Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 240 Ambush

That day, after Du Fang left, Long Xiang leaned over to touch her red lips, which were red after the rain, and shamelessly praised her repeatedly:

"It smells so good! Today is truly a day of harvest! A ninth-rank divine weapon, and the beauty I long for day and night! God has been very kind to me, Longxiong. Hundreds of years of hard training have finally come in handy."

The corners of that ugly and hateful mouth were smiling so much that they stretched all the way to the ears, and he kissed the bright red lips.

Then he sighed repeatedly.

Bai Zhi will never forget this shameful scene. Before going to Jinghai, she must eradicate all the regrets in her life, so she deliberately mentioned the magic weapon Chengying.

This aroused Du Fang's hatred for his father's murder, and she wanted to use him to help her avenge her father.

Long Xiang is now obsessed with swords and will never let go. If you take his sword, it will be more painful than killing his wife and daughter.

As a member of the Tianlong clan, Long Xiang was able to escape from the Guiyuan and Tiannan Sword Sects. His whereabouts were secretive and his evil magic was varied. This was all thanks to Bai Zhi's cleverness.

When she escaped, she left a trace of Yuhongxiang on his body. This is a kind of women's rouge and powder. Baizhi crushed the Yuhongxiang into green gas and injected it into his hair.

"Let's go!"

Du Fang took the lead and flew his sword to the southeast, returning to Quzhou City like flying.

The enemy that he thought about day and night will finally die at the hands of his own sword today.

After such an uninterrupted flight, they finally arrived outside Quzhou City when it was almost dusk.

Returning to this painting scene that resembles the waters of the Jiangnan region, Du Fang felt a surge of emotion. He thought of the boat girl. Perhaps Yu Qinghan had already sent her home.

Those powerful people from the Fire Sword Sect and the Spirit Clan who collected women's bone jade should have been killed, the city is so peaceful.

Look at the colorful light of the city wall.

Du Fang did not enter the city, but went directly to the stable thirty miles outside the city as Bai Zhi pointed.

When Du Fang was facing a formidable enemy, when Bai Zhi saw Long Xiang:

It was simply unbelievable that the protector of Lord Longyuanhuang, who was like a god back then, and a member of the almighty Tianlong clan, would now be hunched over and squeezed in the sheep pen.

The arrogance on Longxiong's face was gone. He was wearing a gray robe covered with sheep dung and a foul smell, and was lying in the thatched feces.

The most bizarre thing is:

His eyes were dull and lifeless, his hands tightly holding two long swords, one black and one red, and he was muttering something.

Longxiong is indeed crazy.

This was something Du Fang and Bai Zhi had not guessed.

When Bai Zhi looked at her magic sword Xuehong in his arms, she was suddenly filled with fanaticism. This was the ninth-level sword spirit that she had cultivated by reaching the top of the ninth realm and using the lives of millions of people in Longqi City.

Also held in his arms was Chengying, which Du Fang had brought out from the Tomb of the Human Emperor.

Two ninth-level artifacts.

A sword that is completely black without a single bright spot, with nine golden-red blood grooves on the sword spine - Chengying.

The other one was blood red, and there were nine golden blood grooves on the sword spine - Mo Hen.

Long Xiong must have used some secret method to fuse the two swords. In the battle at Longyuan Divine Mountain, Mo Hen advanced and fell, and turned into a blood rainbow again.

But now when looking at the sword, Bai Zhi already understood why Long Xiang went crazy.

When the Demon Sword Blood Rainbow is brought back to the ninth level and the sword spirit is released, the powerful killing spirit will devour the mind. Long Xiong is a member of the Tianlong clan.

Bai Zhi is the only one in Longyuan who knows this method of refining sword spirits. It is the legacy left by the Qinghua Queen to every headmaster.

Long Xiong didn't know how to use it, and if he tried to take out the sword spirit, he would naturally be attacked by the powerful power of the sword spirit.

Du Fang's heart was beating wildly at this moment. The murderer of his father, whom he had been searching for for many years, had gone crazy at this moment.

He took a step forward and dispersed the immortal blood energy.

This dragon's intelligence was devoured by the sword spirit, yet it was still able to escape from the hands of the Ninth Realm powerhouse. Its strength should definitely not be underestimated.

