Chapter 1682
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However, Feng Wu's horse was full of energy, and it didn't take much effort to run.
Sefiro's Lightning, on the other hand, was bleeding profusely.
One was full of energy, while the other was exhausted. It was easy to tell who was stronger.
"Do you think you're going to win? In your dreams! "
Seeing that Feng Wu was riding next to her, Sefiro was furious. She turned around and threw a dirty look at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu shrugged and feigned resignation.
The more casual Feng Wu sounded, the angrier Sefiro became.
She was going to win at the beginning! She was so much faster than Feng Wu at the beginning! She was going to win even if they didn't have to compete! She was going to win!
So many things had happened, but now, she was in such a sorry state, while Feng Wu was going to win!
Why?!
Sefiro's eyes were filled with rage and indignation.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in her eyes!
Then, she pounced at Feng Wu like a tiger pouncing on a mountain. At the same time, there was a flash of light between her fingers.
It was a dagger that she had hidden between her fingers.
"Go to hell!" Sefiro bellowed. Wrapping her right hand around Feng Wu's fair neck, she slid the blade between her fingers across Feng Wu's neck.
She was going to kill Feng Wu and take her horse with her.
Feng Wu was a Level 3 Spiritual Elder, while Sefiro was a Level 4 Spiritual Elder. That was a huge difference, which was why Feng Wu was no match for Sefiro.
Moreover, Sefiro was trying to assassinate her.
Feng Wu had guessed that Sefiro would attack her, but she didn't expect that Sefiro would know how to assassinate her.
And she was an expert at it!
That was why Sefiro had grabbed her neck in a moment of carelessness.
However, Feng Wu was Feng Wu because she had the ability to resolve a crisis.
When Sefiro put her arm around Feng Wu's neck, Feng Wu kicked off the horse's belly and used the momentum to launch herself into the air.
At the same time, she grabbed Sefiro's wrist with her right hand.
At that critical moment, Feng Wu used all the strength she had in her life.
Ssss!
Feng Wu's acupoints were second to none.
Therefore, when she grabbed Sefiro's hand, Sefiro felt numb and couldn't exert any strength in her right wrist.
The vein in Feng Wu's throat was very close, but she didn't have the strength to cut it with the blade.
This was probably the closest Sefiro had ever come to assassinating Feng Wu.
When experts exchanged blows, the difference of a millimeter could be as great as the difference of a thousand miles.
Sefiro shouldn't have given Feng Wu a chance. If she had, Feng Wu would have fought back and turned the tables.
It was the same now.
The moment Sefiro's right wrist went numb —
Puchi!
Feng Wu grabbed Sefiro's wrist and threw her over her shoulder.
The shoulder throw didn't matter. What mattered was that when Feng Wu threw her over her shoulder, she used the blade between Sefiro's fingers to cut her own throat.
Puchi!
The gleaming blade slid across Sefiro's throat.
The blade was very thin, but it cut deep into the flesh!
After cutting Sefiro's throat with the blade, Feng Wu did a beautiful roll and moved away from Sefiro.
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