On the other side, Huangfu Qingjue also swung his sword.
"Qianba, no killing!" As Huangfu Qingjue shouted, thousands of sword shadows came overwhelmingly, and the scorching white light was even more dazzling than the midday sun.
Everyone turned their heads involuntarily.
One sword, just one sword, but like ten thousand swords fired together.
The second elder opposite had no idea that Huangfu Qingjue's sword was so powerful. After only resisting for a moment, he let out a scream.
Blood arrows spurted out. Although I protected my heart and saved my life with my strength at the peak of the late Jun level, my Qi Sea meridians had already been shattered by the thousands of swords. I will never regain my strength in this life.
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"Gudong!" Jing Ziyu's throat rolled with difficulty.
He had keenly felt before that Huangfu Qingjue, the peak of the monarch level, was more terrifying than the average peak of the monarch level, but he did not expect it to be so terrifying.
Even if the second elder's strength is inferior to him, it's not like he can't block his sword. Such strength is not inferior to God-level masters, let alone those below the King level.
Jing Ziyu broke out in a cold sweat. He remembered the last confrontation with Huangfu Qingjie, and he felt extremely lucky. Fortunately, Lord Yi Zhuang showed up at the right time, otherwise he would have followed suit if he had really fought with him in anger.
The second elder of the family has met his end.
The others were also shocked by Huangfu Qingjue's sword and their hearts fluttered. However, when they saw clearly the great elder's injuries, they were all shocked.
How is it possible, isn't Ling Chuxi not at the late Saint level? Not just them, all the people who participated in the Dan Conference have seen it with their own eyes, and there is no way it is fake.
However, how could the strength of a mere late-stage Saint level inflict serious injuries on a dignified late-stage King-level master.
If Huangfu Qingjue's terrifying sword frightened them, then Ling Chuxi's sword was beyond their cognitive scope.
Not only Huangfu Qingjue can do it, but also some genius disciples from ancient aristocratic families can do it. However, to seriously injure the peak of the monarch level at the late stage of the holy level, not to mention the genius disciples, even those legendary disciples in the history of Tianyu.
Even the top experts of the generation cannot do it.
Not to mention them, even Huangfu Qingjue was a little surprised. When Ling Chuxi rushed up, he was also worried, but thinking of Ling Chuxi's treasures, even if he was not the opponent of the elder, the elder would never want to hurt him.
He got her, so he felt relieved. But the final result surprised him, and he knew that his previous worries were completely unnecessary.
"You, you have hidden your strength!" The great elder finally stood up with difficulty, clutching his chest, eyes full of anger, and said hoarsely to Ling Chuxi.
After hearing the words of the great elder, Jing Ziyu and others recalled that Ling Chuxi's sword just now did not look like a saint, but more like a monarch. Ling Chuxi should have hidden his strength. This was the only thing they could think of.
reason.
In other words, even at the Alchemy Conference, she did not show her true strength when facing a powerful opponent like Zhihan. Such forbearance was really terrifying.
Zhihan felt an inexplicable loss in her heart. Ling Chuxi could defeat herself even if she hid her strength. If she didn't hide her strength, she would be completely defeated. Is Ling Chuxi's talent really that good?