1926: Untitled

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Whoosh —2

Suddenly, they heard the sound of something ripping through the air.

"It's the flying dagger again!"

Feng Xun shouted, dragging Feng Wu back to stand behind him.

In the dim light, they could see the sharp blades glinting in the air.

They were everywhere, and it was getting very dangerous!

One would be severely injured if they were hit.

"Argh! That hurts!"

Among the sound of clashing blades, someone screamed.

It was Feng Sang.

She must have been hurt.

Just then —

"Argh! I'm injured, too!" Dugu Yamo cried out as well.

Feng Xun was protecting Feng Wu, moving his Purple Sun Sword so fast that nothing could get to them.

He said, "Xiao Wu, you really are my lucky star."

Feng Wu looked at him in confusion.

Feng Xun said, "Because you helped me find the Purple Sun Sword and the manual in the treasure hall earlier, I learned two moves when I wasn't busy. They're so useful now. See? No blade can get near us, hehe."

While Feng Xun was feeling satisfied, Feng Wu was rather anxious.

Because she remembered clearly that the Black Robe Ghost King had stressed repeatedly that they only had half the time of the other team.

What if they couldn't pass the trial within that time and couldn't get to the next floor?

What would they have to face?

Death?

Death in this place should be real, just like what happened to Zuo Qingyu and Zuo Qingxuan.

Feng Wu didn't want to die. She still had a lot of plans she had to carry out.

When she looked again, she saw that Feng Xun was having difficulty in stopping the daggers now.

She looked up and frowned.

There had only been about 100 daggers flying around at first, but now, there were at least a thousand of them.

They were everywhere and had a ferocious air about them.

Feng Xun had been able to chat with her at first, but he was frowning now, and sweat covered his forehead.

Feng Yiran, Feng Sang, and Dugu Yamo were all hiding behind Feng Wu, who was in turn behind Feng Xun.

That was a lot of pressure on one man.

Feng Xun, Xuan Yi, and Jun Linyun used everything they knew to wave their swords as fast as they could. Slowly, they moved closer together and formed a triangle.

That was the only way they could protect the others behind them.

"Can you take it?" asked Feng Wu.

She was worried when she saw a cut on Feng Xun's arm.

Feng Xun smiled bitterly. "Luckily, I have the Purple Sun Sword. I would be dead by now if I were using some other sword."

The sound of metal colliding continued.

Feng Xun whispered to Feng Wu as he started a little storm with his sword, "Xiao Wu, I can't go on like this forever. One more minute, that's the most I can do."

One minute…

Feng Wu frowned and started thinking.

While she was thinking calmly, those behind her couldn't stand it.

"One minute at most? Feng Xun, what do you mean? What happens after a minute?"

"Are you saying that we can only live for another minute?"

"Didn't Feng Wu brag about getting us out of here? We can't even make it through the first floor!"

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