Ling Yichen and the others were originally anxious, barely supporting their seriously injured bodies with their long swords, and walked in the direction of Ling Chuxi step by step. Seeing this scene, they were also shocked.

At this time, Ling Chuxi, even if she was covered with blood, she couldn't hide her peerless elegance, and she couldn't hide her leisurely spiritual energy.

With their realm, looking at Ling Chuxi, there was a feeling of looking up to the mountains among the ethereal clouds, which was obviously one level higher than them. Could it be that after experiencing the catastrophe of life and death just now, Ling Chuxi actually broke through?

It's just that when I saw the embroidered robe that was as white as snow, but at this time it became blood-red, who would dare to say that it was luck?

Impossible, impossible! Qing Lingyan was also stunned, in order to kill Ling Chuxi, she had worked hard to create today's situation, and she was about to get what she wanted, but Ling Chuxi suddenly seemed to be a different person, making her feel a mystery that was difficult to see, and even a kind of holiness that made her ashamed of herself.

If it were in the past, maybe Qing Lingyan would have turned around and fled, but today, she had no way out, and the conspiracy was exposed, not to mention Ling Chuxi, even the Blood Beast Sect would not be able to let her go, what was waiting for her would be an endless pursuit, maybe the entire Cold Moon Palace would be buried for her.

"Ling Chuxi, you slut, you dare to snatch away my Qingju, I hate you, I hate you to the bone, today is either you live or I live." Qing Lingyan had been cornered by himself, roared frantically, drew his sword from Ye Qianhe's hand with a brush, and stabbed towards Ling Chuxi.

"Death without repentance!" Seeing Qing Lingyan's madness, Ling Chuxi's eyes turned cold, and he swung out a sword casually. This woman who is crazy about love has committed all kinds of evil deeds, and there is no forgiveness for her crimes.

"Ding ......" The two swords intersected, and a pleasant chant rose up.

Qing Lingyan trembled, and the long sword in his hand shook, shattering into thousands of tiny crystals, scattered all over the ground, like countless stars.

"You...... You ......" Qing Lingyan covered his chest and stared at Ling Chuxi in disbelief, although he couldn't see any scars from the surface, but thick blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

Ling Chuxi's face was indifferent, and he didn't make up for another sword, but retracted the dust sword and gently put the sword back into the sheath.

Ling Chuxi had seen Qiu Yi's killer before, and at that time, he felt that the gap between himself was not very big, so he underestimated the gap between the Tianyuan realm and the true yuan realm, but he didn't think that in this world, there are several true yuan martial artists who have the same martial arts Danxin as her, and have the same martial arts artistic conception as her?

It wasn't until this sword shot that she knew how big the gap was between Lu Dao Zhenyuan and Tian Yuan. In the face of her innate vitality that had not fully recovered, Qing Lingyan barely reached the middle stage of the true yuan, and she was not vulnerable at all.

In just an instant, the seemingly soft and gentle innate vitality shattered Qing Lingyan's long sword like a bamboo, and then smashed her internal organs and six internal organs into pieces.

Although Qingling was still standing in front of him, his internal organs were injured like this, and he would definitely have no chance to live.

The veil fell from his face at some point, and Qing Lingyan's originally bright face became a dead ash, looking at Ling Chuxi in despair.

"Nope! No! Qing Lingyan roared hoarsely, there was too much unwillingness and too much resentment in her heart.

"Young master!" Several maids had been quietly hiding behind the mountains, and when they saw this, they finally couldn't help but show up.