What a terrible amount of force! Ling Chuxi now finally knew what the Dao was like and even the powerhouses of the ninth layer of battle qi would be wiped out, and even the strength of the two of them in the Heavenly Thunder Quenching Body Great Perfection had to deal with it so hard, let alone the ninth layer? Wen Qing's mother had the strength of the ninth layer of battle qi before, but with Wen Qing's father, of course, it was even more dangerous.

"Yichen." Ling Chuxi called out anxiously and worriedly.

"I'm fine, be careful." Ling Yichen said in a deep voice, but his face was solemn. He understood that this ancient sword was not so easy to subdue.

As soon as the words fell, the ancient sword erupted again with a dazzling light, and it actually hung in the air, as if it was being manipulated by an invisible big hand, and flew towards Ling Yichen. A killing intent with a tragic aura was released from the sword, and the surroundings became cold. This oppressive aura is simply suffocating.

Ling Yichen let out a loud shout, raised his strength to the extreme, and slashed at the ancient sword, and under the condensation of the abundant battle qi, he saw a cold light converge towards the sword body like a stream of water.

Ling Chuxi secretly said something was wrong, and rushed towards Ling Yichen with a movement of her feet, because she understood that with the quality of Ling Yichen's long sword, it would be difficult for her to withstand his powerful battle qi.

Sure enough, the two swords intersected, and Ling Yichen's long sword erupted with a series of crisp sounds, cutting off from the tip of the sword, while the ancient sword, which was full of killing aura, stabbed towards his heart with a thunderous momentum. The smell of death pervaded.

If you are stabbed by this sword, even if you are in the realm of Great Perfection, you will definitely die.

Ling Chuxi arrived at this time, and the Falling Dust Sword stabbed towards the long sword with all its might.

The Falling Dust Sword trembled violently, emitting a pleasant roar, and the ancient sword also let out a trembling sound at the same time, turning into a virtual shadow, and in this trembling sound, there was a hint of fear.

The sharp blade of the Falling Dust Sword pierced into the phantom of the ancient sword without hindrance, and in a flash of brilliance, the ancient sword disappeared, not shattered, but disappeared as if it had never existed.

"What's going on?" Ling Chuxi and the two were stunned at the same time.

The sword that caused countless people to pay for their lives and even caused the destruction of the door disappeared like this?

Holding the Falling Dust Sword tightly, Ling Chuxi's hand shook slightly, and there seemed to be something more in the sword, a cry full of joy, and a roar full of killing intent, which sounded in the sword at the same time, reflecting Ling Chuxi's mind.

"What is this?" Ling Chuxi was stunned. Legend has it that some ancient swords can have their own spirituality, could it be that the Falling Dust Sword in their hands also has their own spirituality, and what appears in the Falling Dust Sword at this time is the spirituality of another sword?

Guessing like this, the Falling Dust Sword trembled violently, as if the two sword spirits were fighting to the death, and a strange light flashed alternately on the sword body.

In his mind, the cheers of the Falling Dust Sword became stronger and stronger, while the roar of another killing was getting weaker and weaker, it seemed that this sword spirit was constantly being absorbed by the Falling Dust Sword, and the two sword spirits were merging into one.

Suddenly, a roar with endless killing intent sounded in his mind, and a bit of cold chill poured into Ling Chuxi's body along the Falling Dust Sword, straight into the depths of his mind.

That sword spirit, invaded his mind? As soon as this thought rose in his heart, Ling Chuxi's mind tingled, and in an instant, he fell into chaos.