She rembered clearly that she had killed Zuo Qingxian by stabbing him in the back of his neck.
But why was Zuo Qingxian here now?
Zuo Qingxian stared back at her.
“You want dead, don’t you? Hahaha! Feng Wu, you didn’t know that I had a Substitute Talisman, did you?!” Zuo Qingxian stared at Feng Wu. “Since you didn’t kill , it’s your turn to die!”
After that, he drew out the long sword from behind him. He then activated his spiritual essence, and struck at Feng Wu!
Feng Wu felt so frustrated!
What a pity...
She should have destroyed Zuo Qingxian’s “corpse” when she had the chance. That way, even with the Substitute Talisman, he couldn’t be resuscitated.
That taught Feng Wu a lesson!
Rumble!
Zuo Qingxian hated Feng Wu to the bone. Purple light wrapped around his sword, and his spiritual essence surged like a tidal wave.
“Die!”
Zuo Qingxian wouldn’t give Feng Wu any chance!
He used his most powerful skill right away.
Zuo Qingxian was a Spiritual Lord, and Feng Wu was only a Spiritual Elder. There was no way she could withstand him!
Feng Wu wanted to flee.
But Zuo Qingxian had obviously expected it. Thus, his sword moved so fast it was like a net had been woven around Feng Wu.
Feng Wu was trapped.
She frowned.
Since she couldn’t get away, she had to face him.
The chance of her surviving was less than 1%.
“Ground Control!”
Feng Wu used the six stances she had just learned.
She spared no effort and activated all her spiritual energy.
“Fallen Star Swordplay!
“Phoenix Dance!”
...
She was using all the skills she knew.
She had to fend him off, or she would be dood!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
While Feng Wu was doing everything she could, Zuo Qingxian smirked.
“You’re as petty as an ant. Who gave you the courage to face ?” Zuo Qingxian sneered at her. “Die!”
Zuo Qingxian aid his sword at Feng Wu’s throat and charged at her like a streak of lightning.
He was going to kill her with this strike.
Crack!
Feng Wu’s protective shield looked like glass in comparison. The next second, it completely shattered.
Crack!
Her shield was gone.
“Die, now!” Zuo Qingxian guffawed, sending his sword further forward.
Feng Wu was imdiately under a lot of pressure.
She watched as the malicious sword ca at her throat.
It was getting closer and closer.
Three inches, two inches, one inch...
It was about to cut her skin open, but there was nothing she could do.
“Haha, how does it feel to be so close to death?” Zuo Qingxian asked in a mocking tone.
He felt very proud of himself.
If he wanted to kill Feng Wu right away, all he needed to do was push his sword a little further. But now, he was enjoying the mont.
Just then —
Whoosh —
A sword pierced Zuo Qingxian from behind.
Its speed was unbelievable!
Even Zuo Qingxian didn’t have ti to react.
It was obviously a sword master, because the strike was accurate and fierce!
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