Ninth-level fairy

Mo Qingfeng said calmly, "For the sake of my brother, I'll let you have one move."

Upon hearing this, Xuanzhen's tense face suddenly relaxed.

Giving up a move means that he can mobilize the maximum power of the sword formation and exert earth-shaking strength. Combined with the realm he just broke through, this young man is too arrogant. He thinks that if he kills an elder of the sixth realm, all other sword cultivators who have reached the sixth realm are garbage.

He slowly said to Li Qingshuang: "Go away!"

Li Qingshuang pulled Du Fang up and was about to leave when Mo Qingfeng suddenly said calmly:

"Just sit down, there's no need!"

These six words are extremely plain, but also extremely confident.

Xuan Zhen finally felt a surge of anger in his heart, and angrily asked, "Do you want to use them to make me afraid to act rashly?"

Mo Qingfeng suddenly smiled:

"With you, you think that just because you created a sword formation and just broke through the sixth realm, you are invincible in the world, right? Your evil method of breaking the mirror is indeed powerful in the short term, but it is harmful to the practice of swordsmanship and not beneficial to yourself. If you can cut off a hair of theirs, I will offer you the fairy flower with both hands and turn around and leave!"

As soon as the words fell, countless rebukes were heard:

"What an arrogant boy!"

"Where did this guy come from? He's so arrogant!"

Xuan Zhen sneered, "He wants to provoke you and break your sword will. Embrace the Yuan and guard the One, but don't break your Dao heart!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone shut up.

Xuan Zhen sneered in his heart. The Qingliu Thirteen Swords Formation had not been used for hundreds of years. There were thirteen fifth-level sword cultivators. After so many years, Lingxiao only had thirteen qualified cultivators left.

The founder of Lingxiao had left behind a will. Because this formation was too powerful and could kill lives, it had been sealed in the Sword Pavilion. In order to deal with the Longyuan Sword Sect, Lingxiao had gathered all the masters in the sect and had been planning for five years.

All the top cultivators in Zhongzezhou are here. Each of them is a fifth-level sword cultivator who has experienced hundreds of battles and is at the pinnacle of the fifth level.

The young man in front of me really underestimated this protective formation.

Xuan Zhen stopped talking, and suddenly pointed the black sword in his hand diagonally toward the sky, chanting an incantation. Behind him, the twelve elders of the fifth realm raised their swords at the same time, muttering incantations.

Thirteen sword beams merged into his main black sword at the same time.

The bloody black sword turned into a huge black vortex. Taoist Xuanzhen stood still in the air and waved his hands. The sword light rolled up all the sand, dust, and water droplets under the soil.

In the sword formation, tiny sword beams continued to emerge and began to wander along the sword intent. Above the night sky, countless sword beams flashed fluorescent light, merging into a huge river of sword beams, constantly shuttling back and forth in the sword formation.

The black sword seemed like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, and the sword beams in the galaxy began to converge into the sword body.

The sword began to swell and grow larger, and a giant sword that was over a hundred feet long and more than five feet thick stood far away in the night sky.

A fierce murderous intent swept across the entire desert.

The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

Looking at the sword power that almost changed the color of the sky and the earth, Li Qingshuang's whole body trembled and she involuntarily fell into Du Fang's arms.

At that moment, Du Fang seemed to feel the threat of death again. Uncle Xuanzhen's sword did not care about their lives and was determined to chop Brother Mo's entire body into ashes.

A huge chanting sound came out from Xuanzhen's mouth

——Nirvana sword intent!

——Sword Qi Condensing Ice Technique!

All the moisture in the air for hundreds of feet was gathered on the tip of his sword.

Xuanzhen's black sword suddenly pierced the sky, and all the sword beams in the galaxy disappeared. The giant sword was swung down from the sky, and the extremely black light was faintly shrouded in thirteen blood-colored auras.

The sword light turned into a giant black and red flame-colored beast, rushing towards him with the breath of ancient times.

All the ice crystals condensed in the air were instantly transformed into vapor and water by the scorching temperature and dissipated in the air.

Mo Qingfeng stood in the night wind, then suddenly took a step forward and swung his sword in a circle, creating nine consecutive circles. A Dao diagram enveloped Du Fang and Li Qingshuang.

This is a heartless and devastating sword that can destroy the world.

A skinny horse neighed in the distance, but Mo Qingfeng straightened his body and used his chest to meet the ruthless and annihilating sword intent of Nirvana.

"Brother...don't!"

Du Fang originally thought that his elder brother Mo was just bragging and would try his best to dodge the sword, but instead, he faced the sword intent and used his chest to block the sword.

He didn't even use the sword.

What confidence this is.

For his own safety, he made nine consecutive circles, but for himself, he used his body to withstand the sword.

After Du Fang shouted this, he closed his eyes in pain.

This was a sword intent that wielded the might of heaven and earth. It was nearly impossible for any mortal being to survive such a devastating force. Even if Brother Mo's cultivation was high, he couldn't withstand this sword.

Du Fang closed his eyes in pain. He couldn't bear to watch his life-saving brother die, but he was suppressed in the Dao diagram and was powerless to do anything.

The only sound in the air was the sound of a knife cutting paper and a needle piercing window paper.

Behind Mo Qingfeng, the huge blood-colored sword drew a deep chasm, more than a hundred feet long and more than ten feet deep.

Mo Qingfeng's thin body fluttered in the wind, his clothes fluttering in the wind. Yaoyao was standing on the edge of the cliff, a smile on his face, looking into the distance.

At the same time, in the night sky, Taoist Xuanzhen roared in pain, his body turned over and fell from the clouds. Before his body fell to the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth.

The twelve elders behind him fell to the ground at the same time like fallen leaves.

The Dao diagram disappeared, and Li Qingshuang screamed, "Master!" and rushed forward.

Du Fang stared blankly, as if he couldn't believe who the winner of this battle was. He didn't go over, but looked at Mo Qingfeng and said softly: "Mo...Brother, are you okay?"

Mo Qingfeng smiled slightly and said, "I'm glad you're worried about me. This feeling is great. I haven't experienced it in a long, long time!"

Du Fang felt a little uneasy and touched him.

The sword mark behind him was too terrifying. Looking at the crack that looked like it was caused by an earthquake, Du Fang couldn't believe that this was the effect that could be created by human power.

And Brother Mo, in the face of the devastating sword intent, survived with his body intact.

"Brother... I'm glad you're okay. I'll... go check on my uncle and the others..."

"Go ahead!"

Mo Qingfeng smiled understandingly. It felt so good to be cared for by others. There had been someone in the world who cared about him so much before, and today, this feeling came back again. Du Fang's eyes could not be fake. Mo Qingfeng knew that he loved, cared about, and was grateful to him, the person who saved his life, from the bottom of his heart.

It was a tragic scene over there. Taoist Xuanzhen fell to the ground, and the twelve elders were either dead or injured, lying motionless on the ground. Xuanzhen's chest was charred black, and blood was gushing out of his mouth, staining most of his Taoist robe red.

Li Qingshuang knelt on the ground, looking at her master's injuries. She didn't know what to do, and her heart ached. She could only choke on her sobs and say, "Master, it's my fault. I'm incompetent and couldn't complete your instructions. It's all my fault, my fault!"

"I don't blame you!" Xuan Zhen coughed violently a few times, practiced his Qigong to regulate his breathing, sat up, and said with a wry smile:

"I didn't expect... the Clear Stream Thirteen Sword Formation... to have such a strong backlash. As expected... the stronger the power, the stronger the backlash..."