Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 132 Golden Holy Sword

Master Qinghe told many lies, but the only thing he never lied to was:

This place is Chixiaozhou, which is indeed more than two thousand miles away from Zhongzezhou. Du Fang has been looking for a suitable sword all the way.

At this time, Bai Zhi's strength was already much higher than his own, and Du Fang was afraid of what would happen if Bai Zhi really merged her spirit with that of her senior sister, Li Qingshuang, and her spirit power became very powerful.

Bai Zhi's soul power is so strong that she can control the sword spirit before it reaches the ninth level. In addition, the eighth-level magic sword Xuehong in her hand has already cultivated a sword spirit. She can control the sword spirit. Even if she lets Mo Ling completely control her body and exerts her immortal blood to the extreme, she may not be able to defeat him.

If, with the blood and energy of the millions of dead souls in Longqi City, plus the Chengying Divine Sword.

Then Baizhi is definitely no match for her.

When this horrible thought flashed through his mind, Du Fang immediately woke up and slapped himself hard.

This is a very dangerous signal.

Why do I have such a ridiculous idea?

When Mo Ling broke free from the restraints in that three-inch world, Du Fang discovered that his thoughts were also changing.

The evil thoughts that I never dared to think about before now keep lingering in my mind.

He slapped himself hard.

Only he and Li Qingshuang know the secret of the Human Emperor's Tomb.

I know how to absorb the power of the dead souls, what if...

Du Fang didn't dare to think any further and sped up his flight towards Longyuan Sacred Mountain. The most urgent thing for him was to steal his Chengying first.

The Longyuan Sword Sect will definitely take good care of this ninth-level divine weapon.

When flying over a city, Du Fang suddenly discovered.

Above the huge city beneath his feet, black air was surrounding it, sword beams were everywhere, and countless figures of cultivators were flying around. It was as if someone was fighting with swords above the city.

Suddenly.

This was not a group battle, but a one-man battle against hundreds of monks.

Golden sword beams flashed in the sky.

Du Fang saw a familiar figure.

The man's black clothes had been completely dyed red with blood. Almost hundreds of divine rays pierced his body, and blood gushed out, but he did not retreat. A golden light curtain was cut out, and dozens of monks exploded into blood mist in an instant.

Du Fang flew down immediately.

One man alone defeated hundreds of monks and fought to the death without retreating.

Such heroism is truly worthy of admiration.

The handsome face of the man in black was now completely covered in blood, and the skin beneath his black clothes was exposed, having already turned into bluish-white corpse spots.

Among his opponents there are evil cultivators.

When Du Fang's body flew into the battle formation, all the monks suddenly stopped their swords. Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly flew into the battle formation with a look of surprise.

Several black-clad grandmothers shouted at the same time:

"Where did this wild cub come from!"

Du Fang took a look.

Three people, three people who don’t look like human beings.

His face had the pale bluish color typical of a dead person, and when he smiled his teeth were black, as if they had been stained black by eating countless maggots from the grave.

The knuckles on his hands were bony and white.

The three of them were dressed identically, had identical looks, and even their facial expressions seemed to have been conjured into being the same.

They are all dressed like old ladies.

Du Fang knew that this was an illusion. These three people must be evil cultivators who dealt with the dead.

He turned around and looked at the handsome man in black holding the golden sword, and smiled:

"City Lord Lu, it's been a long time since we last met at Lingxiao Mountain!"

The black-clothed figure was none other than Lu Wushuang, the lord of Wushuang City. On that day at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, when the Lingxiao Sword Sect was planning to leave for Jinghai, they were suddenly stopped by City Lord Lu and Xingluo City Lord.

Chen Luo, the lord of Xingluo City, had his arm cut off by Du Fang's sword, and died at Bai Zhi's hands along with the eighth-level artifact, the Jade Axe.

Lu Wushuang was let go by her.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang's face was filled with astonishment as he stared at Du Fang:

"Fairy?"

Du Fang smiled and said, "City Lord Lu, it's really a narrow road for enemies to meet!"

Lu Wushuang's astonishment faded, and a bitter smile came over him. He said slowly, "It's better to die at the hands of immortals than to die with these rats! Come on, I'm already prepared!"

He had witnessed Du Fang's spiritual power with his own eyes. Even Chen Luo, who was holding an eighth-level artifact, was no match for him. At this time, he had already been injured. It was better for him to die at the hands of Du Fang than at the hands of those traitors.

Du Fang said calmly: "I don't want your life. You blocked Ling Xiao's way that day. Your crime is not punishable by death, but you must leave the sword in your hand!"

He took a fancy to the golden holy sword.

The weapon that has climbed the stairs seven times has already acquired a hint of divinity!

Lu Wushuang laughed, bursting into laughter. He raised the golden holy sword above his shoulder and shouted, "You are also a sword cultivator. You should know that if the sword falls and I die, without this sword, I am no longer a seventh-level sword cultivator. Come on!"

Without waiting for Du Fang to make a move, he roared, and an extremely sharp golden blade of light whizzed down and shot towards Du Fang's eyebrows.

At the same time, the hundreds of monks flew away immediately, seemingly in tacit understanding.

Even though the tiger is injured, its power remains.

After all, City Lord Lu is a sword cultivator who has reached the seventh level. He has been the city lord of Wushuang City for more than sixty years and is extremely powerful. This fight before his death must be extremely terrifying.

Sure enough, Du Fang suddenly felt that the entire earth and space began to shake, and the golden holy sword on Lu Wushuang's body triggered all the sword formations in the city.

Countless sword beams flew out from Wushuang City.

Lu Wushuang had originally intended this attack for those who betrayed him.

But now, a more terrifying opponent appeared and disrupted his deployment.

He had witnessed the magical power of the fairies with his own eyes, and this attack contained the essence of his sword skills.

"kill!"

Du Fang suddenly activated his immortal blood and energy, which transformed into a big hand and directly grabbed the golden light.

Lu Wushuang suddenly choked, and his golden sword light pierced into the bloody hand and suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the sword that he had held in his hand for almost a hundred years began to tremble uncontrollably for the first time.

The immortal's blood and energy directly took away his golden holy sword.

Du Fang stood in the air, holding the golden light in his hand, and said with a smile:

"What a great sword! It's indeed a seventh-tier divine weapon!"

Lu Wushuang was heartbroken, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell directly from the air.

Du Fang didn't go to see him. He didn't know when his heart became much harder than before. In the past, he always went against his will and disdained to do things like killing people and stealing treasures.

But now, he did it calmly, without any burden.

Now that he had the Golden Holy Sword, Du Fang had no plans to stay.

The internal strife in Wushuang City was already destined when the Lord of Xingluo City sacrificed his own monks. It was a retribution today.

Just about to fly away on his sword.

Lu Wushuang's voice suddenly rang out in the city, "Brother Du Fang, please come down and sit down!"

"no need!"

Du Fang refused directly. He invited me at this time just to use my power to intimidate the hundreds of retreating monks. He was not interested in this old fox.

He saw clearly.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Lu Wushuang called out again:

"Lord Longyuan is about to ascend to the ninth realm. Don't you want to know the inside story?"