Ling Chuxi's chest froze, and he was shocked back again and again by the surging air currents like fireworks, in the face of absolute strength, any skill, any comprehension was useless.

Just like a three-year-old child, no matter how many exquisite sword skills he has, he doesn't have much strength himself, and he still has no resistance in the face of a strong man with a big sword.

Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and stabbed out with a sword.

Cangyuan swordsmanship, strike again.

This sword looked so ordinary, with almost no edge, but Ye Xuanfu's gaze tightened suddenly.

Only a person like him, who has been immersed in the way of the sword all his life, will find that this seemingly ordinary sword contains endless changes, and even secretly conforms to the way of heaven.

A shining silver burst suddenly scattered from the Falling Dust Sword, and the powerful sword power was not even a few points worse than Mengluo's sword.

Ye Xuanfu's whole body was shocked, the sword intent and sword power of this sword were so familiar, and the sword intent of Meng Luo and Wei Wuji seemed to be born from the same root and origin.

The Falling Dust Sword erupted with a tangible sword qi, stabbing the surging waves of fiery red qi into a transparent vacuum, and Ling Chuxi also stopped his retreat slightly.

But immediately, stronger sword power surged.

"Sister Chu Xi, you can't stop it, retreat." Meng Luo's face turned pale and shouted at Ling Chuxi. The corners of her mouth were already oozing thin bloodshots, obviously wanting to withdraw this sword, but what erupted at this time was not her true strength at all, how could she take it back.

Ling Chuxi didn't retreat, she already knew that with the first sword of the Cangyuan Sword Style, it would be difficult to block Mengluo's sword.

Ling Chuxi's face was calm, and the Falling Dust Sword suddenly changed its sword style, and the second and third forms of the Cangyuan Sword Technique were used one after another. The Cangyuan Seven Swords One Style is stronger than the other style, and Ling Chuxi has long found that if they are used one after another, the power of the layers of superposition will be greatly increased.

Finally, the two sword powers collided violently again, and an earth-shattering sound erupted, and the entire Xuanjian Peak was trembling violently.

Seeing the power of this sword, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately, their faces changed.

Even if Ling Chuxi made the three swords come out in a row, exerting the power of the third sword of the Cangyuan Seven Swords to the extreme, he still couldn't stop Meng Luo's terrifying sword, and the turbulent air flow swept wildly, and Ling Chuxi's beautiful figure was instantly submerged in it.

"Chu Xi!"

"Your Excellency!"

Ling Yichen, Liang Jinhuai, and Gongxi Crazy Knife exclaimed at the same time, drew their swords, and slashed towards the air flow regardless of it.

But with just a slight touch, the figures of the three of them were shocked back like arrows. There was shock and worry on everyone's faces. What should I do? Lan Xinyu and they stomped their feet even more anxiously.

Being in that air current, Ling Chuxi's face also changed drastically, and she never thought that even if the seven swords and three swords of the abyss came out in a row, they would not be able to stop the power of Meng Luo's sword.

"What should I do?" Ling Chuxi was confident that even if she was in trouble, she still had a chance to escape, but in this way, Wei Wuji, who had already been hit hard behind her, would be in danger.

A qiē is only in such a moment.

In the midst of the crisis, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Ling Chuxi's mind, and the sword style of Meng Luo's sword quickly appeared in his mind, and at the same time, the memory fragments left by several sword styles also flashed quickly, overlapping with Meng Luo's sword, and becoming extremely clear.