This sword was more powerful than the previous one, but everyone shook their heads. Since Ling Chuxi could easily dodge the previous sword, what could this sword accomplish? It was just humiliating itself. Seeing the four major
One of the forces, the Kuangdao Sect, is struggling, and the leaders of these forces who have been suppressed for years are somewhat gloating about their misfortune.
"Stop!" At this moment, an old angry voice sounded.
"Huh, can't you finally bear it? But you haven't seen my true strength yet. Why are you so anxious?" Ling Chuxi sneered in her heart, the smile on her face faded, and her feet suddenly moved.
This time, the whole figure was as fast as a stream of light, passing through the light of the sword, and then, a choking dragon roared, and a cold light bloomed.
Fast, so fast that no one could see Ling Chuxi's movements clearly, let alone how she used her sword.
Just listen to the muffled hum and red mist flying!
The long knife fell to the ground with a clang, reflecting the dusk sunlight, giving it a somewhat desolate look.
Xue Batian covered his shoulders, blood gurgling from between his fingers.
Ling Chuxi's sword has been sheathed, and that beautiful figure, under the golden sunset, looks even more mysterious and beautiful, but there are also some people who dare not blaspheme the coldness.
Looking at her figure, the expressions of Han Shilin and others changed. They subconsciously took a step back, and there was some awe in their eyes.
"How dare you, Luo Qiucheng, to hurt someone!" A furious roar sounded from behind.
An old man walked over slowly with a stern face. He was dressed in black, tall and thin, with a slender and majestic face.
"Lord Situ!" All the powerful people saluted, obviously very afraid of him.
This is the sect leader of the Shadow Killing Style, Situ Wuying, who is also the strongest master among the major forces. No one can tell clearly about his strength. They only know that as early as two hundred years ago, Situ Wuying had
He became famous in Qianzhongling and was known as the number one master.
In the past two hundred years, the number of times he has taken action can be counted on one's fingers, and the total number of attacks is no more than five. All his opponents are the outstanding masters of Qianzhongling, but under his hands, all of them are killed with one move.
For forces like Chongling, Situ Wuying's strength has reached an unimaginable level.
These people can be regarded as overlords in their respective territories in Qianzhongling, but in front of Situ Wuying, they dare not even say a few words.
"No one is allowed to do anything in Luo Qiucheng, don't you know?" Situ Wuying looked at Ling Chuxi and said, his expression calm, but not angry or intimidating.
Seeing his expression, Han Shilin and others felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts, and felt the fear from deep in their hearts.
"I only know that if I didn't take action, I might not have the chance to stand here now." Ling Chuxi just looked at Situ Wuying calmly, with an indifferent smile on her face, and no trace of fear could be seen.
"Why didn't you stop when I told you to stop?" Situ Wuying asked with a bit of anger.
"The arrow is on the string, so I have to shoot it." Ling Chuxi said perfunctorily. But she smiled coldly in her heart: When Xue Batian took action, why didn't he hear you shouting to stop? Seeing that he was not strong enough, he immediately jumped out and shouted to stop. You are really cheap.
Yes! Don’t you just want people to test your own strength? I’ll satisfy you now. Let’s see if Xue Batian, who was beaten and embarrassed, feels that he can’t hold onto Situ Wuying’s face anymore. I originally wanted to try my own.
Strength, giving someone a shot, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating.