The sword was about to pierce Long Xinghe's body and transfix her heart.
In novels, at this time, the male protagonist usually swoops in from the sky and rescues the female protagonist from the brink of death at Ghost Gate Pass.
But Long Xinghe knew that she was never the protagonist of a novel.
Self-rescue was the only option!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, three sounds rang out as three silver needles instantaneously stuck into Feng Xi's body before she could even think of dodging.
Feng Xi's hand trembled, and the tip of the longsword missed its mark. With a hiss, it grazed Long Xinghe's arm.
Pain was not felt, for her body was numbed by Feng Xi's poison!
Just now, holding the newly made Whirlwind Gun she crafted for Chu Qianli, it was fortunate that its angle was perfectly aligned with Feng Xi.
Otherwise, if she had needed to turn around to attack, she would likely have found it very difficult.
Feng Xi let out a wretched scream and instantly collapsed to the ground.