Ninth-level fairy

"Your senior sister?"

Just as the Mirror Monster was wondering, there suddenly came a sharp sound of a sword breaking through the air from far above the water.

The whistling sound of the sword was so sharp that it even caused the water to roar.

Du Fang looked at the lake blankly.

In his sight, under the rippling green waves, Li Qingshuang was controlling the purple fairy sword, with flowing light swaying behind him, gliding across the water.

She is full of fairy air, like a fairy on the water, without a speck of dust on her.

On a very bright and beautiful face, there are two curved emerald green willow-leaf eyebrows and a round and straight nose under long eyelashes.

For the first time, Du Fang felt that there could be such a beautiful woman in the world. Even the paintings of beautiful women by famous artists could not capture her charm and beauty at that moment.

Her delicate chin was slightly tilted upwards, and her face showed an expression of pride and disdain.

But her eyes had lost a bit of their luster.

When Du Fang saw Li Qingshuang riding a flying sword to save him like the Queen Mother of the West, his heart began to beat wildly, his face flushed, and his eyes were filled with fascination and admiration.

Is this the beauty saving the hero?

Du Fang finally understood the feeling in plays and books when the protagonist is in desperate situation and his beloved descends from the sky on a cloud and rescues him from the water and fire.

It’s so wonderful and so happy.

It’s no wonder that such a talented and beautiful lady at such a young age is pursued by Lingxiao’s three thousand disciples.

He had been worried before, knowing that this woman was not his. He was indifferent to her beauty, but now his mood was different.

Du Fang closed his eyes and began to imagine in his mind that he was holding her slender waist with both hands and flying on his sword under the starry sky.

The whistling sound faded away.

Suddenly, a very discordant voice came from my ear: "Kill her!"

When Du Fang opened his eyes, he saw the Yuheng sword in Li Qingshuang's hand suddenly rise up, and with one sword, he cut Miss Ruyu into two halves from head to toe.

This scene is too bloody and too weird.

It was a beautiful fantasy scene just now, but now it is a scene of bloody massacre.

"Senior Sister, I'm here! Help me!" Du Fang called out urgently. However, Li Qingshuang seemed to have heard nothing, not even turning her head, let alone her body.

Du Fang thought that his dear senior sister didn't hear him, and was about to call out again, but suddenly, he was stunned and shocked.

Li Qingshuang killed Ruyu, wiped off the blood, and put away the sword.

A pair of purple veils knelt on the ground, and bowed to the bald old man with a clear voice:

"Owner!"

In an instant, Du Fang felt dizzy, darkness spread before his eyes, and the stars began to circle. "Master" "Master" is such a hateful word. How many goddesses in people's hearts call this monster the master.

What he hated even more was that the scene before him shattered all his fantasies.

Like Ruyu, Li Qingshuang had lost her mind to the mirror demon and worshipped him as her master.

"Very good, you passed my test. This old woman was unfaithful to me, and death is her end!"

"Do you know this person?" The Mirror Demon pointed at Du Fang.

"know!"

"Who is he?"

"He is an outer disciple of my Lingxiao Sword Sect, and a sword cultivator of the second level!" Li Qingshuang replied dully like a machine.

"Very good, you really remember it clearly. You are truly a piece of unpolished jade. Once I forge it well, you will be the sharpest sword in my hand!"

"Kill him!" shouted the Mirror Demon.

Li Qingshuang picked up the sword and walked in front of Du Fang.

Du Fang couldn't believe it at all. This was still his beautiful senior sister. He choked up and cried out, "Senior sister, wake up! This monster is lying to you!"

"killed!"

A purple light flashed by, and Du Fang felt a chill in his heart. The tip of the sword brushed against his lung and went straight through. It didn't hurt much when the sword pierced in, just a chill.

When it was pulled out, it felt as if all the internal organs in the body were pulled out by the tip of the sword.

Blood began to spurt out, and Du Fang felt his body slowly getting colder. When he fell, he clearly heard a "bang" next to his ear.

That was the sound of my body falling on the beach.

Is this the end of my life? I lived for seventeen years, but died at the hands of my own senior sister.

But this beautiful woman had only met him for three days.

The sound of footsteps came from afar, and Du Fang knew that the mirror monster had left with his proud masterpiece. He had subdued a real slave.

The night was cold, and Du Fang fainted completely with a bitter smile on his face.

A purple light slowly rose, and the mouse with purple eyes crawled out of Du Fang's arms, gently licking his face, as if mourning the death of its friend.

The stars fade away and the morning sun comes.

Dusk gradually filled the entire world.

The setting sun is setting in the west, and the sky is filled with purple clouds.

The setting sun dyed the sand into the most beautiful color in the world, and also dragged the swordsman's long shadow in the sand.

When Du Fang opened his eyes, he only saw the back of a man in green clothes. He was leaning on a sword with his left hand and taking off a wine jug with his right hand. He tilted his head back and drank for a long time in the sunset.

His shadow was lonely and thin.

When he turned his head, Du Fang suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

For the first time, Du Fang saw the pitiful pain in a middle-aged man.

The wine flowed down his face, passed through his light stubble, flowed into his ragged blue shirt, and dripped into the yellow sand.

He thrust his sword back with a sorrowful look. His shadow was lonely, his eyes even lonelier. Those desolate eyes seemed empty, yet seemed to hold the world's untold sorrow. He turned around, looking at his frail shadow, and couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

Then he forced a smile and looked at Du Fang: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah!" Du Fang nodded. He didn't know when he found that his body was no longer in pain while he was lying on the yellow sand.

Next to him was a skinny yellow horse with protruding ribs on its abdomen, as if it had not eaten a full meal for many years.

"You saved me?" Du Fang sat up and undressed.

The holes from the sword were still there, but the wounds seemed to have never been there, and there was not a single scar on the skin over his heart.

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Slow down. That sword pierced your lung. He must have held back. Otherwise, you would have been dead by the time I passed by."

"What's your name, sir?" Du Fang intended to remember the name of his benefactor.

"Sir? It's been a while since anyone called me that!" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly. "What about you, young man? What's your name?"

"My name is Du Fang, Mu Tu Du, Fang as in upright, and I'm an outer disciple of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect!"

"Du Fang, Lingxiao Sect? Never heard of it!"

His expression was calm, not at all fake.

Lingxiao Sword Sect is one of the most powerful sects in the entire Zhongze Province, but this middle-aged man has never heard of it.

Du Fang immediately asked:

"Sir, but you are coming from far away?"

"I came from the northern border sea and passed by here!"

When Du Fang heard the word "Jinghai", he suddenly stopped talking. In the impression of ordinary people, Jinghai is beautiful, vast and boundless, but in the impression of people who practice Taoism, it is strange.

That is the place where ghosts, monsters, spirits and all kinds of evil things gather. If you pick out any big monster from there and put it in Zhongzezhou, it will be a top existence that can suppress a big sect.

And this middle-aged man actually came from there.