The blade slashed through his arm, and the stinging sensation suddenly spread all over his body.

I was distracted when I was talking to Zhong Yanchu just now, and my left arm was instantly cut by the sword of the little red umbrella.

The red and white sleeves are stained with blood, slowly blending from the shape of the red leaves.

Less than a moment later, she had four or five cuts on both arms.

It's not the way to go on like this!

She has to think of a way to fight back, but she doesn't know about trickery, how to fight back?

Xingyan looked at the little red umbrella with no eyes and only knew how to attack frantically, and the only breakthrough point could only be to awaken the mind of the little red umbrella.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way.

How did she forget her head!

"Blazing!" She shouted......

Chapter 214 of "Dressed as a Waste Material Painter, Crazy Drop the Vest on the Road to Cultivating Immortals": A sword rises, Vientiane is now in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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