Chapter 984
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He stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.
What was wrong with the girl?!
Was she out of her mind?!
He was severely injured, but he was still a Level 8 or Level 9 Spiritual Grandmaster, while this girl was only a Level 5 Spiritual Grandmaster!
But now, she had switched from defense to offense!
However —
Every time, it was as if she knew what he was going to do and was able to parry his attacks!
So, after all these times, Feng Wu was the one who had been pushing back, and he was the one who was losing ground!
How was that even possible?!
Guillotine Seven couldn't figure it out!
He was one of the top eight assassins in the Flying Guillotine! Why couldn't he defeat a Level 5 Spiritual Grandmaster?
What was wrong with this world?!
Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, Guillotine Seven turned to run!
As long as there was life, there was hope!
If he failed, he would only lose money and be laughed at. However, if he kept fighting, he would die!
Guillotine Seven turned to run, but Feng Wu wouldn't let him get away!
Obviously, her beautiful master was using Guillotine Seven as a punching bag for Feng Wu.
"Jiaoxin."
"Tianchi blood."
"Laogong blood."
…
Feng Wu grew bolder and bolder, completely forgetting that she was already covered in blood.
Guillotine Seven's confidence crumbled at her reckless behavior, and he began to doubt his own life.
Crack!
Feng Wu used the Star and Moon Sword, Flying Dragon, and charged at Guillotine Seven's heart!
Thud!
Guillotine Seven's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Feng Wu stab Flaming Sword into his chest!
No —
Guillotine Seven was dumbfounded.
Feng Wu was an entire stage lower than him, so why …
Why did she act so bravely at the last moment?!
He was excited!
As if she had divine help?!
Holding Flaming Sword, Feng Wu moved it around his heart.
"Ouch —"
Guillotine Seven spat out a mouthful of blood and his face twisted. In the end, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Feng Wu swayed.
Her physical strength was exhausted, and her body slowly fell to the ground.
The next second, her beautiful master teleported to her side.
"Master …"
Her master's robe was as white as snow, and the wide sleeves hung down gently.
As always, he was elegant and his eyes were clear.
"Master …"
Feng Wu laughed and cried at the same time. She was so excited that she couldn't stop shaking.
Her blood-stained hands caressed her beautiful master's gentle face.
However, his fingers passed through it.
Her beautiful master wasn't a real person. He was just a shadow.
"Cough, cough, cough —"
All of a sudden, her beautiful master's snow-white skin turned red as she coughed.
Cough cough cough — cough cough —
Feng Wu didn't know what to do.
How could this be?
Isn't my beautiful master a soul? Is he sick?
"Master? Master — "Feng Wu had never been so flustered in her life. She wanted to grab her master, but his hand wouldn't budge no matter what she did.
Feng Wu burst into tears like a three-year-old.
After the cough, the beautiful master's flushed face paled. He looked at Feng Wu with his deep, moon-like eyes and smiled a little. The look in his eyes was as gentle as water.
He was already exceptionally handsome to begin with, and this smile of his was enough to topple all living things.
"Silly girl, I'm fine." Her beautiful master sat down with his back against a tree and Feng Wu lay on his knees. She looked like a child, and her eyes were filled with admiration.
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