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Ling Du similarly chose to fight him in close combat. In a situation where his strength was inferior, close combat was the best choice. This was because his battle experience was at an unimaginable level.

He wanted to use speed to make up for his lack of strength.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The sounds of the two swords clashing could be heard as their bodies were covered by the sword light. It was impossible to tell which one was Ling Jing and which one was middle-aged. The courtyard was filled with the true strength and sword Qis of the two. The man who had been dead was once more being destroyed.

"Chi, chi, peng, peng, peng, peng!" Broken limbs flew everywhere, and black blood stained the sky, causing it to darken. The fishy smell caused people to feel disgusted, and the miserable scene caused people to be unable to bear it any longer.

When the two of them separated to catch their breaths, there was no longer a complete corpse left in the courtyard.

The middle-aged man didn't expect the person to be hiding his strength. When they parted, he asked in shock, "Who are you?"

Ling Jun was also depressed, someone actually came to rob him first. Was it the person in front of him, or was it Luo Xin? It was not yet clear what the various powers in the Free City had in common. "He still doesn't want to expose himself." You're the one who killed him, right? What?

"To be exact, I am the Guardian of the Dead." The middle-aged man's brows furrowed as his killing intent surged.

Ling Jun laughed and confirmed that his guess was correct. No matter who killed Lu Eleven, it was certain that he didn't get what he wanted. The question was, what was Loew doing? The King behind him was protecting him in secret? This Luo Xin was very interesting.

Outside of the courtyard, Luo Xin was once again in a frenzy. Violent sword Qi was rampaging all over his body, and a dark shield was faintly forming around his body. Even though the dozens of Soul Sword cultivators surrounding him were afraid, they still held him tightly in the center.

The middle-aged man's killing intent surged once more as he raised his sword and charged towards Ling Jun. He could not take this lying down. To think that a person at the peak of the Sword Resisting Realm would be able to fight against his sword for more than ten moves. Thief, give me your life. "

As he moved, the sword in his hand created a shadow, two, three. When he arrived in front of Ling Jun, he had already created five sword shadows.

Illusory Sword Five Shadows. The five sword shadows were formed from true strength, and the five shadows condensed into a sword.

Hu. The five shadows vanished, and a shining sword appeared in Ling Jun's right rib.

Ling Du had already calculated the target of his opponent's attack. As he horizontally blocked the attack, Zheng, the middle-aged man's sword once again pierced into Ling Du's body.

The swordsmaster's strike was not covered. Although Ling Jun had blocked his opponent's attack, his right arm was trembling and his hand was numb. As he explosively retreated, the middle-aged man's sword shadow flashed once more.

Sword Qi attack!

Clang! Clang! Clang! The three sword energies were only able to dissipate. Chi! His left and right shoulders were pierced by the sword energies.

Swordmaster's melee attacks were just too domineering. The level gap was just too frightening. A thousand years ago, he would not have dared to face the swordsmaster head-on. A thousand years later, he might have lost all his power, but who could have caught his eyes?

"As soon as the middle-aged man saw that he had succeeded, his attacks became even sharper." No matter who you are, you will die today. "The mountains have returned to their dust." He quickly turned the tip of his sword, ignited it, and jumped to the tip of the sword. He then started to walk in front of the retreating Ling Du. An invisible pressure pressed down on them from all directions.

Swordsmanship mainly focused on piercing. Penetrating through the enemy's body was the direct goal of the swordsman. To use the simplest, most direct, and fastest method to complete the piercing, to kill the enemy, was the unchangeable pursuit of the wielder of the sword. However, this was not the case for the Three Thousand Worlds, Three Thousand Arts, or the mental cultivation method of the Terminator Sword that the middle-aged cultivator used.

The Terminator Sword, with the sword as its guide, releases the true strength of the swordsman, suppressing the opponent in all directions. One could shatter a mountain with a single sword strike to the mastery level. Legends speak volumes, but all are dead. Of course, this was only in the legends. No one had ever reached this level. Even if a Saint were to use the final move, Heaven and Earth Destruction, its power would still be limited.

Every cultivator liked to create their own techniques and moves, using a name that would cause others to be afraid of them. What about the truth? It was as if the world did not have much enthusiasm to verify something that had already been decided.

Although he did not believe that it had the ability to destroy the heavens and earth, he was still very excited. However, he still had the ability to flatten a mountain with a single sword strike. He had once reached the level of mastery. Whether or not it was extreme, he had not even been able to pry a peek when it was accidentally sealed. Now that he saw his opponent use this move to attack him, the flames in Ling Jun's heart suddenly flared up.

The loud and clear horn, the flying horse's hooves. A heroic spirit that could shake the mountains and rivers could intimidate the battles in the Ringworld. The unfinished business, the endless peaks. Everything returned to his world.

His physical strength increased explosively, the aura of his body roamed about. His spirit energy began to circulate as he called out to the sky: "You are the person who will sacrifice the sword when I step into the Spirit Sword realm."

A Soul Sword cultivator wielding a sword master's sacrificial sword? The middle-aged man wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. The speed at which spiritual energy was absorbed made him flabbergasted. Perhaps he was no longer absorbing spiritual energy, but devouring spiritual energy and true energy. The suppression of his own true strength was actually swallowed by this little shrimp in front of him. He was a little confused. Even if his opponent was a teacher, his mountain would still be reduced to dust, and he would still be able to overwhelm his opponent. Now, the true power released was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Not only that, he also felt that his spiritual energy was forcefully drawing out the true strength he condensed on the sword.

The aura of the spiritual force continued to rise as the bones in his body creaked. The middle-aged man didn't dare to slow down because of the unease in his heart.

Upon touching it, the spirit that had broken through the barrier felt as if there was a turbid Qi that needed to be released. The sword in his right hand was already covered with a layer of true energy. The silver-white blade turned azure. A formless true energy spread outwards. Let me show you something different about the Terminator Sword. "

The moment Ling Du swung his sword, the ground beneath his feet trembled. With his Spirit Sword cultivation, he gathered his true power into his sword and threw it at the middle-aged sword master.

"The middle-aged swordsman was suddenly overwhelmed by the power of the strike. Boom! Dust flew in all directions as cracks appeared on the granite floor." "How is it possible for a mountain to turn into dust?" He looked at the sky with disbelief as he took in the spiritual energy and stabilized his cultivation base.

He was wrong, the spirit energy wasn't stabilizing his cultivation, but accumulating true energy. By the time the middle-aged man realized this, it was already too late.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The rocky ground cracked and rubble flew everywhere. The middle-aged man could no longer withstand the excruciating pain and spat out a mouthful of blood. This time he wasn't fooling around. "After being hit, he rolled on the ground, got up from the ground and fell about ten feet away." I want to see how you are going to use me as an offering! " A wave of true energy burst out from his body, and a thick and bloody aura immediately filled the air.

The westerly wind blew, causing the middle-aged man's long hair to flutter in the wind. His gloomy face, coupled with the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, was extremely horrifying. He raised his right hand, and a red vortex appeared around the sword. "Destruction!"

He waved his hand and brandished his sword. The blood wind mixed with the sword light rushed towards Ling Jun.