Chapter 382 Oh, Oh, It's Okay, It's Okay!

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Only then did the people open their eyes and looked at the stage in surprise. It turned out to be an afterimage. Even the seventh-layer fighting spirit can achieve the three emptiness of martial arts, so the Great Perfection state is not a problem, but just now under the tension, it turned out to be a ghost. Forgot about it. The envoy of the Nanxia Kingdom still had a sad expression on his face, but his heart was soaring at this moment. Oh oh, it's alright, it's alright! Ling Chuxi is fine. The envoy of the Nanxia Kingdom touched his chest and tried his best to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. He swore that he would report to the emperor after he returned, and would never be responsible for Ling Chuxi's affairs again. With Ling Chuxi, no matter how good-hearted people are, they will be stimulated to the point of death in the end, and will be short-lived ahhhhh! ! !

Xiao Tianying stood up abruptly. Among all the people present, there were only a few people who could clearly see Ling Chuxi's actions just now, and he was one of them. At the moment when Duan Qingqiu's long sword was slashed, Ling Chuxi's body suddenly erupted with an astonishing fighting spirit. It was so powerful that even Xiao Tianying was shocked. Obviously, it was definitely not Ling Chuxi's own fighting spirit. Rather, it is an effect inspired by a certain martial skill.

Cloud Turning Tricks! Xiao Tianying was the first to think of his family's ancestral secrets. Among the ancient families of various countries, only the Cloud-Turn Art can have such a magical effect. But there was still a little doubt in his heart. Judging from Ling Chuxi's movement to avoid the sword's edge when he couldn't let it go, this martial art's control over the fighting spirit was far stronger than that of the cloud-turning art.

Duan Qingqiu's wild laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned around abruptly, his eyes full of shock. Among the opponents in the early stage of the Great Perfection, no one has ever been able to escape from his turbulent cyclone. Could it be that her strength has reached the late stage of Great Perfection? No, absolutely impossible.

"Now, it's my turn." A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Chuxi's mouth, but in that smile, there was a chilling chill in her heart.

Ling Chuxi's falling dust sword was unsheathed, and bursts of joyful tremors rang out. The sword's tip flashed with stars and stabbed towards Duan Qingqiu. Duan Qingqiu quickly clenched his long sword, condensing a cyclone.

"Humph!" Ling Chuxi snorted coldly, his sword was like a frightened dragon, and he spit out ten thousand stars.

There was a sound of long swords slamming in his ears, which was denser than the summer rainstorm. In just a moment, Ling Chuxi stabbed hundreds of swords, and each sword stabbed the cyclone that Duan Qingqiu had just condensed with incomparable precision. , and knock it out completely.

Xiao Tianying sat down. No one knew better than him the shortcomings of the Cloud-Turn Art. Even if it were him, after using the Cloud-Turn Art, it would never be possible to use Ling Chuxi's swordsmanship and fighting spirit. Obviously , Ling Chuxi is definitely not using the cloud-turning art, but a martial skill that is even more subtle than the cloud-turning art. At least he thought so.

As soon as the sound of the sword stopped in the field, the two figures stopped. Ling Chuxi held the long sword with a relaxed expression, while Duan Qingqiu on the opposite side was already covered in cold sweat, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking. Once the cyclone was dissipated, his strength would not be comparable to Ling Chuxi in the middle stage of the Great Perfection.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..." A gust of wind blew past, and Duan Qingqiu's long sword was cut short, and fell to the ground section by section, making a crisp sound, and only the hilt was left in his hand.

There was a sound of exclamations from the audience again. Whoever participated in the evaluation competition was not holding a peerless weapon. Duan Qingqiu's long sword was actually smashed into a pile of scrap metal by Ling Chuxi. How fierce is the storm-like attack, and how tyrannical the fighting spirit is.

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