Ling Chen's gaze fell upon Jiang Yu and his two companions.
"I will give you three a chance, take one strike from me. If you can withstand it, I will spare your lives. If not, you will all die!"
Ling Chen said coldly.
"Alright!"
Joy flashed across the faces of Jiang Yu and his companions.
The three of them together might be able to withstand it.
At this point, Murong Yuehua and the others dared not make a move.
They could only rely on themselves.
"Get ready!"
A flash of light in Ling Chen's hand, and the Red Long Sword disappeared, replaced by a black longsword.
It was the Mystic Sword.
Feeling the aura of the Mystic Sword, and realizing it was not an Emperor Spiritual Weapon.
Jiang Yu and his companions were even more delighted.
"Darkvoid Demon Sword!"
Fusion spiritual power, close to the early level of eight-star emperor, poured into the Mystic Sword.
Seventy-two sword energies burst out.
Then, a three-zhang long dark sword emitting a terrifying aura reappeared.
