The sharp wolf claws carried a trace of cold light as they struck the right hand of the swordsman holding the sword.
“Pu! ! !”
Under the buff of nearly five times his physical strength, the front end of the swordsman’s arm was torn apart, revealing the broken white bones, bright red meat pieces, and milky white fat inside.
“Bang...”
The blade master’s [ blowing snow ] fell to the ground, but he had no time to pay attention to this situation.
“Ugh! ! !”
“Hand... hand... can still be connected...”
The blade master picked up the intact left hand and crazily closed the right hand that was only connected by the skin. Fresh blood flowed out wantonly and scattered on the lawn.
However, he still didn’t notice the true condition of the injury. He just kept muttering to himself.
Looking at the human transcendent in front of him, Su Ming was prepared to raise his wolf claw to give him a final blow.
Suddenly, a burning sensation from behind interrupted his movements.
