Ling Yichen and others were worried, so they used their long swords to barely support their seriously injured bodies, and walked towards Ling Chuxi step by step with difficulty. Seeing this scene, they were all shocked.
At this time, Ling Chuxi, even though her body was covered in blood, could not hide her peerless grace, nor could she conceal her leisurely spiritual aura.
Based on their level, looking at Ling Chuxi, they felt like they were looking up at the mountains among the ethereal clouds. They were obviously at a level higher than them. Could it be that, after experiencing the catastrophe of life and death just now, Ling Chuxi actually made a breakthrough?
But, seeing that the embroidered robe, which was originally as white as snow, turned blood red, who would dare to say that it was luck?
Impossible, impossible! Qing Lingyan was also shocked. In order to kill Ling Chuxi, she had tried so hard to create today's situation. Just when she was about to get what she wanted, Ling Chuxi suddenly changed.
Like a person, she felt a kind of mystery that was difficult to see through, and even a kind of holiness that made her feel ashamed.
If it were in the past, maybe Qing Lingyan would turn around and run away, but today, she has no way out and her conspiracy has been exposed. Not to mention Ling Chuxi, not even the Blood Beast Sect can let her go. What awaits her will be
It was an endless pursuit, and perhaps the entire Hanyue Palace would be buried with her.
"Ling Chuxi, you bitch, you dare to take away my Qingjue. I hate you, I hate you to the core. Today, it's either you or me who will live." Qing Lingyan has been driven to a dead end by herself, and she is crazy.
He roared, pulled out the sword from Ye Qianhe's hand with a swipe, and stabbed Ling Chuxi.
"Repent!" Seeing Qing Lingyan's madness, Ling Chuxi's eyes turned cold and she swung her sword. The evil deeds this woman who was crazy for love had committed were unforgivable.
"Ding..." The two swords intersected, and a pleasant sound curled up.
Qing Lingyan trembled all over, and with a shake of the long sword in her hand, it broke into thousands of tiny crystal pieces, scattering all over the ground, like countless star points.
"You...you..." Qing Lingyan covered her chest with wide red eyes and looked at Ling Chuxi in disbelief. Although no scars could be seen on the surface, thick blood was gurgling down the corners of her mouth.
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Ling Chuxi's face was indifferent, she did not add another sword, but took back the Luochen Sword, and gently put the sword back into its sheath.
Ling Chuxi had met Killer Qiu Yi before, and at that time she felt that the gap between her and him was not very big, so she underestimated the gap between the Tian Yuan realm and the True Yuan realm, but never thought about how many True Yuan warriors there were in this world.
Do you have the same devotion to martial arts and the same artistic conception of martial arts as hers?
It wasn't until this sword shot that she realized how big the gap was between Zhen Yuan and Tian Yuan. Facing her innate Yuan Qi that had not yet fully recovered, Qing Lingyan barely had Qi that only reached the middle stage of Zhen Yuan, and was completely vulnerable.
In just an instant, the seemingly soft and gentle innate vitality shattered Qing Lingyan's long sword like a bamboo, and then smashed her internal organs into pieces like a piece of wood.
Although Qing Ling was still standing in front of her, her internal organs were so injured that she would no longer have a chance to survive.
The veil fell from her face at some point, and Qing Lingyan's originally bright face turned ashes, looking at Ling Chuxi in despair.
"No! No!" Qing Lingyan roared at the top of her lungs. There was too much unwillingness and too much resentment in her heart.
"Young Master!" Several maids had been hiding quietly behind the mountains. Seeing this situation, they finally couldn't help but show up.