Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang was silent. This sword really couldn't exert its power in his hand. If it was true as Chang Qingzi said, Bai Zhi used the power of immortality to enter the Eight Realms, then his immortal body would definitely be coveted by her.

The tragedy that he personally experienced on Lingxiao Mountain that day, that bloody scene will be repeated again.

If he could still sacrifice his own blood and exhaust the power of his bloodline to die together with the seventh realm sword cultivator,

Then, as for the opponent who has reached the eighth level, I have no power to fight back at all. Moreover, Chang Qingzi said that there are even more mysterious powerful people at the peak of the ninth level in Longyuan Sword Sect.

That is almost the same realm as Brother Mo. Among the nine divine continents, he is almost a person who can walk sideways.

In the entire Shenzhou, there are no more than twenty such sword cultivators.

At this time, all the disciples were looking forward to it, their eyes full of eagerness, hoping that Du Fang could take care of the overall situation, hand over the magic sword, and let the ancestor Changqingzi show his divine power and protect Lingxiao.

Countless people looked over.

And the headmaster Xuanji looked even more embarrassed.

Forcing Du Fang to hand over his sword at this time means completely standing against this disciple.

If someone forced him, Du Fang could justifiably accuse him, but this silent pressure made him feel extremely heavy.

Now, the best choice for Lingxiao's survival is the strongest weapon in the hands of the strongest person.

Changqingzi is undoubtedly a better existence, and everyone understands this truth.

Seeing Du Fang silent, Chang Qingzi suddenly said:

"I'm not trying to seize your sword. I just want to get familiar with it temporarily. It would be best if Longyuan's Baizhi doesn't come. If she does, Lingxiao Sword Sect will be in dire straits. I just hope to borrow your sword to save Lingxiao from danger."

Du Fang finally said, "Are you really just borrowing the sword?"

Chang Qingzi suddenly knelt on the ground, looked at the statue of the Three Pure Ones, and swore solemnly:

"I, Chang Qingzi, a disciple of Lingxiao, swear a blood oath before all the ancestors. I borrow the sword today only to preserve the Lingxiao bloodline, not to covet the divine sword in Du Fang's hands. Once I have used it, I will return it immediately. If I break this oath in the future, I will be punished by heaven and earth!"

As he spoke, blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground.

After he swore so much, Xuan Ji was the first to stand up:

"Du Fang, I think... how about you borrow the master's sword to test it out first? The master swore a blood oath. As an elder, he will never swallow anything from you. Besides, there are so many disciples here watching..."

Du Fang was hesitant and looked at Li Qingshuang.

Li Qingshuang bit her lip, neither nodding nor shaking her head. She probably felt the same as Du Fang at the moment.

Chang Qingzi walked up to him and said gently, "Although we had some grudges in the ancient tomb, we share the same aspirations to preserve Lingxiao and glorify the Sword Sect. I'm lending you my sword now just to try and see if I can defeat the Lord of Longyuan..."

"Once you've tried it, return it immediately, absolutely within an incense stick of time!"

"Is it really only one stick of incense?" Du Fang asked, feeling a little relieved.

"All disciples and juniors are here. As your ancestor, how could I possibly lie to you youngsters?"

Someone had already lit the incense. Changqingzi led everyone out of Jiange and walked to Yunhai Square, looking at the clear and bright Lingxiao Mountain.

"This is a good place, let's test our swords here! Brother Du Fang is watching over us, so we can rest assured!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands.

Du Fang hesitated a little, but still slowly placed the sword in his hand and whispered:

"I hope you won't forget your blood oath!"

"Absolutely not!"

Everyone began to step back, their faces filled with excitement as they watched Chang Qingzi step onto the sword-fighting stage.

The top swordsman who has reached the eighth level holds a ninth level divine weapon in his hand. Can the power of the sword really be unleashed as the higher the level, the more powerful it is?

Almost everyone is looking forward to it.

Only Li Qingshuang came over, stood behind Du Fang, and gently hooked her fingers around his hand.

Feeling that touch of tenderness, Du Fang turned around and said with a smile:

"how?"

"I'm a little worried!" Li Qingshuang looked worried.

"What's there to worry about? It's just a stick of incense. He can't do anything fancy!"

Li Qingshuang shook his head and suddenly said to Du Fang:

"Or, you go first!"

"Where are you going?" Du Fang was very curious. It was just a test of the sword, and there were countless disciples here. The reason why he borrowed the sword was that when he was attacked out of kindness, it was Changqingzi who took action and killed the sixth-level elder Longyuanqiu.

Although he was very dissatisfied with him, Du Fang still remembered this favor.

At this moment, Changqingzi's face was full of high spirits. A huge dark green Taoist diagram rose from above his head, instantly covering the Yunhai Square.

Everyone exclaimed "Oh" and expressed sincere admiration.

Xuanji Zhenren was even more excited. The size of the Xuanqing Dao Diagram was the dividing line between the levels of Lingxiao's cultivation. He could only withstand the length of a sword at most.

But the ancestor Chang Qingzi in front of him could almost cover the entire square.

At this time, all the Lingxiao disciples felt a sense of security in their hearts.

Lingxiao's eighth-level swordsman is absolutely the genuine article, a true master who has reached the pinnacle of the eighth level.

A clear and quiet sword sound came from the magic sword, and the Chengying magic sword in his hand suddenly began to beat gently.

A strong blood energy emerged from the tip of the Chengying sword, and this blood energy transformed into a human face in the Taoist diagram.

Seeing that huge human face, everyone's expressions were suddenly stunned and surprised. Everyone turned to look at Du Fang.

Du Fang was wondering when Li Qingshuang suddenly said in a low voice:

"This person's face looks very much like you..."

The Xuanqing Daotu in the sky suddenly began to shrink, forcibly twisting and squeezing the human face, and slowly pressing it into the sword body.

Chang Qingzi suddenly jumped up and flew into the clouds. A cold murderous aura trembled and jumped from the sword. Suddenly, there was no sound of any living creatures chirping on Lingxiao Mountain.

As soon as this magic sword was summoned, the vitality of all living beings was suddenly sucked away.

Countless black death energy and bright blood energy in the air converged towards the Chengying sword like a violent storm.

Du Fang felt nothing, staring blankly at the sky, a thought flashed through his mind:

"Is the power of this sword so terrifying?"

Suddenly, Li Qingshuang screamed and said, "My face... my face..." Du Fang turned around immediately and saw that Li Qingshuang's entire fair face suddenly turned very red.

He panicked and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, everyone on Yunhai Square felt their faces swelling, and even their hands were itchy.

When they suddenly looked at each other, they both screamed:

"What's wrong with your face?"