Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 368 Ambush!

Du Fang held his breath, fearing that the noise would be too loud and he would be discovered by people outside.

First, a stream of cold green air came directly towards Du Fang's nostrils, followed by a stream of purple sword energy that passed through the tip of his nose and cut the green air into two pieces.

Du Fang was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.

He said blankly, "What is this?"

In front of him was a green snake with emerald green spots, but the snake had horns on its head and two fangs sticking out from the sides of its mouth, so it didn't look like a snake at all.

Just as Du Fang was about to pick it up for a closer look, Li Yuqing suddenly swung his sword, and sword energy burst out, directly chopping the strange thing into ashes.

"This is a mutated blood snake. It's completely different from ordinary snakes!"

Li Yuqing's face was full of worry as he stared at the tall mountain in the distance.

She originally thought that since the sect's Nine Fire Dragon Glass Bead was lit, the people from Longyuan should not have arrived yet.

But now, she realized the seriousness of the matter.

Long Yuan was plotting against the Taiwei Sword Sect and had already begun making arrangements in advance. Above the Jinghai, she and Du Fang saw the six or seven hundred Long Yuan sword cultivators coming towards Taiwei Mountain in a mighty force. They were the main force to destroy Taiwei this time.

The vanguard had already ambushed at the foot of the mountain and eliminated the outposts outside Taiwei in advance.

The sword platform where they were at this moment was the outpost set up by Taiwei on the periphery.

The terrifying sword slaves of the Longyuan Sword Sect, who were the Immortal Three Slashers, had already arrived. Moreover, their sword-cultivating techniques were clearly the techniques of immortal spirits devouring human essence and blood.

Thinking of this, Li Yuqing was extremely anxious. He immediately pulled Du Fang up and shouted, "Let's go, or it will be too late. We can deal with the bodies of these sisters later!"

Before he finished speaking, his body had already soared into the sky, and the purple sword light flew directly upwards, sticking directly to the trees.

"Be careful, there's an ambush below!"

They had already suffered such a loss once, Du Fang immediately reminded her.

"I know, that's why I'm flying so low!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp sword flashed over, slicing Lin Zihai in half. The blade shone brightly, slicing directly at the two men.

Li Yuqing turned his body, picked up Du Fang, and swung the purple magic sword in his hand, heading directly towards the red sword light.

As soon as the two swords connected, a yellow figure of an old man flew out from the forest, blood gushing out of his mouth, and blood swords were flying all over his body, and it was obvious that he was not red.

Li Yuqing struck with this sword with resentment and showed no mercy.

She immediately recognized that this was Long Yuan's eighth-level swordsman, and a direct descendant, definitely not one of the disciples from the other four sects.

Suddenly, six or seven sword lights burst out from the forest at the same time, and someone shouted:

"Surround her!"

"Don't let her pass!"

Six or seven of them were Long Yuan's core disciples. Lord Bai Huang didn't know how he had managed to reorganize them, but within fifteen years, the realms of Long Yuan's disciples had skyrocketed by three or four realms.

"Four are in the eighth realm, and three are in the seventh realm!"

Li Yuqing sneered, "Long Yuan is so generous!"

"Kill this bitch! He killed Brother Wang! Let's go at him together!"

There was an old woman's voice screaming.

"Hold me tight!"

Li Yuqing knew that this was going to be a bloody battle. As soon as Du Fang put his arm around her waist, she untied the red rope on her body and wrapped Du Fang like a dumpling.

This old woman was obviously an elder, and she kept giving orders.

Li Yuqing looked into the distance, at the giant Taiwei Mountain, towering majestically in the sky. He suddenly whispered, "Hold on tight!"

"Close your eyes!"

Du Fang immediately closed his eyes obediently.

At this moment, he knew that he was a burden. It was extremely difficult for Li Yuqing, who was injured, to escape from the hands of such powerful high-level masters.

Li Yuqing's body suddenly flew high into the sky.

"The bitch is trying to run! Set up a barrier!"

Seven sword beams shot out at the same time, forming a sharp cone that completely trapped Li Yuqing inside.

"You two really want to keep me here!" Li Yuqing gritted her teeth and said, "Pay with your lives!" Suddenly, tiny drops of blood oozed out of her face.

This is the technique of burning essence and blood, which is similar to the technique of burning soul and blood. They are all magical moves used by the three major sword schools to forcibly stimulate sword power.

A purple light quickly flew across the sky and landed on the tip of her purple sword. Li Yuqing's body suddenly fell down.

Six diagrams were drawn in succession in the air, one pressing on the other, directly pressing towards the ground.

The Daotu was approaching the tree, and suddenly a flame ignited. The flame turned purple in the blink of an eye, and six or seven figures flew out at the same time.

He fled outside, screaming, "Scatter!"

"Everyone stay!"

Li Yuqing closed his eyes tightly, his body suspended above the flames, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the sword blade.

The purple flames rose rapidly, forming a wall of fire that was almost tens of feet high.

The four or five people flew too fast and were burned to pieces as soon as they touched the wall of fire. Once the flames touched the flesh, it was like a raging fire boiling oil, slowly burning the entire body into ashes.

Du Fang heard the screams below and quickly opened his eyes.

The four sword cultivators were burned into firemen at the same time. They fell to the ground after taking just a few steps.

The body gradually disappeared, and a rain of light fell from the sky.

Transformation!

Du Fang suddenly felt a little dazed. The powerful Taoist master above the seventh realm whom he had seen appeared in front of him again after fifteen years.

However, the fierce fight on the field quickly extinguished his memories.

The other three were all eighth-level sword cultivators. When they saw themselves trapped in the circle of fire, they immediately swung their swords upwards and stabbed Li Yuqing desperately.

The sword stabbed out, and Du Fang only felt the sword light flashing in front of his eyes and could not see anything.

Li Yuqing took the lead, flicking her sword to deflect the sword light, and then slashed horizontally, chopping an old woman into seven pieces. She turned over instantly, and her five fingers turned into claws.

A golden virtual tripod emerged from her hand and covered the elder who was rushing towards her.

The sword pierced the top, and the elder turned into ashes without a sound.

There was only one person left on the field.

The man turned out to be a young man. When he saw Li Yuqing's killing method was so swift and terrifying, the sword in his hand suddenly fell down.

"Fairy...Fairy Yuqing, spare my life!"

The young man actually knelt down.

Li Yuqing stared at him for a long time before he whispered, "You recognize me! You are at the eighth level of the sword path, not a disciple of Longyuan!"

"I... I am the heir apparent of the Thousand Illusions Sword Sect..."

The young man kept kowtowing and didn't even dare to look.

Du Fang couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the sword cultivators in the eighth realm were also like this. In the past, the eighth realm of swordsmanship was almost the ultimate existence in Nancangzhou.

I didn't expect that after so many years, I realized that Nancangzhou is just a drop in the ocean.

Even a great sword cultivator at the eighth level is like an ant in the Nine Continents.

Li Yuqing said in a cold voice:

"Among the female Taiwei disciples who died at the foot of the mountain, were you involved?"