Ninth-level fairy

The coffin seemed to be sucked by a magnet, and the broken sword dragged the entire black coffin and flew back.

The Great Elder suddenly stopped and looked at the uncontrollable black coffin in shock. Inside the coffin was the fairy flower that the Lord of the Wasteland wanted. If he went back empty-handed, with the methods of the Lord of the Longyuan Wasteland, the Great Elder didn't dare to think about it anymore. He stopped and immediately flew back to chase the flying coffin.

The coffin was not flying very fast, but it was flying with extraordinary force.

The Great Elder placed one hand on the coffin, and his body was dragged back from the edge of the desert by the coffin.

At first he thought it was the power of the Qingliu Thirteen Swords Formation of Lingxiao Mountain.

But when the black coffin came into the hands of the green-robed swordsman, the Great Elder was suddenly stunned.

This person had just been standing there, with no obvious aura, so no one thought he was a master.

And at this moment, he was standing there with a smile and indifference on his face.

Mo Qingfeng put away his sword, put it on his back, and casually flicked it towards the black coffin. Suddenly, all the coffins turned into powder, gathered together, and gently fell to the ground.

At the same time, a dazzling white light lit up again, piercing the sky.

It was a flower as white as jade and as pale as orchid.

It is the size of a palm, with intricate petals on it, divided into nine layers. Each layer consists of nine clearly layered white petals. In the middle of each petal, there is a black dot, dotted in it.

There are a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one flowers.

Mo Qingfeng held the flower in his palm and looked at it. His eyes were filled with sadness instead of joy. He sighed softly:

"Hello again, Fairy Flower!"

When Du Fang and Li Qingshuang saw the fairy flower, their faces were filled with longing. The holy light of the flower seemed to be able to cleanse the soul. The moment they looked at the flower, there was only truth, goodness and beauty in their hearts, and not even the slightest evil thought could arise.

The Great Elder's expression wasn't much better.

Among the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, greed and desire, when seeing these beautiful jade-colored petals, there is not a single thought of snatching them away.

Mo Qingfeng concealed his hands, covered the fairy flower with a black cloth, and said calmly:

"Stop fighting, I'll take this flower!"

When the Fairy Flower Shenhua was driven away, the Great Elder immediately said angrily:

"Where did this bastard come from? How dare you steal things from my Longyuan Sword Sect!"

He raised the bamboo sword in his hand, and a mist-colored sword light rose up and pierced Mo Qingfeng's chest. Du Fang screamed in shock and shouted, "Brother, be careful!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingfeng just stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the powerful and heavy sword intent of the sixth realm sword cultivator disappeared without a trace. He smiled slightly at Du Fang and said gently:

"Don't worry, your elder brother is not so bad that he can't even deal with these ugly people!"

There is hardly a single sword cultivator who has reached the sixth realm in the entire Zhongze Province, but in the words of this Big Brother Mo, they are not even as good as ordinary people.

Du Fang was horrified, Li Qingshuang was even more surprised, and the elders of the fifth realm of Lingxiao who were watching were even more horrified, their mouths wide open in disbelief.

The great elder, who was alone on the battlefield, felt completely disheartened after this sword strike.

Just a light flick made him lose all desire to fight.

The force coming from the green-robed swordsman's hand not only destroyed his sword moves, but also completely destroyed the sword intent in his heart.

The Great Elder shook his head dejectedly, smiled bitterly and said, "The gap in realm is too great!" He still did not give up and asked:

"Who are you, sir? Why are you so attracted to this fairy flower? You should know that in the Nine Divine Continents, according to sect rules, fairy flowers belong to where they were born. You are not from here, are you?"

"No!" Mo Qingfeng smiled.

"Then why do you still want to take this sacred object by force?"

"Because... I have met this flower once before. An old friend of mine made a lifelong wish that no more fairy flowers would be born in this world, so... you know, I am helping her fulfill this wish!" Mo Qingfeng's face was gloomy and sad when he talked about his old friend.

Unexpectedly, the Great Elder shook his head:

"That's not a good excuse!"

