Yue'er was only a child of five or six years old, and was no match for a grown woman. Therefore, when the sharp sword slashed down at her, the force of the blow pressed down on her. Even though she held the dagger tightly to block it, she couldn't hold it back and was gradually pushed down.
Just then, Nangong Yuyan's gaze swept over her arm, and she suddenly turned the sword in her hand, slashing at her arm.
"Whoosh!"
With extreme speed, it slashed across Yue'er's arm. In that instant, her sleeve was cut by a sword mark, and her small, pink arm was also cut by a slanted sword mark. As blood seeped from her arm, Nangong Yuyan couldn't help but laugh.
"You're out!"
