Ninth-level fairy

He flew out into the air and stood on the sword formation. He looked at the woman in white and said softly:

"Miss Bai, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Killing these disciples is nothing compared to your ability. You came here so quickly just for that thing, right?"

The woman in white suddenly stood up, and her sharp eyes swept over from the bottom of the mountain and fell behind Xuanzhen.

Her cultivation was so powerful that her vision could almost penetrate the clouds. Even at such a distance, Li Qingshuang suddenly couldn't help shivering.

She flew up, and the Qilin passed over the archway. The water immediately poured down, turning into a flood that flooded the miscellaneous disciples who had not yet entered the sect at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain.

In the thatched house, people shouted and horses neighed at once, and countless menial disciples rushed out from the flood.

The woman in white pointed her sword and stared coldly at Li Qingshuang behind Xuanzhen.

"Three days ago, in Cangyun Ancient Town, the woman who killed my sect's fourth-level sword cultivator and stole my Dragon Abyss treasure was you?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, and it came from afar, making the heads of the master and disciple buzz.

Li Qingshuang was about to step out when Xuanzhen suddenly pulled her back and whispered, "Go back!" Li Qingshuang looked worried and turned around, asking, "Will she come up?"

"With the sect's protective sword formation, she won't be able to get up for a while."

"Why hasn't the master activated the sword formation yet?" Li Qingshuang was a little confused.

Xuan Zhen pondered and said, "Brother, we're waiting for the thirty-six Tiangang Sword Cultivators to show up. Unfortunately, it's too late. Lord Longyuan is about to start a massacre. Someone must step forward and hold out until those people show up. Go find Du Fang and tell him not to show up."

"Master, where are you going?" Li Qingshuang looked worried. She could see that both sides were gambling. The woman in white was waiting for the sword formation to start before she would attack.

And Master Xuanji was waiting for them to show up before launching the sword formation.

Someone must stand up at this time!

Sure enough, Xuanzhen had a resolute look on his face:

"I'm going to meet her and see how strong this seventh-level swordsman is!"

Just as the words fell, suddenly, a bright blood-red sword light flashed across the sky in the dark sky.

Completely cut through the entire darkness of Lingxiao Mountain.

Amidst the thousands of red rays of light, a woman in white held a blood-red sword in her hand, shining brightly, and the sword light almost covered the entire Lingxiao Mountain.

"Xuanzhen, come here!" A soft whistle resounded through the sky.

In the clouds above the gate of Lingxiao Mountain.

The woman in white held a long sword in her hand, with the sword pointing straight to the sky.

Before the whistling sound died down, hundreds of green sword beams suddenly flew up from all over Lingxiao Mountain. They were the elite disciples of the fourth realm of Lingxiao Sword Sect, who formed a sword formation and took the lead in attacking.

Master Xuanji still couldn't help it.

Countless white-robed disciples began to move, their forms constantly changing. Xuanji Zhenren stood within the sword formation, his head raised to the heavens, his longsword piercing the sky.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill all your disciples!"

The woman in white suddenly attacked, and while the sword formation was moving, the sword light slashed towards a corner.

Suddenly, several shrill screams were heard in the night sky.

Seeing his disciple die tragically, Xuan Zhen could no longer bear it. His face suddenly turned blood red and he gritted his teeth and said, "You bitch, you are going too far. Do you really think that I, Ling Xiao, have no one to rely on?"

Just as he was about to sacrifice his sword, Xuanji Zhenren suddenly stopped him and said, "Junior brother, step back!"

Xuan Zhen's expression was stern: "Brother, you have a wound on your body, so it's not suitable for a sword fight. Besides, this sect-protecting sword formation requires you to preside over it."

Xuanji Zhenren said proudly:

"Junior Brother Xuanzhen, who is better in swordsmanship between you and me?"

"Of course it's you!" There was no trace of shame on Xuanzhen's face.

Senior Brother Xuanji has been the sect leader for over fifty years. He reached the sixth realm of swordsmanship more than ten years ago. Among the thirteen priests, he is the only one with the highest cultivation level in the entire sword sect.

Xuan Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "This demon girl is at the peak of the Seventh Realm. The Blood Rainbow in her hand is even more of a divine weapon. We are almost two realms behind her and cannot withstand the power of her divine sword."

Xuan Jizi suddenly said, "If the two of us join forces..."