Mo Qingfeng's originally sad face suddenly flashed with a sharpness: "Then I say, whoever has the faster sword, this thing belongs to him. Is this an excuse?"

A strong and cold murderous intent filled his body. It was obvious that these words had angered him.

"You'd better keep this magical object well. In less than three days, a master will come to retrieve it. If it is damaged in the slightest... humph..."

The Great Elder still couldn't let go of his usual arrogance. The Longyuan Sword Sect was used to being rampant, and he subconsciously wanted to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. He was not sure that he could kill Mo Qingfeng.

But his eyes looked at Du Fang standing beside him.

Du Fang was only at the second level, and there wasn't even a trace of sword energy on his body.

The Great Elder snorted coldly, and suddenly slashed his sword towards Du Fang who was lying on the ground:

"This is the end of this doll!"

The sword was too fast and too fierce. Du Fang had no time to react. Suddenly, his ears exploded.

"court death!"

The bamboo sword suddenly cracked, and the great elder's tall body suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist with a "bang". At this moment, a strong wave of sword power came from Mo Qingfeng's broken sword.

His body didn't move, and neither did his sword. The broken sword just trembled slightly. The great elder of Longyuan Sect, who had reached the sixth level, suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the bamboo sword broke into countless thin threads and fell on the sand.

Du Fang and Li Qingshuang felt such a strong pressure at the same time that the blood in their bodies began to stop.

After a long time, the pale faces of the two people slowly turned rosy.

The look on Mo Qingfeng's face at this moment was filled with fear and shock. This ragged swordsman in green clothes, with a broken sword, actually had such a high level of cultivation.

"Mo...Brother Mo..." Du Fang only called out once and couldn't call out anymore.

He finally understood the value of the 'Nine Palaces Sword Master'. Before, he even suspected that the jade token was fake, otherwise how could it be given to him so easily.

The Great Elder wanted to say something harsh before leaving. He thought Du Fang was just an ordinary disciple and wanted to use him to establish his authority. As a result, this completely infuriated Mo Qingfeng. Before he could even draw his sword, he exploded into a bloody mist.

This scene is too scary and terrifying.

At this time, Uncle Master Xuanzhen brought twelve people and stood in the distance, forming a semicircle.

This position was very clever, completely blocking their retreat.

Mo Qingfeng looked at Xuan Zhen and saw through his intentions at a glance. He said coldly, "Do you also want this fairy flower?"

Xuan Zhen walked out proudly, the black sword in his hand was filled with thicker black energy, and the black energy was wrapped with red blood threads, which looked weird and scary.

"This is the divine object that my ancestor Lingxiao has spent his entire life pursuing. As a disciple, I have no choice but to devote myself to it. Your Excellency's identity is unknown, and your swordsmanship is extraordinary and saintly, but Xuanzhen still wants to ask for your guidance!"

Even though the fairy flower was taken away from him, he was not panicked at all, and his face was calm and indifferent.

Seeing that his elder brother and uncle were about to fight, and with the blood of the great elder in front of him, Du Fang suddenly felt extremely conflicted and uncomfortable. No matter which side he stood on, it would cause irreversible damage to the other side.

Suddenly, Li Qingshuang's fair and gentle little hand reached out and held his hand tightly.

She didn't say anything, but Du Fang knew that Li Qingshuang wanted Du Fang to beg his elder brother to show mercy.

The Great Elder, also a sixth-rank sword cultivator, didn't even draw his sword and turned directly into a bloody mist. In the face of such terrifying cultivation strength, Master Xuanzhen's fate was not much better.

Du Fang couldn't help but look at Mo Qingfeng. At the same time, Mo Qingfeng also looked at him. There was a questioning look on his face, but after seeing Du Fang's conflicted and uncomfortable expression.

Suddenly he nodded and smiled gently at Du Fang.

Du Fang felt relieved all of a sudden. This smile meant that this was just a competition and there was no danger to his life.

"Draw your sword!" Xuan Zhen took his stance. At the same time, the twelve people behind him changed their shapes and formed the 'Clear Flow Thirteen Sword Formation!'