Chapter 1954

shhhhh--

Suddenly, a terrifying sound of breaking the air came!

"Not good! Flying knife!"

Feng Xun exclaimed, and as soon as he raised his hand, he dragged Feng Wu directly behind him.

In the dim light, the sharp blades shot straight in mid-air!

In such a large space, swords, lights, swords and shadows are extremely dangerous!

If you are accidentally stabbed, the consequences are unimaginable!

"Ah—it hurts!"

In the sound of the collision of the flying knives, a scream came.

It was Feng Sang's voice.

She must be hurt.

Just then-

"Ah!! I was shot!" Dugu Yamo also burst into a scream.

Feng Xun protects Feng Wu, and the Ziyang Sword Dance in his hand is airtight, protecting himself and Feng Wu very well.

He was very fortunate: "Xiao Wu, it's really thanks to you."

Feng Wu looked at him puzzled.

Feng Xun: "Because of your blessing, I won the Ziyang Sword and Ziyang Sword Manual when I was in Duobao Pavilion. I practiced two moves in my spare time. These two moves are very useful. You see, The sword circle is airtight, and a piece of flying knives don't even want to fly in, hehe."

Feng Xun is very proud, but Feng Wu is not so relaxed.

Because she remembers it very clearly, Lord Mo-pao Ghost King has repeatedly emphasized that their team's clearance time is only half of the time of the main selection team.

What if you can't break the level within the specified time and go to the second floor?

What will face them?

death?

Those who died in the tombs were really dead, right? Zuo Qingyu was like this, and so was the third princess.

Feng Wu doesn't want to die, she still has a lot of things to do, how can she be willing to lose this life?

When Feng Wu came back to her senses, she found that Feng Xun was already struggling to resist the flying knife.

Feng Wu looked up!

His brows furrowed deeply immediately!

If there were only a hundred flying knives flying around in the air at the beginning, now there are at least 10,000!

The dense flying knives are extremely fierce, like a wind tunnel, whistling!

Feng Xun used to be able to chat and laugh with her, but now, his face was tense, and there was even a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

Feng Yiran, Feng Sang, Dugu Yamo... all hid behind Feng Wu, that is, behind Feng Xun.

He was under a lot of pressure all by himself.

Feng Xun, Xuan Yi, the Seventh Prince... They all used their lifetime skills, and the long swords in their hands were airtight, and they slowly gathered together to form a stable triangle.

Only in this way can you protect the people behind you.

"Can you still bear it?"

Feng Wu, who was guarded in the triangular protection circle, saw a bloodstain on Feng Xun's arm with a flying knife, and asked distressedly.

Feng Xun smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, there is the Ziyang Sword. If it were replaced with other swords, it would have been obsolete by now."

jingle--

While Feng Xun used his sword move to create a storm of swords, he smiled wryly at Feng Wu and said in a low voice, "Xiao Wu, at most one minute, it won't hold up any longer."

a minute...

Feng Wu frowned slightly, and her brain turned quickly.

Feng Wu thought calmly and quickly, but the people around her couldn't calm down.

"One minute at most? Feng Xun, what do you mean by that? What is one minute at most? What about one minute later?"

"You mean we only have one more minute to live?"

"Didn't Feng Wu just say out loud, can you take us out alive? Can't even pass the first level now?" (:)

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