When Longxiong felt the immortal spirit energy lingering around Du Fang, his originally dazed body suddenly crawled up.

The cloudiness in his eyes gradually faded, and a hint of clarity seemed to have returned.

Du Fang smiled cruelly: "Brother Longxiong, long time no see!"

As soon as he said this, Longxiong's hands, body, and legs began to tremble with excitement. He kept shaking his head and muttering:

"This sword is mine, don't even think about taking it away. It's mine, no one can take it from me!"

Bai Zhi's eyes had changed, and the look she gave the divine sword was filled with desire and hatred:

The magic sword that Long Yuan had planned for hundreds of years and nurtured by the souls of countless people is now in the hands of this madman.

Du Fang sensed something was wrong with Bai Zhi and asked:

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, there's no time to lose, act quickly! Maybe Yu Qinghan is suffering right now!"

As soon as the word "suffer" came out of his mouth, Du Fang immediately felt a sharp pain in his heart.

His good friend was still suffering in the sea of ​​​​Jing, but he was here fussing.

Du Fang directly brought his immortal blood and energy to the extreme, pushed out his hands, and immediately covered Longxiong's entire body. Then he waved his hand and directly pulled the two magic swords over.

The two magic swords flew out at the same time and fell into his hands. Du Fang directly inserted the ink mark into his back, and Chengying held it in his hand.

Both of these are upgraded ninth-rank divine weapons, the dream objects of sword practitioners all over the world, and they must not be lost.

He felt a little puzzled. Long Xiong regarded these magic swords as his treasured treasure, so why did he take them back with just one strike?

Could it be that after the battle with Iron Fan Gate, after the shocking transformation at the second level of his immortal spirit, he truly reached the top of the ninth realm and his strength increased greatly?

When Chengying fell into his hand, he felt a very strange feeling. The feeling instantly filled his whole body, and Du Fang's face suddenly twitched.

"What's wrong with you? Is this sword wrong?"

Du Fang did not answer her. He felt the sword piercing his back.

One in front and three behind, the murderous aura on the swords were obviously from high-level sword cultivators, especially the one that was hidden the deepest, which was even more powerful and domineering, unpredictable.

His expression finally changed - this was a trap.

Those who covet the immortal's body use the magic sword as bait to lure him into the game.

Du Fang's face was suddenly filled with anger. He immediately pulled out Mo Hen and threw it out, stabbing at the weakest murderous aura.

Behind him, Du Fang turned around and directly drew the power of immortal spirit to the extreme. The sword light was like a meteor, directly nailing the person who turned around and tried to launch a sneak attack to death on the wooden stake.

Two wooden stakes, two people.

The wooden stake began to melt and twist into the shape of a man. On their chests, the sword wound had transformed into a black snake, biting them tightly.

The wooden stake twisted a few times, fell to the ground, and melted into a pool of black blood.

Bai Zhi stood there blankly:

"Is this the Tianlong clan's illusion technique?"

But this kind of illusion could not escape Du Fang's eyes at all.

With just two strikes of his sword, he stabbed the two seventh-level cultivators who were in ambush into a pool of blood.

The half-crazy and half-stupid Long Xiong in front of him had changed his whole body and face. The foul aura on his body had faded away, and his pale face was half green and half charred black.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his body enveloped in a green aura. From his lips came an ancient and sinister incantation.

He pointed three fingers to the sky and two fingers to the ground.

From the back of the body, a sharp emerald green sword rose out, with the two big words "Dragon Group" written on the sword.

Du Fang suppressed his anger and sneered, "You're not crazy!"

He immediately took three steps back, putting some distance between him and Bai Zhi, and pointed at her, cursing, "Bitch, you actually dared to lie to me, saying Longxiong was crazy, and tricked me into coming here to get the sword!"

This scene happened inexplicably.

Bai Zhi's pretty face flushed red, and she felt heartbroken when she heard the word "bitch". She never thought that Du Fang, who had been so gentle before, would suddenly change his expression. She couldn't help but say:

"Who are you calling a bitch? I brought you here out of kindness, and you've got a conscience like a dog, so you turn around and accuse me! How do I know if he's just pretending?"