Ninth-level fairy

This kind of killing among enemies made Xuanji and Lingxiao disciples feel chilled.

Li Qingshuang glanced at Du Fang and said softly:

"like!"

Yes, this is indeed very similar to the practice of refining millions of dead souls as spirit objects in the Tomb of the Human Emperor.

The only difference is that the magic weapon in Chen Luo's hand mainly absorbs blood and energy, while the spirit of the weapon is mainly refined by the human soul.

Does the Great Emperor Changsheng really know the secrets of the prehistoric times just like the Human Emperor?

At this time, Lu Wushuang had covered his eyes in despair, not daring to look at the tragic scene outside.

He didn't dare to stop it, nor did he have the ability to stop it.

The Fairy Flower was wanted by the Great Emperor Changsheng, and he personally gave it to Chen Luo. He had neither the ability nor the courage to resist this top-notch eighth-level artifact.

If they can't take the fairy flower with them, both of them will die.

And he died in a very miserable way.

Chen Luo is ruthless and cruel, and the Emperor Changsheng is very good at judging people, so he also handed the artifact into his hands.

Forced into a desperate situation by Du Fang and with one of his arms broken, Chen Luo had already become a madman.

Du Fang stared blankly, seemingly forgetting that he really wanted to raise his sword and kill the madman with one blow, but the rich blood energy enveloped the entire darkness.

Can't move at all.

Once it is moved, the dark curtain will be invaded by blood and energy, and all Lingxiao disciples will end up like the cultivators outside.

The jade axe chopped it into blood flowers, which exploded in the night sky.

The sword formation can protect Lingxiao's disciples, at least that's the current situation.

At this time, outside the darkness, the monks who were fleeing in panic were shrouded in a ray of blood-red light at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain. They had nowhere to escape, and many of them cried out in despair before dying.

Someone roared in the night sky:

"The city lord has gone mad and is completely possessed by the devil!"

There were also elite monks who were unwilling to die in humiliation. They formed a sword formation and attacked Chen Luo who was standing in the air. Unfortunately, the monk with the strength of an ant was instantly drained of his blood and energy by the Jade Axe.

Chen Luo laughed wildly, not caring at all about the pleas and cries of the disciples he brought with him.

At this moment, a cold, indifferent female voice came from the sky above:

"Xingluo City Lord, you are considered a top figure and always consider yourself a righteous sect. Yet today, you are wantonly slaughtering your own disciples on the territory of my Longyuan Sword Sect?"

A woman in white, pure and unparalleled, stood far away in the clouds above the sky.

In his hand was a red sword flashing with light.

It’s Bai Zhi, the leader of Longyuan Sword Sect - Bai Zhi.

They fought here and finally attracted the Lord of Longyuan.

Du Fang stared at her figure, and before his eyes came the scene where the blood of Lingxiao disciples splattered on Cangshan Mountain and his relatives were nailed to the ground.

He wanted to go up, but he couldn't move.

The jade-carving axe in Chen Luo's hand was still absorbing blood and energy. Below him were two seventh-level cultivators, and Bai Zhi was even more unfathomable. If, as Chang Qingzi said, she had really entered the eighth level, then today...

Suddenly, Bai Zhi swung down and slashed out a red sword curtain.

This sword curtain cut off the jade axe and all the blood and energy covering the monk's head with one sword.

Many monks from the two cities who had escaped danger bowed down in mid-air.

He shouted, "Thank you, Fairy Longyuan, for the sword!"

Bai Zhi didn't care at all. She glanced at Chen Luo, who was holding the jade axe, and said calmly, "If you don't leave now, all of you ants will turn into a cloud of blood mist and scatter at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain."

At this time, the only few hundred people left have already understood that a world-destroying war for the fairyland will break out here.

Their cultivation was low, and if they stayed here they would be trampled upon by others. Many of them looked back at Chen Luo and Lu Wushuang with hatred when they left.

The cultivators of Wushuang City hated their own city lord for not taking action and allowing his people to be slaughtered by the Jade Axe without doing anything. The cultivators of Xingluo City hated Chen Luo even more for killing people indiscriminately without any regard for their friendship with Japan.

