The middle-aged man slashed out two more sword qi beams. Futian Zhuan could barely protect himself, let alone carry Fan Ni along, and after holding on for just a few breaths, he was wounded.
"Fellow Daoist Fan! Listen to me, come with me!"
Fan Ni let Futian Zhuan pull her, her gaze fixed stubbornly on Yu Luo who was protected in the middle of the three, her reluctance turning into deep hatred.
Chapter 128