This inch of strength couldn't help but make Dong Ran's figure stumble.

Zhuo Hua seized his momentary loophole and turned around to pick Dong Ran's wrist with the tip of his sword.

Dong Ran's heart tightened.

Of course, he knew that he should dodge immediately, but he couldn't give up the knife in his hand, so he took it so hard.

The sharp tip of the sword slashed through Dong Ran's wrist with a sharp sword aura, and at that moment, he seemed to feel that his entire hand had been detached from him.

He couldn't feel it anymore.

Maybe it was because Zhuo Hua's sword speed was too fast, or maybe it was too unexpected at that moment, Dong Ran didn't even feel the pain.

Zhuohua was relatively close to him, so some of the blood that splattered out sprayed on her face, making her originally gorgeous appearance even more bewitching. The fastest update of the network on the computer: //www.. /

That sword did not cut off Dong Ran's hand, but broke his tendons. The scorching bright red soon crawled all over Dong Ran's sleeves, which looked a little frightening.

Dong Ke's eyes were round, and his forehead was covered with green tendons.

He stared at Zhuohua, his eyes bloodshot, and his face covered with gloom.

That posture seemed to rush to the stage immediately and devour Zhuo Huasheng alive.

The scholar leaned against the wall, and he watched all this with difficulty, and his heart was very sad.

When he was injured earlier, he clearly saw Dong Ke's expressionless face.

Now, the injured person has been replaced by Dong Ran, and everything has changed.

In the end, it is a brother for so many years.

So...... Did he really think of himself as a brother?

Or is he just a so-called "subordinate" who obeys their orders from beginning to end in his eyes?

His heart was cold at that moment.

Dong Ran subconsciously covered the wound on his wrist and gasped.

Zhuohua actually didn't expect this blow to be so smooth, maybe it was the residual emotion that made her hand tremble.

Dong Ran's eyes were red, and breaking his tendons meant that his knife was much slower. If he changes to his left hand, he won't be able to get used to it for a while. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм <, domain name, remember

Dong Ran randomly stuffed a few hemostatic pills into his mouth, then ripped off a piece of clothing, tied it to his wrist indiscriminately, and then gritted his teeth and lifted the knife.

Zhuohua pursed his lips, and the hand holding the sword tightened.

This time, Dong Ran, like an enraged lion, roared and stretched out his claws.

"Brush!"

I don't know if it's because of being provoked, this time Dong Ran's speed of the knife is much faster than before. Zhuohua was a little caught off guard for a while.

The murderous attack slashed across Burner's cheek, slicing off a strand of her hair and cutting a wound through her cheek. Blood slowly poured out of the wound and ran down his cheek.

Zhuohua didn't care about the wound, she reached out and wiped the blood from her face indiscriminately, and then, the hand holding Chaoyang tightened.

The blood on his hand slowly seeped into Chaoyang through the hilt of the sword, and when Zhuo Hua didn't notice it, a red light quietly flashed on Chaoyang's silver-white sword body.

Feeling the trembling of the rising sun, Zhuohua gently soothed it.

But this time, Chaoyang did not stop obediently as usual, but trembled more and more.

Zhuohua also felt that something was wrong.