Ninth-level fairy

The sword that pierced Du Fang's lung last night, but he did not have any hatred towards Li Qingshuang in his heart. In his heart, his senior sister was still the beautiful woman, but she had lost her mind because of the mirror demon.

At this moment, she was seen riding a sword and was surrounded.

Du Fang's heart was beating violently.

This is a head-on fight that does not allow for any falsehood. Every opponent is at a level above the fourth mirror, and Senior Sister Qingshuang has only just broken through the fourth mirror. The only thing she relies on is the fifth-level magic weapon 'Yuheng' in her hand.

But now that she has lost her mind, it is hard to say how much power she can exert.

The only hope is even the mirror monster hiding in the dark.

For the first time, Du Fang began to hope that this monster could help him win in this situation.

Seeing the worried look on his face, Mo Qingfeng observed his expression and became curious. He asked him, "Do you know this woman who came here?"

"She is my senior sister from the same sect!"

"Was she the one who stabbed you with a sword?" Mo Qingfeng smiled playfully.

"How do you know?" Du Fang was a little surprised. When the sword pierced the lung, Brother Mo was not there. He lost consciousness in the gradually cold environment.

"The sword intent on her sword is the same as the sword intent on your wound!"

Mo Qingfeng said lightly.

"This... can you see this?" Du Fang admired this elder brother more and more.

"Do you want her dead, or do you want her alive?"

Du Fang asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Mo...can you save her?"

Mo Qingfeng suddenly laughed and looked at him playfully: "She stabbed you with a sword, and you still side with her in your heart. Is this woman really that good?"

Du Fang blushed for the first time in his life and didn't dare to answer. In front of Mo Qingfeng, his thoughts were almost transparent.

When Li Qingshuang came closer, Mo Qingfeng smiled and said, "She's really good-looking. No wonder my brother is attracted to her."

"Can you save her?" Du Fang's voice was as small as a mosquito.

But Mo Qingfeng still heard it clearly: "I can try, but the ones outside are easy to deal with, but it will be a bit difficult inside the coffin!"

Du Fang almost jumped up, "Is there someone in the coffin too?"

"Yes, he should be an elder of the Longyuan Sword Sect, and his sword cultivation has reached the sixth level."

At this time, on the official road, the sound of sword whistling stopped, and Li Qingshuang was already dressed in purple. He rose up with the sword and slashed at the big flag in the front with his sword.

He struck with the sword without even saying hello.

"What a fierce little girl, you are so beautiful, I will take you home as my wife!"

The man carrying the flag jumped off his horse, carrying the big flag, and rushed straight towards Li Qingshuang's thin body.

Li Qingshuang snorted coldly, and the purple light on the body of the magic weapon Yuheng sword overflowed. He rushed out directly and stabbed the sword into the immortal platform above the big man's head.

An extremely thin line of blood spurted out from his forehead.

As soon as they met, he killed the big man with one move.

The power of this sword stunned everyone.

Du Fang's heart was also beating wildly. This was the first time he had seen a duel between sword cultivators above the fourth level. Usually, he thought that the inner disciples of Lingxiao were just practicing swordsmanship behind closed doors, and their combat experience was far from enough for him.

But this is so wrong.

Mo Qingfeng said sadly, "Brother, your senior sister's swordsmanship is far superior to yours! Although her sword cultivation is only at the fourth level, with her divine weapon, even a swordsman at the fifth level can cut her down."

"Of course, there's a gap of two major realms!"

For some reason, Du Fang felt a little proud.

This inexplicable sense of pride made his heart suffocate, and he dared not speak anymore, for fear of revealing his true feelings.

Seeing that things were not going well, the four white-robed sword cultivators protecting the carriage leaped up at the same time, shouting angrily, "Who are you, master? Tell me your name!"

Li Qingshuang did not answer coldly, and suddenly she held the sword in her arms. At some point, a stream of blood energy emerged from her black hair. This blood energy condensed and did not dissipate, swirling upwards.

In an instant, the blood became as thick as fingers, and Li Qingshuang's fair face suddenly turned blood red.

Mo Qingfeng said softly, "This girl is from a famous family and has the power of her bloodline. These four sword cultivators are in trouble!"

As soon as the words fell, a purple dress fluttered in the wind.

Li Qingshuang went up with his sword in hand and shouted softly:

——Sword Qi Condensing Ice Technique!

This move is the ultimate skill of a lifetime.

The sound of the wind suddenly stopped, and for a moment, Du Fang felt that the space of this world seemed to shake.

The body of the Yuheng sword completely turned into blood-colored ice crystals, flashing a light blue color in the dusk light.

A roar came from below, coming from the mouths of the three Yamas:

"Come down quickly!"

But it was too late.

The four sword cultivators in white had just drawn their swords when the sword curtain turned into autumn water, blocking in front of them. Suddenly, everyone seemed to pause and looked at Li Qingshuang's chest with a dull expression.

Under the purple clothes blown open by the wind, there is a smooth and bright mirror.

——Mirror Monster!

It was indeed on my senior sister's body.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and watched all this angrily.

The four sword cultivators' attention was simultaneously drawn to the mirror and they paused.

In that instant, a blood-red sword light flashed across.

Four bodies spurting blood fell from the sky, and this sword directly cut off the heads of four sword cultivators.

"What a cruel method! You can't subdue this girl, brother!" Mo Qingfeng began to worry about his little brother.

However, Du Fang seemed not to have heard it at all. He had a vague feeling that Uncle Xuanzhen sent her down the mountain to seize this opportunity because he must have known Li Qingshuang's cultivation level. The mirror monster was so dangerous that even the evil cultivator Miss Ruyu knew to carry magic weapons for self-defense. It was impossible that the senior sister's swordsmanship was so high that Uncle Xuanzhen did not have a backup plan.

A breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, and Du Fang suddenly shivered.

At this moment, the three Yamas flew up at the same time on the official road.

Three people, one in front and two behind, surrounded Li Qingshuang who was standing in the air.

She yelled, "She's possessed by a demon. Be careful, don't look at the mirror on her chest!"

These three Yamas are all cultivators who have reached the fifth level. They do not practice swordsmanship, but spiritual cultivation. Suddenly, six black chains appeared on their hands at the same time.

The chains were shrouded in a black aura, and in an instant, a cloud of mist completely obscured Li Qingshuang's figure. The black aura was like a cage, completely trapping her body.

Li Qingshuang's hand holding the sword slowed down noticeably.

The huge difference in realm meant that she could only hold on for less than three moves. A scream came from the air, and Du Fang's heart suddenly tightened, and her body rushed down.

Six iron chains wrapped around her injured body as she fell. The chains tightened and she slowly fell from the air.

"This woman is nothing special!" a Yama Luo said.

Another said, "Force the evil out of her body!"

The chains tightened, and Li Qingshuang immediately let out a scream of pain. Suddenly, a silver light emerged from her body, passed through the gaps in the chains, and was about to disappear into the ground.

The three Yamas snorted coldly and grabbed the silver light at the same time.

The figure of a bald old man appeared.

It’s the mirror monster.

His body had been twisted into a knot. To vent their anger, the three Yamas twisted his body into three pieces.

In front of Du Fang, such a terrifying fourth-level monster was like an ant being crushed to death in their hands.

Yan Luo sneered, "With this little bit of cultivation, you dare to covet the fairy flower! You really don't know how to live or die!"