Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 156 The Way of Sword Fighting

Bai Bufan said hatefully:

"Of course, today is a battle of life and death, a battle of victory and defeat. I don't believe that the thousand-year heritage of my Longyuan Sword Sect can't withstand the immortal power of your six months."

He looked at the skinny old man and said:

"Respected elder, let's go together and kill this brat to avenge the death of our sect members!"

Du Fang laughed wildly towards the sky and said:

"You talk about how powerful your Longyuan Sword School is, but it turns out you also need to use the majority to surround the minority."

Bai Bufan snorted coldly:

"Do you think I'll be fooled by provoking you with a few words?"

The grey-robed old man called Zunlao suddenly looked at Bai Bufan and said, "Old Bai, please step aside. When it comes to sword fighting, Long Yuan's sword skills are never inferior to others!"

He stood up proudly, and a burst of vigorous sword energy suddenly burst out from his originally shriveled and hunched body, as if a trapped and dying beast suddenly burst out with the captivating aura at its peak.

Bai Bufan looked at the sword energy and said in astonishment, "Brother, you... are also a swordsman who has reached the eighth level?"

The elder finally nodded slowly:

"For over sixty years since I awakened, I have never neglected my cultivation, keeping a low profile, all for this day. Back then, I fought for glory for the sect, but was defeated by others. Today, I will wash away this shame!"

He looked at Du Fang, his eyes filled with endless depth:

"You still remember me, don't you?"

Du Fang looked at him carefully and said, "I don't remember!"

The elder smiled bitterly and said:

"Of course you don't remember. How could you possibly remember? Two hundred and eighty-three years ago, I was just a defeated opponent of yours. How could you possibly remember me? But since I woke up, Fairy! I haven't forgotten you for a single moment. Even in my dreams, I still see you."

Du Fang suddenly had an idea in his mind:

There was actually a vague concept in his mind.

Is this Mo Ling's predecessor? Although the memory is very unclear, he seems to have seen the elder in front of him somewhere in his previous life.

"That sword fight back then?"

"Indeed, two hundred and eighty-three years ago, during the Nine Continents Sword Competition at the Yellow Crane Tower, vying for the title of Sword Champion, you disguised yourself as the Green Emperor and defeated all the sword cultivators from the Nine Prefectures. You were incredibly famous, and countless people hailed you as Nancang's most outstanding swordsmanship genius!"

"You hadn't fallen into immortality at that time, but do you remember that when the eighth round was about to be the fourth round, you struck me with a single sword strike, from my left shoulder to my right waist, and knocked me off the stage?"

Du Fang was in a trance. He vaguely remembered the great competition at the Jiuzhou Altar in the Qingxuan Continent many years ago. At that time, he was full of vigor and energy, having just broken through the ninth realm. He looked down on all the sword skills in the world and was arrogant and conceited.

His consciousness began to become cloudy. Was this Mo Ling's memory from his previous life?

still?

Did his soul and memories completely merge with Mo Ling after entering the realm of celestial transformation? Could it be that Mo Ling's memories were also his own memories?

The elder before him slowly unbuttoned his clothes. A streak of dark red muscle stretched outward across his upper body, slashing from his left shoulder to his right waist, the sword cutting deep into the bone. The wound was horrific.

He gently closed his clothes, and the black green sword shook. In his hand was a sharp blade as clear as autumn water and with a green aura, three feet and two inches long. The sword seemed to have met an old friend, and it made a trembling sound of joy.

"Three hundred years later, I, Zhuang Bucheng, will once again learn from your immortal power!"

The elder named Zhuang Bucheng flew forward. Du Fang suddenly shouted:

"and many more!"

"What are you waiting for?"

Du Fang asked, "Even for ordinary sword cultivators in Jiuzhou, even if they reach the ninth level, their lifespan is only about three hundred years. Why haven't you reached the ninth level? And why are you still able to live so long?"

