Ninth-level fairy

He had never imagined that the sect's protective sword formation would be so powerful that it could kill two seventh-level sword cultivators with one sword.

There was respect in the look he gave Du Fang.

This incredibly talented young man will definitely be the one who will lead Lingxiao's revival in the future.

Junior Brother Xuanzhen had a sharp eye and was not wrong.

It can be said that misfortune and fortune are interdependent. If Du Fang had not gone down the mountain to seize the immortal spirit and attracted the covetousness of the Longyuan Sword Sect, he might have had to stay in the outer sect for the rest of his life.

The talent was finally buried, and Xuan Ji looked at Li Qingshuang again.

He was glad that he had the foresight to recognize a hero and tied this most outstanding female disciple to Du Fang.

No matter what the future holds, Du Fang will always be Lingxiao's disciple.

at this time--

Lu Wushuang and Chen Luo held hands and leaned against the cliff. Lu Wushuang laughed miserably and was about to speak when a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. He bent over and coughed, almost coughing out his heart and lungs.

Chen Luo next to him was not in much better condition. His face was pale and he was swallowing the blood that was rushing up mouthful by mouthful.

The two men were covered in bright red blood, and the black sword had cut countless wounds on their bodies, which were dripping into the abyss hundreds of feet deep.

The two of them took a deep breath before Lu Wushuang said:

"Such a strong sword energy! The sword light is so domineering! Lingxiao's foundation is so profound that it is unbelievable!"

Chen Luo suddenly chuckled sinisterly and said, "I don't think so!"

Lu Wushuang was surprised and asked, "What?"

"It's not the sword formation that's so powerful, it's the sword in his hand. Didn't you see those nine cracks on the sword's spine? That's a ninth-tier divine weapon, a divine weapon with a sword spirit!"

Lu Wushuang stared at the main sword in the sword formation.

Sure enough, it was just as he said.

In Du Fang's hand, nine golden cracks were engraved on the blade of the 'Chengying' sword, and the sword energy floating free in the sword formation continued to emanate from the sword body.

Lu Wushuang was stunned.

He saw clearly that the sword was actually feeding back to the sword formation, and the power of the sword formation was not concentrated on the main sword.

Chen Luo had a sharp eye and what he said was indeed correct.

"Let all the disciples come out!"

Chen Luo's face was gloomy, and his body suddenly rose slowly.

A jade-colored light rose into the sky, and with a snap, a crisp sound exploded.

Suddenly, countless rainbow lights flew out from the jungle behind Lingxiao Mountain, covering the sky and flying down from Lingxiao Mountain.

At the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, there were also countless sword beams, densely packed, rising from the foot of Lingxiao Mountain.

Almost a thousand cultivators immediately surrounded Lingxiao's disciples.

Looking at these almost one thousand cultivators, Xuan Ji and Li Qingshuang both turned pale, and the other disciples' complexions were not much better, with earthy looks.

They had already set up an ambush and were waiting for them here.

These people were dressed in mixed clothes and were probably the independent cultivators supported by Xingluo and Wushuang City.

There are many kinds of weapons, and the levels are arranged from high to low.

Xuanji's face was grim as he said, "It turns out that the people who covet immortal spirits are not limited to the Longyuan Sword Sect!"

Chen Luo roared loudly: "The two of us are here by the order of the Great Emperor, and we are ordered to take the fairy flower. If you know what is good for you today, let this fairy body follow me, and I will let you, Lingxiao, live. Otherwise..."

Du Fang sneered, "Why, do you think you can bully the minority just because you have more people?"

"That's right. You haven't seen the combined power of Wushuang City and Xingluo City. You forced me into this situation today. I will refine your immortal body into a human elixir in the Great Emperor's alchemy furnace, letting your soul be roasted by the flames for the rest of your life..."

Chen Luo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred:

"Even if I have to sacrifice the elites of two cities, I must get this fairy spirit today!" His face was gloomy, his body rose up, and suddenly he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, all of which sprayed onto the jade axe.

The edge of the axe blade originally shone with a faint golden hue, but at this moment, it suddenly became shrouded in a faint red.

Chen Luo sneered:

"Do you think you're the only one with immortal blood? Try the blood refining technique of Starfall City!"

As soon as the four words "Blood Refining Technique" came out.

Xuan Ji's face suddenly turned pale, and he cursed, "This is a fucking evil killing technique! Get out of here!"

Just pulled Du Fang up.

Du Fang remained motionless, staring at Lingxiao Mountain, then at Li Qingshuang:

"Where to go? Where else can we Lingxiao go? All of Zhongze Province has been locked down by the Longyuan Sword Sect. We can't get out! Today we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

Du Fang released the immortal blood and energy. In an instant, the darkness between the sword formations expanded dozens of times, completely enveloping all of Lingxiao's disciples.

The Chengying in his hand even made a cheerful sword sound.

It seems like I've found something I like.

However, at this moment, the jade-carving axe in Chen Luo's hand gradually grew larger as he continued to rise, and a tiny blood-red light came out from nowhere.

Merged into the artifact in his hand.

Lu Wushuang seemed to have finally realized it, his face turned pale, and he suddenly screamed:

"Brother Luo, don't! This kind of...killing technique—you absolutely cannot use it!"

Chen Luo sneered at him and said coldly, "Why are you panicking? When the Great Emperor Changsheng came out, he said that even if it meant sacrificing the elites of the two factions, he had to bring back this immortal power!"

Lu Wushuang was trembling all over, his face pale, and he murmured in disbelief:

"How could it be? How could it be!"

Looking up, I stared at the jade-carving axe that was rising higher and higher, still flying out of the thousand-foot cliff.

The despair in his eyes grew stronger.

At this time, at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, more than a thousand monks stood in the air, densely surrounding the black curtain.

On these people's clothes or weapons, the words "Unparalleled" and "Starfall" are either embroidered or engraved.

Obviously, these are the elites from the two cities.

They don't even know what the art of blood refining is.

Waiting for the blood-red light of the Jade Carving Axe to crack and pierce the dark sky. Suddenly, the faces of all the monks suddenly changed color at the same time.

Above the night sky, waves of crazy and beast-like laughter swept across the area.

Du Fang concentrated his mind, gathered the immortal blood on the sword, and waited for the earth-shattering blow.

No one expected that the direction of the jade axe was not the dark curtain covering the disciples of Lingxiao, but it was aimed at its own people, cutting through the piles of cultivators.

A large amount of blood suddenly burst out from the crowd of people scattered in the sky.

The blood flowers merged into thin blood gas, lingering in the sky, and then merged into the huge axe handle in the sky.

Finally, someone understood that the so-called blood refining technique was actually operating on one's own people.

Condensing blood and qi.

The monks' formation suddenly became chaotic and they began to flee in panic.

No one understood why their city lord swung his sword to kill them. This city lord, who was usually revered as a god, now looked like a madman!

One axe, one axe, swing down.

Every swing of the axe would cause the death of a large number of monks.