Before the person arrived, a continuous sword light surged in like the waves of the blue sea.
Junjie! Ling Chuxi's expression condensed, and she didn't have time to think too much, and the Luochen Sword struck out with lightning.
"Choke..." The dragon roared, and the undulating sword light bombarded the Luochen Sword like raindrops. Huge force came one after another. Ling Chuxi retreated continuously until her back was pressed against the wall before she stabilized.
The blood and Qi in the chest are surging and the Qi pulses are running backwards, which makes me feel uncomfortable.
This is the real Jun rank, which is completely different from Feng Lengsong's Jun rank which is forcibly promoted by Lihuo beads. If Ling Chuxi guessed correctly, this person's strength is at least in the late Jun rank, which is higher than that of Feng Lengsong.
Her mid-sage level is more than one level higher.
Ling Chuxi looked at the masked man in black across from him with vigilance, and then at Luochen Sword. The last time she fought with Feng Lengsong, Luochen Sword was hit by the Five Thunder Heavenly Sword, which caused fine tooth-like scars.
The damage was even more severe, and several cracks appeared on the sword.
Ling Chuxi secretly felt heartbroken. Ever since she returned from time travel and started practicing again, Luochen Sword had been accompanying her, helping her through crises time and time again. It had long become one of the most important parts of her life.
She thought that after being tempered with fine gold and mithril, the Falling Dust Sword was comparable to a magic weapon, but she didn't know that it was damaged like this less than a year after arriving in Tianyu. Unfortunately, she didn't have the appropriate fine gold and mithril in her hands.
The Luochen Sword cannot be refined again to improve its quality.
Seeing the Luochen Sword damaged like this is like seeing your closest friend seriously injured. It makes you feel distressed and sad at the same time.
"Who are you?" Ling Chuxi held the Luochen Sword tightly and did not take action rashly. The opponent's strength was too strong. If she forced her energy to use Cang Yuan Sword Technique, the Luochen Sword would probably not be saved.
The masked man in black clothes opposite did not speak, but looked at Ling Chuxi carefully with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was exploring something.
The other party didn't make a move, and Ling Chuxi didn't make a move either. While speeding up her time to recover, she quietly looked around. Although she was confident, she was not arrogant. She knew that with her own strength, she was definitely no match for the man in black. The entire cold
Only Chi Hanbing can rival Qingchi.
"Don't look, I have set up a barrier around you. Even if I kill you, no one will know." The man in black said in a hoarse voice, concealing his true voice.
"What do you want to do?" Ling Chuxi asked.
The man in black did not answer, but suddenly flew up and struck Ling Chuxi with a sword.
Ling Chuxi gritted her teeth and struck out with a fierce palm. The Luochen Sword had been damaged to such a degree that it might not even be able to withstand her Saint-level vitality, let alone the opponent's Jun-level vitality.
The great Sanshou momentum exerted by the Holy Level Yuan Qi is like clouds, and its power is more than a hundred times higher than before. Wherever the wind from the palm passes, the air currents surge to form a whirlpool storm.
The man in black opposite had a look of contempt in his eyes, and slashed through the air with his long sword.
"Boom", there was a muffled sound, Ling Chuxi's Sanshou was broken by a sword, and she was knocked out again. Although the power of the Sanshou was great, it was still far behind Cang Yuan's swordsmanship.
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Without giving Ling Chuxi a chance to breathe, the opponent attacked again.
"Thunder moves the sky, Dharma!" Ling Chuxi had no choice, she pointed her sword in the distance, thunder struck in the sky, and a thunder sword filled with blue electric light fell from the sky.