Chapter 4292 - 4292 You want your face to the death, but you'll suffer for it.
4292 You want your face to the death, but you’ll suffer for it.
Ling Chuxi knew that the other party was going to show his true strength this time. However, under that strong fighting intent, she only felt her blood boiling and did not feel the slightest bit of fear.
“Seven Swords of the abyss, the third move!” Ling Chuxi did not retreat but advanced instead, once again taking the initiative to attack for the third time.
“BOOM!” The two swords collided with an earth-shaking sound. Even the spirit vein trembled slightly.
This time, Ling Chuxi was forced to retreat several hundred feet before she could stabilize herself. A bloody wound had also been cut on her leg by the strong wind current.
The man’s face was also not very good, a trace of dark green in his deathly pale face. He was even more shocked. Although the sword attack just now did not force him back again, only he himself knew that he had forcefully stabilized his body for the sake of his face. However, he had to suffer because of his face. At this time, his internal organs were in shock, and his injuries were definitely not much lighter than Ling Chuxi ‘s.
Interesting, very interesting. The man squinted his eyes slightly, and it was impossible to tell whether his gaze was admiration or fear.
“Grey abyss sword form, the fourth form!” Ling Chuxi did not have time to care about her injuries and the fourth sword strike followed the momentum.
The man’s face was expressionless as he also slashed out with his sword.
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“Seven Swords of the abyss, the fifth move!”
“Seven Swords of the abyss, the sixth move!”
Ling Chuxi’s blood-white clothes were already stained with blood. There was even a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. The long sword in his hand was faster than the previous one, and the power of the grey abyss sword technique had also increased several times.
The sky had unknowingly darkened, and gusts of strong wind swept past, sweeping across his face as if he was being cut by a knife. Sand and stones flew above the spirit vein, stirring up clouds of dust.
Every time the sword rays clashed, Ling Chuxi would be forced to retreat. Under the powerful sword power, the man could no longer hold on and also involuntarily retreated. However, on the whole, his situation was still slightly better than Ling Chuxi ‘s.
The man’s pale and dark face also revealed a look of excitement.
“The great Dao is traceless, and the sword is connected to the world!” The man shouted loudly, finally revealing his true strength.
The dark clouds in the sky instantly dissipated and the turbulent wind also stopped. A majestic and awe-inspiring sword light came slashing towards Ling Chuxi.
Whether it was the sword intent, sword style, or sword power, this sword could be said to be perfect. Even the ancient sword intents that Ling Chuxi had once racked her brains to comprehend could not be compared to this sword.
“Seven Swords of the abyss, the seventh move!” Ling Chuxi finally used the seventh move of the grey abyss sword technique. Although the opponent’s move could be said to be perfect, Ling Chuxi’s face was filled with strong self-confidence.
If the other party had used this sword earlier, Ling Chuxi would have lost without a doubt. But now, under the seven sword strikes, Ling Chuxi had already displayed the grey abyss sword technique and martial arts to the extreme, in addition to that trace of heavenly power. In terms of martial arts techniques, Ling Chuxi was confident that no one below the Honorable level could easily beat her.
“What a powerful sword power!” The man’s expression changed. Of course, he could tell that each of Ling Chuxi’s sword techniques was stronger than the previous one. However, he did not expect that the last sword would actually integrate the previous Seven Swords, increasing its power by more than a hundred times.
If he wasn’t injured, he could have easily taken on this sword. However, with his serious injuries, he actually didn’t have any confidence.
The man laughed bitterly. He had thought that with his martial arts techniques and his abilities that were comparable to the peak of the divine level, he would be able to force the other party to hurriedly abandon his sword and admit defeat after ten strikes. Who would have thought that he would be the one being forced into a desperate situation after only seven strikes?
Helplessly, he could only secretly cast the mantra, and the sword suddenly shone brightly.