Chapter 1940
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Dugu Yamo, Feng Yiran, and Feng Sang might not be able to fend off the flying daggers, but their words were as sharp as knives.
Feng Xun was furious!
These people were under their protection, but they were blaming them! That was outrageous!
Feng Xun deliberately left an opening.
Whoosh!
A flying dagger flew through the air toward Feng Xun's side!
"Argh!" Feng Sang cried out, covering her right arm.
Feng Xun smirked. "I don't have the mouth to argue with you now, but don't worry. I'll get my revenge right here and now."
That was to say, he was admitting that he had done it on purpose.
Feng Sang wanted to say something, but when she thought of Feng Xun's threat, she swallowed her anger. She could only bite her lower lip and remain silent.
Feng Xun's trick worked.
Just then —
Whoosh —
The tens of thousands of flying daggers suddenly floated to the ground and stopped moving.
Feng Xun's eyes widened. "So, did the daggers stop fighting? They weren't moving anymore. Did they admit defeat? So, did we pass? "
Feng Wu frowned. "They had the upper hand. Why would they admit defeat?"
Tilting his head, Feng Xun thought for a moment. "Could it be that … we've made it past a certain point, so the ghost king will let us pass?"
Feng Wu looked at Feng Xun in resignation.
This black-robed Lord Ghost King obviously had the upper hand in the way he did things. He could do whatever he wanted, but unfortunately … this PUBG team was not his favorite, the one next door was.
Hence, the ghost king wouldn't let them go so easily.
"Watch out!" Feng Wu stared at Feng Xun. "If I'm guessing right, the battle has only just begun."
"Hahahaha —"
Wild laughter came from the ceiling. It was the ghost king who had been watching the show.
"Kiddo, you've got a good eye. You know that this is only the beginning. Hahaha — that was the difficult level, and now we're jumping to the hell level. My children — hahahaha —"
Feng Wu frowned, she did not like Lord Ghost King's frivolous and playful attitude, as if they, a group of people who had gone through fire and water, were merely toys in his hands.
Damn the Black-robed Ghost King! Feng Wu clenched her fists. She had to find a chance to punch him in the nose!
"I know you guys want to kill me, but it's not like you don't have a chance, as long as you can reach the seventh floor. Unfortunately, you're going to die on the first floor, hahaha —"
The Black-Robed Ghost King waved his hand, and the flying daggers on the ground that were originally motionless suddenly made a clicking sound.
"Not good!"
Feng Xun cried out in surprise. "The knives are sticking together!"
Feng Xun turned to Feng Wu and said loudly, "Look, those flying daggers were scattered all over the ground. They were supposed to be used individually, but now, they're sticking together! Five pieces, ten pieces … They've fused into a flying sword! "
The power of the flying sword was naturally countless times stronger than before!
Even Feng Xun blanched, not to mention the others.
Feng Yiran and the others were shaking with fear.
"It's over, it's over. We're dead this time!"
"Originally, I thought that we would be able to struggle for a bit. Unexpectedly, we are going to die here on the first floor."
"What else can Feng Wu do other than talk big?"
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