"Do you still want to deceive the less with more? Unfortunately, as far as your strength is concerned, no matter how many people there are, they will not die the same way." Fan XINGRAN didn't realize the danger. He took a look at the crowd and said.
The higher the strength, the greater the gap between different levels, not to mention the difference between monarch rank and Saint level. Although Ling Chuxi has many people, his highest level is only in the later stage of the holy order. However, he has some masters in the early stage of the imperial rank. To deal with these people, he needs only one hand. At least that's what he thinks.
Xia Yimin's brow has been wrinkled into the Sichuan character. At first, he only felt that Ling Chuxi did not know how to advance or retreat, but now he knew that none of them was sober. Do they really think that the tianmianzong mansion was the former yipinzong mansion, but it was just a declining sipingzong mansion. They were so arrogant that several Saint level practitioners even wanted to challenge the master of the imperial level. They were just a group of ignorant children.
If it wasn't for the relationship of the more open ceremony, he really wanted to teach them a lesson. However, since he had something to ask for, he couldn't stand by.
"For the sake of Leng song, I didn't want to embarrass you, but since you don't know what to do, you can't blame me." The king level master said coldly. One sword was cut out, and the sword was as fast as the wind. With one stroke, it turned into three swords to attack the people. Each one was fierce and incomparable. Obviously, it was not a phantom remnant.
I didn't expect that he would use such a sharp sword as soon as he made a move. Xia Yimin's face changed slightly. His divine sense moved. His sword came out of its sheath and bounced into his hand. But before he could make a move, he saw a sword of Shentian flying through the sky.
That sword, full of boundless meaning, Wei Ling Jiuzhou, as if the king came to the world, with the supreme heroic domineering.
"What a strong sword technique!" At this moment, Xia Yimin clearly felt that his Qi was suppressed and could not exert his strongest strength. His hand stopped subconsciously.
"Choking!" With a crisp sound, the master at the beginning of the monarch's rank had been chopped and flew out. His sword had been broken into pieces. His face was pale and his whole body was shaking. Don't look at it much. Xia Yimin also knows that his meridians and Qi sea are deeply damaged. Even if he can be cured, his accomplishments will not be improved.
"You, you hide your strength!" The king level master pointed to the front with trembling fingers, and said bitterly. Want to support the body, just got up, then heavily fell to the ground.
In front of him, Ling Chuxi stood with a sword and was proud. He was wearing white clothes with the wind. His beautiful face revealed his inviolable coldness and dignity.
If it had not been for seeing it with his own eyes, Xia Yimin could not believe that this delicate and beautiful girl could have used such a powerful sword. He could see that Ling Chuxi didn't hide her strength. She was really in the late stage of the holy rank. However, how could she use such sword like sword power in the later period of the holy order.
Ask yourself, even with his mid-term strength, he would never have used such a sword.
Xia Yimin didn't know that Ling Chuxi didn't do his best even with this sword. In addition to Cangyuan sword technique, Ling Chuxi didn't use Tianluo realm and Lei FA. If he knew, he didn't know how to feel. It's supposed to be a dislocated jaw. Close it. Dislocate it again.
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