Chương 3897: The last strike

"PU." The grey abyss sword light slashed at uncle Liang's body, but it was like cutting a piece of rotten wood. In the blink of an eye, uncle Liang's already fragmented body turned into nothingness, without any power to resist.

Ling Chuxi was stunned. How could this be? this old man had just made a solemn vow and said some ruthless words, but he was actually so vulnerable in a fight.

Before Ling Chuxi could react to what was going on, she saw an illusionary figure pouncing towards her.

Immediately, an invisible pressure swept over. Ling Chuxi instinctively wanted to swing her sword again, but her fingers did not listen to her. It was as if her mind and body had been cut off by that invisible force.

"Divine sense attack!" Ling Chuxi's heart trembled. It was obvious that this was a divine sense attack. It was similar to her sword heart soul-breaking technique, but it was much more powerful than her level nine sword heart soul-breaking technique.