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Chapter 1385

Not only failed.

It also backfires.

The corners of the mouth were covered with blood.

The breath became weak and weak quickly.

"I thought I could give you some surprises, so I watched your performance patiently, gave you the opportunity to perform, and did not interrupt you, just wasting my mood." Huang Pei snorted, and a sudden burst of boredom and cruelty in his eyes. His figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only the afterimage in place. He seemed to teleport, and he stood in front of Xiao Huang.

This body movement and this speed are terrible!!!

It is clearly the law of space at the peak of the ninth stage.

Plus the previous Nine-Director Law.

This shows two laws of the peak of the Ninth Stage. Just this one is extremely shocked.

Xiao Huang seemed to feel the danger and wanted to raise the sword in his hand and resist it.

But because of the backlash, the injury was very serious.

It's impossible to do it at all.

"Waste." Huang Pei scolded two words, and the fan in his hand rotated casually. On the fan blade, there was a silver-white edge like a blade, and a scratching belt...

"Ah!" Xiao Huang screamed.

"Ding!" At the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

It was clearly visible that Xiao Huang's wrist, which was holding the sword, was dripping bloody and extremely clear. He saw the broken tendons and hand bones, and almost all his wrist was cut.

Xiao Huang flew backwards.

"Rareless!!!" Several deputy deans of Jiyuan College of He shouted almost at the same time, especially a vice dean named Lin, who was even more furious and was almost on the verge of taking action...

The students and senior executives of other students of the Jiyuan Academy, who were all almost furious at this moment, were staring at Huang Pei with angry eyes.

"Brother Yu, is this the so-called exchange?!" Gu Huangchi looked ugly and almost wanted to take action to slap Huang Pei to death.

Xiao Huang is almost ruined.

As a sword cultivator, especially the hand that used the sword habitually, his wrist was cut off. Even if he could recover later, he would definitely not recover to 100%.

For the sword cultivator, it may be a little bit short of the sword path.

fatal.

"Senior Brother Xiao Huang..."

"Xiao Huang."

"Senior Brother Xiao..."

............

Yuanbao, Qin He Buxiu, and other students who were likely to participate in today's exchange competitions rushed up, each of them in great anxiety.

Yuanbao and others even came up with the best healing pills.

Xiao Huang sat cross-legged in the spot and began to heal himself, but his pale look a little lonely.

He clearly felt how serious the break of his wrist was. Moreover, the other party's fan seemed to have poison and destruction rules on it. It was indeed very difficult to completely recover from the fan.

"Huang Pei, what's wrong with you? Didn't this president say that we should have a friendly exchange?!" Faced with Gu Huangchi's questioning, Yu Muyang quickly gave an apology look, then looked at Huang Pei and shouted sternly.
Chapter completed!
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