Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 235 9 Death Shocking Mausoleum Armor

Du Fang finally looked up and looked at Yuan Ying, the ninth-level powerful ghost in front of him.

She was dressed in black and wore a phoenix crown. Her beauty was no less than Bai Zhi's behind her. She had a cold expression and no trace of regret on her face.

This was a ruthless character. When she killed all the Judgements and Death Knights of the Seven Realms of the Ghost Clan, there was not a trace of sorrow on the woman's face.

She was dressed in black, which wrapped up her exquisite figure, especially her long legs. Although tightly wrapped in the gauze, they were round, straight and beautifully curved. If the men present had not been shocked by her vicious means, they would have already taken a peek at them.

Yuan Ying also looked at the man who fell from the sky in front of her. He was dressed in red, completely like a woman, but his face had the firmness and strength of a man. The two auras mixed on his body made people feel uncomfortable and as if he was neither male nor female.

In his hand was a steel sword that was as ordinary as it could be, not some divine weapon.

Yuan Ying did not underestimate him because of this sword.

There was a faint black and red aura on the sword.

Unlike all the sword cultivators she had seen, the sharp murderous aura on this sword made her feel very uncomfortable. Yuan Ying's beautiful eyes did not look at Du Fang, but only at the long sword in his hand.

There was no blood groove on the sword, and it was even impossible to see his level of cultivation.

But Yuan Ying knew very well that the Lingxiao disciple standing opposite her in red was at least a strong man of the same level as herself.

The portal was refined by the ghost clan's divine object, and it cannot be destroyed unless it is an imperial weapon.

And this man named Du Fang directly cut the bronze portal with one sword, and then cut the judgment of the sixth or seventh realm into black gas with another sword, which was absorbed into the sword body.

Yuan Ying already had a vague feeling that this person's strength was not inferior to her own, and it was vaguely like the legendary immortal power.

He cut off his own red silk with one sword, and he used the most ordinary steel long sword.

Yuan Ying slowly squatted down and drew out a blood-red sword from the dragon spine behind her. She was not only a ghost cultivator, but also a sword cultivator. Unlike those righteous sword cultivators, she had infused ghost energy into her sword.

Red light was constantly flowing on the long sword. She looked at Du Fang coldly and said coldly:

"What should I call you? Du Fang or Xian Ling?"

In her impression, only Guiyuan Sword Sect and Tiannan Sword Sect have powerful warriors in the ninth realm, and only powerful warriors in the ninth realm can have such a huge imperial aura.

Yuan Ying had fought with both of these people before. Before the fight, Yuan Ying did not dare to conclude whether this legendary immortal body that had already reached the imperial level could reach the status of emperor.

But in the ten years since Yuan Ying was born, he has made a great name for himself in the other three continents and is not afraid of these strong men from Nancangzhou.

"Call me Du Fang. Also, are you going to send my friend back, or do you want me to go to Jinghai myself?"

As he spoke, his aura changed. This was the first time he used the power of immortal spirits without the help of Mo Ling.

With the long sword in his hand, as he finished speaking, a majestic aura continued to surge from him.

Yuan Ying suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Xianling, hehe, do you really think that just because you're an immortal, you can enter the Realm Sea? In the past five thousand years, no one has ever been able to come out of the Realm Sea, not even a highly accomplished immortal!"

She raised the blood sword in her hand and said slowly:

"I've been hearing legends about fairies since I was a kid. I heard that you feed on the blood and souls of living beings. But seeing you today, I never thought you'd look like this. You're actually a hermaphrodite monster that's neither male nor female."

Du Fang did not get angry. He had already accepted this appearance and knew that at the end of the words was a desperate blow.

They are all strong men, without any fancy moves, just like the dragons and chi of the demon race, victory or defeat is decided with one strike.

"If you refuse to hand over my friend, then I have no choice but to go to Jinghai and see if you, the Spirit and Ghost Clans, are as strong as you boast!"

"You destroyed our precious portal and obstructed our Ghost Clan's thousand-year plan. You will die today!"

"We don't know who will live and who will die yet!"

Du Fang laughed, and before his laughter died down, he suddenly stood up, flipped into the clouds, and with a wave of his hand, sent everyone into the back of the fortress.

If two powerful ninth-level warriors fight each other, these people might become cannon fodder.

Du Fang's whole body was filled with sword intent, and he seemed to have returned to his peak state when he had just emerged from the Black Spirit Abyss and was holding the magical weapon Chengying in his hand.

The ordinary steel long sword was gradually filled with a black aura.

Du Fang suddenly thrust his sword into the sky——

A black sword with unparalleled killing power spanned the sky. The purple color of the morning light shone on the sword, and the black and purple energies continued to linger and entangle.

