Ninth-level fairy

Bai Zhi just felt dizzy and her eyes were dark.

Seeing that her body was about to die under these dozen long swords, suddenly -

A cold light flashed, and at that moment, the Blood Rainbow Divine Weapon that was thrown to the ground suddenly rang out softly, as if it had intelligence, and it jumped up lightly like a living thing. The sword was horizontal, and a powerful pressure emanated from the sword. The sword light directly blocked all the sword beams that were stabbing at it, and then fell into Bai Zhi's hand, carrying her body and escaping rapidly from the night sky.

It turned into a red light in the night sky, flew away like a shooting star, and disappeared into the depths of the night.

Lin Fang stood there blankly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The anger completely disappeared, and what surged in my heart was only endless despair.

Du Fang knew that he would never be able to avenge this hatred in this lifetime. If he missed this great opportunity today, there would never be such a godsend opportunity again.

A feeling of despair completely enveloped him. Du Fang's body tilted and he fell to the ground exhausted.

Li Qingshuang saw his pain, walked over from behind, picked up the star plate on the ground, put it in Du Fang's arms, picked up the fairy flower, tore off a piece of her own cloth, covered it with it, and put it in her arms.

She was very smart and after seeing Bai Zhi's miserable condition, she guessed that these two things could not be held in one's hands at the same time.

When Lingxiao's star disk came into contact with the fairy flower, it became the terrifying, half-human, half-ghost appearance that Baizhi had just had.

Sect Leader Xuanji should have known this long ago and bet on this ultimate attack. He did not trust the wrong person.

Moreover, this time, Master Xuanji finally made the right bet.

But at this moment, Xuanji Zhenren's face did not show any joy after defeating the enemy or escaping a disaster. Tears streamed down his face, and he hugged Lin Xiu tightly, sobbing softly:

"Master...Master was not wrong about you..."

Lin Xiu still had a trace of consciousness:

"Master, you... think so highly of me that you've entrusted our sect's treasure to me. How could I bear this?"

Li Qingshuang had just walked over when Lin Xiu saw her. There was actually a hint of shyness on her rosy face: "Senior Sister, you don't blame me, do you?"

"I don't blame you! I was wrong about you just now... I'm sorry..." As she said this, she looked at his already shattered body and suddenly couldn't stop sobbing.

"That's...good..." A hint of relief flashed across Lin Xiu's face.

Lin Xiu suddenly started coughing violently. Xuanji Zhenren hurriedly said, "Xiu'er, take a break before we talk..."

"It's too late..." Lin Xiu's eyes were always looking at Li Qingshuang, as if he could never look enough, and seemed to want to remember this look in his heart.

Seeing her crying for him, Lin Xiu actually smiled a little.

There is no dying sadness in the smile, only endless satisfaction:

"Senior Sister...you...you come here..."

"A little closer..."

Lin Xiu looked at Li Qingshuang's tearful face and suddenly became mesmerized. After staring at her for a long time, she said, "It's been ten years since I first saw you!"

"Ten years?" Li Qingshuang was a little confused. This was the first time she saw this disciple taught directly by her uncle. How come Lin Xiu said that they had known each other for ten years?

Lin Xiu knew he was puzzled, so she explained, "Ten years ago, I didn't have the talent... I couldn't enter the spiritual world, but that day, I saw you..."

"I had no choice. My whole life, I wanted to join the Lingxiao Sword Sect and practice swordsmanship with you. Unfortunately, I didn't even have the talent for the Qingling Pagoda. Later, I joined the Longyuan Sword Sect. Although the Sword Master Bai Zhi was cruel to outsiders, she was very kind to the disciples within the sect. I won her favor..."

"Junior Brother Lin, take a break before we talk..."

Looking at his rosy and excited face, Li Qingshuang knew that this was the last glimmer of life before death. His speech began to become fluent and his thoughts became relaxed.

"No...no...please listen to me..." Lin Xiu suddenly became excited, fearing that Li Qingshuang would not listen to him.

