C213 Hellish Death
C213 Hellish Death
Lingchen didn't say anything. With a flick of his sword, he took the lead and charged towards the Patriarch.
A distance of a hundred meters was traversed in a single step.
After staying in the immortal estate for a few years, even though Lingchen didn't specifically learn any sword techniques, he had seen Lingyin and the others use sword techniques. If he saw too much of them, he would use one or two moves.
Snow Moon Flower's Seventy-Two Movement: Moonlight!
Lingchen raised his sword and drew a circle with his sword. His sword flashed like a bright moon. The snow-white light illuminated this place and it was extremely cold.
The sharp sword qi forced the Patriarch to dodge.
"Your sword technique is not bad."
The family head looked at Lingchen from afar with fear and seriousness in his eyes. He could feel that if he didn't dodge in time, he would have been cut in half.
There was actually such a sharp sword technique in this world.
This kid is not simple.
If he didn't use his full strength, he might really fall here.
Lingchen stood still and looked at the Patriarch of Zhao Family. Was there a need for him to say that the sword techniques of the ancient immortal realms were truly used to exterminate evil and protect the dao, as well as to behead powerful enemies. Every move contained boundless killing intent, causing the enemy to tremble in fear.
"Your sword technique is not bad, but don't think that you can become enemies with my Zhao Family just because of this. A thousand years of history is not something you can challenge."
The Zhao Family Patriarch coldly said.
"Start!"
"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"
As his voice fell, the Zhao Family suddenly trembled.
The Zhao Family's large protective array was activated, and one sword after another appeared from the ground, floating in the air and pointing at Lingchen.
"What happened?"
An ancient voice suddenly came from the depths.
"Patriarch."
The Patriarch of Zhao Family suddenly became respectful, welcoming the appearance of a figure.
It was an old man with a white robe and a white beard. He had the aura of a Dao.
Nascent Infant realm!
Lingchen's expression turned serious.
"A genius who is our enemy will come and destroy our Zhao Family." The Patriarch of Zhao Family lowered his head and said. He emphasized the words "genius who is our enemy", meaning that Lingchen definitely could not stay. He must die here.
"Since you have made my Zhao Family your enemy, then let's kill you."
The old man waved his hand and said indifferently, as if he wanted to kill an ant.
"To be able to die under the great formation in the Zhao Family is also your honor."
The Patriarch of Zhao Family sneered, and then, he waved his hand fiercely.
The tens of thousands of swords trembled and shot towards Lingchen, wanting to pierce through him.
Lingchen looked at the sky full of swords with a calm expression. He was, after all, half a disciple of the Immortal Cultivation Stage, playing with his flying sword in front of the Immortal Cultivation Stage and asking to be humiliated.
"Kill me? You're not qualified."
he said.
Heaven and Earth were destroyed, sword number 23!
As the sound of his voice faded, time seemed to come to a standstill. The hundreds and thousands of swords froze in the air, unable to move at all.
The others couldn't move either.
Whether it was the Patriarch of the Zhao Family or the Patriarch of the Zhao Family, both could only stare wide-eyed as Lingchen approached step by step in shock.
The blue sword in Lingchen's hand glinted with a cold light, which made their hearts beat faster.
The feeling of death!
They wanted to struggle free, but they were shocked to discover that they had no strength to move. This was not a forced self-control, but rather a self-control that could freeze time. Even if they had all the strength in their bodies, they still wouldn't be able to resist.
Fear ….
Suddenly, it filled their hearts.
Lingchen walked over step by step as if he was the god of death from hell.