This deadly weapon that looks down upon the world and its almost invincible immortal power reappears once again.

Du Fang transformed his body into a sword and suddenly stabbed the woman in front of him:

——Flying Immortal Slash!

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Bai Zhi's face suddenly turned pale and she was stunned.

That was the Longyuan Sword School, a move she had figured out herself, the Feixian Jue.

Once on the top of Longyuan Mountain, he cut Du Fang down with one sword, forcing him to flee underground. Now, this man who had once been struck by the power of this sword actually imitated it and used it.

This is the most proud and powerful sword move of the Baihuang Lord of the Longyuan Sword School. This sword move is tangible but not material. It is not supported by the Taoist Jade Purity Breath, but is filled with fairy magic power.

Turn the sword into a cut!

Bai Zhi smiled bitterly and shook her head. Du Fang, as a disciple of Lingxiao, was indeed extremely smart. He deduced the use of this sword move from the wound.

The only difference is that the internal energy of the crushing sword moves is different.

This Flying Immortal Slash contains countless black and red immortal magic powers, which is completely different from the Taoist breath of the Longyuan Sword Sect, but its power is not inferior at all, and even surpasses it.

Yuan Ying sneered disdainfully:

"Come on, let me test what the strong men of Nancangzhou are like!"

His body flew up, and the blood sword in his hand suddenly grew larger, about several dozen feet long. The red blood light on the sword covered the sky and the earth.

The sword blade completely cut through the void and slashed towards Du Fang's body.

Under such a huge sword light, Du Fang's body was so small. Under the huge sword light filled with blood, he looked weak and helpless.

At this time, in the promotion fortress, the remaining disciples and elders of the Iron Fan Gate exclaimed in unison, and everyone saw it.

Inside the fortress, one could still feel the overwhelming might of the sword, which made the hairs on his body stand on end and his heart tremble.

When his sect leader Yu Congxiu was fighting with the powerful ghost, such a huge and magnificent sword power was not used at all.

Before Yu Congxiu could let Yuan Ying use his full strength, the Iron Fan Sect was destroyed and its leader died.

Looking at the sword power that could only be seen in legends, countless people turned pale and kept muttering in their hearts - the nine-level strongmen of the two pillars of Jinghai were actually so powerful.

Countless people were amazed and looked at Du Fang at the same time.

Many people were worried about whether this feminine man, Du Fang, a disciple of Lingxiao that no one had ever heard of, could withstand the devastating blow.

Bai Zhi, however, looked calm as she looked at Du Fang's figure in the sky.

In him, she seemed to see again the ninth-order divine weapon that slashed towards her immortal platform on the top of Pinjian Tower on Longyuan Divine Mountain that day.

She knew very well that even if Du Fang did not have a ninth-rank divine weapon in his hand, the ordinary weapon in his hand, supported by the power of immortal spirits, would not be a match for Yuan Ying, who was in the pseudo-ninth realm.

Sure enough, the thought just came to mind.

In the sky, Du Fang's entire body suddenly turned into a black and red sharp blade, rushing out from the huge red sword light.

His body turned into a sword, and the sharp light on the sword broke through the air.

Wherever it passed, the vast pressure emanating from the sword turned all the red sword light into gas and dissipated it.

The sword thrust out, and the red blood blade in Yuan Ying's hand suddenly disappeared.

She immediately screamed loudly -

Nine deaths shocked Lingjia!

The body was like a swimming fish, flying out from a layer of armor plates. At the same time, these fallen armor plates seemed to have their own life, and they formed nine bony dragon armors that flew out and collided with the ancient sword light that was stabbing at them.

Pierce

Du Fang stopped, put away his sword, and with a calm expression, he silently took off the so-called armor from the sword and threw it down casually.

Yuan Ying, who was standing in the distance, had a flash of regret in her eyes.

This protective armor was not easy to come by and took countless efforts, but I didn't expect that it still couldn't withstand the power of the sword of the fairy opposite.

Under this move of 'Flying Immortal Slash', the blood sword in his hand shattered and his protective armor was pierced.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and escaped from the armor, he would have been penetrated to the bone by now.

Du Fang smiled and looked at Yuan Ying who was not far away:

"How about the swordsmanship of my Lingxiao Sword School? This move, the Flying Immortal Slash, was taught to me by my uncle Xuanzhen." He stared at Yuan Ying with a mocking smile:

"Who is the living and who is the dead now, the female cultivator of the Ninth Realm of the Ghost Clan?"

Yuan Ying snorted coldly and shouted:

"It's not over yet, young lady, you've only just shown off your skills. Now, it's time for you to be reduced to ashes."

She sneered, took off the phoenix crown on her head, and an ancient jade tree reappeared.