Ding!
Clang!
Boom!
When the seventh sword strike came, expectedly Ding Hao could not resist anymore. He felt that his arms seemed to be hit by thunderstone, the strength passed from the sword that could not stand. He felt sweet in his throat. Then he opened his mouth and the b****y arrows were gushed out of the mouth, as if he was like a punched ball and flew backward.
When he fell to the ground, Ding Hao's right arm was hanging down limply, and it could not even hold the sword.
His purlicue was broken, the veins stood out on his arms, and the skin surface was covered with tiny beads of blood. His sleeves were shattered, and blood spilled from his mouth.
"Good sword technique!" Ding Hao ran his magic skills slowly to convalesce the righ arm injury. He licked the blood in the co
