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887. Chapter 887 The Power of Cangyuan Sword Style

"How can it be the late stage of true Yuan?" Everyone looked at Ling Chuxi in disbelief. Half a month ago, it was the early stage of true Yuan. How come it is the late stage of True Yuan? Even with the white jade crystal heart, such progress is not possible.

It's too shocking.

In fact, Ling Chuxi herself was a little surprised at this moment. She was very aware of her own strength. She relied on the white jade crystal heart to break through the bottleneck and reach the middle stage of true essence. However, when she took this sword shot, she felt that the spiritual power of the white jade crystal heart was suddenly like a flood.

The same flow poured into the Luochen Sword, and under the Cang Yuan Sword Style, the true energy belonging to the late stage of Zhen Yuan actually burst out.

It turns out that the Cangyuan Sword Style combined with the White Jade Crystal Heart has such a wonderful effect!

Wei Zhixuan was also filled with shock, but what shocked him was not Ling Chuxi's late-stage True Yuan strength.

Of course, it is surprising that at Ling Chuxi's age he can reach the late stage of Zhenyuan, but in the sect's holy realm, many of the direct descendants of large sects have used the I Ching marrow cleansing liquid and various medicinal pills since childhood.

Those brewed from medicine also have such strength.

What really shocked and even frightened him was the powerful power contained in Ling Chuxi's sword.

Being in the midst of it, he felt the horror of this sword more clearly than others.

This sword can no longer be described as exquisite. The boundless sword intention coincides with the great road of heaven and earth. It is not an exaggeration to call it the pinnacle of martial arts sword intention.

Although it is just a sword, it contains endless changes and contains supreme power that daunts the universe.

Unprecedented fear suddenly filled my heart, and the hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily.

Wei Zhixuan had an illusion that he was like a withered leaf in autumn, like a rootless duckweed facing the raging cold wind, like a weak ant looking up between the clouds and mist in the face of the violent tsunami and huge waves.

The Ten Thousand Renxiong Peak. At this moment, he was so powerless that he couldn't even resist.

This is the Seven Swords of Cang Yuan. The Seven Swords of Cang Yuan once roared proudly in Jiuzhou and threatened the world. After this period of understanding and witnessing the battle between the sword spirit and the heart of the sword, Ling Chuxi finally touched this move.

The secret of the Yuanjian style is that the power of the sword alone makes Wei Zhixuan's liver and gallbladder go cold.

"Choke!" With a crisp sound, Luochen Sword struck Wei Zhixuan's long sword.

Wei Zhixuan had already lost his fighting spirit, his hand softened, and the sword flew out of his hand.

Then, he saw the sharp sword light striking towards him.

"Ah!" Wei Zhixuan was so heartbroken that his face instantly turned pale. He didn't even have a chance to dodge, and only the fear of death remained in his eyes.

"Pa!" Just when Wei Zhixuan thought he was dead, the side of the Luochen Sword hit him with a "pop" sound.

Immediately, there was a burning pain in his body. Wei Zhixuan himself could feel a blood mark swelling rapidly, but his heart was full of surprises. If he could feel the pain, it proved that he was not dead yet.

But immediately, the sword light swung again, and there was another burst of heat on his body.

Before he could react, several more sword strikes hit his body one after another. After the burning sensation, there was a strange pain and itching like the bites of thousands of ants, which was so uncomfortable that it made people want to die.

This time, Ling Chuxi did not use poison, but accurately controlled the sword's true energy, injecting the needle-like true energy into Wei Zhixuan's meridians, which would not make him faint from pain immediately, but also make him faint.

He felt the greatest pain. This feeling was definitely no worse than being poisoned.


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