These masters from various major families all have high status. How could they experience such a brutal battle? The more they fight, the more they feel guilty, and they even cannot display their strongest strength at all.
Ling Chuxi and the others have experienced life and death, and their actual combat experience is much better than theirs, but they are secretly frightened when facing such an opponent who ignores life and death.
Ling Chuxi's Luochen Sword flew through the air, and Cang Yuan's sword technique was launched one after another, like the waves of the sea, one after another, exerting the power of Cang Yuan's sword technique to the extreme.
Bloody light suddenly appeared, and the demon master who was facing her was cut off with a sword in his right hand holding the sword, but he just frowned, without even bandaging the wound, he just switched the sword to his left hand, roared and attacked again.
As his footsteps moved swiftly, he left a trail of blood drops along the way.
Ling Chuxi's sword energy was like a rainbow, and she pierced his heart with one sword strike.
The demon master stared blankly at the blood spraying from his chest, and finally fell to the ground. But even so, the killing intent in his eyes did not weaken at all, and he still struggled to crawl towards Ling Chuxi.
That ferocious face was filled with the anger and hatred of a wounded beast before it died, making it even more frightening.
It wasn't until he crawled out more than a foot that he tilted his head and died on the spot, but his round eyes were still staring at Ling Linxi. If eyes could kill, the look in his eyes before death was enough to kill Ling Chuxi.
Killed eight times ten times.
Ling Chuxi had seen a lot of murderers, but this was the first time she had seen such a vicious one. Seeing the unblinking eyes, she knew that the other party could no longer pose any threat to her, but she still had some lingering fears.
feeling.
Even she is like this, and one can imagine how others feel.
"Old Patriarch Ling, the opponent is too strong, why don't we retreat for a while to avoid his attack?" Wen Zizai, whose legs were already weak with fear, said to Patriarch Ling tremblingly.
Although he is full of intrigues, when it comes to courage, even Kang Youdao is not as good as him.
"No, once we retreat and let them cause harm everywhere, let alone our Wuya Mountain, I'm afraid the entire human space will be destroyed." Chief Ling said resolutely.
"But..." Wen Zizai wanted to say something else, but a master from the Spirit Race attacked in front of him. Seeing the sword light pouring out like a waterfall, Wen Zizai quickly shut up and concentrated on blocking the opponent's attack.
From time to time, there were several pitiful screams heard from the surroundings. Some people were injured and fell to the ground, or died on the spot.
Ling Chuxi glanced out of the corner of her eyes, and her heart sank. In less than half an hour, people from all the major families had been injured and killed, and one-fifth of them had been lost. Even Ling Yichen and Yi
Lidu was slightly injured. Ling Zhonghao's actual combat experience was not as good as theirs, and his injuries were more serious. His body was covered with knife marks and bleeding profusely.
He originally wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead and disabled, but the other party didn't even spare a seriously injured person like him. He cut his body with one knife after another, in a posture of dismembering the body. The guy was so frightened that he quickly got up, while blood was pouring out.
While jumping up and down to resist the opponent's attack.
While beating him, he also yelled: "Damn it, I'm like this and you still don't want to let me go. You really want to cut me into pieces with knives. If I fight hard, I will drag you down even if I die..."
On the verge of life and death, this guy actually burst out with the courage to die together. His bloody ferocity and fierceness were no weaker than his opponent's.