บท 410: He is hurt

He's hurt

The long sword was covered in blood. The tip of the sword intersected with the ground, and blood dripped down the sword bit by bit.

Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong leaned against each other as they panted intensely. Xie Qingrong's right hand was tightly holding onto the violet-gold whip, and the three sharp blades on her left wrist were already stained with fresh red blood.

The edge of the sharp blade glowed with a cold light.

The killing intent in Xie Qingrong's eyes intensified as her eyes turned blood-red.

Wiping away a few drops of blood without a care in the world, he teased in a low voice, "Looks like someone wants our lives."

A group of assassins were lying in ambush at the border of Chu Country, catching them completely off guard. Although Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong's martial arts were outstanding and their methods were good, facing a group of suicidal killers, they were like an army that didn't care about their lives.