บท 1675: Face-slapping, Round 3 (1)

"Feng Wu, you should just die!" There was a malicious look in Sefiro's eyes.

It was indeed as Sefiro said. Right now, Feng Wu was facing the biggest crisis of her life.

The man was so much more capable than she was.

And he was going to kill her.

"Are you going to do it, or do I have to do it for you?"

Seven frowned and gave Feng Wu a contemptuous look.

He looked at Feng Wu as if he was just watching a spider climb onto a branch.

Feng Wu smiled a little. "What if I don't want to choose?"

"Then I'll choose for you." Seven raised the black sword and swung it through the air.

The strike actually cut through the air and seemed to stir the air currents.

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

"He's very powerful." Little Phoenix had never sounded so alarmed.

Feng Wu nodded.

"You won't be able to fend him off." Little Phoenix sounded anxious.

Feng Wu nodded again.