Ninth-level fairy

Lu Wushuang praised: "The immortal spirit is so bold, the Lingxiao Sword Sect really has a secret method and has already refined the immortal spirit!"

Du Fang's body had turned into a black light, rushing into the sky like a meteor arrow, and everyone looked at each other in shock.

"Ran?"

"The fairy ran away?"

Xuan Ji suddenly shouted, "Sword Formation!"

Fifty disciples immediately stood in four directions, with the black swords in their hands pointing upwards.

At the same time, a black sword beam pierced down from the sky, piercing directly above Lu Wushuang and Chen Luo's heads. The might of this sword, before it even touched them, had already brought out the sound of wind and thunder.

Chen Luo stared coldly at the sword light that fell from the sky, and suddenly said:

"Brother Lu, please lend me the power of your sword and send me up!"

"it is good!"

As the lord of Wushuang City, Lu Wushuang had extraordinary skills in swordsmanship. With a flick of his sword, he threw Chen Luo from bottom to top and into the night sky.

At the same time he said:

"Be careful of the power of the immortal spirit, Brother Luo, sacrifice the axe!"

Chen Luo sneered, "No need. I'm just a low-level disciple, not a great immortal, so I don't need it at all!" He stretched out his hand to the sky and grabbed directly at the black sword.

Du Fang pushed the immortal blood to the extreme.

Chen Luo just raised his palm when suddenly, a black light penetrated his palm and pierced into his shoulder.

In an instant, Chen Luo's entire shoulder quickly turned black, his blood and energy thickened, and his entire arm suddenly shriveled and shrank.

Chen Luo was horrified. Even a Divine Cultivator at the Seventh Stage couldn't withstand the might of this young man's sword.

Lu Wushuang watched from below and shouted angrily:

"This is fairy magic power, be careful!" At the same time, he raised his sword. In an instant, golden light was dazzling in the night sky, a huge sword light flew out, and the sound of dragon roar came from the body of his sword.

With one sword, he cut off the arm.

"Thank you!" Looking at the half of his arm that was cut off, Chen Luo's face was full of hatred, and he stared fiercely at Du Fang who fell from the sky.

His body fell far away in Lingxiao's sword formation, and a blood-red aura lingered around him.

Xuan Ji and Li Qingshuang couldn't stop showing excitement on their faces, as did all the Lingxiao disciples.

Many people shouted out: "Big Brother is awesome!"

Cutting off the arm of a seventh-level cultivator with one sword was something that no one in Lingxiao dared to even think about before, but now, Du Fang actually achieved it.

Lu Wushuang stared at Du Fang and said, "I underestimated you before. I didn't expect that you have refined the immortal spirit and infused your body with magic power. Unfortunately, hehe, you are facing two powerful warriors who have reached the seventh level!"

"So what if I'm in the seventh realm? Under my sword, it's no different from killing an ant!"

Du Fang looked proud as he stared at the two people opposite him.

This was the first time since his debut that he spoke to such a powerful swordsman with such confidence.

The surging blood and energy filled his whole body, making him extremely confident.

Chen Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Today, I will make all Lingxiao's disciples be buried with you. You arrogant young man, just wait, Jade Axe!"

A jade axe suddenly appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, the jade-colored light became brighter, and a small jade-colored axe was raised again. The axe was so small, but Chen Luo seemed to have used up all his strength. He gritted his teeth and raised his arm little by little.

Lu Wushuang beside him stopped watching the show. He waved his robe sleeves, squatted in the air, and a stream of clear air from the fairy platform between his eyebrows rushed towards the gradually growing jade axe handle.

The two of them were in the air, rising slowly. The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly surged like a violent storm. At the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, all the air currents converged towards the axe handle.

The vast white mist that emerged under the night sky was like a whale sucking water, and was sucked away by the jade axe in an instant.

From above their heads, a jade-colored axe, almost as big as a mountain, began to take shape, emanating a strong murderous aura that almost completely crushed the dark green light curtain of the Lingxiao Sword Formation.

Xuan Ji suddenly said: "Be careful, this is an eighth-level artifact!"

"Bah!"

The two shouted in unison, and an extremely sharp golden blade of light whizzed down and shot towards the dark green light curtain.

Du Fang suddenly felt that the entire earth and space began to shake, as if a mysterious power that had been buried under this mountain for thousands of years was constantly being awakened.

Xuan Ji shouted loudly:

"Clear Stream Thirteen Sword Formation!"

Under the guidance of the magic sword in Du Fang's hand, the power of Lingxiao's sword formation increased greatly. Above the dark green light curtain, Liuli began to mobilize countless small black swords.

The entire black screen turned blood black.

"cut!"

A huge golden light slashed across the black curtain, and the curtain only rippled twice, remaining unaffected. This kind of power that created the world was almost ineffective under this black curtain.

Xuanji looked strange.

Li Qingshuang's expression was even weirder.

They both knew that Lingxiao's sword formation did not have such power. The sword formation of three thousand disciples that day could not even block Bai Zhi's sword.

Today, two seventh-level masters joined forces, but they couldn't even break through the sword curtain and light curtain.

The two of them looked at the magic sword 'Chengying' in Du Fang's hand at the same time.

The same thought flashed through my mind:

"Is this the power of the Primordial Divine Sword, a ninth-order divine weapon?"

With such a powerful blow, the divine light from the Jade Axe that struck the light curtain flashed for a moment before disappearing. Lu Wushuang and Chen Luo's faces turned pale at the same time.

They looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes was seen by the other.

Lu Wushuang sighed softly and said:

"Lingxiao is a thousand-year-old sect with a profound foundation. Even with our profound cultivation and the support of a divine weapon like the Jade Axe, we still can't break the Qingliu Thirteen Sword Formation!"

Chen Luo seemed to have not heard the words at all. His eyes were fixed on the black sword in Du Fang's hand. His expression suddenly became solemn. After a long moment, he gently pointed forward and said:

"The Lingxiao Sword Formation has begun to counterattack!"

Lu Wushuang's body suddenly shook, and his whole body seemed to be stretched straight.

Above the dark sword formation, I saw sharp sword beams gradually rising. Almost every sword was emitting sharp edges, rising against the sky. This soul-stirring sword energy leaped out with a bang.

Like a giant dragon imprisoned for thousands of years, it summoned the wind and rain, and a huge beam of light shot up into the sky, heading towards the hearts of the two people suspended in the air.

Lu Wushuang was shocked and said, "Sacrifice the divine weapon quickly!"

Chen Luo held the jade-carving axe horizontally in front of him, and the two of them mobilized their blood and energy and attacked the huge and brilliant light head-on.

When the two collided, only a soft devilish laugh was heard, and the black sword of energy that could take people's lives stirred up terrifying and bright flowers in the sky.

The light faded, and two figures, one black and one white, fell down like fallen leaves.

Behind them, the sword's might created a crack in the earth. In the darkness of the night, it was impossible to tell how deep the crack was.

Master Xuanji stared blankly at the crack, his face full of surprise and shock.