"Ling Ziyun, you didn't expect it. I am at the pinnacle of the emperor's level. Do you think you have a chance of dying together?" Chai Kezhou laughed wildly.
"Chai Kezhou, you are despicable!" Ling Ziyun's hand holding the sword was trembling.
Not everyone has the ability to cross levels and defeat enemies. For practitioners like Ling Ziyun, there may be a chance to fight to the death if they are one level lower, but the gap between the two levels is simply an insurmountable chasm.
"Ling Ziyun, take action, let me see how you die with me." Chai Kezhou looked at Ling Ziyun with contempt.
"You, you, I..." Ling Ziyun looked ashamed and angry, but facing Chai Kezhou's absolute strength advantage, the sword in his hand could not penetrate.
"Why, don't you dare to take action? Where has the courage to fight to the death with me gone?" Chai Kezhou said with a sarcastic smile.
"Chai Kezhou, I will fight with you." Ling Ziyun finally mustered up the courage and gritted his teeth to attack.
"Seeking death!" Chai Kezhou roared angrily, drew out his long sword at lightning speed, and slashed at Ling Zi.
"Boom!" There was a burst of thunder in the sword light, which made people's eardrums hurt.
The sword light with the power of thunder just split Ling Ziyun's sword light into smoke in an instant, and then, it slashed towards the top of his head unstoppably.
"Ah... help!" Ling Ziyun was so frightened that he screamed in despair.
A contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of Chai Kezhou's mouth. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword stopped in front of Ling Ziyun, less than half an inch away from the bridge of his nose. The hair on his face shivered under the cold sword wind.
"Bang!" The long sword in Ling Ziyun's hand fell to the ground, his whole body was shaking like rice, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Ling Ziyun's feet softened and he fell to the ground, tears welling up unsatisfactorily.
There was silence all around. Everything happened so fast. No one expected that Ling Ziyun could not even take the opponent's sword, let alone that he would behave so badly.
Where did the promise of seeing death go and the promise of fighting to the death gone? Everyone looked at Ling Ziyun with disdain, and the old face of the third elder was as swollen as a purple eggplant. It couldn't be more ugly.
Ugly.
Ling Moyou and others secretly sighed, their courage is commendable, in the final analysis, this Ling Ziyun is just a man of gold and jade, he can talk big words, but if he really takes action, his true colors will be revealed immediately.
In fact, with his strength, he really made up his mind to die together. Even if Chai Kezhou was two levels stronger than him, he would have to pay a big price to defeat him. It would never be so easy, but this guy faced the opponent's sword.
Wei Wei was so frightened that he had no intention of fighting, and even begged for mercy.
You are so cowardly! At this moment, it was not just the third elder who was embarrassed, all the Ling clan members were too embarrassed to hold their heads up.
"Ling Ziyun, don't you think you are so great? You actually dare to challenge me for a fight, why don't you dare to take action?" Chai Kezhou said with a sarcastic expression, suddenly his expression turned cold, and he shouted sternly, "Pick up your sword,
Take action!"
"No, don't..." Ling Ziyun shuddered, sat on the ground and moved back in fear.
He also knew that his performance would definitely make everyone feel ashamed, and his status in the Ling family would plummet, but he couldn't muster any courage.