C410 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