บท 1787: Trump Card

It was astonishingly quick!

You Hui's pupils contracted.

Qiao Mu flung out several dozen talismans to form a defensive wall in front of her.

The slender figure leaped forward and swiftly caught the Startled Swan Dagger in her hand. Afterwards, she swiped it at You Hui's neck once again.

You Hui fell backwards onto the ground and then rolled aside to dodge it. By the time he got back up in a tousled state, his long hair was covering his face, and his face had turned ashen. His lips were also an abnormal crimson red color.

"You!" Just as You Hui was about to break out into curses, he suddenly clutched his chest. It felt like something was churning inside and tearing his meridians apart. Soon afterwards, he fell backwards onto the ground with a miserable shriek.

How would Qiao Mu let go of such an opportune chance to kill You Hui?