Ninth-level fairy

“I’ll go first…I’ll go first…”

Several people were vying to take action.

Du Fang smiled slightly and suddenly said, "No need to argue, just come together!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped.

Lingxiao's disciples looked pale and worried. Xuanji Zhenren bit his lips, showing both joy and sorrow, while Fangcheng's face was filled with shock and astonishment.

This Junior Brother Du Fang was just a cultivator of the second realm three months ago, and hadn't even entered the Sword Gate. How could he suddenly dare to speak so arrogantly and say such ignorant words to so many masters of the fifth and sixth realms opposite him?

Doesn't he know that these are all top cultivators who kill without blinking an eye and are at least at the fifth level?

Or is it that Junior Brother Du Fang has gone crazy?

At this time, Longyuan's Taoist Priest Qiu snorted coldly and said:

"Go ahead, chop this ignorant brat into pieces! He's allowed to act so arrogantly in front of Elder Longyuan!"

Four of Longyuan's fifth-level sword cultivators raised their red swords at the same time.

On the sword body, the words "Longyuan" were clearly engraved.

As soon as Du Fang saw these two big words, his eyes suddenly turned red. He could not forget the tragic scene when his elder brother, sister-in-law, and niece died in Dujiakanzi.

In order to force the immortals to answer, Long Yuan turned ordinary people into human pigs and nailed them to the ground. He even did not spare his three-year-old niece and drowned her in a jar.

New and old grudges made Du Fang lose his mind in an instant.

Du Fang suddenly roared and rushed into the four people. Each sword strike was more ruthless than the last, and he fought with a life-threatening style.

Every time the sword was struck, it chopped and cut, and the sword never left the throats, heads, and vital parts of those people, taking advantage of the inertia of the four people trying to grab the sword.

Du Fang jumped up and pounced, stabbing one man's thigh with his sword. He then swung his sword back and pierced another man's body with his long sword. At the same time, he swung the Chengying sword in his hand back and cut off one man's wrist.

Screams were heard immediately.

Du Fang launched a surprise attack and these people had no time to react at all.

With the blessing of the immortal blood, Du Fang's muscles at this time were almost abnormally fast and could not be seen by the naked eye.

In everyone's eyes, there was only a faint purple mixed with black and red sword energy.

The protective qi of these sword cultivators was like cutting tofu with a knife in front of the magic weapon "Chengying" and was completely vulnerable.

These usually arrogant fifth-level sword cultivators were now like ants. Two of them had a look of terror on their faces at the same time. They stopped and began to retreat continuously.

Taoist Priest Qiu shouted sternly, "Go ahead! Don't retreat!" He then looked at the people behind him and said calmly, "If you don't go ahead now, what are you waiting for? Once we get the Immortal Flower, everyone will have a share!"

When they heard the words "Everyone has a share of the fairy flower", everyone's face was filled with greed. Except for Taoist Qiu, the other thirteen people all rushed forward and joined the battle.

These are all evil cultivators, demon cultivators, and evil ghosts from the fourth and fifth realms.

In an instant, Du Fang fell into a disadvantage. Above the Yunhai Square, there was a gloomy atmosphere and black smoke, covering the entire battlefield.

The bone banner, the demon-slaying sword, various magical instruments, and underworld instruments kept rolling in the black fog. Suddenly, a golden spirit tower shone on Du Fang's head.

Du Fang felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and he could hardly breathe.

In the square, except for Chang Qingzi, everyone looked uneasy and stared at the battlefield without blinking.

Master Xuanji looked even more worried and kept touching his nose.

He was very clear about Du Fang's cultivation level. He had always been a second-level sword cultivator. This time when he entered the Sword Gate, he didn't know how many levels of the so-called immortal power he had cultivated.

I don't even know whether this fairy power is as terrifying as the legend says.

The people on the opposite side were all peak cultivators of the fifth realm, and their magical weapons were even more varied, surrounding Du Fang in the middle.

There is also the most powerful Elder Qiu, who is a sixth-level swordsman in Lingxiao. His sword skills are even better than his own.

In the past few months, Xuanji Zhenren's cultivation level of the sixth realm has been almost destroyed, and he is almost like a disabled person. He wanted to go up and help in the battle, but he was unable to do so.

Master Xuanji looked back at the disciples who had already become disabled.

These disciples' cultivation is too low, and going up there would mean they would die.

At this time, Xuanji Zhenren finally noticed Changqingzi. He saw that Changqingzi was also naked on the upper body and half in a Taoist robe on the lower body, but the fairy air on his body made people feel respect.

"Who is this person? His cultivation is so high that even I can't see through him?"

Xuan Ji was feeling doubtful when suddenly changes occurred on the battlefield.

In the rolling black fog, suddenly a thick, vast blood-red aura penetrated the black fog and rushed into the sky.

A murderous intent emanated from the center of the battlefield:

Chang Qingzi's face was full of approval, and he sighed softly, "This is the power of the immortal spirit!"

Before he finished speaking, the black fog above Yunhai Square suddenly dissipated, and all the black fog was sucked into the sword in Du Fang's hand. The majestic and vast life force emanated from the sword body of the magic sword 'Chengying' in his hand.

Everyone was stunned, staring at the scene in disbelief:

Du Fang, sword in hand, his face a rosy red like a woman's rouge, walked out of the battlefield. Behind him, twelve people suddenly froze in place, as if their souls had been instantly extracted.

As Du Fang walked out and gently wiped the blood off the sword, the bodies of the twelve people suddenly changed.

Everyone's face was filled with astonishment, their clothes were tightly stuck to their bodies, and their entire bodies suddenly began to

Shriveled, like a dried corpse that had been drained of air.

The originally rosy and fair faces of these people quickly sank, turning from red to purple, and from purple to black. The skin on their faces stuck to their bones, and their shapes looked like skulls.

At the same time, extremely fine blood scent began to flow in the air, continuously flowing out from these people and merging into the black and red sword in Du Fang's hand.

Du Fang sneered, feeling the aura of these people getting weaker and weaker. Wisps of white smoke mixed with red blood gradually flowed into Du Fang's palm, and a cool feeling kept flowing into his mind.

This feeling is both familiar and strange.

Taoist Priest Qiu's face was full of disbelief, and he screamed:

"This...what kind of magic is this..." His voice trembled and his face was full of disbelief.

All of Lingxiao's disciples were stunned by the horrifying scene before them.

I almost forgot that I was the winner and even forgot to cheer.

At the same time, corpse spots began to appear on the faces of these twelve people, and then they wrinkled, and their bodies continued to shrink. Finally, they turned into a black dot the size of a soybean and sank into the tip of the Chengying sword.

Above Yunhai Square, the twelve people who were alive just now disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, without even leaving their bodies.

Du Fang put away his sword and stared at Elder Qiu of Longyuan with his blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.

This is a true sixth-level swordsman. Du Fang had seen him when they were fighting for the fairy flower.

You cannot fall down until the danger is over.

Looking at this devil filled with murderous intent, Elder Qiu suddenly trembled, knelt on the ground, and begged, "Master Dao...Master Dao, spare my life. We are blind and don't recognize a master. Please let me go!"