Ninth-level fairy

This blow crippled Du Fang, and he had already made up his mind to die. He knew that he would never be able to avenge this blood feud in this lifetime.

The gap in strength and realm made him feel completely desperate. Lingxiao's many elite disciples could not withstand the attack of her magic sword, and Uncle Xuanzhen was chopped into ashes.

At this point, there was nothing else to do except curse.

"What a rude boy! Are all the people in Lingxiao like you? Are they so uncultured?"

Du Fang was about to speak when suddenly——

A scorching warmth instantly flowed through his body. Just as he was wondering, Bai Zhi frowned slightly and turned to look at the woman in black who had followed him:

"The fairy flower is not on him!"

At this moment, Xuan Ji Zhenren, who was commanding the sword formation, saw his junior brother die. His eyes were bloodshot and his heart was in great pain. The pain was immediately replaced by violent anger.

He raised the Emperor Wu's Golden Money Sword in his hand, wielded all the power of the sword formation, and came against the wind, slashing towards the place where Bai Zhi was standing.

The sect's protective sword formation has completely begun to waver. If they don't condense the sword, once it is broken, they will all be fish on the chopping board. Master Xuanji is filled with grief and indignation.

All the essence on the sword stabbed into Bai Zhi's eyebrows.

Before the sword's might arrived, the sword's light had already completely covered the world.

Bai Zhi suddenly glanced into the distance, casually threw Du Fang's body behind her, stood up, looked at Xuan Ji Zhenren's face that was unable to hold back, and sneered

"Your junior brother just tasted it, you should also try the Blood Rainbow Sword!"

Suddenly, the sword formed a circle, and the blood-red light on the sword faced the sword light of Xuan Ji Zhenren that was wrapped in the power of the formation.

The green air all over the mountain suddenly disappeared, and everyone felt a chill running down their body.

Li Qingshuang didn't care about the battle in the sky. When Du Fang was thrown out, he immediately flew over Du Fang's body with his sword, trying to pick up his broken body.

A loud shout suddenly rang out from behind: "Leave him behind!" It was Bai Zhi's female disciple, the woman in black, who attacked from behind.

The sword came too fast. If he swung his sword to meet the enemy, he would not be able to save Du Fang. If he dodged the sword, Du Fang would be pierced through the chest. Li Qingshuang suddenly gritted his teeth, picked up Du Fang's body, and stiffened his back to withstand the sword stab from behind.

Watching the sword enter the body.

Du Fang suddenly yelled, "Don't..."

He pulled hard, and Li Qingshuang's back slid open, leaving a gap, and the sword pierced his waist fiercely.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, clamping the sword with his ribs, his expression filled with incomparable anger:

"When we took the flower that day, you were also the one lying in ambush there, you coward!"

He used all his strength and slapped the woman in black with his remaining arm, sending her flying.

The woman in black was furious and was about to pounce.

Li Qingshuang looked at the sword light slashing down from the sky and immediately shouted, "Hurry up!"

A majestic sword force descended from the sky, and in an instant, all the bluestone slabs where they had just stood turned into powder and scattered in the air.

The power of this sword was truly terrifying. However, it wasn't over yet.

At this moment, countless screams were heard all around.

More than a dozen Lingxiao disciples of the fourth realm were pierced by Baizhi's sword light from the air and fell from the sky with screams.

Taoist Xuanji was shocked and angry when he saw this evil woman killing his disciples at will, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Zhi looked at his miserable state and smiled calmly:

"How about my sword? Even though you have Lingxiao's treasure to protect you, you can't withstand this sword, right?"

Xuanji Master wiped away the blood and sneered:

"It's just a small trick. Your sword can't even kill a mosquito!"

Bai Zhi's expression suddenly turned serious. "Do you really think I can't break your protective magic weapon? Taste the backlash of the sword formation!"

Her slender fingers suddenly formed a circle and formed a sword gesture, and a bright blood-red aura flew out from her entire right arm.

This sword was obviously much stronger than the previous weak sword of energy. Before the sword arrived, the mighty sword power had already spread throughout the entire Lingxiao Mountain.

Master Xuanji looked solemn and focused on the enemy. He knew that this attack was a matter of life and death, so he didn't dare to be careless at all.

A dark green Taoist diagram wrapped around his entire body, his whole body was glowing with a faint yellow light, and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

The red sword pierced into the green and yellow wheel, and finally, bit by bit, it was dissolved into the yellow wheel.

