Chapter 1939
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Whoosh —
All of a sudden, there was a terrifying whooshing sound.
"Shit! Flying daggers! "
Feng Xun cried out in surprise, then pulled Feng Wu behind him.
In the dim light, the sharp daggers shot out in the air.
The glint of the daggers and the shadow of the swords made it extremely dangerous.
The consequences would be unimaginable if she was stabbed!
"Ah — it hurts!"
Amidst the sounds of the flying daggers colliding with each other, a scream was heard.
It was Feng Sang.
She had to be injured.
Just then —
"Ah!! I've been shot! "Dugu Yamo also let out a blood-curdling scream.
Feng Xun shielded Feng Wu with the Purple Sun Sword in his hand, shielding both of them.
He was elated. "Xiao Wu, thanks to you."
Feng Wu looked at him in bewilderment.
Feng Xun said, "Thanks to you, I got the Purple Sun Sword and Purple Yang Swordbook at the Bountiful Treasure House. I practiced the two moves in my spare time, and they'll be very useful. Look, the sword circle is so tight that not a single flying dagger can get in. Heh."
Feng Xun was very pleased with himself, but Feng Wu wasn't so relaxed.
Because she remembered very clearly that Master Ghost King in Black Robe had emphasized that their team would only have half the time of the main team.
What would happen if they couldn't get to the second floor in time?
What would happen to them then?
Death?
If they died in the tombs, they would be dead for good, right? That was what happened to Zuo Qingyu, and so did Jun Wuxia.
Feng Wu didn't want to die. There were so many things she hadn't done yet, and she couldn't bear to lose her life.
When Feng Wu came back to herself, she realized that Feng Xun was having a hard time fending off the flying daggers.
She looked up.
She frowned right away.
If there had only been 100 daggers flying in the air at first, there were at least 10,000 of them now!
The densely packed flying daggers were incomparably swift and fierce, like a wind tunnel, whistling through the air!
Feng Xun had been able to chat with her before, but now, his face was tense and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.
Feng Yiran, Feng Sang, and Dugu Yamo were all hiding behind Feng Wu, which was Feng Xun's back.
He was under a lot of pressure alone.
Feng Xun, Xuan Yi, and Jun Linyun … They all used their best moves and swung their swords in an airtight formation. Slowly, they gathered together and formed a solid triangle.
This was the only way he could protect the people behind him.
"Can you still bear it?"
Feng Wu, who was protected by the triangular protective circle, asked in concern when she saw the gash on Feng Xun's arm.
Feng Xun smiled wryly. "Thank goodness I have Purple Sun. Any other sword would have been useless by now."
Ding ding dang dang —
Raising a storm with his sword, Feng Xun gave Feng Wu a wry smile and said in a low voice, "Xiao Wu, one minute at most. You won't be able to hold on any longer."
One minute …
Frowning, Feng Wu racked her brains.
Feng Wu thought quickly and calmly, but the people around her couldn't.
"At most a minute? Feng Xun, what do you mean? What did he mean by one minute at most? What happens after one minute? "
"You mean, we only have one more minute at most?"
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