Seeing his wrist broken in front of his eyes, Qin Mo covered his bleeding hand and fell to his knees in pain. He could only stare at the wary people with his eyes.
But, how could someone who betrayed his master and slaughtered all his disciples just sit there and wait to die just because he lost a hand?
After pretending for a moment, Qin Mo suddenly turned his head and used his other good hand to tear open his cloak, revealing the soft armor underneath. In an instant, dozens of poisonous arrows shot out from the buckle of his soft armor, stabbing the three of them like dense rain!
While Qiu and Yi were swinging their swords to resist, Qin Mo grinned grimly and rushed towards Asher Lin with a bloody face.
The poison arrows and daggers were all gone, and one of his arms was broken. Everyone thought that Qin Mo's hidden weapons had reached their limit, but who would have thought that just by tilting his head, he spat out several golden eagle feathers from his mouth!
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