C783 Fighting Horse Face(2)

The warm blood splashed on my face. This blood was not mine, but Gui Wenbin's.

In the moment of life and death just now, Gui Wenbin had pushed me away in time. Yin Marshal Horse Face's blade did not slash me in half, but it had cut off his arm.

Gui Wenbin's old face became even paler. I did not have time to feel sad and emotional