Ninth-level fairy

"Go to Lingxiao Sword Pavilion and prepare to open the Sword Gate!"

When the elite disciples saw that their leader was still alive, their previous dejection was swept away, and excitement and enthusiasm once again enveloped everyone's face.

Xuanji Zhenren's body was immediately lifted up and headed towards Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

At this time, Du Fang's body was not much better than Xuanji Zhenren. Just now, he threw away the black-clothed woman with a palm, but brought the sword that pierced her ribs with him.

Li Qingshuang looked at the long sword that almost pierced through her, her eyes blurred with tears, her hands trembling, and she didn't dare to pull it out at all.

She knew that if she drew the sword, Du Fang would most likely die and not even survive until dawn.

Du Fang looked at her tearful expression, gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I won't blame you if you die!"

"You... hold on!"

Du Fang nodded vigorously. This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury. He had become a cripple and would never be able to practice swordsmanship again in his life. The blood feud had completely become the sea of ​​​​water in his mind.

I can’t repay it in this lifetime.

He wanted to be relieved and also to make Li Qingshuang feel at ease.

Maybe this is how my life will be!

Suddenly, Li Qingshuang gritted her teeth and pulled hard, and a piercing pain came from her abdomen and ribs. Du Fang broke out in a cold sweat. He vaguely saw his father's kind face appear in front of him.

Reached out his hand to him.

His body suddenly felt pain-free, and he felt light and airy, as if floating in the night sky. Father and son walked under the night sky.

Du Fang felt relieved and held his father's hand.

Is death the final destination of life?

Suddenly, a warm white light rose from the sword pavilion under his feet, grabbed his ankle and pulled him back forcefully.

The intense pain re-emerged in my mind.

Du Fang only felt pain all over his body, nerves and bone marrow.

Beside him was the anxious cry of a woman.

It turned out that when Li Qingshuang pulled out the sword just now, Du Fang only let out a slight scream, and suddenly his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Li Qingshuang watched Du Fang's body begin to stiffen and turn cold. She was panicked and took his body to Jiange. The headmaster was there, and at least there might be a chance of a turnaround.

Although Master Xuanji was seriously injured, his complexion was still good, and he reconnected his shriveled ribs with his own luck.

Seeing Li Qingshuang's face covered in tears, he ran into Jiange holding Du Fang's broken body, kneeling on the ground, and kept repeating: "Junior brother is dead, junior brother is dead!"

"Take out the fairy flower!"

It was not until Master Xuanji said it twice that Li Qingshuang woke up from her stupor and immediately took out the fairy spirit wrapped in black cloth.

"Put it on his forehead. This immortal spirit is a divine object from heaven and earth. As long as he's not completely dead, there should still be a chance for him to recover."

As the fairy flower reflected on Du Fang's forehead, a white light suddenly became stronger, piercing through the entire Jiange and piercing into the sky above.

On Lingxiao Mountain, all the people who were fighting were looking up at the pure white light between heaven and earth.

Bai Zhi suddenly opened her eyes: "The fairy has appeared!"

"Let's go!" Behind her, six or seven Yamas dressed in black and wearing bronze masks appeared at the same time.

A group of people rushed towards Jiange.

At this moment, in Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, a panicked disciple rushed in and shouted:

"Lord Longyuan is coming this way!" As soon as the words fell, dozens of elite disciples rushed out at the same time, shouting, "Quickly stop her! Wait for the master to open the sword gate!"

Master Xuanji looked at their resolute figures, and suddenly, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

The pain subsided as soon as it passed. As the headmaster, Xuan Ji was calm and composed. Even when faced with the possibility of the sect being destroyed, he remained calm. He walked to the middle with the Golden Money Sword and shouted:

"Everyone, get out of the way! Jianmen is full of murderous intent!"

Dozens of disciples separated instantly, and Xuanji Zhenren walked to the statue of the ancestor of Jiange, knelt on the ground, and gently opened the sampan.

Then, he took out a black and ancient wooden box from inside.

Everyone present gathered around, wanting to see what this legendary magical object that could open the Sword Gate was.

As soon as the box was opened, Xuan Ji's hands suddenly froze and he could no longer move them. His whole body was frozen.

Sensing something was wrong, someone immediately came over to look at the black box.

The box was completely empty, there was nothing in it.

"Where's the stuff?"

"Why isn't he here?"

Xuan Ji turned around slowly and forcefully, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. He was trembling with anger, his glare sweeping across everyone:

"Who of you took it? Hand it over!"

All the elite disciples looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why the master said this.

Xuan Ji suddenly roared, "This is the key to the Sword Gate. Hand it over!"

Without the key, the Sword Gate cannot be opened. The Lingxiao Sword Sect has no way out. There is a traitor among them, and the traitor has completely blocked the way for all of them to survive.

This thought suddenly flashed through everyone's mind, and a feeling of despair completely enveloped everyone.

The only person who was not affected by this emotion was Li Qingshuang. Du Fang was rescued, but his body was too weak. Li Qingshuang held him in her arms and used her spiritual power to continuously nourish his blood.

The fairy spirit was covered again, the white light disappeared, Li Qingshuang looked miserable, and held Du Fang in her arms. His tall figure seemed very light at this moment.

She suddenly remembered that this junior brother had always been mature since he entered the sect. Every time the elders gave him a task, he could complete it perfectly.

No matter what he does, he is always confident and never refuses. He has been working diligently in the outer sect for seven years.

During these seven years, outer disciples kept coming and going, but this young man stayed.

Although Li Qingshuang seldom spoke to Du Fang, every year after the quota for the fencing competition was announced, Du Fang would go to the pavilion in the back mountain and sit alone for the entire day.

From then on, Li Qingshuang began to feel a little bit of pity for this junior fellow apprentice.

She knew that this young man was very hardworking and ambitious, but the sect's advancement ladder was controlled by the Great Elder. Even though Du Fang always returned tired and bruised, he never complained.

It was not until a week ago when she took out the exquisite spine that she saw Du Fang lose his composure in front of Master Xuanzhen for the first time.

Li Qingshuang didn't feel scared by his furious look at that time, but felt a kind of painful discomfort. He still didn't have a place in the sword competition this time, which meant that in a few months, he would be eight years old and leave Lingxiao completely.

A strange thought suddenly popped up:

If Du Fang had not been so persistent, perhaps it would be his tired figure farming in the fields on the Du family's embankment at this moment.

If it weren't for this journey to the immortal spirit, he wouldn't have been dragged into this situation, his family would have been destroyed, his body would have been disabled, and he would have become a complete cripple.

Thinking of this, Li Qingshuang suddenly pressed her face against Du Fang's blue lips with tenderness.

If Lingxiao survives this catastrophe, how will this junior brother spend the rest of his life?

Will he still have happiness and joy in the future?

A teardrop fell to the ground.