Mo Lin didn't pay any attention to Jin Ying. His right hand rose, Cyan Cloud Sword swung, and blood splattered in the air.
A man wielding a sword was directly killed by Mo Lin.
Another man was anxiously trying to flee, but found his movements sluggish, like a snail, unable to move at all, as he watched Mo Lin's long sword coming down towards his neck.
"You are...."
The man's words hadn't finished before a bloody line appeared on his neck, and his body lay flat on the ground, with a face full of unwillingness.
Anyone who died by Mo Lin's hand had their eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.
There was a huge chasm between them and Mo Lin.
It wasn't because these people were too weak.
On the contrary, it was because Mo Lin was too strong.
Everyone was using the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship, but only Mo Lin's was complete.
