The lake ripples in the night wind, and the ripples spread far away, farther and farther away, confused in the night. Ling Yichen's heart, along with the ripples, gradually fell into the night.

"Who?" Ling Yichen's heart suddenly became alert, and he grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

A cyan figure was slowly walking out of the darkness.

"It's you!" Ling Yichen looked at the young man in front of him, it was the young master of the Heavenly Star Sect, Ye Qingyun, whom he had met during the day. At this time, in addition to the pride of the day, his face was a little more murderous.

"Where is Ling Chuxi?" Ye Qingyun looked at Ling Yichen contemptuously and asked.

"Why are you looking for her?" Ling Yichen's eyes suddenly froze, his fingers moved slightly, and the long sword came out of its sheath by half an inch, reflecting a cold glow as cold as water.

"You're asking too much, just tell me where she is." Ye Qingyun said, continuing to walk towards Ling Yichen, and a strong pressure followed.

"With me here, you don't want to hurt her in the slightest." Ling Yichen saw the killing intent in Ye Qingyun's eyes and slowly drew out his long sword.

"Just you?" Ye Qingyun smiled contemptuously, and didn't see how he moved, his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, and he arrived in front of Ling Yichen in an instant.

Ling Yichen's eyes burst out, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, and the strength of the peak of the Great Perfection came out with this sword.

But just as the long sword was about to pierce Ye Qingyun's chest, his hands flicked, and a little cold star shook across the lake.

Ling Yichen only felt that one after another powerful force was coming, although it was just a flick of his fingers, but it was like a heavy hammer blasting one after another, under the huge force, Ling Yichen almost held the sword unsteadily, and retreated back again and again, until he was three zhang away, before he could barely stand firm, his face was pale, and the qi and blood in his chest could not stop for a long time.

True Yuan Realm! Ling Yichen took a deep breath, there was no doubt that his strength had reached the True Yuan realm.

However, Ling Yichen did not flinch at all, and his gaze became even more determined than just now. Just with a flick of his fingers, he was able to swing his long sword containing the pinnacle of the Great Perfection into the air, and he also seriously injured himself, such a martial art, even Ling Chuxi couldn't do it. Thinking of this, Ling Yichen would not let him face Ling Chuxi.

"Your strength is too poor, tell me where Ling Chuxi is, spare you from dying." Ye Qingyun said.

Ling Yichen didn't say a word, his expression was indifferent, he forcibly suppressed the qi and blood surging in his chest, and clenched the long sword and slashed towards Ye Qingyun again.

Ye Qingyun smiled contemptuously, and with a slight movement of his feet, he dodged Ling Yichen's long sword and flicked his fingers again.

The huge amount of force surged again, and Ling Yichen flew out of the body heavily, this time he could no longer suppress the surging of qi and blood in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Standing up, Ling Yichen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his long sword again and slashed at the other party, and in the muffled sound, Ling Yichen flew out upside down again, spurting blood from his mouth.

"I'll give you another chance, Ling Chuxi?" Ye Qingyun said.

"You talk so much nonsense." Ling Yichen stood up, his face was like ashes, he smiled with difficulty, and his long sword moved back slightly, as if hiding behind him, and rushed towards Ye Qingyun in a very strange posture.

Seeing Ling Yichen's sword momentum, Ye Qingyun's expression changed slightly.

Moving forward, striding forward, leaning over, the sword trembling slightly, the accumulated battle qi like a volcanic eruption, shining in the night.