Chapter 292

The game is approaching day by day. It was a good time, nothing happened.

Finally, the second day was the final.

On this day, in the dark sky, only a few lone stars were shining with faint light. The city was peaceful and peaceful in the night, and everyone was in a deep sleep.

Ling Chuxi suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep. In his heart, there was a faint throb.

After being tempered by the thunder, she has not only experienced a rebirth like change in her body channels, but also become more calm and resolute than before, and her six senses are more acute than before. She has never felt such a throb.

Listening to the outside, in addition to the night breeze slightly blowing, blowing through the treetops of the rustling sound, the courtyard is a peaceful.

But Ning Chu Xi did not dare to be careless, that kind of palpitation will not be for no reason, she intuitively felt the dangerous breath.

Quietly put on clothes, Ling Chuxi quietly got out of bed and took the falling dust sword.

All sounds are quiet, and the surrounding silence is terrible. Ling Chuxi and clothes lie quietly on the bed again. The window was opened slowly and quietly.

Ling Chuxi sat up, turned to see a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, just one eye, that cold without a trace of emotion of the eyes deeply imprinted into his mind.

Then, a long and dark sword stabbed like a snake, fast as a black lightning, but not a bit of light.

Although prepared, Ling Chuxi was surprised. What kind of person is this? She can't even notice her sharp six senses when she breaks through the top of the ninth floor. With such a fast sword and such a strange angle, ordinary people can't do it. The strength of those who can sneak into Fu Chengyu's other courtyard quietly can be imagined.

Instinctively, Ling Chuxi jumped off the bed. The other party's figure, which was like a startling flash, had followed her. The slender sword in her hand had stabbed more than ten swords at her body.

Ling Chuxi was completely shrouded in a strong sense of killing and grew cold.

"Nine layers of battle spirit peak!" Ling Chuxi suddenly saw the strength of the other side, put in any place, such strength is a rare master, and even the leader of one side. But this is not the most terrible, the most terrible is his sword style and killing intention.

His sword style is not any fancy, only the most simple straight stab, but every sword is full of explosion, giving full play to the speed and killing intention.

In a hurry, Ling Chuxi flies back, and the other party follows each other like a shadow without saying a word. A sword is faster than a sword and stabs her throat.

Until now, if Ling Chuxi doesn't understand each other's identity is a strange thing. This is a killer, and definitely a top professional killer.

The strength of the top of the ninth floor, however, ignores the identity of the assassin. From the beginning to the end, there is no unnecessary nonsense and no unnecessary action. Every move of the foot and every sword in the hand are only for the quickest and most effective killing of the opponent. Who can do it except the top professional killers.

Ling Chuxi believes that in the same nine layer peak, no one can escape the purest sword, even if she is very difficult. However, now she is not the peak of the nine levels, but a state of great perfection across the nine levels.

With a movement of his feet, Ling Chuxi finally got rid of his opponent's sword style, which was as dense as raindrops. In a moment, the sword body flashed out a bright light, surpassing the nine storey peak of the fighting spirit.

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