Zhang Qiu closed his eyes helplessly.
Actually, he wanted to resist a little.
But the gap was too wide.
This is the true Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.
The moment he saw Mo Lin perform this move, he immediately understood, this was the true heir.
Completely different from this group of people.
This is the strength of the true heir of Jingming Daoism.
"Boom!"
A blast sounded.
A dozen disciples fell face-first to the ground, all of them had lost their ability to fight.
Zhang Qiu slowly opened his eyes, only to find he was still alive.
Even a fool could figure out that Mo Lin intentionally spared his life.
"Get lost.." Mo Lin scolded.
Killing is easy, if Mo Lin wished, this group would all be dead.
If he really did that, it would cause a lot of trouble for Tang Qingqing.
Mo Lin didn't want to make Tang Qingqing clean up his mess just because he was momentarily uncomfortable.
Such behavior is too childish.
