Ninth-level fairy

He wanted to lure Bai Zhi away to avoid a sword fight that would injure Lingxiao's fellow disciples.

For an eighth-level sword cultivator, it is common for his sword to split the heaven and earth. And most importantly, Du Fang has personally witnessed the power of Chang Qingzi's sword when he tested it.

He didn't know if he would become like that after stimulating all the fairy blood in his body.

Du Fang didn't want to repeat the same mistake, nor did he want to watch himself being defeated in front of Li Qingshuang.

He flew away on his sword without looking back and went straight to Lingxiao Mountain.

Bai Zhi chuckled, glanced at Li Qingshuang, and suddenly gave a ghostly smile.

Li Qingshuang was shocked, fearing that this female devil would cause trouble for her, but there was no follow-up. Bai Zhi just smiled at her.

Followed Du Fang to Lingxiao Mountain.

Li Qingshuang watched them go away and suddenly asked, "How did this woman know that the immortal spirit was in Junior Brother Du Fang's body?"

Xuan Ji sighed deeply, "Ever since you entered Jianmen, some of Lingxiao's disciples have betrayed the sect and joined Longyuan. Naturally, that female devil knew you brought Xianling into Jianmen. The look she gave you just now probably showed that she harbored ill intentions!"

Li Qingshuang nodded and said, "Uncle Master, you stay here. I'll go and help Junior Brother Du Fang!"

"and many more!"

"what!"

Li Qingshuang thought Xuanji would hold her back.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ji's face lit up with passion, and he spoke loudly, "Ling Xiao disciples, we live and die together. We have never allowed Du Fang to fight and bleed on the mountaintop, while we are hiding here like turtles. At least, the Qingliu Thirteen Sword Formation is still somewhat useful!"

"The remaining disciples are all brave men. Those who want to go! Follow me back to the mountain!"

"Go back to the mountain! Go back to the mountain!"

All the white-robed disciples had resolute eyes and raised their flying swords.

Xuanji flicked his robe sleeves and went straight up to Lingxiao.

All the remaining disciples followed suit and mounted their magic swords. Dozens of sword beams drew a beautiful arc in the night sky, and they headed towards Yunhai Square with a heroic look.

Li Qingshuang showed gratitude in his eyes and followed.

At this time, on the top of Lingxiao Mountain, Du Fang knew that Li Qingshuang would follow, so he drew a blood-red light curtain above Yunhai Square, directly isolating them outside.

As soon as Xuan Ji reached the top of the mountain, he was blocked outside by the blood-colored light curtain.

He was extremely worried as he watched Du Fang and Bai Zhi standing on the sword fighting stage.

This light curtain is composed of the blood and energy of immortals, and it is impossible to enter.

Bai Zhi stood at the corner of the sword-fighting arena, looking at a group of Lingxiao disciples in the distance, snorted softly, and said:

"I only want your immortal blood. If you voluntarily hand it over, I will find you a body and you can become a disciple of the Second Realm again. I will never harm Lingxiao and his people! In the future, Lingxiao will be under the protection of Longyuan. I guarantee that no one will dare to kill Lingxiao's disciples!"

Du Fang looked at her coldly: "Have you finished talking nonsense?"

Bai Zhi smiled gently, as beautiful as a peach, "You are still as rude as before!"

"If I destroyed you, Long Yuan, and killed your entire family, and we were swapping places, your tone towards me wouldn't be any better!"

Du Fang laughed coldly and said, "Also, the way you stared at the immortal blood with such greed was too ugly. Look at your face, it was as ferocious as a beast."

Bai Zhi's expression suddenly changed. She had always been proud of her beauty, and no one had ever dared to say the word "ugly" in front of her. But today, she heard this most unpleasant word from this young man.

She bit her lip and said angrily, "Today I will kill you, drain your blood, grind your bones into ashes, and turn the woman you love into a vase beauty exactly like your father!"

Father!

"Do you know what happened to my father?" Du Fang was a little surprised.

"Of course, your father's vase is still in my Longyuan Sword Pavilion. Do you want to go and see it?"

A surge of intense anger suddenly rose in Du Fang's heart. When he was nine years old, his father was taken away by an evil cultivator. He and his eldest brother watched with their own eyes as the Taoist priest in gray turned his father's corpse into a vase.

At that time, he was being pulled desperately by his elder brother.

In order to seek revenge, he developed the desire to practice Taoism and went to Lingxiao Mountain to learn swordsmanship, just to find the Taoist priest in gray clothes whose face was covered with a thick fog and could not be seen clearly.

But after so many years, he went down the mountain countless times to inquire and fought against the evil cultivators, but he never saw that person again.

But now, I heard news about my father from Baizhi again.

How could he not be angry, even though he knew that Bai Zhi was deliberately provoking him.

But I just can't swallow this anger.

"Draw out your sword!"

Du Fang roared wildly, and the Chengying in his hand seemed to have heard his call. A ray of extremely black light rushed out from the sword-fighting stage and rose from the night. As the black sword light rose, the sound of the wind above the sky suddenly stopped.

Du Fang shouted:

"No one come over here. If anyone comes over here, I will kill him!"

A hint of red suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his face began to become charming.

Bai Zhi floated up and said sarcastically:

"You say I'm ugly, but look at your androgynous appearance. Do you still have a trace of manliness?"

Du Fang didn't say anything, and the tip of Chengying's black sword pointed to the sky.

A surge of rich immortal blood and energy gushed out from his body, as thick as a bucket, directly bridging the distance between heaven and earth.

A black sword of energy carrying peerless immortal power continued to grow stronger, looking down upon the top of Lingxiao Mountain, almost invincible.

The magic sword carries the shadow!

This divine sword from the ancient times finally exuded a terrifying murderous intent.

Xuanji and Li Qingshuang stood far away, remembering the horrific scene of Changqingzi testing his sword. Their faces were filled with fear, and they immediately shouted:

"Go back!"

The entire Lingxiao Mountain was completely shrouded in the murderous intent of the sword.

Bai Zhi looked at the black blade with nine blood grooves on the sword's spine, and suddenly her eyes glowed red. Is this the ninth-rank divine weapon that had been buried in the tomb of the Human Emperor for ten thousand years?

This fierce murderous intent made her even more greedy.

Ninth-order divine weapon, fairy magic power.

These were the things she had dreamed of all her life.

And now, it's all in front of us.

Suddenly, Bai Zhixianxiu's body rose up, a long roar came from her mouth, and the eighth-level sword spirit in her hand was directly released. At the top of Lingxiao Mountain, countless red sharp rays emerged, merging into three red brilliant lights, piercing Du Fang.

Du Fang looked solemn. He followed the steps of cultivating the spiritual power in the coffin, mobilized the surging blood in his body, and swung out a light sword.

The sword was swung out, and three red lights suddenly disappeared.

Bai Zhi's wrist suddenly began to tremble, and she looked at the sword in her hand.

Xuehong felt as if he had seen the emperor among weapons. The vast sword power frightened Xuehong so much that he trembled.

At this moment, the Chengying in Du Fang's hand represents the ninth-level magic weapon of fairy magic.

At the same time, a slight sword sound was heard.

Bai Zhi's expression changed. Before the opponent could make a move, he swung his sword lightly, which frightened her sword spirit so much that it made her feel timid. She was not afraid, but her eyes were full of fanatical envy.

At this moment, she was on the sword, and her attack was the most ruthless, the most devastating, and the ultimate sword secret:

Qinghua Jiemie—behead!