The lake water rippled under the night wind, and the ripples spread far and wide, getting further and further away, lost in the night. Ling Yichen's heart also followed the ripples, and gradually fell into the night.
"Who is it?" Ling Yichen felt suddenly alert and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
A green figure was slowly walking out of the darkness.
"It's you!" Ling Yichen looked at the young man in front of him. It was Ye Qingyun, the young master of Tianxing Sect whom he had met once during the day. At this time, in addition to the arrogance during the day, his face showed a bit of murderous intent.
"Where is Ling Chuxi?" Ye Qingyun looked at Ling Yichen contemptuously and asked.
"Why are you looking for her?" Ling Yichen's eyes suddenly condensed, his fingers moved slightly, and the long sword was half an inch out of its sheath, reflecting a cold light as cold as water.
"You're asking too many questions, just tell me where she is." Ye Qingyun said, continuing to walk towards Ling Yichen, and strong pressure followed.
"As long as I'm here, you can't even think of hurting her at all." Ling Yichen saw the killing intent in Ye Qingyun's eyes and slowly drew out his long sword.
"Just you?" Ye Qingyun smiled contemptuously, and without even looking at how he moved, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and was in front of Ling Yichen in an instant.
Ling Yichen's eyes burst with light, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out quickly. The peak strength of Dzogchen came out with this sword.
But just when the long sword was about to pierce Ye Qingyun's chest, he moved his hand, flicked his fingers, and dots of cold stars flashed across the lake in a scaly light.
Ling Yichen only felt powerful forces coming one after another. Although it was just a flick of his finger, it was like a heavy hammer coming one after another. Under the huge force, Ling Yichen could hardly hold the sword steadily and stepped back continuously.
When he was three feet away, he could barely stand firm. His face turned pale, and the blood in his chest couldn't stop for a long time.
True Yuan Realm! Ling Yichen took a deep breath. There is no doubt that his strength has reached the True Yuan Realm.
However, Ling Yichen had no intention of flinching, and his gaze became even firmer than before. With just a flick of his fingers, he was able to fly away his long sword that contained the pinnacle of the Great Perfection, and even seriously injured himself. Such a martial skill
, even Ling Chuxi couldn't do it. Thinking of this, Ling Yichen would not let him face Ling Chuxi.
"Your strength is too poor. Tell me where Ling Chuxi is and I will spare your life." Ye Qingyun said.
Ling Yichen said nothing, with an indifferent expression. He suppressed the surging blood in his chest, clenched his sword tightly and struck at Ye Qingyun again.
Ye Qingyun smiled contemptuously, moved his feet slightly, avoided Ling Yichen's sword, and flicked it away with his finger again.
Huge power surged in again, and Ling Yichen flew out heavily. This time, he could no longer suppress the surge of energy and blood in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Standing up, Ling Yichen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his sword again and slashed at the opponent. With a muffled sound, Ling Yichen flew backwards again, spitting out blood from his mouth.
"I'll give you one last chance. Is Ling Chuxi here?" Ye Qingyun said.
"You talk a lot of nonsense." Ling Yichen stood up, his face turned ashen, and he smiled with difficulty. He moved his sword back slightly, as if hiding behind him, and rushed towards Ye Qingyun in a very weird posture.
Seeing Ling Yichen's sword power, Ye Qingyun's expression changed slightly.
Moving forward, stepping forward, leaning forward, the sword trembling slightly, the accumulated fighting spirit erupts like a volcano, shining brightly at night.