What a terrifying power! Ling Chuxi now finally understands why even the ninth-level warriors were wiped out in ashes. Even the two of them with the perfect strength of the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Body had to deal with it so hard, let alone the ninth level? Before?
Wenqing's mother has the strength of the ninth level of fighting spirit, but having Wenqing's father with her is of course even more dangerous.
"Yichen." Ling Chuxi called anxiously and worriedly.
"I'm fine, just be careful." Ling Yichen said in a deep voice, but his face was solemn. He understood that this ancient sword was not so easy to conquer.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient sword once again erupted with a dazzling light. It actually rose into the air, as if controlled by an invisible big hand, and flew towards Ling Yichen. A murderous intent with a tragic aura emerged from the sword.
After it was released, the surrounding area became cold. This depressing atmosphere was simply suffocating.
Ling Yichen shouted loudly, raised his strength to the extreme, and slashed against the ancient sword. With his abundant fighting energy condensed, he saw a cold light flowing towards the sword body like water.
Ling Chuxi secretly thought something was wrong and rushed towards Ling Yichen, because she knew that given the quality of Ling Yichen's long sword, it would be difficult for her to withstand his powerful fighting spirit.
Sure enough, when the two swords intersected, Ling Yichen's long sword erupted into a series of crisp sounds, cutting off from the tip of the sword, and the ancient sword full of murderous aura stabbed towards his heart with the force of thunder. Death.
The breath of it filled the air.
If you are stabbed by this sword, even if you are in the realm of Dzogchen, you will definitely die.
Ling Chuxi arrived just at this moment, and the Luochen Sword thrust towards the long sword with all its strength.
The Luochen Sword trembled violently, emitting a pleasant roar, and the ancient sword also trembled at the same time, turning into a shadow. There was actually a hint of fear in this trembling sound.
The sharp edge of the Luochen Sword penetrated the shadow of the ancient sword without any hindrance. With a flash of light, the ancient sword disappeared. It did not shatter, but disappeared as if it had never existed.
"What's going on?" Ling Chuxi and both of them were stunned at the same time.
This sword that cost countless people their lives and even brought disaster to the family, just disappeared like this?
Holding the Luochen Sword tightly, Ling Chuxi's hand shook slightly. There seemed to be something more in the sword, a shout full of joy, and a roar full of killing intent. At the same time, the sword
rang out and came into Ling Chuxi's mind.
"What is this?" Ling Chuxi was stunned. According to legend, some ancient swords can have their own spirituality. Could it be that the Luochen Sword in his hand also has its own spirituality, and what appeared in the Luochen Sword at this time,
Is it the spirituality of another sword?
While he was guessing like this, the Luochen Sword began to tremble violently, as if two sword spirits were fighting desperately, and strange lights flashed alternately on the sword.
In my mind, the cheers of Luochen Sword are getting stronger and stronger, while the roar of another killing is getting weaker and weaker. It seems that this sword spirit is being continuously absorbed by Luochen Sword, and the two sword spirits are merging into one.
Suddenly, a roar with endless killing intent sounded in his mind, and a bit of icy coldness poured into Ling Chuxi's body along the Luochen Sword, straight into the depths of his mind.
That sword spirit invaded his mind? As soon as this thought came up in his mind, Ling Chuxi felt a stab of pain in his mind, and instantly fell into chaos.