Ninth-level fairy

The four sword cultivators who besieged the three Yamas were all skilled fighters. One of them even had a black sword in his hand, and the sword was covered with a rolling black aura.

The cold breath entered his body, like flowing clouds and flying phoenixes. The black chain in Yan Luo's hand was constantly cut into pieces and scattered in the air. Suddenly, a long scream was heard in the night sky.

The black sword pierced his throat, and Yan Luo, who was wrapped in black clothes, instantly froze into a light blue ice sculpture and fell directly from the sky.

These three Yamas were originally brothers. They were bandits in their early years. Later, they were subdued by the Lord of Longyuan Sword, taught with magic skills, and became spiritual cultivators. Seeing their brothers die tragically in front of their eyes, the other two Yamas' eyes turned red at the same time, their hearts were broken, all the blood in their bodies was aroused, and they began to fight desperately.

Every move is a desperate one, every move is a selfless one.

The two men were tied with black iron chains and attacked the man with the black sword desperately, hoping to drag the man who killed his brother to be his scapegoat before they died. However, after such a fierce fight, the cave door behind them opened wide.

The black sword monk danced with his sword so fiercely that the wind and rain were impenetrable. The sword curtain almost became a vortex, blocking all offensive routes.

Suddenly, two sharp roars resounded through the night sky at the same time.

The bodies of the two Yamas were broken into six pieces and fell to the ground from the air mixed with blood rain.

This scene is so tragic. The murderer is determined and cruel.

However, after killing Yan Luo, these four people organized themselves and immediately joined the battle without stopping.

With the addition of this Black Sword Monk, the thirteen people suddenly changed their formation at the same time, forming a strange formation.

Elder Long Yuan waved his sword casually, and a wall of air appeared on it, making it impossible to cut through.

The black-clothed swordsman stretched out his hand and everyone put away their swords and retreated.

Thirteen sword beams, thirteen figures, standing against the wind.

In the night sky, thirteen dazzling rays of light formed a flowing stream.

There was no more sound of wind or insects between heaven and earth.

The sky and the earth are rustling, and the night is falling.

This was the last moment of silence before the fatal fight. Everyone knew that the opponent was about to use his ultimate move.

The Great Elder looked calmly at the Black Sword cultivator and said calmly, "Master Xuanzhen, where did you gather so many masters to ambush me?"

The sound rang in the ears of the two men like thunder.

Du Fang stood up excitedly and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Master Xuanzhen..." Li Qingshuang also had tears in her eyes as she looked at her master standing far away in the night sky.

"The master has indeed come... He hasn't abandoned us!"

"This is the retired priest and elder of our sect!" Taoist Xuanzhen did not hide anything and directly tore off the veil on his face.

Behind him, all the people tore off their masks. Many of them had white hair and beards, and their eyes were faintly green. Many of them were actually deceased Lingxiao masters.

This battle is already won, there is no need to hide it anymore.

The Great Elder smiled bitterly and said, "Master Xuanjizi of the Lingxiao Sword Sect has set up a great game. No wonder you've had so many elders pass away over the years. It must have all been a preparation for today's battle!"

"Indeed, five years ago, someone calculated the location where the Fairy Flower would appear. That's why, Brother Headmaster, over the past few years, has been constantly arranging for our sect's elders and worshippers to 'pass away,' in order to avoid the eyes and ears of your Longyuan lineage."

Xuanzhen said calmly, his black beard blowing in the wind, making him look like an immortal.

"That's a good plan, but... aren't you afraid that after we take away the immortal spirit today, the Seventh Realm Lord of my Longyuan Sword Sect will come and seek revenge in person? As far as I know, Lingxiao doesn't even have a Sixth Realm sword cultivator, let alone a Seventh Realm sword cultivator!"

"You are right, but Lord Baihuang will not know this."

The Great Elder smiled broadly, "Are you so confident that I can't dodge your sword formation?"

"This is the 'Thirteen Swords of Qingliu' handed down from our ancestors. If you can dodge it, you won't always be inferior to the Great Elder." Xuan Zhen looked proud, with a dark aura on his face and fine spots lingering on his face.

