Fan jiangqu's expression changed. Under the dense barrage of fireballs, even if he was much stronger than Luo Wu, he could only retreat temporarily!
After he dodged, song qingxiao was given a chance to catch her breath.
With one less obstacle, even if the black iron coffin was extremely fast, she was not slow either. The iron coffin turned a few times, and its afterimages wove into a giant net, covering song qingxiao inside. In the sharp wind, it did not seem as easy as the middle-aged man had thought to capture her!
The middle-aged man looked at fan jiangqu coldly, then moved his finger. A talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw it out.
The talisman was as fast as lightning and appeared on song qingxiao's back in the blink of an eye.
Just as it was about to hit her back, the middle-aged man smirked. However, song qingxiao's figure flickered and disappeared into thin air!
