Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Junior brother, how confident are you?"

Bai Qingming said.

"Sit tight, brother."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

Before Bai Qingming could react, he suddenly felt dizzy. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived in front of a Long family sword cultivator.

Fang Chen suddenly turned around and slashed at the other one, and the sword in Bai Qingming's hand just happened to sweep across the neck of the Long family swordsman.

Poof——

The sound sounded almost at the same time, and the two heads rolled down, with a trace of disbelief still on their faces.

"How come it's so fast!?"

The monks from all sides looked stunned.

Through their observations during this period, they thought they had a good enough understanding of Fang Chen's limits.

But now, Fang Chen's speed was far faster than before.

This is still at level 68 of the ladder!

In just the blink of an eye, all the sword cultivators from the Long family who were left behind were dead.

They couldn't imagine why it was so difficult for them and others to take even one step, while the other party could still burst out with such speed while carrying a person on their backs?

"He has been hiding his clumsiness before, maybe this is his true strength!"

"Perhaps he is still hiding his clumsiness? It's strange that a mortal can beat his body to such an extent?"

Fang Chen stood there to regain his strength, breathing heavily and looking a little ashamed:

“It’s been too long since I’ve really exercised my body, and I don’t feel as good as before.”

"Is this not as good as before?"

Bai Qingming said in astonishment: "What on earth were you doing before you started practicing?"

“Like now, they are killing people.

Senior brother may not know that in that environment at that time, if you didn't kill, others would bully you. Only when you killed them until they were afraid, would they stay calm for a while. "

Fang Chen took a deep breath, and then looked at Lu Bingbing not far away who had not yet had time to start climbing, and another sword cultivator from the First Sword Academy:

"You're moving too slowly."

Lu Bingbing's face was very gloomy and her eyes flickered. The killing skills, as well as the rapid speed and strength that the opponent had just displayed were particularly conspicuous on the Sword Burial Ladder.

"Brother Lu, this person is difficult to deal with. He is here to find you. I will take the first step."

The sword cultivator next to Lu Bingbing sneered, and immediately grabbed the vine and climbed upwards.

"Your methods are indeed impressive. Once you leave the Sword Burial Staircase, how about I place a table of wine to apologize?

You all will stay in the Long family from now on, and we are all considered colleagues. There is no need to... form a deadly feud, right? "

Lu Bingbing thought for a while and smiled.

"Our brothers and sisters can't afford your wine. Once you leave here, you will be a sword cultivator of the Tribulation Tribulation. If you turn around, you will slash us with your sword."

Bai Qingming smiled.

Lu Bingbing shook her head gently: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. I can put aside the hatred between you and me, and I hope you can put it down and put the overall situation first."

"You are not the overall situation. Whether you live or die will not affect today's gambling battle."

Fang Chen smiled, raised his sword and walked towards Lu Bingbing: "Senior brother, it's up to you to kill him later."

"good!"

Bai Qingming grinned.

At this moment, a sound of wind and thunder suddenly came from the distance, like a rolling wave.

In an instant, a middle-aged man in a green shirt appeared in the void. He was holding a long sword and carrying a mutilated corpse in his left hand. The corpse was cut off from the right shoulder to the left waist with a sword.

"This is……"

The Sanxian from the Long family and the Sun family looked at each other and recognized the identity of the middle-aged man in Qingshan almost at the same time.

The master of the First Sword Academy of the Long Family, Lu Qingshu.

It's just that... the masters of the Nine Sword Academy are all sword cultivators in the ascension stage, but now Lu Qingshu faintly exudes the scent of a loose immortal.

Everyone looked solemn. Could it be that there was another Loose Immortal Sword Cultivator from the Long Family?

There are only a few sword cultivators in Prison Wind Land who can be promoted to Sanxian. For example, in the Nine Immortals Mountain Holy Land, there is only one Zhu Yunchen.

It is a thousand times more difficult for a swordsman to be promoted to a Sanxian than for a monk who pursues the orthodox path of immortality!

