No one can stop me?

Ling Chuxi's chest felt sluggish. She was actually forced to retreat by the flame-like airflow. In the face of absolute strength, any technique or comprehension was useless.

It was like a three-year-old child. No matter how many exquisite sword skills he had, he didn't have much strength. He still didn't have the slightest power to resist a strong man holding a big knife.

Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and struck out with her sword.

He used the grey abyss sword technique again.

This sword looked so ordinary and there was almost no sharpness, but ye Xuanfu's eyes narrowed.

Only someone like him, who had been immersed in the way of the sword all his life, would discover that this seemingly ordinary sword contained endless changes, even secretly conforming to the heavenly Dao.

A bright silver light suddenly shot out from the Luo Chen sword. The powerful sword power was actually not much weaker than Meng Luo 's.