"Boom!"
The Sword Qi on the Spiritual Weapon collided first, erupting into a thunderous roar, sweeping waves of air around.
"Ding!"
Next, the two sword Spiritual Weapons clashed, creating a sound of metal striking metal.
However, what horrified Qing Twenty-Nine was that this time, Ling Chen had actually fought him to a draw!
"Not good!"
Qing Twenty-Nine realized it just then and hurriedly retreated explosively backward. Previously, Ling Chen had certainly feigned weakness, and now, he probably fell into the trap.
"Think you can run?"
Ling Chen grinned, and a silver needle like lightning directly pierced into Qing Twenty-Nine's forehead and exited from the back of his head.
"Bang!"
Qing Twenty-Nine's body, due to inertia, continued to retreat several meters backwards, then his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, dead.
"Is the thought-controlled weapon this powerful?"
Ling Chen was also full of shock in his heart.
