DRIP, DRIP!
Blood flowed from Yu Qingxuan's snow-white fingertips, dripping onto the ground.
Yu Qingxuan glanced at the wound on her shoulder. Even though she had reacted in advance and tried to dodge the sword, she couldn't halt her momentum and was still injured by Ling Chen's counterattack.
Although the sword wound wasn't deep, its location on her shoulder was critical for a Swordsman.
The strength and accuracy of her sword swings would be affected.
SWISH!
Yu Qingxuan tore a piece of her dress and simply bandaged the wound. However, blood quickly seeped out, staining the white cloth red. She chose not to seal her acupoints to stop the bleeding because once her acupoints were sealed, she would be unable to wield her sword. If that happened, Ling Chen could easily kill her.
"I never thought the loser would be Yu Qingxuan."
The two Jianghu guests shook their heads in shock, visibly shaken.
