When Ling Chuxi comprehended the second and third forms of the Cangyuan Sword Technique in Jing'anyuan, this memory fragment had also appeared, but it was ethereal and difficult to find, making it difficult to capture, and at this time, Mengluo's sword styles overlapped.

In an instant, Ling Chuxi understood, where did these sword styles come from, weren't they the rest of the Cangyuan sword techniques that Cangyuan Sword Might had cast?

Could it be that what Meng Luo made was exactly the following styles of the Cangyuan Sword Technique?

Ling Chuxi didn't have time to think about it, just followed the sword styles that kept overlapping in his mind, and slashed up diagonally.

This sword is so natural, and this sword is so mysterious.

The Falling Dust Sword flashed with a thousand rays of light, cutting through thorns and thorns, and in the sound of the sword, the sword qi surging with flames in front of him dissipated closely, and the ancient sword shadow of the Falling Dust Sword finally collided with the giant sword in Meng Luo's hand.

Ling Chuxi's slender figure and Mengluo's petite figure are like two ancient stone sculptures, standing on top of the majestic peak. At this moment, it brings people a sense of unattainable and can only look up.

The entire Xuanjian Peak was solemn, and even the wind whistling through the mountains was still.

The pressure was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Seeing the two figures that stood like sculptures for a long time, everyone's hearts were raised, and under the impact of such a powerful sword momentum, what would be the ending of the two.

But Ye Xuanfu was stunned, his eyes widened and he looked at Ling Chuxi, shocked, with a hint of ecstasy that could not be concealed. But at this time, naturally no one will notice his strange gaze.

Finally, the two slowly separated, and Monroe's body shook and fell straight to the ground.

"Monroe!" Ling Chuxi's heart was anxious, and he stretched out his hand to Monroe.

Her original intention was to save Wei Wuji, but if she killed Meng Luo for this reason, it would be more than worth the loss.

Although this little girl is a little more fierce and open-mouthed, her frank temperament that dares to love and hate also makes Ling Chuxi feel good.

At the same time as Ling Chuxi stretched out his hand, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled, and a ravine several feet deep was separated from it, and it quickly cracked to both sides, separating the two, and on the mountain peak, there was a sound of a boulder cracking.

"Chu Xi!" Ling Yichen and the others raised their hearts again, once Xuanjian Peak collapsed, let alone them, even masters of the Grandmaster Realm would be unable to escape.

"Don't come here!" Ling Chuxi also realized this, and hurriedly stopped Ling Yichen and the others who were about to fly forward.

"Don't worry, in the past 10,000 years of Xuanjian Peak, the ancestors of all dynasties have been reinforced with formations, otherwise they would have been collapsed by Wuji and Mengluo, and they wouldn't be able to wait for today." Ye Xuanfu came back to his senses at this time, saw everyone's worries, said comfortingly, and hurried towards Mengluo.

"Chu Xi, Chu Xi, how are you?" Ling Yichen and Lan Xinyu put their minds at ease, hurried to Ling Chuxi's side, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, how is Monroe?" Ling Chuxi landed on one knee and said with a breath. The sword just now exhausted all the innate vitality in her body, but it was not injured.

"Ah, it's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, it's almost another big disaster." As soon as Ling Chuxi's words fell, Meng Luo's voice of joy came. I saw a little girl jumping up from the ground with a carp, patting her chest and sticking out her tongue. Although the little face was flushed, it was obviously unharmed.