8th
Editor: Henyee Translations
Chang Xuekun's eyes flickered. "How many do you think Feng Wu can kill this time?"
Hua Pianran said, "Ten?"
Chang Xuekun said, "No, you're giving her too much credit. I say she can take down one or two at most."
However, Chang Xuekun had barely said those words when Feng Wu raised her sword and struck at the calvarymen around her.
The Fallen Star Sword was simply too sharp.
One sweep was enough to bring a man down from his horse, and he was decapitated in the process.
"One!" Hua Pianran glanced at Chang Xuekun. "I think she can kill twenty more."
Chang Xuekun said, "We'll see."
Feng Wu's entire attention was focused on the battlefield. She jumped onto a horse and swung her sword through the air.
Thump —
The men around her lost their heads all at once.
That one move killed ten people!
"That makes eleven." Hua Pianran looked at Chang Xuekun.
Chang Xuekun was amazed as well.