Chapter 51 Ninth Level Sword Cultivator
The figures of the five people flew backwards, and the demon disappeared. It stretched out its sharp claws and dug into Ning Fusang's heart. She blocked it with her sword, and there was a sword clang, and the long sword twisted and deformed, shaking. Ning Fusang was hit by the powerful impact and flew farther away. Several ancient trees were broken in succession, and red blood oozed from his back.
She opened the lid of the green gourd and took a sip of the spiritual spring. The spiritual power in her body slowly recovered.
The demon changed its shape and moved towards Wu Gui. Dong Fangfei raised her sword to stop him, but was knocked away by a palm and fainted.
Wu Gui stood up on his elbows. The demon's figure was like a lingering cloud, blinking in front of his eyes and locking Wu Gui's neck. His face gradually turned purple, his eyes rolled back, and he was on the verge of death.
call!
Yang Ruo's sword swept by the wind, his face full of solemnity, and he killed the monster.
The demon smiled sadly, and threw his hand upwards. Wu Gui's body was lifted high, and the demon jumped up, with five fingers like knives——
The sky seemed to rain blood.
Yang Ruo's mind shook violently, Hua Yue shouted in shock: "Wu Gui!"
puff--
The sound of swords piercing flesh and blood was heard. Huayue's body was unable to move. She was held by her sister Hua Qian. Two flying swords were inserted into her back, and blood was gurgling.
Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong abandoned their swords and fled!
Things have completely escaped their control, and a demon has appeared here!
The demon is fierce and cruel and will kill everyone. They have only one thought in their minds, escape! The further away the better!
Luo Dujun's fourth level state could not protect them at all.
The figures of the two people quickly disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.
Hua Qian raised her hand with difficulty, pointed her finger behind her, and murmured: "Demon..."
"Sister!" Hua Yue cried, unable to think of anything else. Her tears fell like broken beads.
Yang Ruo felt something in his heart and shot out a sword, nailing the other demon to the tree.
The demon stood upright and had not yet fully transformed into a human form. Its arms were covered with snow-colored hair. She pulled out the sword with both hands and threw it at Yang Ruo with all her strength.
Yang Ruo's figure flew out quickly, caught the hilt of the sword, and killed the white-haired banshee.
Suddenly, a dilapidated corpse fell from the sky and landed in front of Yang Ruo. It was the third-level disciple of the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect.
Yang Ruo passed over the corpse, and with a touch of his finger, a cold light lit up on the blade of the sword, and the demon-killing runes flickered non-stop, like a dragon dancing wildly.
The white-haired banshee leaped into the air, her figure expanding under the bright moon, her white hair growing crazily, curling up like vines!
Yang Ruo’s eyes flashed and he drew his sword.
boom!
The turbulent air current spreads from the center, covering ten miles in a square circle.
The demon with pale skin spoke the ancient language of the demon clan and communicated with the white-haired banshee. Yang Ruo couldn't understand, so he held the sword and swung it again, his heart filled with a sense of killing.
The male demon and the female demon changed their positions. The white-haired banshee glanced at Ning Fusang. Her hair grew wildly and wrapped around her waist. In an instant, it covered her mouth and nose, wrapping her into a snow-white cicada. Pupa, step on the moon and leave.
Yang Ruo held out several swords. His sword light was extremely fast and penetrated the body of the banshee. The blood flowed with the wind. The banshee didn't even look back. She accelerated her speed and disappeared under the moon.
Yang Ruo was extremely distressed. He was haunted by the monster and could not escape. He could only pray. The few swords he had just wounded the banshee's vital parts.
Thousands of miles away, the banshee staggered and jumped off the cliff. She stepped on the branches to reduce resistance and rolled down to the ground.
The white cicada lay quietly. The banshee frowned, as if she was afraid that the person inside would die. She stretched out her nails and made a cut.
A bit of cold light shone into the Banshee's eyes. She covered her right eye and screamed in pain.
Bang!
The cicada pupae exploded like willow catkins flying.
Ning Fusang stood up with his sword in hand, holding the Yuzang Sword, a sacred object of the Shark clan, and stabbed the white-haired banshee.
Her eyes were cold, and she sneered: "A mere fifth-level snow ape wants to take my body, so you can try." The banshee showed disdain: "A second-level cultivator, you are so shameless -"
The words suddenly stopped.
The banshee's eyes widened in shock.
I saw Ning Fusang's aura rising steadily.
Early stage of second level realm...
The middle stage of the second level.
The pinnacle of the second level!
Her cultivation level was still rising, and she instantly crossed the barrier of the third level and reached the fourth level.
The fifth level.
Sixth level.
…
Before the increase in cultivation was over, when she reached the early stage of the sixth level, the banshee split into three clones and fled in all directions, very decisively!
"I want to leave now, but it's too late." The girl's cold voice sounded, and she cut off all the banshee's body in an instant, and the Yuzang sword lightly sliced through the banshee's throat.
The ninth level monk takes action and escapes, where can he escape to?
The body of the banshee fell to the bottom of the valley, with one eye open and refusing to rest in peace. She didn't understand where the fourteen-year-old ninth-level swordsman came from.
Ning Fusang glanced at the bottom of the cliff, and when he raised his hand, the few young apes hiding in the cave disappeared into ashes.
This was a secret. The people or monsters she saw were all dead, so she was relieved.
Ning Fusang's cultivation level dropped sharply and returned to the early stage of the second level. The Yuzang Sword in her hand was taken back by her and the sword heart diagram was taken back.
She walked to the pit, knelt down, set off a spiritual fire, and watched as the Snow Monkey Banshee was burned to the point of being burned to pieces, with a gloomy expression on her face with dried blood.
Her cultivation is a secret, and so is the Yu Zang Sword. Therefore, the body of the banshee cannot be left behind, and there is no guarantee that no one will recognize the wounds of the Yu Zang Sword.
After disposing of the banshee's body, Ning Fusang grabbed the vines and crawled into the cave she had just discovered. After half an hour, he came out of the cave.
She gained a lot from this trip. She found a fifth-level ice bird talisman, a fifth-level defensive magic weapon, the Green God Bell, and a box of third-level spirit-breaking needles. The spirit-breaking needle is designed to break through the spiritual defense of monks. The third-level spirit-breaking needle can only break through the defense of monks at the third level and below. One spirit-breaking needle is enough to sell for a hundred spiritual stones.
Ning Fusang counted and found that there were about twenty broken spirit needles in this box, which was really a large amount of spirit stones.
She sighed in a low voice: "The gold belt of murder and arson really makes sense."
In addition, Ning Fusang also found two human training techniques in the cave. After quickly glancing at the contents, she burned the things with a fire.
Things like magic techniques must not be left on your body to cause trouble for yourself.
"Cunning Rabbit Sancao, that banshee shouldn't be able to put things together. There should be somewhere else that I haven't looked for yet."
The reason why Ning Fusang made this guess was because there were too few things in the cave. The Five Realm Monster Clan should not be so poor.
She looked around, then suddenly flew up from the ground, stepped on a raised rock, used her spiritual power in her palms, and pushed inward.
A stone door half a man's height was recessed, and an extremely narrow passage appeared in front of Ning Fusang. She lowered her head and slowly groped forward. After an unknown amount of time, the passage became higher and wider, and her eyes suddenly became bright.
Tick tock.
The sound of water dripping into the soup pool came clearly.
(End of chapter)