I am so unwilling!
The life-saving magic weapon they gave her could help her block a fatal attack, but facing an old woman who was determined to kill her, no amount of magic would be enough.
In this strange town with no one around, who can save her? Who can come to save her
Strength, and still strength! If she was stronger, if she was a powerful immortal, then she would not be defeated so miserably by this old woman.
"If I break your neck, it will damage your body. It will look ugly, too ugly." The old woman gestured with her hands, as if thinking about how to kill her.
However, when he saw Feng Jiu lying on the ground unable to move, he was not frightened at all, and he couldn't help but laugh sinisterly: "Little girl, you are going to die, aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid? If I'm afraid, won't you kill me?" Fengjiu's voice came out weakly, and she seemed to be having a hard time speaking with such a weak voice.
Hearing her reply, the old woman seemed very happy, as if she was enjoying the fear and terror of her prey before death. She laughed, and while her hoarse and old voice came out, she shook her head.
"No, I want to kill you. I want to kill you. Look at you. You are such a perfect piece of equipment. If I can refine you, it will be even more perfect. And it will belong to me. Hahahahaha..."
"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet..."
Fengjiu's voice was filled with panic and fear. She looked at the old woman who was laughing complacently with her head raised. Suddenly, her expression changed. She slapped the ground with one hand and jumped up in an instant. The Qingfeng sword in her other hand attacked fiercely the moment she jumped up, stabbing towards the old woman's dantian.
“Whoosh!”
The sharp sword pierced into the old woman's body with a whooshing sound. The sword went straight through and made the old woman's already hunched back even more bent.
With her eyes wide open, she stared in astonishment and disbelief at Feng Jiu, who was standing in front of her holding the Qingfeng Sword and piercing her body. Her old and hoarse voice sharply questioned, "How can you still stand up! How can you still have the strength to stand up!"
Hearing that sharp and powerful voice, Fengjiu's heart sank, her eyes fixed on the place where the Qingfeng sword pierced, that was where the Dantian was. She launched this final blow by way of a sneak attack, using up the last bit of her spiritual power just to kill her when she was caught off guard!
The Qingfeng sword pierced through, but the old woman's spiritual energy and blood energy still did not leak out at all. Why? Could it be that her Dantian...
"Are you wondering? Are you wondering why I'm not dead? I'm wondering why you, little girl, haven't died yet! Why do you still have the strength to stab me?"
The old woman's sharp voice was heard, and she clenched her fists, raised her head and shouted loudly, and blood and energy gushed out of her body. The powerful blood and energy knocked Fengjiu out with a whoosh, and the Qingfeng sword that was pierced in her body was also pulled out as Fengjiu was knocked out.
"puff!"
Her body was hit hard again, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood again. She flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground again. This time, she could no longer hold on. Her eyes went dark, and she felt as if her life force was slipping away. Before she fell into a coma, she vaguely saw the old woman who looked up and angrily asked her why she was not dead yet, walking towards her step by step with slow steps...