C320 Frostbite
Gu Fann took a deep breath. The determination in her eyes gradually turned into a resolute expression. Situ Mengming, Xie Yuxiang, Meng Wuhen, how much longer do you need? "
Before he finished his sentence, the Bone-trembling Sword on Gu Fann's right hand had already been unsheathed. It was so clear that it was able to control the sharp sword tip and attack Xue Wuming's heart from behind