Suddenly, there was a shocking change. When the yellow light was about to dissipate, a thin and tiny scarlet sword light suddenly swam out like a poisonous snake and penetrated into the center of Xuanji Zhenren's eyebrows.

Xuan Ji groaned in pain, raised his head, and said hatefully, "Sword Spirit, it's actually a sword spirit, you really cultivated a sword spirit!"

"It's just not formed yet!" Bai Zhi said coldly:

"I told you I'd let you experience the backlash of a sword formation!"

Xuanji Zhenren suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted at the entire Lingxiao Mountain with all his might:

"Retreat quickly! All disciples, retreat to Lingxiao Sword Pavilion!"

Every white-robed disciple who was fighting heard these words, but Long Yuan's thirty-six Tiangang sword cultivators suddenly radiated strong sword light at the same time, enveloping every Lingxiao disciple in the formation.

The low-level disciples in the third and second realms could not escape at all.

Behind them, many of the people brought by these Tiangang sword cultivators were divine cultivators and evil cultivators, and even monsters and ghosts from the fourth and fifth realms were brought here. Behind them were low-level miscellaneous cultivators, and the disciples of these great monsters were all brought out.

These independent cultivators were extremely powerful, holding powerful weapons such as suppressing weapons and underworld weapons. They could either corrode Lingxiao's disciples into pulp or melt half of their bodies. There were also low-level monsters following them.

After losing the support of the sect's disciples, the sect's protective sword formation began to completely shake and collapse, and the green energy grid that covered the entire Lingxiao Mountain began to disappear bit by bit from the edge.

Wherever the sword net disappeared, the disciples died because they could not withstand the sword formation.

As soon as Master Xuanji felt something was wrong, he immediately ordered his disciples to retreat.

In the entire sect-protecting sword formation, only less than a hundred elite disciples of the fourth realm withdrew.

At the same time, Bai Zhi swung her sword diagonally, cutting a hole in the powerful sword light of all the sword formations. The blood-red sword in her hand guided the backlash force of the sword formation and hit Xuan Ji Zhenren who was standing in the air.

Suddenly, Xuan Ji's face turned black and white, flashing three times in a row.

In the darkness of the night, only Bai Zhi could see the changes on his face.

Bai Zhi sneered: "Will it be useful?"

With a swing of the long sword, Master Xuanji suddenly felt that a huge rock weighing more than ten thousand pounds hit his chest hard, and the sound of his ribs breaking was heard.

Xuan Ji's body fell from the air, and Bai Zhi was about to take advantage of the opportunity to move in and kill him with a sword.

Suddenly, a thick black and white sword light pierced out from under Xuan Ji's flying body.

The sword came too fast and too swiftly.

Bai Zhi had no chance to react at all, and the long sword formed a circle, turning into a red circle, with a strange light flashing in the blood.

The sword pierced into the red circle.

Bai Zhi and Xuan Ji flew backwards at the same time.

She landed on the ground, took out a white silk scarf, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and murmured:

"It's really a good thing. No wonder it's Lingxiao's treasure."

The woman in black rushed over from behind, landed in front of her, and asked with concern: "Master, are you hurt?"

"No problem! I have killed two sixth-level sword cultivators in a row. I will exercise and regulate my breathing. You protect me and don't let anyone get close to me!" Bai Zhi sat cross-legged, with rainbow light moving on her body like an electric snake. Her rosy face began to slowly turn white again.

On the other hand, Master Xuanji’s situation was much worse than hers.

His entire sternum caved in. Blood began to ooze from all seven orifices. Hundreds of elite disciples fell upon his side, seeing the Master's tragic state. They all assumed he had been killed by the demonic woman, just like Uncle Xuanzhen.

Many people knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

"The master is dead!"

"The headmaster is dead!"

Countless people were disheartened and stood there with their heads down. All the masters had died, and the rest were undoubtedly fish on the chopping board.

Will the Lingxiao Sword Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, really be uprooted and destroyed tonight?

Hundreds of people quietly surrounded Master Xuanji, looking at his face which was as red as gold paper.

Suddenly, Xuan Ji struggled slightly, forced his eyes open, and tried to force a smile to the people around him:

"Don't cry, I'm not dead yet, Ling Xiao is not defeated yet!"