Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 428 Monster Fusion

The two red-robed swordsmen respected Du Fang very much. After arriving at the battlefield, they placed him on the highest point of the mountain, leaving him with a wide view to watch the battle. They were afraid that something might happen to him, so they even left one person behind.

Another person swung his sword and joined the battle.

At this moment in the battlefield, Mu Dao Ren and Jin Ge Zhu were leading the way, followed by three eighth-level sword cultivators, all wearing mixed robes. They should be the spies deployed by Long Yuan here.

Five people formed a small sword formation.

On the other side, Shi Chen was holding the black sword 'Cheng Ying' in his hand. There was a golden thread wrapped around the hilt of the sword. At the other end of the golden thread was the Master of the Golden Pavilion who was dressed like a monk.

Five sword beams were constantly shining in the sky. A huge bone hand blocked the five sword beams. The bone hand was pressed so hard that it made a sound of cracking joints.

I only heard Mu Daoren say loudly:

"Shichen, if you don't let go, tomorrow I will gather the elite of Longyuan and directly destroy the nests of your thirteen major bandits. Everyone in the nest will be killed!"

At this moment, Shi Chen was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak. At this moment, a faint aura of death was emanating from his entire body, like green smoke, constantly swirling around. On his face, the only intact skin was now oozing with sweat.

The opponents were two ninth-level warriors and three eighth-level masters. He originally wanted to replicate the previous scene and plant the plague in their bodies with the air.

did not expect--

Once Long Yuan's five-man sword formation was formed, water could not get in and air could not get in. It was like a blood-colored shield that covered the five people at the same time and protected them from harm.

What was even more bizarre was that the power of the Longyuan Sword Sect's swords seemed to contain some kind of adsorption force. The dust in the air was completely absorbed by the five sword beams, which in turn fueled the rising sword beams and forced them to retreat step by step.

Shi Chen turned around and glanced at Du Yi, who was still calm and composed.

He didn't understand why, at this extremely critical moment, Sixth Brother didn't take action and launch a thundering attack to drive back these strong men.

Soon, Poison Wing's reaction gave him the answer.

As the two sides were in a stalemate, a blood-red sword beam a hundred feet long, carrying a sharp murderous intent, fell from the sky and slashed directly towards Shi Chen's head.

The power of this sword is no less than the combined power of the two swords of Mu Dao Ren and Jin Ge Zhu on the opposite side.

The red-robed Dragon Abyss Ninth Realm Sword Cultivator said coldly:

"Monster, evil creature, dare to touch the Lord of the Wilderness's divine weapon, you are simply courting death!"

"Don't let go!"

The blood and murderous intent in the sword light had just reached Shichen's head. Suddenly, a green claw stretched out from behind his head and caught the sword light. With a clench of white fingers, the sword light suddenly disappeared.

I heard Du Yi stand up and said with a faint smile:

"This is the divine sword that the Human Emperor used to split the Immortal Realm apart. When did it become your personal property, Lord Longyuan Baihuang?"

"Who are you?" The red-clothed swordsman put away his sword and appeared in front of the two men.

There was arrogance in his eyes, and he didn't take the two of them seriously at all.

"Master Sword Servant, he is the sixth among the thirteen major pirates in Jinghai, Du Yi, who is the King of Bat Wings!" Mu Dao Ren's status seems to be lower than this person, but he actually calls him Master Sword Servant.

The red-robed swordsman nodded indifferently and stared into Poison Wing's eyes: "I've heard of your name!"

"It doesn't matter whether you've heard of it or not. This divine sword has been ownerless since the death of the Human Emperor. The powerful people in the world have been tempted by its name. Now that you have come to our territory today, I'm sorry, this is a gift from heaven, so I have to take it!"

"presumptuous!"

The red-robed swordsman was furious and raised his bloody sword again.

Taoist Mu shouted, "My Longyuan Sword Sect is about to unify the Nine Continents. We have tens of thousands of powerful warriors under our command. Do you really intend to resist to the end? With the strength of thirteen people, you are going to take on the entire Longyuan Sword Sect?"

Poison Wing Smile:

"I dare not. Lord Baihuang has killed gods, and he truly deserves to be the number one in Jiuzhou. Since the battle with Taiwei, there has been no one who can rival him. Unfortunately, you have forgotten that among the thirteen gods under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, the three strongest gods have never performed any miracles until now..."

"How dare you look down on Lord Huang? How dare you look down on me, Long Yuan?"

Taoist Mu was furious and wanted to chop the man in half with a sword, so miserable that he couldn't escape.

"Since ancient times, all the proud and outstanding have died at the hands of the gods. For thousands of years, there has never been an exception. Even the former proud and brilliant Emperor Longyuan Qingdi fell at their hands. Although Lord Baihuang has lofty ambitions, I... still don't think they will..."

Du Yi's voice was neither hurried nor slow, as if he had everything planned out.

"You thirteen bandits are resisting so stubbornly, coveting our Sword Sect's divine weapon. Could it be that you are being instructed by those thirteen Soul Breakers?"

The red-robed swordsman suddenly spoke and retracted his sword.

He had this doubt because he participated in the previous battle.

Now, this is the only place he can think of that can go against the powerful Long Yuan.

Unexpectedly, Du Yi sneered and shook his head in disdain, saying, "You frogs in the well, do you know what is buried under this sea of ​​​​realm? Have you ever seen creatures from ten thousand years ago? Unifying the nine continents, hehe, such a ridiculous dream! Even the Lord Baihuang wouldn't dare to climb the Jingshen Peak that stands in the center of the sea of ​​​​realm!"

"presumptuous!"

The two red-robed sword servants roared at the same time, flew over, and stood in front of Du Yi.

Du Yi glanced at them with disdain and said softly, "Since I became a master, I have never fought against a high-level swordsman from Shenzhou. Today, let me see just how powerful you, the Ninth Realm warriors, are!"

He slowly squatted down and took off his cloth robe.

The two strange runes on his face suddenly turned fluorescent, and gray hair began to grow continuously on his entire light green face.

At the same time, on his back, a pair of fleshy wings suddenly flapped a few times.

As the wings flapped, his two outstretched animal claws suddenly and slowly fell off, turning into two bare hands that were whiter and more beautiful than a woman's.

"This...what is this?"

Everyone was stunned, as they had never seen such a strange technique before.

Du Yi chuckled and said, "This is the cultivation technique that my elder brother discovered while exploring and understanding the Dao in the mines. Today, I will let you see the fruits of his Tao!"

He folded the clothes gently and put them in his arms, as if afraid that they would be damaged.

After everything was cleaned up, what appeared before everyone was a strange mutated monster that looked neither human nor monster.

The hair of the deformed body began to grow rapidly and turned into a ball of hair. Inside the ball of hair, the pair of beautiful jade hands touched the deformed body one by one, and the hair on the deformed body began to burn.

After the flames burned off all the hair, what was revealed was a plump, rosy-skinned man who looked like Young Master Jia Jia Yu.

The only thing that didn't look like a human was that the pair of fleshy wings suddenly began to grow bright feathers.

Like a birdman, he soars into the air.