Ding!

Clang!

Boom!

When the seventh sword strike came, expectedly Ding Hao could not resist anymore. He felt that his arms seemed to be hit by thunderstone, the strength passed from the sword that could not stand. He felt sweet in his throat. Then he opened his mouth and the bloody arrows were gushed out of the mouth, as if he was like a punched ball and flew backward.

When he fell to the ground, Ding Hao's right arm was hanging down ...