Zhuang Bucheng said calmly, "This is the secret of my Dragon Abyss. I failed in the sword fight and felt ashamed of my brothers. I sealed myself in the spiritual spring and was only awakened sixty years ago..."

Du Fang's eyes suddenly turned to Bai Bufan, "You two are both eighth-level sword cultivators, and both have the character 'bu' in their names. But how could people of the same generation be sealed in the spiritual spring together?"

Bai Bufan also nodded: "I woke up only three years ago. Respected elder... Senior brother is older than me..."

Du Fang sighed:

"With this divine technique, the Longyuan Sword Sect is deliberately hiding its strength. Is it naturally for your century-long plan?"

They both nodded at the same time.

"What is your century-long plan?"

Du Fang smiled. Of course, he couldn't ask the answer from these two people.

Bai Bufan remained silent, but Zhuang Bucheng said:

"It's okay to tell you, that is, within these hundred years, we will create a ninth-level genius, become the great pillar of Nancangzhou, and fight for supremacy in the world!"

"Your Lord Baihuang has invited Changying of the Great Pillar State to a duel. Does that mean he is absolutely sure to break through to the Ninth Realm within that day?"

"Correct!"

The two said at the same time.

Du Fang looked at the blood-red aura rising from the distance like a chimney.

"Are you going to use the blood of this ancient beast to break through?"

"You are very smart!"

At the same time, Lu Wushuang suddenly screamed and shouted:

"help me!"

Du Fang had just started to move when he suddenly felt a very strong suction behind him. He turned around in horror and saw the three huts behind him.

A blood-red vortex gradually rose, and in the vortex, countless rich blood energy turned into a red blood energy that was about two meters thick, spinning up into the sky.

The vortex was almost like a black hole, immediately sucking everyone into it.

Bai Bufan screamed and roared, "Retreat!"

The nine sword-wielding elders simultaneously retreated, their bodies standing far away in the night sky.

Half of City Lord Lu's body had been sucked into the vortex of blood and energy.

The long sword in Du Fang's hand suddenly shone with light, and he slashed the vortex with one sword.

A crack was cut in the blood and qi.

He flew down directly and pulled Lu Wushuang out of the whirlpool.

At the same time, this vast, surging blood energy merged into the night sky.

At this time, it was above Longqi City.

The blood energy of the yellow bird began to merge with the three blood energies, and the entire night sky was covered by a red ocean.

Lu Wushuang thanked him first: "Thank you, little brother!"

When the two of them saw the huge and vast blood-red ocean above the city, they were suddenly stunned:

"What is this?" Du Fang asked in confusion.

Lu Wushuang gritted his teeth, his face pale: "This is the lost killing formation in the prehistoric times, the Blood Sea and Styx Killing Formation!"

As soon as Du Fang heard the word "killing formation", he felt something was not right.

"Is this a murderous formation?"

Lu Wushuang's face was filled with a sad and bitter smile: "This is a killing array for sacrificing lives. Tonight, millions of lives in Longqi City..."

He didn't say anything else, but Du Fang's mind had already become clear.

In the middle of the sea of ​​blood clouds.

A red sword kept disappearing in the middle.

Appearing and disappearing from time to time.

He finally understood Bai Zhi's intention, and a sudden pain emerged in his heart:

No wonder, after Bai Zhi lost the sword fight at Lingxiao Mountain, she took away Senior Sister Li's body, and Li Qingshuang's soul was forcibly merged with her.

And the secret in the Human Emperor's Tomb, that is, the secret of using the dead souls to sacrifice to the spirit of the weapon and forcibly improve the realm, was known by Bai Zhi.

Perhaps, Lord Baihuang already knew it.

Or perhaps, just like he integrated Mo Ling's memories from his previous life, he also integrated Li Qingshuang's memories.

And in Li Qingshuang's mind, there is the secret method of refining the sword spirit with the life blood soul.