Ling Chuxi nodded secretly. Fortunately, this second uncle did not disappoint her after all. Although the middle emperor level was not as good as the peak god level, it was not without the power to fight back. The scene in front of her was exactly what she expected.
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"Ling Ziyun, you're dead!" Yuwen Sicheng didn't expect that he would be forced into such an embarrassing situation by a mere mid-level emperor. He became angry and unfurled his long sword. Several rays of sword light were like seven stars accompanying the moon, or like meteors turning into rain.
One after another, they poured out towards Ling Ziyun.
The gap is the gap. Although Ling Ziyun was full of blood, he lacked training and actual combat experience. He could only block the first few sword rays, but he couldn't hold on and was knocked to the ground.
Yu Wen Sicheng had not acted lightly just now. In fact, he had already suffered some internal injuries. It was only because of his boundless anger that he gained the upper hand. When his energy was released, he felt his whole body collapse. He could not stand up even after standing up for several times.
, but the crazy blood redness in his eyes has not weakened even a little.
Yuwen Sicheng did not let go. He raised his sword and slashed at Ling Ziyun. The sword was so cold that it pierced his bones. It was obvious that Yuwen Sicheng had murderous intentions.
"Be careful!" Ling Yixin and others exclaimed in unison and drew their swords at the same time. However, with their strength, it was too late to stop them now.
Ling Zhongxuan also drew out his long sword, with an awe-inspiring look on his face. Yuwen Sicheng's sword-like force just like meteors and rain was mysterious and infinite. It was obviously the Yuwen family's secret skill. In a head-on fight, he was not completely sure that he could defeat the opponent, but even so
, he would never watch Ling Ziyun being injured by the opponent's sword.
"Stop." Ling Chuxi shouted clearly.
Her voice was not loud, but it had an inexplicable majesty. The powerful spiritual consciousness of the ninth level of Sword Heart Breaking Soul Technique pierced Yuwen Sicheng's heart.
Yuwen Sicheng was shocked and stopped involuntarily, looking towards Ling Chuxi.
When their strength reaches their level, it is difficult for pure spiritual attacks to affect their opponents at the same level. Most of the time, they are used to enhance the field.
He can be sure that what Ling Chuxi just used was not a domain, but a pure spiritual attack. Logically speaking, it should not have any impact on him, but why, when the clear drink sounded, he felt
What about a throbbing that seems to come from deep within?
Is it an illusion? Yuwen Sicheng is not sure.
When Yu Wen Sicheng stopped, Ling Yixin and others rushed to Ling Ziyun's side, protecting him in the middle, each holding a long sword and glaring at Yu Wen Sicheng. As soon as Ling Chuxi opened her mouth, they rushed forward.
"What, do you want to bully the few? Well, today I will give you a lesson today, you little guys who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, so that you can see the true strength of my Yuwen family." Seeing the angry looks of everyone in the Ling family
, Yuwen Sicheng was too lazy to think about it and said with a sneer.
As one of the oldest ancient aristocratic families in Tianyu, the Yuwen family was once shrouded in the halo of the Ling family. Thanks to the incident twenty years ago, the Yuwen family finally stepped on the Ling family and ascended to the throne. But there is such a thing as betrayal.
After all, it is not so glorious to say it out loud. Behind the superficial arrogance and arrogance of the descendants of the Yuwen family, there is a deep inferiority complex, so they tried every means to deal with the Ling family, hoping to find some psychological comfort.
After listening to Yuwen Sicheng's words, several other young people stood beside him, all releasing their late-stage emperor-level aura.