Ninth-level fairy

Chang Qingzi's body was extremely swift. He immediately turned over, lunged forward, bent his body again, and then turned over again.

With three consecutive, incredibly swift movements, he dodged the three powerful sword energies. Chang Qingzi's body sprang up, and a green Dao diagram rose in his palm.

He cursed, "They are just three dead men. What can you do to me? I don't believe that I can't kill you today!"

He held the Dao diagram in his left hand and drew the sword with his right hand, slashing at the three sword slaves.

A cold laugh emanated from the mouth of a skull, "Chang Qingzi, back then you were nothing more than a worthless piece of shit in the pseudo-eighth realm. You wasted your place in Jianmen, but after entering, you didn't dare to leave. You were as timid as a mouse. This describes people like you..."

Chang Qingzi flew into a rage, as if someone had hit a sore spot. He shouted, "Ku, you guys are so powerful, yet you still died here. I'm no match for you. I've lived well for two hundred years! Who is the loser?"

Before he finished speaking, Chang Qingzi suddenly jumped up and fell down with a long scream.

The sinister voice said, "Now that proves you're a loser, doesn't it? You've lived for two hundred years and haven't made any progress at all!"

Du Fang saw clearly that the direction from which the skeleton's sword came out was almost from an incredible angle, which was completely beyond everyone's expectations. What was even more evil was that the sword was too fast and too swift, and it pierced Chang Qingzi's waist like a physical object.

Du Fang pulled him away and dragged him away, asking anxiously, "Master, how are you?"

"It's okay. These are the sword slaves of the Excalibur. If we don't kill them, the Excalibur will hide in the candles and we won't be able to see it, and we won't be able to get out of here!"

"Want to go out? Won't you stay with us?"

Another skeleton began to sneer.

Du Fang pulled him out of the sword pavilion and saw that his wound was pierced from his back ribs and out from his left abdomen. Chang Qingzi kept using Xuanqing Daoqi to try to heal it, but the death energy on the sword kept sizzling and constantly expanding his wound.

Du Fang asked anxiously, "What should we do?"

Chang Qingzi suddenly gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and took out three pills from somewhere. After swallowing them, the Xuanqing Taoist aura began to cover the wound again.

This magic medicine was very effective. The gray deathly aura disappeared, and not only did the bleeding on Changqingzi's body stop, but his wounds also healed quickly.

Du Fang was envious in his heart, "Is this the magic of the alchemy monk?" A wish emerged in his mind that when he got out of here, he would also learn alchemy.

These three pills seemed extremely precious. Chang Qingzi's face twitched and he looked very unhappy.

When looking at the three white skeletons inside Jiange, Du Fang suddenly discovered that as long as they did not enter Jiange, these skeletons would not move, but would float in the air, with the ghost fire in their eyes flickering.

"They are dead things after all..." Du Fang smiled inwardly and asked, "Grandmaster, do you think that after the candles burn out, will these sword slaves disappear?"

Chang Qingzi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes filled with longing. "It will definitely disappear, but..."

"But what?"

"These sword slaves are enslaved by the spirits of the divine swords. Just like fully grown ginseng, once the candlelight goes out, no one knows where they've gone. Finding them is almost harder than climbing to heaven!"

His face suddenly brightened: "These are evil spirits. Try using your blood. Maybe it will work wonders."

Du Fang retorted, "Why don't you try it with your own blood?"

"I've already tried it, and it doesn't work!" Chang Qingzi said, "If you don't try, we won't be able to get out of here... Your senior sister will also be in danger..."

Du Fang began to hesitate: "How should I try? Let these skeletons stab me with their swords?"

He didn't want to suffer physical pain anymore. This body was much more sensitive to pain than the tough body in his previous life. Moreover, his movements were far less swift than Chang Qingzi's. What if... he was stabbed through the heart, then he would be really finished.

Chang Qingzi pondered and said, "I'll go up and hold these three bastards back. You try dripping three drops of blood on the candle. Whether it works or not depends on this one!"

"it is good!"

Du Fang immediately agreed, saying that having someone as a shield was much better than taking risks alone.

Seeing Du Fang agreed, Chang Qingzi was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he immediately turned over and swept the sword at the skeleton in the middle.

As soon as the skeleton swung the sword, the sword's force was still strong, and it immediately swung another sword to chop at another one.

Taking advantage of this gap, Du Fang immediately bit his finger, rolled over, and dripped blood accurately onto the candle.

With a "hiss", the flames went out and a white skeleton disappeared from the air.

When two drops of blood go in, the two skeletons disappear.

Du Fang felt relieved and bit his finger again, just about to drop it in.

The skeleton holding the sword suddenly became furious, and with a powerful Yin energy, it split Huashan with one move, cutting off his head. This sword frightened Du Fang so much that his soul flew away. Unexpectedly, Chang Qingzi immediately shouted: "Hurry, he's trying to run!"

This ghostly creature actually used a feint, its blade still powerful, and its body shrank, nearly disintegrating in flames.

Du Fang immediately gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed his wrist, and blood seeped into the last candle.

The aura around him suddenly dimmed.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly began to shake, the purple light disappeared, and the world returned to darkness.

Du Fang felt as if the entire world was turning upside down and rolling backwards. He vaguely saw the entire building of Jiange turn into a black dot, disappearing from his sight. At the same time, Chang Qingzi's doubtful voice could be heard from his ear:

"There's a sword spirit here, so why isn't there a divine sword body? Could it be... really wrong?"

"Shut your damn mouth. You're still thinking about that crap at this time..." Du Fang cursed angrily.

The darkness beside him suddenly disappeared, and as soon as the words fell, a purple aura rushed out into the sky, directly piercing through the dome of the fairy palace and reaching the sky.

A majestic and vast sword energy emanated from this purple light.

The light was so dazzling that the two of them couldn't open their eyes.

"It's out, it's out!" Chang Qingzi knelt on the ground excitedly, his lips trembling: "The divine sword that has been nurtured for ten thousand years has finally been born! I've been waiting for it!"

Du Fang covered his eyes. At the bottom of the purple light was a purple fairy flower, exactly as he had imagined.

Purple Spirit Flower——

This time is different from all previous broken mirror incidents.

In the flower spirit with dazzling purple light, there is a hilt one inch wide and three inches long. There is no sword body. It is faintly aura and hangs in the flower spirit.

Just as Du Fang was about to reach out to grab it, Chang Qingzi suddenly flew up, opened his arms desperately, and pounced on the hilt of the sword.

"Something bad is going to happen!" This was the only thought that flashed through Du Fang's mind:

Suddenly, a terrible roar came from Chang Qingzi's mouth, and at the same time, there was a spurt of black blood. His whole body was shaken away by the power of immortal spirits.

Lying on the ground, barely breathing, he was still mumbling:

"Excalibur! My Excalibur!"