Condensing the battle qi at one point is not difficult for the masters of the Great Perfection realm, but condensing it at the fingertips, not everyone can do it, and even if they can do it at this critical moment, they may not have such courage. Except for Ling Chuxi's meridian body that had passed through the perverted Nine Heavenly Thunder Quenching Body, how many people could withstand such a highly condensed battle qi full of destructive power, and who had such a control ability?

"Ding", before the fingertips and the tip of the sword touched, there was a crisp sound like the resonance of gold and iron.

A tingling pain came from his fingertips, and Ling Chuxi said, even if this is the case, with flesh and blood alone, he can't resist the opponent's sword, and it is also the strength of the Great Perfection Realm, how can his fingers withstand the fine iron long sword.

However, taking advantage of this moment's delay, Ling Chuxi had already drawn out the long sword with her other hand, and without dodging or dodging, a sword stabbed at the other party's chest, she couldn't hurt a finger, but the other party had to pay the price of her life.

Ling Chuxi has never been a good man and a woman, if she wants to be ruthless, she will be ruthless than anyone else, and she will be even more ruthless to herself.

There was a hint of horror in the other party's eyes, of course, knowing the consequences of this sword, he was also taken aback by Ling Chuxi's ruthlessness, and without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated.

Ling Chuxi wouldn't give him such a chance, and at the same time as the sword stabbed out, his fingertips also clicked. Although the fingers are not harder than a sword, they are a hundred times more flexible than a sword.

"Huh." Ling Chuxi's finger hit the other party's chest, and although it was not fatal, it still made him let out a muffled snort.

The other party knew that Lu Dao must have failed today, his strength was not far from Ling Chuxi, but now he was injured again, and Ling Chuxi's ruthlessness was also greatly beyond his expectations, if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would stay here even for his life, and flew out backwards.

In mid-air, a strange sword light passed through his throat like a startled snake spitting out a letter, and then a dashing and uninhibited figure crossed the sky.

The man wiped his throat, and there was a ho-ho sound in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, just looked at the ethereal figure in disbelief.

With his own strength, even if someone sneaks attack, it is impossible for people to succeed so easily under full vigilance. Who is the other party and what kind of strength is it? He didn't think about this question for long, because soon, his whole body was cold, and his consciousness gradually flew away from his body and became blank.

That figure didn't stay, a strange afterimage swept past the two attacking figures of Ling Yichen and Fu Chengyu like the wind.

The two figures froze, then fell to the ground, losing their lives before they even had time to be surprised or to think.

When it was over, the ethereal figure floated gently to the ground. Ling Chuxi and the others stopped in place, the scene just now was still emerging in front of them, there was no earth-shattering momentum, and there was no killing intent that everything was silent, but several people were shocked in their hearts, if this person's target was them, whether Ling Chuxi or Ling Yichen, they would not have the confidence to block the shadowless and invisible sword, let alone Fu Chengyu.

The figure turned slowly, a faint smile on a freckled sallow face.

"Mu Liufeng!" Ling Chuxi exclaimed in surprise. Although that face was really not good-looking, Ling Chuxi still recognized who this person was at a glance, it was very simple, this mask was made by her.