Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 158: Ascending to the 9th level

Du Fang had seen this sword.

Bai Zhi had previously used this very move of the Flying Immortal Sword to severely injure herself at the top of Longyuan Divine Mountain.

At this moment, Zhuang Bucheng's Flying Immortal Technique was lighter and more agile than Bai Zhi's previous performance.

It’s like the ultimate determination of kendo!

This sword brought out almost all the essence of the Feixian Jue.

This is a sword power at the peak of the eighth realm. It has been cultivated for nearly three hundred years, just for this sword of revenge. This sword is to completely kill the enemy of the previous life, Mo Ling.

Suddenly, like a sharp blade cutting tofu, Zhuang Bucheng just held his breath and gently swung out a sword.

It seemed as if he had cut a crack in the space, the green sword light turned completely black, and the red and black sword light had already appeared in front of Du Fang.

The murderous aura of this sword is truly unavoidable.

Lu Wushuang and Bai Bufan, who were standing on the ground, looked up at the sword at the same time.

A tear suddenly welled up in Bai Bufan's eyes. That was his senior brother, one of the two pillars of Longyuan three hundred years ago, and one of the two great sword protectors of the sword sect.

After the failure in the sword fight, he went from being a vigorous and energetic young man of thirty to a listless, listless, and haggard man overnight. Within a few years, he became hunched over and looked very old.

Only I, who had seen his heroic spirit in those days, could understand how much of a blow that sword fight had been to this senior brother in flowing white robes.

This battle of revenge is destined to be a fight to the death.

Zhuang Bucheng's old and hunched body suddenly became young when he swung the sword, and his face was glowing with youthful spirit.

At this moment, it seemed as if I had returned to three hundred years ago.

A peak realm that belongs to him.

Du Fang looked very solemn as he looked at the sword that was coming towards him.

Du Fang raised his voice and took a deep breath, his voice was light and clear, and he used the second sword among the nine sword techniques he had learned: - Wind Return Sword -

His voice was light and excited.

Before he finished speaking, all the strong winds within a radius of dozens of miles swept in, crushing trees and houses, and swelling rivers. Countless debris was blown up by the strong wind and could not withstand the force of the agitation, so it shattered into powder.

The power of heaven and earth pushed the magic sword Chengying in Du Fang's hand. The sword light flew out, pierced through the red light with incredible speed, and penetrated into Zhuang Bucheng's eyebrows.

On Zhuang Bucheng's calm face, suddenly countless streams of blood flowed out from his pores, instantly covering his entire face.

Bai Bufan cried out in a mournful voice: "Senior Brother..."

An extremely calm, indifferent, and free-spirited voice came into everyone's ears as Zhuang Bucheng's body swayed and fell.

"Finally—I still didn't get to see your third sword!"

Bai Bufan hugged him and suddenly burst into tears.

In the distance, countless cultivators fled in panic. The Blood Sea and Styx Killing Formation had been completely formed. The magic sword in the blood cloud had completely pierced the sky with its sword light.

The tip of the sword entered the void.

In Longqi City, countless people's bodies were sucked into mummies, weathered, disintegrated, and turned into ashes and powder.

The blood and soul were like a whale sucking water, and like a vast galaxy, they flew out of the city and converged towards the magic sword in the sky!

Du Fang only took a glance, just a glance.

The sword spirit has taken shape and pierces the void.

Nine golden yellow lights flew out from the void and landed on the magic sword.

At this moment, the killing has come to an end.

Bai Zhi's ninth-order sword spirit has been completely formed.

It was too late for him to stop the complete slaughter.

Above the city of Longqi, countless red lights are still hanging, and those lights that once illuminated thousands of homes will no longer exist.

Du Fang knew this deep pain.

He fell down silently. At this moment, there was no joy of victory, only endless sorrow.

Bai Bufan's eyes were filled with pain: "You...you killed my brother..."

Du Fang glanced back at the blood sea and dark river killing array in Longqi City and said with a wry smile, "You killed one million human beings..."

"These people's relatives, sons, and parents all died in your Longyuan's century-long plan!"

"You sacrificed so many people just to forcibly create a ninth-rank swordsman..."

Zhuang Bucheng suddenly coughed violently a few times and looked at Du Fang approaching, his eyes full of pleading and earnestness:

"Xianling, Du... Du Fang... Can you tell me what your third sword is called?"

Du Fang said calmly: "No!"

"Why, don't you want to fulfill his dying wish?"

Bai Bufan roared.

Du Fang smiled contemptuously:

"If you two hadn't stopped me just now, perhaps I could have stopped this massacre and catastrophe. But you two, who have lived for three hundred years... have become accomplices in the slaughter of living beings!"

Du Fang smiled bitterly and said, "Those dead souls will not forgive you, and neither will I!"

A look of shame suddenly appeared on Zhuang Bucheng's face, "I'm... I'm sorry... to those people, and I'm sorry to you... but Long Yuan..." His face was full of guilt, his neck tilted, and his body suddenly softened.

Du Fang's sword cut off all his chances of survival.

Under the falling light rain, Du Fang walked out silently. From tonight on, the chaos of immortals will surely begin.

But this time, the immortals were not causing chaos, but were not really immortals.

From this moment on, the Longyuan Sword Sect finally had a true sword cultivator who had entered the Imperial Realm. In the Jiuzhou Continent, any Imperial Realm sword cultivator stronger than Bai Zhi would be defeated by the blood and souls of countless living beings!

With the blessing of the blood and souls of millions of dead souls, in the future sword fight, Dazhuguo Changying will definitely be defeated by Baizhi.

And I will take the blame.

Lingxiao's disciple Du Fang, this name will spread throughout the Qingxuan Continent and every place in Jiuzhou from tonight.

Lu Wushuang followed.

Du Fang originally wanted to drive him away, but now, this so-called Lord Lu has become his only witness.

He took Lu Wushuang with him and flew up on his sword. Suddenly, a long roar to the sky came from behind him:

"what…………"

Lu Wushuang didn't say anything. He also understood the spirit of sacrificing himself for the sword, and understood the failed elder, the guardian of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

For those who practice swordsmanship, dying by the sword is the best destination, like a general on the battlefield or a scholar on his desk.

Sword, battlefield, desk.

It has been their best destination since ancient times.

They devote their entire lives to the things they respect and love.

Live and die together.

In the distance, the void had closed, and all the sword practitioners had escaped without a single one left.

The beautiful Bai Zhi holds the Blood Rainbow Demon Sword.

On the magic sword, nine clear golden marks were shining. Bai Zhi swung the sword and slashed directly at the sky. Nine skies reappeared in the night sky.

A black void appeared in every piece of sky, and a purple divine thunder was emitted from nine huge eyes in the void.

Nine heavenly thunders struck Bai Zhi's fragile body at the same time.

This is a thunder tribulation. Only those who have truly entered the ninth realm will be recognized by heaven and earth.

In that sea of ​​thunder, except for the cultivator himself, any cultivator who enters will be crushed into powder and turned into ashes by the divine thunder.

Du Fang stared blankly, and Lu Wushuang sighed softly:

"Is this the heavenly tribulation that comes with reaching the ninth level?"