Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 356: Unparalleled Strategy

Three colorful sword beams floated out from behind at the same time.

Killing a strong man from Taixuan Sword Sect with a sword is the greatest honor in Jiuzhou. Nangong Wang was stunned for just a moment, and six or seven people behind him flew up at the same time.

The yellow scripture disappeared in the air, and Mo Qingfeng's body floated down directly from the air.

It was obvious that he had reached the end of his rope.

No matter how strong a swordsman was, he couldn't withstand seventeen people and a sneak attack. That sword almost pierced his lung.

Chen Tianze and Nangong Wang were the slowest to react. In the space between their pauses, everyone around them had already rushed over. Even Li Yuqing, who was far away, rushed over.

As soon as Li Yuqing let go of his hand, the ice crystals on Du Fang's body suddenly disappeared.

Du Fang watched all the battles one by one. His consciousness had been protected intact by Li Yuqing, and his five senses were also very clear.

Until Li Yuqing disappeared into the distance, pretending to escape, he immediately turned around and attacked Mo Qingfeng from below. Du Fang's heart suddenly felt like it was stabbed by a sword.

It seemed as if Li Yuqing's sword was not aimed at his elder brother Mo, but at himself.

At this moment, in order to compete for the honor of killing the powerful Taixuan with a sword, everyone pounced on him like hunting dogs.

Eighteen powerful men at the peak of the ninth realm are fighting against Mo Qingfeng who is on the verge of life and death.

Du Fang was completely desperate. At that moment, he seemed to be back in Lingxiao Mountain, feeling the heart-wrenching pain.

The helpless despair when a loved one passes away.

It enveloped him completely, and he suddenly felt a little regretful. Why wasn't he a strong man? Why couldn't he lend a helping hand to his elder brother Mo?

Countless tiny sounds of broken bones were heard in the air. The sound was so faint that it could not be heard at all if you did not listen carefully.

Eighteen people were divided into three directions and headed towards Mo Qing Peak.

The figure closest to him was a very unsurprising green figure, which was much faster than other Ninth Realm Sword Cultivators.

Even his body was slowly changing, and the sword in his hand had already turned into a flaming bone spur.

But the sound of broken bones came from him.

A sinister laugh came from that person's mouth.

Just as the flaming bone spur pierced Mo Qingfeng's body, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

A long sigh came from Mo Qingfeng's mouth:

"Finally... I fell for it..."

As soon as he started to speak, Mo Qingfeng's falling body suddenly twisted, and at an incredible angle, he brushed past the sword. At the same time, two dark yellow pages appeared in his hands.

The pages of the book closed instantly, completely trapping the man's figure.

Not daring to relax, Mo Qingfeng immediately emitted a cloud of mist from his body, locking the man's figure firmly, and shouted at the same time:

"Frost and snow!"

The silver-white sword light rose up and pierced into the man's heart with a "Pu" sound.

At the same time, the golden sword in Chen Tianze's hand arrived first and stabbed the back of the green figure's head. Li Yuqing shot a fairy light with golden and purple colors from below, almost splitting the green figure in half.

All the sword cultivators were completely shocked by the scene before them.

He immediately stopped and flew backwards.

Nangong Wang was even more surprised and said in shock: "You...you actually attacked your own people..." Suddenly someone behind him said:

"That's Fang Yu from Guiyuan Sword Sect!"

"Mo Qingfeng feigned injury to trick us into taking action!"

"That's not right. Why did Chen Tianze and Jade Purity attack Fang Yu at the same time?"

Nangong Wang's expression suddenly froze. Looking at the fantastical scene before him, his lips seemed to be stunned. He said softly, "That...that's not Fang Yu!"

The green corpse, which was almost half-cut apart by the three swords of Mo Qingfeng, suddenly became completely ethereal and turned into the color of the hottest flame.

Drop by drop it fell from his body.

"This... this isn't even human... How could Fang Yu be possessed by this person? What the hell is this?"

The three swords disappeared at the same time.

The blue corpse completely disappeared in the air, and even the water droplet-like flame disappeared.

Mo Qingfeng's expression became more solemn. His face immediately regained its color after being surrounded by the Xuanhuang sword energy. Nangong Wang said in surprise:

"This... Mo Qingfeng is not injured, this Yuqing... Yuqing Zhenren is not one of us!"

Chen Tianze's expression became more serious. He looked at Mo Qingfeng and whispered, "It...it escaped..." Li Yuqing also looked a little uneasy.

"Just now, we, with three swords combined into one, couldn't kill it?"

Mo Qingfeng remained silent, then suddenly turned around and looked towards the three thatched huts.

He felt a hint of scorching heat, as if it was about to explode from somewhere.

"There!" Mo Qingfeng suddenly held the sword, and the frost and snow turned into a galaxy sword light, which soared thousands of feet and stabbed directly from the sky into the three huts.

Everyone was stunned by this sword move, and several people said in a daze: "This...this..."

"He was holding back just now. We, the seventeen ninth-level sword cultivators, are indeed the trash he said we were!" Nangong Wang's face was pale, more desperate than despair.

Only he, a sword cultivator at the third level of the Immortal Slashing Dao, knew what that thousand-foot sword light meant.

That was a gap he could never cross in his life.

The thousand-foot sword light poured down, and just as the tip of the sword touched the thatched roof of the hut, a huge flaming hand directly penetrated the hut, grasped the thousand-foot sword light, and twisted it casually. The frost and snow in Mo Qingfeng's hand suddenly turned into a twist.

Mo Qingfeng immediately turned with the sword, turning dozens of circles in a row. At the same time, a dark yellow and green aura emerged from the fairy platform and merged into the ridge of the Frost and Snow Sword.

The sword let out a light dragon roar and suddenly pushed away the big hand.

"Good job!"

"The Taixuan Sword Sect has a successor! I really underestimated you!"

As the voice fell, a handsome and elegant young man in a green shirt walked out of the thatched hut.

His body gradually floated up, and in his hands, there was a fan in his left hand and a green sword in his right hand.

The only difference was that there was a particularly hot and red flame burning between his eyebrows. This flame seemed real, burning on the fairy platform between his eyebrows.

Nangong Wang rushed over first and shouted:

"Who are you? What did you do to my brother Fang Yu?"

The young man in green looked at him with contempt, as if he was looking at an ant. Nangong Wang was furious and suddenly drew his sword. The purple immortal light pierced the sky.

Chen Tianze suddenly screamed: "Come back!"

However, it was too late. The young man in green just looked at him coldly, and his fan flew out, collecting the purple sword light in the sky. Then he came back and directly cut off Nangong Wang's head.

The fan carrying Nangong Wang's head flew into the hands of the young man in green.

This scene scared almost everyone.

Nangong Wang is a big figure in the Xian San Zhan Dao. He, Chen Tianze, and Yuqing Zhenren are the organizers of this sword fight. Their realms are comparable, but in the hands of this young man, he didn't even have the strength to resist.

What kind of strength is this?

The power of the Emperor of Heaven in the Immortal Realm is just like this, right?