A sharp pain hit him, and he felt that he had lost his strength and breath. The machete in one hand stopped living three inches outside the girl’s throat, but he couldn’t move forward any more.
He kept raising his knife and looked down to see the sword in the girl’s hand. The rest of the sword handle was submerged in his stomach. "With a clang", a machete fell to the ground, and the little leader of Xuan Ming followed in the footsteps of Yu Xuan Ming’s congregation and fell to […]