"Master Xuanji disregarded the sect's rules and secretly accepted me as his disciple. I am very happy, but being a disciple of two sects and spying on the intelligence of both is too difficult. I often go up the mountain, but I can't see the light. I can only see you from afar, and I am satisfied. This life has not been lived in vain!"

"I'm so happy today to be able to fight alongside you... But it's a pity that I'll never see you again..."

His pupils began to dilate, "Senior Sister Li, I have liked you for ten years..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and there was no breath coming in or out.

Lin Xiu is dead.

Li Qingshuang squatted there blankly, not knowing whether she was sad or happy.

The shouting and killing sounds in the distance gradually died down. The Lord of the Wilderness was defeated and the thirty-six Tiangang sword cultivators no longer had the will to fight. Although the disciples of Lingxiao were at a low level, they were all fighting bravely and blood-thirsty. Even at the moment of death, they wanted to bite off a piece of flesh.

Every disciple in white had red eyes and fought fiercely without caring about their lives.

Just now, Longyuan's sword master Bai Zhi killed hundreds of disciples with one sword, among whom were his relatives and friends. In front of every Longyuan sword master, there were several Lingxiao disciples surrounding and hacking him to death.

After the thirty-six Tiangang sword cultivators, there were many independent cultivators, evil cultivators, divine cultivators, and cultivators of swords, spears, and magical weapons.

Everyone fought fiercely, their eyes red, with a reckless abandon. There were the cries of the dying, the groans of those shot in the back, the mournful cries of steeds, the neighing of mounts, the sparks of swords clashing, the splattering of bones and steel.

After the sword energy is exhausted, it will be a brutal close combat.

This scene is like the Asura hell——

The blood and flesh flying everywhere cannot describe the tragedy, and the limbs and flesh being torn apart cannot describe the cruelty.

Although there were many people involved in this fight, it lasted a very short time, just like the most beautiful flowers, which often do not bloom for long.

Although the battle was short, it was extremely brutal.

All over Lingxiao Mountain were dead horses, broken flags, broken guns and stumped limbs.

The blood dyed the clear stream blood red, and the cracked land on the ground became soft after absorbing the blood, but this softness seemed extremely sad.

The vultures circling in the sky kept screaming miserably until the last few people left.

Then he swooped down and rushed towards the fresh flesh and blood.

The rising morning light shone on the water, but the blood-red surface no longer reflected the blue sky or the white clouds. Only the statues of the Three Pure Ones on Lingxiao Mountain sat on the mountainside, as if accustomed to the carnage and fighting in the human world.

Taoist Master Xuanji was supported by someone and sat on the Yunhai Square, watching this bloody and tragic scene.

There is no sadness or joy in my heart.

Now is not the time to be sad and despair. He is the only senior member left in the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect. If he becomes depressed at this moment, the remaining disciples of Lingxiao will lose their faith and backbone. The entire thousand-year-old sword sect will be completely disbanded from now on, and Lingxiao Sword Sect will be removed from the Nine Divine Continents.

"Ring the bell!"

"All the surviving disciples, come to Jiange!"

Xuanji Zhenren stood up, his expression dignified, and ordered sternly:

At this moment, he felt a piercing pain in his body, but he didn't even make a sound and slowly walked towards Jiange.

He can't fall!

Absolutely not!

The sounds of Huangzhong and Dalu rang out slowly, echoing throughout the Lingxiao Mountain.

All the surviving disciples looked up at the Sword Pavilion when they heard the bell. At the top of the Sword Pavilion, the master in a purple robe stood in the morning breeze, his robe rustling in the wind.

His figure remained motionless.

Under the Sword Pavilion, there are only about 700 disciples left after this war.

The majority of those who remained were low-level disciples who did odd jobs, served in the kitchen, and chopped wood.

The inner sect elites had been wiped out, with only less than thirty or forty people left. Each of them had their white robes stained with red blood and brain marrow. Some were missing hands, some were missing arms, and some had their ears and wrists cut off. There was almost no one intact.

The low-ranking outer disciples and menial disciples also had their clothes stained with blood.

Many people were lying on the ground and were carried over.

The Xuanji Sect Master waved his hand and shouted, "Take the Dao Meridian!"