Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 387 Not the Emperor of Heaven

An innocent smile appeared on her face.

Fairy Miaoling snorted coldly and moved out to take the initiative.

Not far from her, the huge golden warship in Lu Wushuang's hand gradually became crystal clear. At the same time, the blood of the mountains and rivers under his feet, the energy of heaven and earth, began to rush madly towards Lu Wushuang's sword spine like a storm.

Lu Wushuang's body slowly rose into the air, and as the sword light surged, his body changed color and began to sway.

Du Fang was suddenly surprised to find that at the edge of the color-changing sword light, there were flashes of golden photons. He was very familiar with that aura.

Once in the Netherworld, when the Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang guided himself to inherit that drop of supreme divine blood, it was that very familiar aura.

And now, there was actually a hint of that strange and familiar divinity on Lu Wushuang's sword.

The surprise in his heart was much more intense than that of the people watching the fight.

Those plain hands... those plain hands...

Not the Emperor of Heaven!

Because Du Fang saw with his own eyes that the huge pair of bare hands that were blocking him, after taking away the Tianxin Seal on Fang Yuxin's eyebrows, forcibly pressed into Lu Wushuang's immortal platform.

Help him improve his realm.

Lu Wushuang knelt in the air, saying, "Respect the Sect Leader's order," and "Ling Zixiao, the Sect Leader asked me to kill you!" Du Fang's heart suddenly turned cold.

Could that huge white hand and the person with the same magical power as the Emperor of Heaven be Bai Zhi, who once stole his supreme divine blood inheritance?

At the same time, Li Yuqing beside him woke up faintly and asked softly, "Is my senior sister dead?"

"She has become a Taoist!"

Du Fang wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know how. They both saw with their own eyes that Fang Yuxin was not even left with a trace of powder.

That tragic figure that was moving forward was reduced to dust due to the huge difference in realm.

Li Yuqing nodded, her eyes suddenly turned red, and two lines of tears flowed down like white jade beads, flowing across her fair cheeks and into the stone steps.

At this time, the main peak of Taiwei was also constantly sucking up the huge rocks under the peak and gathering them together. The huge mountain was still growing stronger.

"Is that my master?"

Li Yuqing's eyes were hazy as he looked at the weak, ant-like figure from afar.

Du Fang did not answer. The scene before him was too spectacular.

The golden sword light is stronger, longer and more powerful than the main peak of Taiwei.

Countless people looked up, waiting for this earth-shattering blow.

Finally, Ling Zixiao was the first to give up. The huge mountain suddenly made a buzzing sound, completely covering the sound of wind and rain. Like lightning and thunder, it rushed towards Lu Wushuang.

"Well done!"

Lu Wushuang sneered, swung his sword and slashed head-on at Taiwei's huge main peak. He wanted to defeat this man head-on to prove his Dao heart again.

The giant sword that almost covered the sky and the earth cut through the Nine Fire Dragon Glass Beads, splitting the entire Taiwei Main Peak in half like cutting a watermelon. The sword's momentum did not stop, and the huge sword light chopped down from Ling Zixiao's forehead and split his chest.

No one paid any attention to Ling Zixiao's injuries.

Because everyone was stunned by the cut mountain range.

The entire main peak of Taiwei is actually hollow in the middle. The cut of the mountain was cut into two parts by the giant sword, and the cut surface is smooth and flat.

The huge Taiwei main peak fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The mountain's fall to the ground created two massive craters, shaking the ground with a resounding roar. Smoke, dust, and white fog completely obscured the people at the foot of Mount Taiwei.

In this dusty place.

Suddenly, a soft sigh was heard in everyone's ears at the same time. Although the sigh was small, it could not be suppressed by the deafening noise.

It was a woman's voice.

When he heard the sigh, Du Fang's body suddenly stiffened completely. He could hardly believe it. He turned his neck with difficulty and looked into the depths of the sky.

This is Baizhi's voice.

This voice was completely different from the previous majestic and indifferent one. It was a genuine sigh that came out naturally from the emotion. Therefore, Du Fang was greatly shocked.

He and she had been through so much.

Now, Bai Zhi was already the Lord of Longyuan, almost surpassing the entire Shenzhou in cultivation. But he himself was just a small demon with a rat head.

After sighing, Lu Wushuang's unbridled long laughter was heard from the sky. The golden sword in his hand had shattered and broken into three pieces.

But he didn't care at all about his sword breaking into pieces, and continued to laugh wildly:

"Ling Zixiao, you lose!"

The smoke and dust dispersed, and everyone saw the scene. Ling Zixiao's body was broken into pieces, and there was a deep wound on his chest that could be seen to the bone, from the bridge of his nose to his abdomen.

The blood that burst out of his body flowed down his legs and into the one-foot-long chessboard beneath his feet.

"Kneel down!"

Lu Wushuang yelled loudly. He wanted to insult the headmaster of Taiwei, the genius who had defeated him, in front of everyone.

"You...are delusional!"

Ling Zixiao swallowed the blood that flowed out of his mouth, and his body was as straight as a javelin. Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain on his vest, and a thin golden flame, like a swimming insect, swam from his skin to his legs.

"This... what is this?" Surprise suddenly flashed across Ling Zixiao's originally resolute face. He had never seen such a situation before.

He clearly caught the sword head-on.

"This is the most mysterious magic of my Long Yuan. You will never know it in your lifetime. Kneel down!"

Following Lu Wushuang's cold shout, Ling Zixiao suddenly felt a piercing pain in his legs, and the golden flames instantly burned his legs to ashes.

Only half of his body was left, and he landed on the chessboard with a thud.

A pressure of tens of millions of pounds came from the sky, almost bending Ling Zixiao's spine.

"I want you to kneel down and crawl to me. I want you to see what the woman you care about most looks like at my feet!"

Lu Wushuang's expression was a little crazy.

Seeing that Master Taiwei was so humiliated, countless female disciples of Taiwei suddenly pounced on him at the same time.

"Thief, look at the sword!"

Li Yuqing suddenly shouted softly and sent his sword flying. Du Fang was frightened to death. The heroic scene that Fang Yuxin had experienced before was about to happen to this woman again.

Are all of Taiwei's disciples so heroic?

He reacted very quickly and grabbed Li Yuqing's leg. However, at this moment, there was nothing in Li Yuqing's eyes except Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang sneered, and a rainbow light flashed from his fingertips, falling into the group of female disciples flying up. Blood arrows immediately spurted out, and in an instant, more than a dozen Taiwei women died instantly.

These were almost all disciples at the seventh realm, and their bodies began to transform into the Dao at the same time.

The rain of light filled the entire sky.

Seeing his disciples being slaughtered, Ling Zixiao felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and he screamed wildly:

"Don't come up, get out of the way!"