C54 (1/2)

She had been watching from high above. On one hand, he was stabilizing his cultivation, while on the other, he was keeping his mind and heart on the move. She was a homicidal maniac, but her spirit had taught her that cultivation was more important than killing. If his Spirit Sword cultivation could not kill him, then what about the swordmaster? She did not make a move, but he died as soon as he put his sword on the ground.

We're in dire straits right now, and we're still killing each other! Ling Jun's face was full of black lines. He really wanted to slap her a few times before throwing her into the volcano.

After breaking through, the strength of the blade would not increase by just a single level. The light was thinner and more tyrannical. Purple Frost was more beautiful, more gorgeous. Judging by her appearance, no one would ever think that she was a homicidal maniac.

The flesh is like clotted fat and jade-like, the eyes like autumn water long and sad. Where the love and hatred, the most beautiful woman leaning on the building.

She should be such an existence. The enchanting beauty, who could make one's dreams run wild, became an assassin. Now it was really a dream, a nightmare.

Ling Jun's body had not recovered yet, so how could he face her head on? After dodging three strikes, he loudly said, ”We are now in prison. Can you break the barrier?”

”My intention is to kill you.” When Violet Frost spoke, her hand did not stop. The Imperial Sword Technique rushed forward with the saber light flying everywhere. Puff * * Puff * * Puff * The blade light hit the barrier wall and only made a muffled sound.

”Let me suggest to you to first use your full power to strike at the Spirit Formation.” The negotiations continued.

Boom … The blade released an endless glow as it drew the First Slash of the Heaven and the Earth. ”It hacked at Ling Jun and the barrier wall.” If I kill you, I won't delay breaking the seal. ”

Fine, you win! He had tried his best to evade, so he wanted to use this strange barrier to wear down her true strength. Who would have thought that the other side would actually treat him like a monkey? Damn woman, don't let me recover or I'll kill you. Temporarily flee.

There was nowhere to run, the path was completely sealed off. Immemorial person, why did you leave a seal when you have nothing to do? If you have something to say, hurry up and say it. At this moment, both their spirits only wanted to use an even more terrifying opponent to divert Zi Shuang's attention.

Zi Shuang was in a bad mood. Not only did her twenty-odd slashes not shake the barrier at all, she did not even kill her spirit. Damn, he actually used a barrier to disperse my thoughts. All evils!

Ling Du noticed the change in Zi Shuang's expression, and spoke again, ”Stop fighting, otherwise we'll die without a burial ground like them.” He pointed at the bones on the ground.

”I only want you dead!” Zi Shuang would not believe anything she said. He was going to raise his strength to the limit. He slashed out with all his might.

The sound of wind breaking was ear-splitting. A powerful explosive force covered an area of 200 feet. Two hundred feet of the blade's light. Ling Du released over 10 long swords, condensing them into a sword light shield. He drew out his true energy and shouted: ”Ten Thousand Swords Demon Slayer.” This was the most lethal move. Even though it could only explode out a dozen flying swords. But this was already his limit.

The longsword whistled through the air, bringing with it an endless destructive force as it clashed against the blade of purple frost.

Boom … The long sword collided with the saber light, causing crushed rocks and bones to fly everywhere. White and clean bones danced wildly in the wind, like an evil spirit that had broken through the gates of hell.

White bones, white bones. Who wouldn't be a pile of white bones after death? Ling Du's entire body was limp and powerless to control the sword. Boom! He fell into the depths of the cliff where flying bones filled the sky. Five thousand years of grief swept through him. He held onto Duro's autumn cloud hairpin. ”Why do you want me to be reborn!”

Failure, failure, eternal failure. Even if he failed, he would not give in. As long as he had a breath, he would fight to the end.