Ling Chuxi felt a sharp pain in her mind. It was obvious that the spiritual body of the sword spirit, which had yet to recover, had suffered another round of heavy damage. The opponent's demonic blade now shone with a cold, strange light.
Could their blades actually absorb the spiritual energy of the sword spirit?
Ling Chuxi was shocked. If they kept this up, the sword spirit and sword heart would surely be destroyed soon. Also, because of the Divine Sword Ancient Contract, she too would not have a good end. Thinking about this, Ling Chuxi forcefully raised her True Essence and charged at the man again.
"So eager to throw your life away!" With a sneer, the man raised the long blade above his head and slashed it down fiercely.
The wind created by the blade roared with a dense murderous intent. Mysterious patterns suddenly appeared on the body of the blade, and a curtain of crimson light enveloped it.
