1273 The only chance
The dark clouds were split apart by the sword power, revealing a long rainbow that pierced through the sky.
Against an opponent like Ming cangye, there was no second chance. This attack was Ling Chuxi's best and only chance.
"The grey abyss sword technique!" Cang Ming cried out once again. His eyes were filled with disbelief! Ling Chuxi, Ling Chuxi actually knew how to use the grey abyss sword hair! Cang Yuan's other evil intentions were indeed in Ling Chuxi's hands!
Hearing his cry of surprise, Ming yewu seemed to pause for a moment. She suddenly looked at Ling Chuxi, her eyes full of killing intent. However, he had used all his strength in this attack, so he could not withdraw it even if he wanted to.
The deep abyss sword's gaze was deep. He only looked at Ling Chuxi, his face still expressionless. It was impossible to see what he was thinking.
Seeing the two's unparalleled sword auras, Ming cangye gritted his teeth. He suddenly raised his sword and slashed down with all his might. The originally slow and heavy Qi movement was like an ignited explosive barrel, and it exploded violently.
"BOOM!" Ling Chuxi and Ming yewu's sword Qi also slashed down at the same time.
The four extremely powerful sword wills and sword power finally collided. A vortex of air spread out with the four of them as the center.
On both sides of the valley, the towering precipice that had stood for ten thousand years finally collapsed. Gravel rolled and the entire Valley was completely buried.
In the sky, a mushroom-shaped smoke cloud slowly rose, covering the clouds and the sun, plunging the whole world into darkness.
Ling Chuxi had never thought that the final blow would end up like this. She felt a sharp pain in her chest and her internal organs seemed to have been shattered. Her entire sea of Qi was empty and her eyes were so heavy that she could barely open them.
Vaguely, Ling Chuxi seemed to feel a trace of light. Then, her body became light, but she was drawn into the light.
In his mind, the only thing he could remember was Ming yewu's eyes, which were filled with killing intent, and Ming cangye's angry roar. There seemed to be a faint smile on the lips of the Cang Yuan sword.
Then, everything went black.
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When Ling Chuxi woke up, she felt weak all over and her head was dizzy. However, there was a soft and wet feeling on her face. She opened her eyes with great difficulty and saw little meatball licking her face anxiously in an attempt to wake her up.
"Meatball?" Ling Chuxi managed to squeeze out a few words with great difficulty but was shocked by her own hoarse voice. She slowly sat up and focused on her body's condition. Terrible, extremely terrible. Her current situation was really terrible. His meridians were damaged, his cultivation had greatly declined, and his internal injuries were not light. However, Ling Chuxi was not too worried after the examination. These injuries were not a big deal and could be cured. He just needed time and pills.
Ling Chuxi stretched out her hand to touch the porcelain bottles of healing pills in her pocket. In the end, she realized that there was not a single bottle left. It seemed that she had lost all of them. Instead, he took out the unconscious Xiaohong from his pocket.
Ling Chuxi frowned as she looked at little red in her palm. She carefully examined it and found that it had fainted and was not seriously injured. Only then did she feel relieved.
Where was this place? Ling Chuxi placed Xiao Hong back into her pocket before turning around to look at her surroundings. Everything was unfamiliar. There were ancient trees that reached the sky, and the surrounding unknown flowers and plants were lush and dense. Didn't the entire Valley get destroyed by the last attack? Could it be a dream?