Lu Wushuang showed a look of shame on his face as he watched them go away.

Bai Zhi glanced at Du Fang, then at Li Qingshuang, and then turned to Lu Wushuang:

"Are you staying here because you're thinking about this fairy flower?"

Lu Wushuang snorted coldly, "So what if you want it, so what if you don't want it, is this fairy planted by your family?"

Both of them are in the seventh realm, and the Lord of Longyuan is also in the seventh realm. In terms of strength, he is not inferior at all.

Bai Zhi raised her slender neck and said proudly:

"This immortal spirit grew within the boundaries of my Longyuan Sword Sect. It belongs to me. Any sword cultivator from other states who dares to covet it will die..."

Lu Wushuang said sternly, "Bai Zhi, you are also a master who has reached the seventh level. I have an eighth-level artifact given by the Emperor Changsheng. In this sword fight, I may not lose to you..."

Bai Zhi looked at him and suddenly smiled:

"Eternal Emperor? Oh, that old man from the East, right? Ever since the Nine Divine Continents shattered into pieces, there hasn't been any emperor. Daring to call yourself an emperor just by reaching the Ninth Realm? Such an emperor is too worthless!"

"No wonder he dared to come to Longyuan's territory and act wildly. Is he relying on his weapon to seize the immortal spirit? Go back and tell old Dongfang that he shouldn't think that the immortal spirit body can live forever. Even if it can, it is not something he can covet!"

Chen Luo's eyes were bloodshot. He slowly raised the jade axe that had been soaked with blood and said angrily:

"Don't talk nonsense. The Blood Rainbow in your hand is a divine weapon, and so is mine. Moreover, my blood vessels are full right now. With the strength of the two of us, killing a seventh-level swordsman like you is as easy as beheading an ant!"

Bai Zhi smiled gently:

"Oh, really? Why don't you come up and try it?"

Bai Zhi stood proudly in the clouds, gently wiped the red sword in her hand, took out an unknown blood-colored bead, and gently embedded it on the hilt of Longyuan Sword.

When Lu Wushuang saw it, his face suddenly lost all color.

Chen Luo sneered, "A seventh-level swordsman dares to be so arrogant! Beware of the axe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the jade axe in his hand. The edge of the pale axe blade faintly flashed with a rich blood-red color. He stood under the axe handle, as small as an ant, and turned into a ray of blood light, moving towards Bai Zhi.

Lu Wushuang suddenly cried out shrilly:

"No, come back!"

Bai Zhi didn't even raise her face, but just waved it lightly. The movement was as light as drawing her own eyebrows, elegant and gentle, without even the power of the collision of two artifacts. The red sword light suddenly turned into a grid-like smoke screen.

The huge jade-carving axe suddenly turned into a bunch of floc-like fragments and fell from the sky.

Chen Luo's figure, as he pounced forward, was immediately torn into countless bloody strips by the grid-like smoke screen.

Bai Zhi gently waved the 'Blood Rainbow' in her hand again.

The Lord of Xingluo City, a seventh-level swordsman, turned into countless points of light, floating and falling to the ground.

The floc-like fragments of the jade axe also turned into faint blood-red stains, which were blown away in the night wind along with the sword edge.

This scene shocked everyone.

No one said a word, and there was complete silence all around.

Above the night sky, a colorful light curtain dotted with stars began to appear.

This is a classic scene of death and the disappearance of the Tao, returning to heaven.

Not long ago, Li Qingshuang witnessed with his own eyes the death of his master Chang Qingzi, whose body and soul disappeared and turned into the sky.

Xuan Ji pursed his lips tightly and looked at Du Fang.

Du Fang looked solemn and said in a low voice:

"Chang Qingzi is telling the truth. He really did fight against the Lord of Longyuan!"

Du Fang saw the sword clearly, and with just a light swing, the Lord of Xingluo City, a seventh-level swordsman, used the blood-energy condensed by the blood refining magic to carve a jade axe. This was almost a divine weapon that had broken through to the eighth level.

Under Bai Zhi's sword, he didn't even have to use his full strength, just a light swing.

The divine weapon and the bloody body all turned into wind.

Is this the true strength of a swordsman who has reached the eighth level?