Ninth-level fairy

Feeling the sword aura coming from the divine sword Chengying, the magic sword Xuehong in Baizhi's hand made a slight sword ringing sound.

Just as the huge body of the yellow bird fell.

Bai Zhi suddenly flew out, her body almost turning into a purple light.

The timing of this sword strike was just right.

Du Fang's soul was hesitating and wavering.

The fairy's flower soul was constantly intertwined with his soul. On one face, the appearance of man and woman kept changing.

He covered his face in pain, and suddenly, a sharp pain came from behind.

Bai Zhi grinned fiercely and stabbed him through with a sword.

With a kick, Du Fang's body fell directly from the distant sky.

The two spiritual consciousnesses in his mind were still constantly intertwining.

The sneak attack was successful, and Bai Zhi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

At the same time, sixteen figures flew over from the sky. They were none other than the sword-wielding elders of the Longyuan Sword Sect. Bai Zhi directly sacrificed the Nine-Eyed Star Sea Pearl and shouted sternly:

"Sacrifice the net and close the formation!"

The red umbrella was raised again, and this time, the yellow bird had no power to resist!

The red network was blessed by the imperial weapon, and nine blue sword beams disappeared from the sky and fell directly around the yellow bird, nailing him to death completely.

The yellow bird's entire body began to shrink, and suddenly the yellow light disappeared, and its body was sucked into the Nine-Eyed Star Sea Bead. Bai Zhi held the bead in her hand and laughed wildly.

A plan that has lasted for nearly a thousand years is about to be completed in her hands.

She will completely become the respected one in this world, replacing Changying of the Great Pillar State, and become the guardian of this world, Nancang Zhuzhou.

Reaching the ninth level is just one step away.

The law that has never been broken in ten thousand years will appear in her hands.

She will become the youngest swordsman who reaches the ninth realm the fastest after the shattering of the prehistoric world and breaks through the realm.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As the laughter died down, she looked sternly at the place where Du Fang fell. In the hands of the immortal body was the ninth-level magic weapon she had always dreamed of.

And there is the fairy power that she has always coveted.

However, at this moment, a gray robe carried Du Fang's body, and it flew away at such a speed that it almost turned into an arrow. It was the Qinghe Master who caught Du Fang's body.

Seeing that they had killed two birds with one stone today and the duck in their hand was about to fly away, Bai Zhi shouted angrily:

"Old monk, you don't know what's good for you! How dare you steal my Long Yuan's things!"

Her greed made the murderous intent on her sword even fiercer and stronger.

Bai Zhi rose up in purple clothes and directly pushed her sword skills to the peak of the eighth realm to the extreme.

On the top of Longqi City, a sword beam with purple mixed with red light suddenly appeared, as vast as a pillar of heaven.

Bai Zhi's moves were the most fierce, the sword rhythm that the Queen Qinghua of Longyuan Sword School was most proud of—

——The Art of Flying Immortal!

The sword spirit on the Blood Rainbow Demon Sword was directly summoned.

As Du Fang and the old monk were running away at high speed, they immediately felt the strong pressure.

His body suddenly stopped, he turned around, and faced the flying sword spirit head-on. Suddenly, he pushed the old monk far away and said:

"Master, go first! Leave me alone!"

The old monk's body flew out involuntarily.

Bai Zhi's sword was intended to chopped his immortal body into ashes.

A blood-red aura covered Du Fang's eyes, his eyes turned blood red, and his entire face turned black and red.

He bit the tip of his tongue and directly sacrificed the soul blood from his brow.

The black shadow was completely infused with soul blood, as if the breath of an ancient demon god was awakened.

The black sword light pierced through the flying sword spirit.

There seemed to be a slight tearing sound in the space above the entire valley.

Immediately, a huge cracking sound like a yellow bell was heard in the eardrums of everyone standing a thousand feet away.

Du Fang vaguely felt that this white sword spirit was directly summoned by the Feixian Jue, piercing through his body and directly tearing his soul apart.

The pain in his head that almost exploded made him drop the sword in agony and bang his head against the stone.

Waves of black blood gushed out from the seven orifices.

Suddenly, Du Fang saw a little ash coming out of his nostrils.

Bai Zhi's sword directly chopped his internal organs into ashes.

Three months ago, on the top of Lingxiao Mountain, Uncle Master Xuanzhen was also reduced to ashes.

Du Fang smiled bitterly:

"Am I going to die now? So this is what death is like!" More and more ashes came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a red soul breath surged out from the Shenxi in the mind.

Du Fang immediately felt it, and white light began to appear on Mo Ling's body.

That was the good thought that Empress Qingyao injected into Mo Ling's soul.

The white light surged through his whole body, and immortal blood and energy continuously emerged from the black divine body. He was completely buried in the red blood mist.

At this moment, another sword came.

Bai Zhiyuan was in the air, swinging a sword with an aura that almost had the aura of the Ninth Realm.

With this sword, this world will cease to exist.

Du Fang's body suddenly tilted and he was taken out by Master Qinghe.

They were already at the edge of the river valley. The old monk's movements were incredibly fast, carrying Du Fang with him until they were almost out of the range of the three thousand sword beams.

In the end, he was affected.

Master Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood and fell out with Du Fang's body.

However, the old monk immediately wiped off the blood and continued to carry Du Fang's body away.

He held on to his last breath of blood and flew away with Du Fang.

Bai Zhi's face was grim as she looked at the two people who had already escaped. She stretched out her hand and grasped Du Fang's Chengying Sword in her hand.

Feel the rich and ancient atmosphere.

Bai Zhi's mood finally improved.

She has already obtained the ninth-level divine weapon.

She also already holds the blood of the ancient mythical beast in her hands.

The only shortcoming was that the immortal spirit escaped. Bai Zhi gritted her teeth and hated herself for being so soft-hearted and letting the old monk go.

Bai Zhi cursed:

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't been kind-hearted, things wouldn't have turned out like this today!"

Suddenly, a gentle female voice emerged from the bottom of my heart:

"You've got all these things, and you almost killed him. What else can you be dissatisfied with?"

The voice was extremely gentle, and it was actually Li Qingshuang's voice.

Bai Zhi snorted coldly and looked at the millions of citizens who were looking up at her.

The Longyuan Sword Sect has gone through three generations and finally achieved success today.

Time has finally come to an end. It is impossible for everything to go as one wishes. Thinking of this, he felt in a good mood and held the Glazed Star Sea Pearl tightly in his hand.

Standing high in the sky, he shouted to the thousands of Long Yuan disciples:

"Closing the formation, returning to the sect!"

The Longyuan disciples took off, and thousands of sword beams followed one after another, like a long river, shining with starlight, flying towards the Longyuan Sacred Mountain.

When Du Fang woke up, he was in a cave.

Next to him was a bag of vegetables, rice, millet, and many medicinal herbs.

He opened his eyes blankly, looked at the cave in front of him, and suddenly remembered -