The moment the words fell, the man suddenly disappeared from the spot and rushed directly towards Ye Xiu.

At this moment, Ye Xiu also clenched his fists with both hands, preparing to punch out.

A figure in a snow gauze lace dress fell in front of him.

It was Wei Xuanxuan.

I saw a flash of sword light in Wei Xuanxuan's hand.

The entire sword turned blood red, as if it was stained with blood, and was filled with a creepy and strong smell of blood.

The bloody sword light fell.

But he saw that the man's fists were frozen in mid-air.

Then, a scream suddenly resounded.

In an instant, blood spurted out, and the man's fists were cut off and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!