C1719 Amoeba

Xu Fann frowned and then moved his body slightly to the side. The Pure Yang Sword Art had already integrated into Xu Fann's soul and with just a subconscious action, the shadow of the rod was smashed down the bridge of his nose.

"Huh?" In the darkness, an unexpected sound rang out. The person who had ambushed them did not expect that their sudden attack would miss.

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