"No, the thirty-six Heavenly Sword Cultivators haven't shown up yet. Who knows where they're hiding? Now that all the elders are dead, someone must be in charge. If we're defeated, someone will have to lead the opening of the Sword Gate. Only you, Brother, can take on such an important task."

Master Xuanji was finally persuaded and retreated.

"Brother, if I die a martyr later, you must lead our young disciples to join the Sword Sect. As long as immortal spirits exist, Lingxiao will rise again."

"Junior brother..." Master Xuanji knew that his junior brother wanted to fight with his remaining body against the Lord of the Wilderness in order to gain a little time to preserve the Lingxiao sword bloodline.

Xuanzhen's face was already filled with a hint of tragedy, and he no longer looked at the person behind him.

Taoist Xuanzhen walked in the air with his fists clenched, as if he was determined to die together with his companions.

Li Qingshuang called out in a miserable voice from behind, with a pained expression on her face, "Master!"

Xuan Zhen's body trembled, and he walked away without looking back, staring at the peerless swordsman in front of him, the woman in white clothes, with unparalleled purity and coolness.

"Bai Zhi, for more than ten years, the Lingxiao Sword Sect and the Longyuan Sword Sect have lived apart from each other. As the venerable master of the sword sect, why did you come here today and indiscriminately kill innocent people?"

Bai Zhi, a young and graceful woman, who was the Seventh Realm Wasteland Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect, suddenly smiled when she heard Xuan Zhen's words. She looked at Xuan Zhen's serious face leisurely and said with a smile:

"You've lived for so many years, are you still so thick-skinned?"

"Oh, what do you mean?" Xuanzhen disagreed.

"Humph, your men have been following the Black Xuan Taoist of Yuzhen Temple, refining evil spirits and waiting for the Qingtai to be born, and then snatching it away. All of this happened right under my nose, and you think I don't know."

Xuanzhen's whole body trembled. For more than a year, he sent Du Fang to follow Taoist Hei Xuan in order to have Qing Tai born. He didn't expect that everyone knew everything.

Bai Zhi sneered:

"Everyone knows that immortal spirits are extremely yin. To refine immortal spirits, one needs a green embryo. You stole the green embryo, which was ownerless. I don't blame you, but you killed my disciples, stole my immortal flowers, and killed my chief elder and three Yamas. How do you settle this account?"

Hearing this, Xuanzhen's face twitched and he looked extremely ugly. It turned out that everything was calculated by others. But to give up the hard work of the past ten years was more painful than killing him.

Xuanzhen stood up and asked, "How do you want to settle this?"

Bai Zhi said calmly, "Hand over your immortal spirits, Du Fang, and your female disciple. The Lingxiao Sect will be disbanded today and removed from the Nine Divine Continents!"

These conditions were simply too harsh. All Lingxiao disciples were extremely angry when they heard them, but they did not dare to act rashly.

But Master Xuanji could no longer hold on. His face flushed red as he stared at Baizhi and shouted angrily:

"How dare you! You really think I, Ling Xiao, am easy to bully! You are only at the Seventh Realm. Do you really think you alone can completely wipe out my Ling Xiao?"

Bai Zhi didn't answer, but just looked at him with a sneer.

Taoist Xuanzhen looked calm and said calmly:

"Okay, now that we've spoken, let's see who's the winner. If you can kill me, this immortal spirit will naturally be yours. The Lingxiao Sword Sect's century-long hard work will be nothing but a fleeting dream."

A black, lustrous sword was drawn from his back. Taoist Xuanzhen closed his eyes and lowered his brows. Suddenly, he whispered to his senior brother, glanced at him, and whispered with his mind:

"Brother, help me. When I swing my sword, you immediately activate the sword formation!"

"it is good!"

Xuanzhen closed his eyes, pointed the black sword to the sky, and chanted: "Master of the sect, the elders of all generations have worshipped me. I, Xuanzhen, am incompetent. Today, I would like to borrow the divine vein of the Taoist ancestor..."

As he continued to chant out his Taoist secrets, Xuanjizi also stood up, turned around with the Emperor Wu's Golden Money Sword in his hand, and a sword light covered the sky and cut open the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

Suddenly, countless green lights shot out into the sky.

The three thousand disciples looked at the blue light rising into the sky, drew their swords at the same time, and stabbed it into the sky. Looking at the blue light that shot up into the sky, everyone was excited, their faces bloodshot, and they shouted loudly:

'Ling Xiao! Ling Xiao!'