However, Ling chuxi secretly sneered. Although she had not recovered her innate yuan qi, she was still in the Heavenly Yuan realm. The difference of one step was like the difference between heaven and earth! With Qing Lingyan’s strength that had barely reached the mid-stage of the true Yuan realm, it would not be that easy to kill her. This crazy woman, this time, it was time for her to settle all the scores.
Just as Ling Chuxi was about to draw her sword, a cloud of green smoke and dust suddenly blew over. A strong strange smell assailed her nostrils, and a figure that was no better than a beggar stood in front of Ling chuxi to block her. One could only tell that this person was not young from his messy hair that was covered in dust.
“It’s poisonous!”Qing Lingyan was slightly shocked, but as a direct disciple of the cold moon palace, this poison could not do anything to her. She held her breath and stabbed her sword at that person.