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Whoosh —

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.