2796. Chapter 2796 I will get it back with my own hands
"Draw the sword." Ling Chuxi said coldly without any sympathy for Situ Kuangjian.
Situ Kuangjian could tell that Ling Chuxi would never let him go today. He gritted his teeth and touched his waist with his trembling right hand.
Since no matter how you beg for mercy, you can't escape a battle, instead of waiting for death, why not... The moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, Situ Kuangjian suddenly jumped up and fled towards the outside of the courtyard.
Even at this moment, he still didn't have the courage to fight Ling Chuxi, so he had no choice but to escape.
When people are in despair, they can often unleash their potential ten times or a hundred times more than usual. The speed of Situ Kuangjian at this time was almost as fast as a Jun-level master walking with a sword.
However, just as he rushed out less than five feet away, he saw a silver light like the Milky Way leaking out in front of him, and a graceful figure appeared in front of him.
His chest sank, and a huge force came from him. Situ's mad sword was knocked back, and rolled in front of Ling Chuxi.
Huangfu Qingjue stepped on the flying sword, his silver hair dancing in the wind, and the aura of a master at the king's level was clearly visible.
Only now did Situ Kuangjian and He Daojia know that the enviably handsome young man who accompanied Ling Chuxi turned out to be a master of the Jun rank. Judging from his attack just now, Yun Dan Fengqing was at least a late Jun rank master.
(In fact, Huangfu Qingjue's current strength is in the middle of the Jun level, but the actual combat ability of the God Emperor clan is far beyond that of other cultivators. From their perspective, naturally they can't see the depth, and they only think that they are masters of the late Jun level or above.
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Ling Chuxi alone is not something they can compete with, and now coupled with a late-Jun level master, there is no chance for them to compete with him.
In He Daojia's eyes, even the hatred was gone, only deep regret.
But Situ Kuangjian only had despair.
"Draw your sword, I'll give you the last chance to live." Ling Chuxi's peerless and beautiful face is like the eternal ice, so cold that it makes people's hearts palpitate.
"I, I..." Situ Kuangjian wanted to say something more, but seeing the look on Ling Chuxi's face, he couldn't even finish a complete sentence.
Situ Kuangjian finally pulled out the long sword, but when his hand shook, the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.
"You are like this, and you actually dare to call me Mad Sword." Ling Chuxi couldn't help but say contemptuously.
Thinking that the proud and arrogant Ling Yichen would be bullied by such a person, she felt even more uncomfortable, making it difficult to breathe.
Ling Chuxi doesn't like killing people, but now, perhaps only killing people can relieve her inner depression.
No matter how disdainful and contemptuous she was towards Situ Kuangjian, she would never let him go.
"Let him go." Ling Yichen suddenly said.
"What?" Ling Chuxi was stunned, then turned to look at Ling Yichen in surprise.
Seeing Ling Yichen being seriously injured and losing all his strength, his heart was filled with despair. He no longer had the awe-inspiring aura of pride and self-preservation that he once had when the world was vast and the sky was vast. Ling Chuxi's heart ached in waves.
"Killing him will only dirty your sword. I will take back what should be taken back with my own hands." Ling Yichen said in a hoarse voice.
Looking at that haggard face, Ling Chuxi seemed to see the arrogant Ling Yichen again. He has not changed. Even if his cultivation is exhausted, he still has not changed. He is still the same Yichen as before.
Ling Chuxi stared at him for a long time, and finally a familiar smile appeared on her face, so kind and warm.