Ye Feng coughed twice and was unable to stand properly. There were two visibly deep wounds on his chest and thigh which were deeply-cut and had clearly visible to the bone, from where the blood was dripping unceasingly.
Li Hua’s double sword Tornado couldn’t be overlooked, just in a short moment, he brought about enormous injuries. What if the battle didn’t end yet, Ye Feng was not his match. But, fortunately, that perverted man was scared away since one of his arms was cut off by Ye Feng’s Zhenqi sword.
“Hey, how are you now!”
Under the faint starlight, along with the chimney smoke curling up in the air, hurriedly, somewhat staggeringly, Long Wan’er ran up to him, as she was still worried about this desperate guy standing in front of her as a shield.
When she saw there were a dozen of large or small wounds on his body, as well as, two severe deep injuries on his chest and right thigh where even his bone had become somewhat visible, she suddenly felt a severe pain in her heart as if a knife had pierced through her heart.