The race is approaching day by day. Everything went smoothly during this time and nothing happened.

Finally, the second day was the final round.

On this day, in the middle of the night, only a few lone stars shimmered faintly in the dark sky, and the city in the night was peaceful and peaceful, and everyone was in a deep sleep.

Ling Chuxi suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep, with a faint throbbing in his heart.

Since she was tempered by the Heavenly Thunder, not only has her body meridians undergone rebirth-like changes, but her mind has also become more calm and resolute than before, and her six senses have become more acute than before, and she has never felt such a throbbing.

Listening intently outside, except for the slight rustling of the night breeze and the rustle of the treetops, the courtyard was peaceful.

But Ning Chuxi didn't dare to be careless, that kind of heart throbbing would never be for no reason, she intuitively felt the aura of danger.

Quietly getting dressed, Ling Chuxi got out of bed quietly and took the Falling Dust Sword.

Everything is quiet, and the silence around is terrible. Ling Chuxi lay quietly on the bed with his clothes again. The window was slowly and silently opened.

Ling Chuxi sat up, turned his head and saw a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, just a glance, the cold gaze without a trace of emotion was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Then, a long, black sword stabbed like a viper, as fast as a black lightning bolt, but without a single light.

Despite his preparations, Ling Chuxi was taken aback. What kind of person is this, she didn't even notice her keen six senses to break through the peak of the ninth layer, and such a fast sword, such a strange angle, is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. The strength of the person who can infiltrate Fu Chengyu's courtyard silently can be imagined.

With an instinctive flash, Ling Chuxi jumped off the bed. The other party's figure that seemed to be like a flash of surprise had already followed, and the thin long sword in his hand had already stabbed more than a dozen swords at the vital points of her body in an instant.

The thick killing intent completely enveloped Ling Chuxi, and he felt cold in his body.

"The peak of the ninth-layer battle qi!" Ling Chuxi immediately saw the strength of the other party, no matter where he put it, such strength can be regarded as a rare master, and even a hero who commands one side. And this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is his sword style and killing intent.

There are no fancy sword styles in his style, only the simplest straight stabs, but each sword bursts with all its strength, bringing speed and killing intent to the extreme.

In a hurry, Ling Chuxi flew back, the other party followed him like a shadow, without saying a word, a sword was faster than a sword and stabbed at her throat.

By now, it would be strange if Ling Chuxi didn't understand the identity of the other party. This is a killer, and definitely a top professional killer.

The strength of the peak of the ninth layer, but regardless of the identity of the sneak attack plot, from beginning to end there is no superfluous nonsense, nor any superfluous movements, every step of the move, every sword in the hand, is only for the fastest and most effective killing of the other party, except for the top professional killer, who can do it.

Ling Chuxi believed that with the same nine-layer peak, caught off guard, no one could dodge this purest killing sword, even if it was difficult for her. However, now she is not the peak of the ninth layer, but the Great Perfection realm that has crossed the ninth layer.

With a movement under his feet, Ling Chuxi finally got rid of the other party's dense sword style like raindrops, and drew out the Falling Dust Sword, and in an instant, the sword body flashed with a snowy brilliance, surpassing the peak of the ninth layer of battle and bursting out majestically.