This is a sign of the sword energy condensing before a sword fight.

The Great Elder sneered, "Then let me give it a try! Let me see the sword formation of you, a useless Lingxiao man!" As he spoke, the black coffin in his palm suddenly turned over. The Great Elder took a strange step and stood on the coffin lid.

The bamboo sword in his hand showed red and black stripes, and it kept moving like a living thing.

Taoist Priest Xuanzhen didn't take any of this seriously and just laughed, "You just said the wrong thing!"

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it!" The Great Elder disagreed.

"You said that my Lingxiao Sword Sect doesn't have a sword cultivator who has reached the sixth level of the Celestial Realm. That's wrong!"

"Wrong? Could it be that you, Taoist Priest, are the Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator? The same realm as me?"

"exactly!"

As soon as Taoist Xuanzhen finished speaking, he fell into the sword formation, and the light of the twelve swords merged into his black sword at the same time.

A dragon roar sounded from his sword, and countless emerald green sword beams began to appear, wandering in the formation. Suddenly, the black sword body turned into a huge sword beam dozens of feet high, rushing straight into the sky.

The dark night sky was almost completely illuminated by this light. Xuanzhen's five fingers continuously slashed on the sword body, and five streams of blood in his body gushed out and sprinkled on the blood groove of the sword body.

Above the white light of the giant sword in the sky, blood-red liquid began to appear.

The blood melted by the sword. Taoist Xuanzhen pressed the hilt of the sword with his head at the Baihui point, his eyes narrowed, as if he was bearing the hundred-foot pressure brought by the sword.

The Great Elder's expression finally changed, and he asked in astonishment, "What kind of mirror-breaking method is this? Why is it so strange?"

Mo Qingfeng smiled at Du Fang and said, "Your uncle is a talented person. He knows how to use the sword's spirit to activate the Dao meridians in his body and reach the sixth level of heaven and man. This method of breaking the mirror is far more powerful than that of ordinary mirror breakers!"

"But it's also very evil. As a teacher, you must have practiced some evil method!"

Mo Qingfeng added.

Du Fang didn't understand what Dao veins and weapon spirits were at all, but he suddenly remembered the black crow that Uncle Xuanzhen transformed into in the back mountain of Lingxiao, and the stench of corpse on his body.

Uncle Master Xuanzhen’s practice is definitely different from that of other elders.

Du Fang looked up at the sky. He knew that his uncle Xuanzhen was breaking the mirror at this moment. This was the first time in his cultivation that he saw a sword cultivator above the fifth level break through.

Seeing that the mirror was about to be broken, the elder suddenly bent down and roared:

"I'm not even halfway across the river when you strike me midstream. Xuanzhen, you look down on me too much!"

Suddenly, a huge vortex rose above the body of his bamboo sword. In this empty desert, countless sands were swept up. The wind was howling, and sand and rocks were flying, as if a giant yellow dragon was coiled around the body of the bamboo sword.

The Great Elder roared, "The Sixth Realm of Sword Dao—Nirvana Sword Intent!"

The golden dragon seemed to be a living creature, raising its head and roaring above the sky.

A powerful dragon roar came from his body.

Li Qingshuang bit her lips tightly and her body began to tremble slightly. Du Fang tried to comfort her, "Don't be afraid..." Although he was comforting her, his body was not much better.

They were both young and inexperienced, and had never seen such devastating power in their lives.

The sand that was blown up in the desert was almost a hundred feet high, and Uncle Xuanzhen was still breaking the mirror.

Feeling the worry and fear of the two, Mo Qingfeng said gently:

"Don't worry, this sword won't hit your uncle's head!"

"why?"

"He was just bluffing, he's already gone!"

As Mo Qingfeng spoke, the broken sword in his hand flew out and he called out calmly to a dark shadow in the distance, "Leave this flower here!"

Du Fang looked from afar and saw that the Great Elder's body was already at the end of the desert. He held the coffin in his hands and flew quickly in the rising sandstorm.

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