Chapter 309

What terrible power! Ling Chuxi now finally knows why even the strong man with nine layers of fighting spirit will be destroyed. Even their two Tian Lei quench their full strength, they all have to cope with such hard work, let alone the ninth floor? Before, Wenqing's mother had the strength of fighting spirit, but with Wenqing's father, of course, it was even more dangerous.

"Yichen." Ling Chuxi called out anxiously.

"I'm fine. Be careful." Ling Yichen said in a deep voice, but her face was dignified. He understood that the ancient sword was not so easy to swallow.

As soon as the words fell, the ancient sword broke out a dazzling light again, and it even rose in the air, as if manipulated by an invisible big hand, and flew towards Ling Yichen. A murderous spirit with a tragic breath was released from the sword and became cold all around. This oppressive breath is suffocating.

Ling Yichen gave a big drink and raised his strength to the extreme. He cut off the ancient sword. With his abundant fighting spirit, he saw a cold light converging towards the sword like water.

Ling Chuxi said something bad in the dark. She moved to Ling Yichen, because she knew the quality of the long sword of Ling Yichen. I'm afraid it's hard to bear his strong fighting spirit.

Sure enough, the two swords intersected, and Ling Yichen's long sword broke out into a series of crackles, cutting from the tip of the sword. However, the ancient sword full of killing atmosphere stabbed at his heart with the momentum of thunder. The smell of death began to spread.

If you are stabbed by this sword, even if you are in a state of great perfection, you will surely die.

Ling Chuxi just arrived at this time, and the falling dust sword thrust at the long sword.

The falling dust sword trembled violently, sending out a pleasant joyful sound. At the same time, the ancient sword also gave out a trembling sound, which turned into a virtual shadow. In this trembling sound, there was a trace of fear.

The sharp blade of the falling dust sword pierced into the shadow of the ancient sword without any hindrance. With a flash of light, the ancient sword disappeared. It was not broken, but disappeared as if it had never existed.

"What's going on?" Ling Chuxi was stunned at the same time.

This made countless people pay their lives, and even brought disaster to the door, so disappeared?

Holding the falling dust sword tightly, Ling Chuxi's hand trembled slightly. There seemed to be some more things in the sword. There was a cry full of joy and a roar full of killing. At the same time, it sounded in the sword, reflecting Ling Chuxi's mind.

"What is this?" Ling Chuxi was shocked. According to legend, some ancient swords can have their own spirituality. Does the falling dust sword in their hands also have their own spirituality, and what appears in the falling dust sword at this time is the spirit of another sword?

In this way, the falling dust sword trembled violently. It seemed that the two swordsmen were fighting to death, and a strange light flashed on the sword.

In my mind, the cheers of the falling dust sword become stronger and stronger, while the roar of another killing is getting weaker and weaker. It seems that this sword spirit is constantly absorbed by the falling dust sword, and the two sword spirits are integrating into one.

All of a sudden, with endless killing roar in the mind, a little cold along the falling dust sword into Ling Chuxi's body, straight into the mind.

That sword spirit, invades own mind? The idea just came up in his heart, and Ling Chuxi felt a sharp pain in his mind. In an instant, he fell into a chaos.

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