Ninth-level fairy

The mirror monster's body was completely crushed, and the mirror shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

Yan Luo stepped hard on the lenses, and they slowly turned into powder and melted into the sand.

This monster, which had survived for almost hundreds of years, was trampled to death under their feet without even a scream.

Three people surrounded her at the same time, staring at Li Qingshuang with cold eyes. One of them stretched out his finger and tore off half of her clothes.

"This woman is from Lingxiao Mountain. How dare the small Lingxiao Sect set its sights on this immortal spirit and even collude with evil beings!"

He pulled hard, and a large area of ​​snow-white skin was revealed.

Li Qingshuang screamed and shrank to the ground.

"Let go of that girl, come at me if you dare!"

A green light emerged and pierced the nearest Yama. It was Du Fang who came riding from behind.

He was in such a hurry that he almost forgot that he knew how to wield a sword. He was so worried that he was distracted and wasted a lot of time when he staggered down the mountain. He only ran over here now, panting.

Seeing his senior sister being humiliated, blood rushed to his head. Even though he knew he was no match for her, Du Fang thrust the sword out regardless of everything.

"Junior brother, don't come over here, run!"

As soon as the mirror monster died, Li Qingshuang immediately regained his sanity. His eyes became clear as he looked at Du Fang who was rushing towards him with a face full of despair and worry.

The word "Junior Brother" almost stimulated all the blood and strength in Du Fang.

He felt that this sword strike was the most perfect and powerful one he had ever struck in his life. Unfortunately, in the face of the huge gap in realm,

This blow was like an egg hitting a rock, and there was a loud cracking sound.

Du Fang's sword and arm were twisted into a knot. He lay on the ground in pain. This blow not only broke his arm, but also caused a force of stiffness to spread throughout his body in an instant.

His whole body was frozen.

Li Qingshuang bit her lip, her face full of pain, and choked out, "Why did you come here?"

Du Fang swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat and said with a wry smile, "I didn't want to come over either, but my legs wouldn't obey me!"

A loud shout interrupted their voices: "Where did this loser come from? With such a low level of cultivation, he dares to come to the Longyuan Sword Sect's territory and act wildly?"

"What should we do? This woman killed a disciple of our sect. Should we kill her now or take her back to let the Lord of the Wilderness decide her fate?" asked a Yama Luo.

"The Great Elder is right here, why don't you ask? Is it your turn to talk to me about what's going on here?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them looked at the carriage at the same time.

Suddenly, a rasping, unpleasant old man's voice came from the carriage:

"That woman has the power of blood, throw her in to feed the flowers!"

A tall, majestic old man with a long beard walked out. He was tall, with white hair and beard, and his voice was as unpleasant as a broken gong. He was the sixth-level elder of the Longyuan Sword Sect mentioned by Yan Luo.

The Great Elder turned around and lifted the curtain.

Inside was a black coffin. Above the coffin, a cloud of green mist was lingering on the coffin lid. It was the green mist emitted by the fairy flower.

The Great Elder gathered the energy with his hand, the green air disappeared, and the coffin lid was opened.

A blue and white light shot up into the sky. In the completely dark night sky, the light was extremely divine and soared straight into the clouds.

Everyone present was stunned and dizzy, and at this moment——

Dozens of figures flew out from the raised sand dunes on both sides of the official road. Each figure had a stiff body and pounced on the black coffin in the carriage.

The Great Elder had a gentle expression on his face. He calmly waved his hand and those figures fell to the ground. The people with swords on their backs were actually disciples of the Longyuan Sect.

The three Yamas were all shocked at the same time. These were all masters of the Four Mirrors of the Longyuan Sword Sect. They had been buried here and had never come out, but as soon as the Fairy Flower saw the light of day, they were thrown out.

The ambushers were ambushed instead. More than a dozen sword cultivators at the fourth level died silently without even moving. The strength of the people on the opposite side was too terrifying.

The hearts of the three Yamas sank.

The sword fight just now was just an appetizer, the main event is about to begin.

The three Yamas surrounded the coffin at the same time, staring at the sand surface with nervous expressions.

The Great Elder looked gently into the darkness of the night and said with a faint smile:

"You all think that the goods contained in this coffin are fake, and they won't show up until you see the goods, right?"

The elder flicked his sleeves, and suddenly countless earth dragons emerged from under the sand, rushing towards the swollen sand dunes. At the same time, he said calmly:

"Come out! I've been waiting for you for a long time. I opened the coffin just to lead you out!"

More than a dozen rays of light flew up and appeared from the sand dunes at the same time. These people had dignified movements, and there was a faint green light on their swords. When they attacked, the swords flew everywhere and slashed towards the carriage.

Hidden beside this horse path were dozens of fifth-level sword masters. All of Zhongze Province's top masters appeared in this desolate town that night.

It seems that the appearance of the immortal has attracted many monsters from the Tibetan cultivation world.

These people were swift and their swordsmanship was agile. Four of them surrounded Yan Luo, while the other nine rushed towards the Great Elder. When they attacked, sword beams of four or five feet flew everywhere.

Sand and rocks were flying on the ground, and countless deep grooves were immediately cut into the hard official road. The rubble was chopped into powder, but the elder stood beside the carriage with one hand on the coffin. All the sword beams that were slashing through the sky and the earth disappeared without a trace when they touched the coffin.

There seemed to be an endless layer of water waves surrounding the black coffin, which directly dissolved the sword light and sword energy.

However, Du Fang's position was intact.

At some point, Mo Qingfeng appeared beside him, pulling Li Qingshuang towards him. A faint green aura enveloped Mo Qingfeng, seemingly separating him from the battlefield.

As soon as Li Qingshuang was pulled over, she first went to care about Du Fang's wound.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt much!" Seeing her look of pity, Du Fang's heart ached even more. He couldn't even bear to see her tearful expression.

Since the two of them came down the mountain, they have been deliberately keeping their distance, but for some reason, a dramatic fight completely brought them closer together, to the point where they were almost like lovers.

Du Fang lay in her arms, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and felt that he had never been so happy in his life.

He had experienced much suffering in his life, but he had never been as peaceful as he was at this moment.

"This master is..." Li Qingshuang looked up at Mo Qingfeng.

"It was my elder brother Mo, senior sister, he saved me..." Upon hearing this, Li Qingshuang lowered her head a little guilty and said softly:

"I'm sorry... I really don't want to stab you, but..."

"Don't say that. I know your difficulties. The mirror demon has lost your mind. I have never blamed you!"

A hint of a smile appeared on his face, and Du Fang stared at it blankly, suddenly stunned.

By this time, the battle had already reached the sky, where multicolored sword beams crisscrossed the night sky. The coffin had long been closed, and the Great Elder, like a god, held the coffin in one hand and the sword in the other.

The Great Elder was a sixth-level elder of the Longyuan Sword Sect, but he only held a bamboo sword in his hand. Nine fifth-level sword cultivators surrounded him, and the sword light continued to slash out.

The Great Elder waved his hand casually, and these extremely fierce sword beams were extinguished. He was fighting against nine people alone, and he actually had a great upper hand.

The battlefield over there was even more brutal.