The competition is approaching day by day. During this period, everything went smoothly and nothing happened.
Finally, the second day was the finals.
On this day, it was late at night, with only a few lone stars shining faintly in the dark sky. The city was peaceful and peaceful in the night, and everyone was in a deep sleep.
Ling Chuxi suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from her sleep, with a faint throbbing in her heart.
Since being tempered by the Heavenly Thunder, not only has her body's meridians undergone rebirth-like changes, but her mind has also become calmer and more determined than before, and her six senses have become sharper than before. She has never felt such throbbing.
I listened attentively outside. Except for the slight night breeze and the rustling of the treetops, the courtyard was peaceful.
But Ning Chuxi didn't dare to be careless. That kind of heartbeat would never be unreasonable. She intuitively felt the dangerous aura.
After getting dressed quietly, Ling Chuxi got out of bed quietly and took the Luochen Sword.
Everything was quiet, and the surrounding silence was terrifying. Ling Chuxi lay quietly on the bed undressed again. The window was slowly and quietly opened.
Ling Chuxi sat up suddenly, turned around and saw a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness. With just one glance, the cold and emotionless gaze was deeply imprinted in her mind.
Then, a dark and slender sword stabbed over like a poisonous snake, as fast as a black lightning, but without any light.
Even though she was prepared, Ling Chuxi was still surprised. Who is this person? He didn't even notice her sharp six senses that broke through the peak of the ninth level. And such a fast sword and such a weird angle are definitely not ordinary people.
If you can do it, you can imagine the strength of someone who can sneak into Fu Chengyu's courtyard silently.
Instinctively, Ling Chuxi jumped off the bed. The figure of the other party, who appeared with a sudden appearance, had followed closely, and the thin long sword in her hand had stabbed more than a dozen vital points on her body in an instant.
sword.
The thick murderous intention completely enveloped Ling Chuxi, sending chills into her body.
"The peak of nine levels of fighting spirit!" Ling Chuxi immediately saw the opponent's strength. Putting it anywhere, such strength would be considered a rare master, even a tycoon who leads a party. And this is not the most terrifying thing.
The most terrifying thing is his sword style and killing intent.
There is nothing fancy about his sword style, only the simplest straight thrust, but every sword burst out with all his strength, bringing his speed and killing intent to the extreme.
In a hurry, Ling Chuxi flew back, and the other party followed her like a shadow, without saying a word, and stabbed her throat with a sword faster than the other.
By now, it would be strange if Ling Chuxi still didn't understand the identity of the other party. This is a killer, and he is definitely a top professional killer.
The strength of the ninth level is at the peak, but he ignores his identity to attack and plot secretly. From the beginning to the end, there is no unnecessary nonsense, and there are no unnecessary movements. Every step of the foot, every sword in the hand, is only for the fastest and most effective.
Except for the top professional killers, no one can kill the opponent.
Ling Chuxi believed that at the same peak of the ninth level, no one could escape this purest killing sword when caught off guard, even she would have a hard time. However, now she is not the peak of the ninth level, but a giant that spans the ninth level.
The state of perfection.
With a movement of her feet, Ling Chuxi finally got rid of the opponent's sword moves that were as dense as raindrops, and drew out the Luochen Sword. In an instant, the sword flashed with a bright brilliance, and the fighting spirit that surpassed the peak of the ninth level was released.