Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 373: Xuanniao Sword Spirit

The three women drew their swords at the same time. Ji Hongying stepped back and the black staff in her hand drew three consecutive streaks of black mist on the ground.

The sword light was immediately swallowed up by the black fog.

Li Yuqing sucked in a breath of cold air. The three sword energies all had the strength of the Immortal Three Slashes.

This old woman was so terrifying, and what was even more bizarre was that the black mist spread by the black staff in her hand could devour the killing power that a sword cultivator had accumulated throughout his life, using his spiritual power as a guide.

What the hell is this?

Where did the White Lord of Longyuan get this body from? In just fifteen years, he has become so powerful. Li Yuqing was shocked and couldn't help but look at the old man.

Ji Hongying's expression returned to its indifference. She glanced at the three women indifferently and scolded them slowly:

"You are not worthy of my attack. Call Zixiao out!"

"You are not worthy of calling me Master!" Zuo Yuheng was hot-tempered and flew out first. The purple light on his sword turned into an extreme, but it did not have the hundred-foot sword light that a top-level warrior in the ninth realm should have.

This sword was ordinary, but the killing power on the sword turned into a dazzling point only the size of a fingernail.

It was dazzling and pierced Ji Hongying's eyebrows.

Li Yuqing couldn't help but admire his senior sister.

As the eldest of the three sisters, Zuo Yuheng had rich combat experience. When she saw that the sword light was not effective, she immediately changed her attack method.

Li Yuqing knew that this was a sword technique that used a single point to break through the surface.

They were both great figures in the Three Immortal Slashes Sect, with cultivation at the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm. Zuo Yuheng had almost reached the age of a hundred when she entered the Ninth Realm, and all her cultivation of hundreds of years had been transformed into this one sword.

This sword embodies the essence of the Taiwei Sword School.

In the Taiwei Sword Sect, countless female disciples stared at the tip of Zuo Yuheng's sword with hope on their faces, hoping that this one sword strike could put an end to the old woman.

As long as this sword slave is killed, the countless sword cultivators of Longyuan behind him will be leaderless.

What I never expected was that it happened in front of everyone.

A withered finger stretched out from Ji Hongying's sleeve, and just flicked the purple point, and the sword in Zuo Yuheng's hand suddenly shattered into countless pieces.

The speed of this hand has almost reached the limit.

Zuo Yuheng's sword is fast, but this hand from hell is even faster.

The faces of the Taiwei girls changed drastically at the same time. No one had expected that in just one round, the sword in the hand of one of the three strongest people in the sect would be broken into pieces.

This is simply...unbelievable.

You should know that the kind of divine weapon in Zuo Yuheng's hand was made by sword cultivators who spent hundreds of years searching for divine objects from all over the place and went through all kinds of hardships.

Although the sword in Zuo Yuheng's hand is not an imperial weapon, it is also an extraordinary divine weapon.

The sword spirit had already been refined within the sword body.

"Go to hell!" Zuo Yuheng threw away the hilt of the sword, drew a very fast shape with his hands, and pointed his middle finger at the top.

Du Fang could hardly see what they were doing with their hands.

The broken sword had not yet fallen to the ground and was scattering in the air when suddenly, a bird's cry was heard. The cry was clear and pleasant.

What surprised everyone was that purple air flew out from the broken sword and instantly turned into a huge purple bird.

"Sword Spirit! It really is a sword spirit!"

Someone was screaming in the sky. It was Long Yuan's sword-cultivating disciple. The divine object that countless powerful men in the Ninth Realm dreamed of was actually cultivated by Tai Wei's female sword-cultivating disciple.

No wonder they were surprised.

The black bird spread its wings and flapped them once, and Du Fang's eyes suddenly became dizzy. He even saw that the space in front of him began to distort.

Everything has become crooked.

Meanwhile, Ji Hongying just snorted coldly.

Looking at the huge purple bird, it swooped down at an incredible speed.

"Taiwei actually has such a strong person. I underestimated you!" As Ji Hongying's voice faded away, a black mist immediately appeared on her body, covering her entire body.

Li Yuqing seemed to have figured out something and immediately screamed, "Senior Sister, quickly take back the sword spirit!"

However, it was too late. The black mist suddenly opened up and turned into a bloody mouth, directly swallowing the purple bird.

The black fog gradually dissipated, and Ji Hongying's cold face reappeared.

Zuo Yuheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The battle between the strongest warriors was so swift and quick. They didn't even release the sword light, but directly attacked the enemy with the spirit in the sword.

Unexpectedly, the black mist on Ji Hongying was even more weird.

Even such a powerful sword spirit was of no use. Li Yuqing rushed forward and helped her senior sister up.

Only those who have entered the Ninth Realm like them would understand how terrifying it would be if the sword spirit was destroyed, not to mention that there were three equally powerful sword slaves behind this old woman.

How many secrets does the Longyuan Sword Sect have?

Du Fang was stunned.

The term "Sword Spirit" was no longer unfamiliar to him.

In Longyuan City, Bai Zhi, who was once the head of Longyuan Sect, already had this unholy technique of refining weapon spirits. He would never forget it.

Millions of Longyuan citizens were sacrificed in Baizhi's blood sea and dark river killing formation.

She refined those millions of dead souls into the sword spirit of Mo Hen in her hand.

From the moment Zuo Yuheng's purple Xuanniao sword spirit appeared, Du Fang knew that Zuo Yuheng was no match for the old man in front of him.

This kind of Xuanniao sword spirit is simply refined from the soul of an alien species from the ancient times.

But the Longyuan Sword Sect is different. It uses human soul power as a guide. He knows how terrifying the refined sword spirit is, ever since he passed through the Netherworld Space of the Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang.

Du Fang already knew that the power of human ghosts, like the spiritual power cultivated by ascetics, is also the original power of this world.

Although Long Yuan's Green Emperor, Bai Qingyu, brought the art of refining sword spirits out of that space more than a thousand years ago, no one who has passed down this art in the world can match the purity of Long Yuan's direct teachings.

Only Long Yuan possesses the most terrifying and powerful refining technique.

At this moment in the field, Fang Yuxin glanced at her senior and junior sisters, suddenly picked up the sword and rushed forward.

Li Yuqing shouted urgently:

"return!"

Ji Hongying swept the black staff in her hand lightly and said, "You are no match for me, Wushuang City Lord, you take this battle!"

Her body floated up and merged into the red sword formation.

Fang Yuxin's eyes blurred, and a huge golden sword came down from the sky and stuck on the sword platform. The giant sword was almost tens of meters high.

At the same time, a voice came from the sky:

"Master Yuxin, long time no see!" As soon as the words fell, the handsome and elegant Lu Wushuang in white clothes came from the sky.

It flew down, spun in front of everyone, and landed on the ground.

Du Fang's eyes blurred, and he saw a middle-aged man in white in front of him.

Lu Wushuang's eyebrows were sharp, and the corners of his mouth were raised, giving him a slightly lively and frivolous look. The middle-aged man waved his left hand, and the huge golden sword quickly shrank and fell into his hand. Lu Wushuang stared at Du Fang and smiled.

"Little brother, long time no see!"