Ling Chuxi originally wanted to take this opportunity to draw his legs and flash people again, but he didn't expect the strength of the ghost shadow under the rage to be so terrifying, under the pressure of that True Yuan Qi, his feet were as heavy as lead. There was no way to escape, Ling Chuxi could only grit his teeth and stab out with a sword again.

However, under the ghost's strong True Yuan Qi, her figure seemed so weak, so small, as helpless as a boat in the wind and rain. This is the difference in strength! The contrast between the strong and the weak is so obvious and helpless.

Life and death are only between a sword.

Ling Yichen suddenly turned around, his feet moved, and his figure flashed like a phantom, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Ling Chuxi.

His figure is still so upright, his expression is still so indifferent, but his gaze is unprecedentedly resolute.

"Yichen!" Ling Chuxi exclaimed, she knew that with Ling Yichen's strength, even if she comprehended the artistic conception of the vast sea and sky, she still couldn't resist the sword of the ghost, this was not only a matter of artistic conception, but also an insurmountable gap in strength.

Ling Yichen didn't look back, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, that smile contained relief and nostalgia, but more importantly, it was indomitable determination.

Facing the ghost's monstrous sword, Ling Yichen did not dodge, did not dodge, but calmly raised the long sword and pointed at the ghost shadow's heart. This sword has no skill to speak of, and some are just a determination to die without hesitation.

Looking at his determined back, Ling Chuxi instantly understood what he wanted to do, whether he wanted to die with the ghost, or severely damage the ghost at the cost of his life, so as to gain a chance for himself.

There was an irrepressible sourness in his heart, and his eyes seemed to feel moist.

"Let's go!" Ling Yichen shouted loudly and rushed towards the long sword that the other party had chopped off, the long sword in his hand was still pointing at the other party's heart, without a trace of trembling.

What Ling Yichen did was undoubtedly the best choice and the only choice. In the face of the strength of the ghosts, they don't even have a chance to escape, if sacrificing one person can save the other, it is the best result. In fact, what Ling Chuxi did just now was to seek a glimmer of life for Ling Yichen.

But now, when Ling Yichen was in front of her regardless of his life, how could Ling Chuxi escape alone?

Ling Chuxi stepped forward without hesitation and attacked the ghost shadow side by side with Ling Yichen. Even if it is death, it will cost him dearly.

"Let's go!" Ling Yichen shouted again, his heart trembling.

Once, he thought that as long as he could be by her side, he would have nothing to ask for, and once, he thought that even if he died with her, it would be the happiest thing in life.

But when this moment really came, he realized that Lu Dao's heart was so painful, and he realized that only by letting her live and let her live happily was his greatest happiness and joy.

Out of the corner of his eye, seeing the determination in Ling Chuxi's eyes, Ling Yichen's heart was like a knife.

The sword light shrouded the figures of the two of them layer by layer, this is the strength of the True Yuan Realm to burst out with all its might! Even if Ling Chuxi has the strength of the Great Perfection Realm, even if he has the Cloud Turning Technique, the Spiral Battle Qi, and the needle-shaped Battle Qi that originates from the secret transmission of the Jindan Sect, even if Ling Yichen has comprehended the artistic conception of the vast sea and the sky, he is still so powerless in the face of this absolute strength.

Death is so close, never before.