A miracle was born.

Once again, they widened their eyes and looked at the blue cloud Peak. Everyone was stunned. Their mouths were wide open, but no sound came out.

On the mountain peak, Shangguan zhenhe's figure had already disappeared. Ling Chuxi's figure as she half-knelt on the ground with her sword in her hand appeared so lonely and lonely, but no one dared to look at her directly.

She had won. Ling Chuxi had actually won. Since Shangguan zhenhe had disappeared, he must have been completely obliterated by the terrifying power just now.

This was what everyone had expected, but no one dared to believe the result.

Shangguan wuyou had already taken a step forward, but after only two steps, he suddenly stopped, his face looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"Shangguan zhenhe is dead and Ling Chuxi actually won. How is this possible? how is this possible?" Shangguan wuyou murmured to himself, and his eyes were full of frustration. Beside him, Shangguan Yunxiao's face was also dark.