Ling Luo curled her lips and sighed, "What a pity."
"But -" a ferocious smile appeared on Ling Luo's face, "Next, I'm going to do it for real!"
Saying that, she didn't give Ling Die a chance to react at all. She picked up the long sword in her hand and quickly attacked in Ling Die's direction.
Ling Luo held the sword in his right hand, slashing horizontally, stabbing vertically, diagonally, and back-lashing. Each sword was faster than the other, and each sword was harder than the other.
She is an alchemist. She could not practice martial arts in her previous life, and she did not know any swordsmanship at all. At this moment, she relies entirely on her brute strength and angry blood to chase and slash!
Ling Die had no weapon in his hand, so he could only summon dozens of wooden thorns in a panic, but they were all chopped off by Ling Luo.
After all the wooden thorns were broken, Ling Luo stretched out his long arm, and the long sword that looked dilapidated directly penetrated Ling Die's shoulder.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips, she succeeded!
Lingdie let out a scream, and his shoulder seemed to be torn apart.
Ling Luo reached out and aimed at Ling Die's abdomen, and punched her hard again, knocking her whole body directly to the ground. The long sword penetrated her shoulder and was nailed to the bluestone board.
"Ahhhhh--" Lingdie raised his head, with a hideous look of pain on his face, and howled crazily.
Ling Luo slowly stood up and placed his hand on the broken sword. His black eyes were as cold as ice as he looked down at his defeated opponent with a disdainful smile on his lips.
She grasped the hilt of the sword and drew it violently, causing blood and flesh to fly.
Lingdie once again let out a heart-rending cry of pain, her little face wrinkled tightly, and tears came out from the pain.
With a miserable look on her face, she looked at the second elder at the edge of the battle platform, stretched out her bloody arm, and said in a trembling voice: "Second Grandpa...save me..."
The second elder was very moved. No matter how brainless or stupid this Lingdie was, he was still a descendant of his lineage. He stepped forward, took Lingdie's body down, and glanced at Ling Luo lightly, with a little sullenness.
Injuring two of his children one after another was really a good thing!
Ling Luo seemed not to notice. At this moment, all her energy was concentrated on the broken sword in her hand.
No, this is not a broken sword at all!
The first time she cut off Ling Zihong's arm, she had already felt that the rust on the sword had faded a lot; the second time, when it penetrated Ling Die's shoulder, it was stained with more fresh human blood.
As the blood passed by, all the rust on the sword dissipated, and the cracks on the sword's edge were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, the whole sword was completely new.
The sword body is completely black, shining with a dark color under the sunlight. The blade is engraved with complex patterns from ancient times.
Ling Luo was overjoyed, this sword must be extremely extraordinary.
At this moment, things were already exploding under the platform. Surprises and exclamations were heard one after another.
"That good-for-nothing third lady actually defeated two masters of her generation in a row, my God!"
"Have you seen her methods? She is really ruthless and shows no mercy at all."
"She is simply a goddess, a bloody goddess!"
"She actually defeated a warrior at the peak of the fifth level of Mu Yuan so easily. Is she really only the fifth level?"
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There were endless compliments like this, and the one with the ugliest face was Ling Yue. There was a thin layer of sweat on her palms. When did this loser become so powerful?