Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 157: Jiyun Sword

From the very beginning, when Baizhi took away the imperial weapon, the Star Sea Pearl, which suppressed the ancient beasts.

The Longyuan Sword Sect had already foreseen the birth of the immortal.

From the time he left the tomb to the time Bai Zhi mobilized five or six thousand disciples to take the yellow bird away, the millions of people in Longqi City had become blood food in the eyes of Lord Baihuang.

What a horrible and cruel idea.

Baizhi, however, implemented it step by step and made it happen.

Is this the Longyuan Sword Sect's century-long plan to create the method of Nine Realms Sword Cultivation?

His body suddenly shuddered.

No!

Absolutely not!

He must stop this bloody massacre.

That's a million lives, and so many families are going to disappear and be broken.

He didn't want the scene that happened in Xingluo City to happen again.

Could it be that Lord Baihuang really dared to risk the wrath of the world and ruin his reputation in order to use this evil method to enter the Ninth Realm? Du Fang suddenly smiled bitterly.

How ridiculous is the secret of this Human Emperor.

If this secret is revealed, one will be punished by heaven and die, just like the ancestor Chang Qingzi.

But it can be done without being blamed by heaven at all.

Is this really the way of heaven?

At this moment, Lu Wushuang suddenly shouted: "That...that person...how come he looks exactly like you, brother?"

Du Fang glanced over and finally saw the man standing in the middle of the sea of ​​blood.

Wearing a Taoist robe, with a woman's face.

The figure and face are almost exactly the same as mine.

No wonder, no wonder Dan Lao pretended to be Bai Zhi. In this bloody massacre, it was he, the immortal spirit, who bore the blame.

Tomorrow, Lord Baihuang will enter the Ninth Realm and become a true powerful being of heaven and earth.

And he himself was the culprit who killed millions of lives in Longqi City.

This is a very good calculation.

A sinister thought suddenly emerged in Du Fang's heart:

"Do you want to enter the Ninth Realm? Do you want me to take the blame for you? I will not grant your wish and prevent you from entering the Ninth Realm!"

His body soared straight into the sky and headed towards Bai Zhi who was in the sea of ​​blood above Longqi City.

That is Baizhi's true form.

At this moment, the pressure on his sword reached its peak.

The sword's light illuminated the entire night sky, and a murderous aura filled the air. All living things prostrated themselves on the ground, looking fearfully at the black and red blade in the sky.

——The Divine Sword from the Primordial Era——Chengying

A vast and majestic sword power emanated from his sword, making a long and trembling sound.

At this moment, Du Fang felt as if his whole body had merged into the heaven and earth. All the spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged into the tip of his sword. The rainbow light continued to grow stronger, almost covering the entire mountain.

"He wants to leave, stop him quickly and don't let him disturb the Lord of the Wilderness!"

Bai Bufan shouted sharply:

Two sword beams shot out from behind at the same time, heading towards Du Fang's back.

These two eighth-level sword cultivators from three hundred years ago, if they don't take action, it's fine, but once they do, they use their strongest sword skills.

This sword is a combination of two swords, without any sword moves, it is purely a competition of who has deeper sword intent and who has more powerful sword understanding and cultivation.

Looking at the two old men who have almost recovered to their peak and are radiant again.

Feel the cold and sharp sword energy behind him.

Du Fang seemed to have returned to the state of mind he had when he went to Lingxiao Mountain, the state of mind before he suffered repeated setbacks and was humiliated by reality.

He waved his hand and released his strongest sword intent.

Clear and sharp whistle:

Jiyun Sword——

This was the first move he learned from the Nine Sword Techniques, the immortal spirit within and the outer cultivation.

He didn't kill the fairy's flower soul, but he never gave up the nine secrets of external cultivation.

However, every time they fought, they used the blood and energy of immortals to fight, and there had never been such a competition between sword intent.

These two great masters of Longyuan are the strongest sword masters of the eighth realm.

Naturally, using sword intent is the most effective killing move that can break their hearts.

With a light whistle from Du Fang, the sky, which was shrouded in strong murderous intent, suddenly rolled up countless clouds, black clouds, white clouds, and colorful clouds. All the clouds condensed into the size of water droplets and converged into the tip of the Chengying sword.

Du Fang's thin body pierced through the night sky.

The two sword intentions collided in the air, causing violent sparks to burst out, and the air seemed to be burning.

This space also shook three times as if it had exploded.

Bai Bufan took a step back in mid-air, his body swaying.

Zhuang Bucheng looked at the swaying body, flew forward, and shouted anxiously, "Be careful!" After just this one sword fight, he could see that Bai Bufan was at a disadvantage.

He pushed Bai Bufan away.

The nine elders at the back took over at the same time.

Bai Bufan looked at Zhuang Bucheng who came forward again. This time, he did not call him "elder", but only shouted: "Senior Brother..."

Even with the combined efforts of the two, they couldn't take down Du Fang.

If he went up alone at this time, it would be tantamount to committing suicide.

For the glory of the Longyuan Sword Sect and to send Lord Huang into the Ninth Realm, someone must hold Du Fang back at this time.

Zhuang Bucheng, however, looked relieved and said, "This is a duel between her and me, three hundred years late. Today, I will protect the glory of my Longyuan Sword Sect!"

Bai Bufan's body suddenly stopped.

He knows and understands.

This senior brother of his has dedicated his entire life to swordsmanship. He fights for the glory of Longyuan, and even values ​​it more than his own life.

When Bai Bufan woke up, he knew that his senior brother had woken up more than sixty years earlier.

I have been practicing sword skills for years just for this day.

He also knew that this was a romance between men. If one really wanted to reach the pinnacle of kendo, he would naturally understand that kendo was never a matter for three people!

Du Fang was about to leave.

He had already vaguely seen that under Longqi City, countless tiny blood threads and wisps of wandering souls began to flow into the blood cloud in the sky.

Countless cultivators, swords flashing everywhere.

Once the body comes into contact with those tiny blood vessels and white souls, it will immediately fall from the air. Before it hits the ground, it will turn into blood and white soul.

They were all absorbed by the blood-red clouds above the sky.

Above the Blood Sea and Styx Killing Formation, the sword hidden in the middle continued to flourish and grow stronger.

That was the sword spirit sucking the blood and soul of living beings.

Du Fang's eyes were bloodshot as he turned and walked up, stepping directly onto the clouds.

There, he saw a white figure.

That's Angelica dahurica

——Pure and beautiful,

His eyes were full of greed, murderous intent, and madness.

And under the clouds was her incarnation, transformed into the appearance of Du Fang.

Du Fang was about to sacrifice his sword——

Suddenly, a dangerous aura came from behind.

At this moment, Zhuang Bucheng seemed to have condensed all his life's sword energy into this sword and slashed towards Du Fang's body.

Du Fang suddenly turned back——

Bai Bufan gathered his energy again and wielded his sword. An extremely thin and light sword beam shot out from his magic sword and pierced into the sky. In the dark night sky, it seemed as if a bit of starlight came through the pierced sky and landed on his sword.

This time, the sword in his hand no longer expanded rapidly, but instead emitted a faint starlight as long as three feet two inches in his hand, and the sword body continued to tremble.