Kapitel 4292: You want your face to the death, but you'll suffer for it.

Ling Chuxi knew that the other party was going to show his true strength this time. However, under that strong fighting intent, she only felt her blood boiling and did not feel the slightest bit of fear.

"Seven Swords of the abyss, the third move!" Ling Chuxi did not retreat but advanced instead, once again taking the initiative to attack for the third time.

"BOOM!" The two swords collided with an earth-shaking sound. Even the spirit vein trembled slightly.

This time, Ling Chuxi was forced to retreat several hundred feet before she could stabilize herself. A bloody wound had also been cut on her leg by the strong wind current.