C950 Yan Xue's Crisis(5)

Jiang Li drew a line with his finger, and all he saw was a beam of sword qi that had already brushed past Yan Xue's ear and cut off her hair.

On Yan Xue's cheek, there was a bloody scar.

"My face! My face!" Yan Xue screamed.

For a woman, the most important thing was her face. And now, with this stroke of Jiang Li, Yan Xue's face had been scratched