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382. Chapter 382 Oh, it's okay, it's okay!

Only then did people open their eyes and look at the stage in surprise. It turned out to be an afterimage. Even the seventh level of fighting spirit could reach the Three Shadows of Wuying. It was not a problem to reach the Great Perfection state. But just now they were nervous.

I forgot about this. The Nanxia Kingdom envoy still had a sad expression on his face, but his heart was soaring at this moment. Oh oh oh, it’s okay, it’s okay! Ling Chuxi is okay. The Nanxia Kingdom envoy touched his chest

, trying his best to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. He swore that when he returned, he would tell the emperor that he would never be responsible for anything about Ling Chuxi again. With Ling Chuxi, no matter how good-hearted a person is, he will eventually be stimulated.

It's life or death, it will be short-lived!!!

Xiao Tianying stood up with a roar. Among all the people present, only a few people could clearly see Ling Chuxi's actions just now, and he was one of them. The moment Duan Qingchou slashed down with his long sword, Ling Chuxi's body suddenly exploded.

There was an astonishing fighting spirit, so powerful that even Xiao Tianying was shocked. It was obvious that it was not Ling Chuxi's own fighting spirit, but the effect stimulated by some kind of martial arts.

Cloud-turning Jue! Xiao Tianying was the first to think of his family's ancestral secret book. Among ancient families from all over the world, only Cloud-turning Jue can have such a magical effect. But there was a trace of doubt in his heart. From the room where Ling Chuxi was not allowed to reveal it,

Judging from the actual action of avoiding the sword edge, this martial arts control the fighting spirit is far stronger than the Cloud Turning Technique.

Duan Qingchou's wild laughter suddenly stopped, and he suddenly turned around, his eyes full of shock. Among the opponents in the early stages of Dzogchen, no one had ever been able to escape from his turbulent storm-like cyclone.

It is also difficult to achieve the middle stage of consummation, but looking at Ling Chuxi in front of her, she is so relaxed. Could it be that her strength has reached the late stage of great consummation? No, it is absolutely impossible.

"Now, it's my turn." A smile appeared at the corner of Ling Chuxi's mouth, but there was a hint of coolness in that smile that chilled her heart.

Ling Chuxi's Luochen sword was unsheathed, and it let out waves of clear and joyful trembling. The starlight on the tip of the sword flashed, and it stabbed towards Duan Qingchou. Duan Qingchou quickly clenched the sword and condensed a series of cyclones.

"Huh!" Ling Chuxi snorted coldly, and her sword was like a frightening dragon, spitting out thousands of stars.

There was a sound of swords clashing in her ears that was denser than a summer rainstorm. In just a moment, Ling Chuxi thrust out hundreds of swords. Each sword struck with incomparable accuracy the whirlpool that Duan Qingqiu had just condensed.

Go up and destroy it completely.

Xiao Tianying sat down. No one knew the shortcomings of Cloud Turning Jue better than him. Even if it were him, after using Cloud Turning Jue, he would never be able to use swordsmanship and fighting spirit like Ling Chuxi's. Obviously

, what Ling Chuxi used was definitely not the Cloud Turning Technique, but a martial skill that was even more exquisite than the Cloud Turning Technique. At least that's what he thought.

As soon as the sound of swords stopped in the field, two figures stopped. Ling Chuxi held the long sword with a relaxed expression on her face, but Duan Qingqiu on the opposite side was already covered in cold sweat, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking. Once the cyclone was hit

San, his strength is simply not comparable to Ling Chuxi in the middle stage of Great Consummation.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..." A gust of wind blew by, and Duan Qingqiu's long sword was cut into pieces. It fell to the ground piece by piece, making a crisp sound. Only the hilt was left in his hand.

There was a cry of exclamation again from the audience. Who among the participants in the evaluation competition was not holding a peerless weapon? Duan Qingqiu's long sword was actually turned into a pile of scrap metal by Ling Chuxi. It can be seen that Ling Chuxi just did a series of

The storm-like attacks are so fierce, and the fighting spirit is so tyrannical.


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