This kind of existence is also the facade of major wealthy families and sects. When something rises to a certain level, Sanxian Sword Cultivator needs to come forward to fight with swords to solve the problem.

The four major wealthy families, the three major sects, and the Holy Land of Nine Immortals Mountain all had a Loose Immortal Sword Cultivator in charge.

If Lu Qingshu is really promoted to Sanxian today, the Long family's strength in this aspect will surpass all parties.

"Hey, the one in his hand... looks familiar."

"Wait a minute, isn't this the old immortal Zhengde who is cultivating in Taimu Mountain?"

"It's really him... He has been promoted to Sanxian for more than five hundred years, but now he died in the hands of Lu Qingshu..."

"Lu Qingshu has been promoted to Sanxian..."

The loose immortals on both sides recognized the origin of the half corpse in Lu Qingshu's hands, and looked a little strange.

"Old Immortal Zhengde was bewitched by others. He tried to ambush and kill the second brother of the Long family on the road a few days ago. Today, he is beheaded and he deserves to die."

Lu Qingshu spoke slowly.

He glanced at Li Changsheng.

"Husband..."

The woman in plain skirt looked worried.

Chen Qingtai and others also looked a little unhappy. Lu Qingshu was from the second room. Now he has also been promoted to Sanxian. From now on, they have to be careful when walking outside.

"Don't be afraid, he won't be as good as me if he gets promoted to Sanxian."

Li Changsheng gently patted the arm of the woman in plain skirt and looked at Lu Qingshu with a smile:

"Brother Lu, congratulations. There is another Loose Immortal Sword Cultivator in Prison Wind Land. I am not alone."

Lu Qingshu smiled slightly, looked behind him slowly, and bowed slightly.

A flash of light flashed, and an old man appeared with several young and middle-aged people at the same time.

Everyone's expressions changed. This old man's name was Long Jingyao. He was the Sanxian of the Second Fang. Long Ao's grandfather was a Second Rank more than a thousand years ago.

Several Yituan Sanxian beside him are all his sons, including Long Ao's father and uncle.

"Everyone, I'm a little late this time. The main reason is that the old Immortal Zhengde is not high in cultivation, but he is very cunning, and it is difficult to find him if he hides."

Long Jingyao hugged everyone and hugged his fists.

"Your Long family was ambushed on the way here? Haha, our Sun family was too. It seems like this is too coincidental."

A second-rank Sanxian from the Sun family looked at Long Jingyao with a half-smile.

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

Long Jingyao smiled and nodded.

Then he greeted Zhao Yunlu and exchanged a few words. It was obvious that he had known in advance that Zhao Yunlu was also present this time and did not show any surprise.

"Dad, save me!"

A sound came from the Sword Burial Stairway.

Lu Qingshu's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly locked on Lu Bingbing, as well as Fang Chen and Bai Qingming in front of him.

A second monk came forward to explain the cause and effect. Lu Qingshu immediately looked at Li Changsheng:

"Li Changsheng, what do you mean?"

Before Li Changsheng could speak, Long Jingyao had already shouted coldly: "What nonsense, one of our own is beating our own? Isn't this a joke for the Sun family?"

Li Changsheng sighed in his heart and looked at where Fang Chen was: "Fang Chen, don't mess around. Reaching the top is your goal."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to be ringing in Fang Chen's ears.

Lu Bingbing smiled at Fang Chen: "My father has been promoted to Sanxian, and is even more valued by the second-fang ancestor. His status is higher than that of Li Changsheng. Fellow Daoist Fang, you are still waiting to drink my apology bar."

"Drink your head."

Fang Chen gave a long laugh and rushed straight towards Lu Bingbing.

There was panic in Lu Bingbing's eyes. Seeing Fang Chen getting closer and closer, she had no choice but to raise her sword to fight.

After one move, Lu Bingbing's head rolled off her shoulders.

When Lu Qingshu saw this scene, his expression became extremely livid.

The young swordsman next to a certain lady in the second room had murderous intent in his eyes. Lu Bingbing was his younger brother.

The brother he loves the most and is the most like him.