章節 1855: 1855, a single hair, and a sword 8

“Clang!”

When General Xue Tian gave the order, the hundred over heavenly soldiers behind him moved their spears!

A cold voice and a sharp edge resounded throughout the sky!

The hundred over heavenly soldiers stared at Mo Qinglong and the others, their expressions unchanged.

Although these forty over people were very strong, they could be easily killed by them!

“Xue Tianjiang has given you a chance to live. Submit to me and respect me. Don’t Be Reckless!”

Seeing the heavenly soldiers preparing to attack, Zhou Tianfeng roared at Mo Qinglong and the others!

Compared to killing them and taking them as his subordinates, he wanted to take these people as his subordinates.

Even at this moment, he could see that these people had bloodlines.

“You guys run, I’ll fight with Mo Yuan!”

Mo Qinglong ignored Zhou Tianfeng and immediately roared at the drakonids behind him.

“Go!”