章節 1867: It Hurts (2)

Retch —

Feng Wu spat out a mouthful of blood.

Cough, cough —

Zuo Qingxian had hit her in the chest and nearly broke her ribs.

"Xiao Wu —" Frightened, Chaoge ran up to Feng Wu and supported her.

Feng Wu was so overwhelmed by hatred that she had forgotten about Chaoge. All she wanted to do now was kill Zuo Qingxian.

Zuo Qingxian gave Feng Wu a mocking look. "Kid, I'm too much for you."

Pushing Chaoge away, Feng Wu struggled to her feet.

After the two strikes, Feng Wu was already severely injured. She could barely stand up.

But she never looked away from Zuo Qingxian. She then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Die!"

Holding the Fallen Star Sword, she cried out, "The first stance, Sword of the Other World!"

Zuo Qingxian still sneered at those words. "Are you seriously trying to fight me? Don't make me laugh!"