"If it's really hard to choose, then let's start with me." Ling Chuxi suddenly said at this moment.
"Martial uncle Ling!" Yue Kaili and the others were shocked as they looked at Ling Chuxi in a daze.
"You? That's good. You brought these people here, right? it's good to start with you. " The old man was also slightly stunned, but he immediately smiled indifferently. He looked like he was in control of everything and was high and mighty, making Zi Yin and the others want to kill him.
A middle-aged man with a long sword in his hand walked towards Ling Chuxi with a cold expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to kill you. " The middle-aged man raised his long sword and said expressionlessly as he slashed down at Ling Chuxi.
"Martial uncle Ling, elder sister Chuxi!" Zi Yin and the others cried out in anxiety again as they watched the long sword land on Ling Chuxi's Qi sea in her chest.
However, the man's expression did not change at all, and the hand that held the sword was as firm as a rock.
"I didn't want to either." Just as the long sword was about to land on Ling Chuxi's chest, Ling Chuxi's cold voice suddenly rang in his ears.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed as he instinctively sensed danger. However, it was too late for him to stop.
A bright sword light suddenly bloomed in front of him. It was beautiful, but it also revealed a bit of desolation.
In an instant, his vision was completely occupied by the sword light. It was so poignant that it made one's heart tremble.
Immediately after, his hand felt lighter, and the long sword that had been tightly held in his palm had already flown out. Immediately after, his divine sense had also left his body. Before he could react to what had happened, a red mist rose in front of him, and the last wisp of his divine sense disappeared.
It was only then that Zi Yin and the others saw Ling Chuxi's grey abyss sword gleam actually break through the opponent's sword gleam and cut the opponent's soul into pieces.
Ling Chuxi had been accumulating energy for a long time. The sword strike that she had used all her strength did not stop there. The towering sword light continued to slash towards the old man.
"You've actually hidden your strength!" The old man did not expect Ling Chuxi to be able to use such a sword under the pressure of his own Yuan Qi condensation. He was also slightly surprised, but he did not take it to heart. After all, his strength was definitely not comparable to his subordinates.
The old man snorted coldly and sent a palm towards Ling Chuxi. A dark cloud-like airflow surged over. The power of this palm was actually not below Ling Chuxi's grey abyss sword gleam.
However, Ling Chuxi was not idle. At the same time as the old man struck out with his palm, Ling Chuxi waved her hand and six tokens flew out of her hand.
Ling Chuxi was very clear that once she fell into the hands of this old man, the secret of the Sumeru Bodhi would be discovered by him very quickly. Instead of doing that, she might as well take a gamble and take a gamble.
The only advantage Ling Chuxi had now was that the other party was not clear about her background, let alone knowing that she still had six myriad tribulation banners on her.
"It seems that you have quite a lot of good things on you." The old man could tell that these six command medallions were actually a spirit tool, and its power was estimated to be quite great. However, he didn't take them seriously and said arrogantly.
His conceit was not without reason. Ling Chuxi was just a disciple of a fallen sect. Even if she had a decent spiritual weapon on her, it would not be that strong. With his strength, there was no need to be too nervous.
However, his expression changed as soon as he spoke.
The six tokens spun rapidly and set up a restriction around him. Tens of thousands of black rays of light with the aura of death surged toward him. Under that powerful aura, even with his strength, he felt that his breathing was slow and his breath was unstable.
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