C137 Doran's sword

Zhao Xin screamed out miserably. Holding onto his own back, he pointed at Jun Luoye as he powerlessly fell to the ground!

Dark red blood dripped down from the tip of the grass sword in Jun Luoye's hands, drop by drop!

Zhao Xin looked at Jun Luoye, touched his own back, let out a bitter laugh, and disappeared in a ray of white light!

But a few things were left on the ground