Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Burial Sword Palace.

Seeing that most of the sword cultivators had climbed up to the first level of the ladder, Zhu Kexiu saw that Fang Chen was still not moving, so he chuckled and said:

"What? When you said harsh words before, you didn't consider the current scene. Are you scared?"

Zhu Yunchen glanced at Zhu Kexiu and was speechless.

He never paid attention to the fights between the juniors. His attention was currently focused on Li Changsheng.

The two looked at each other in the air, and their eyes seemed to spark sparks in the void.

Fang Chen saw that Bai Qingming and Bai Qingming had climbed up to the first step of the ladder. He reached out and grabbed the void, and the surging golden power suddenly turned into a long sword in his palm.

The next moment, the power of fire surged, tempering the long sword from beginning to end.

Now this long sword no longer requires Fang Chen to activate his spiritual power to exist, but has become a real object.

It has no mark on it and is not a magic weapon. It is just like the long sword commonly used by mortals.

Fang Chen held the long sword in his hand and walked straight towards the waterfall-like vines, ignoring Zhu Kexiu.

Zhu Kexiu's face was gloomy, and he sneered when he saw that the Sun family's sword cultivator was also following Fang Chen.

"He finally moved."

Many people had smiles on their faces.

Zhao Yunlu, who was talking to the Sanxian of the Sun family, also closed his mouth at this moment and slowly looked at Fang Chen.

"Fellow Taoist Yunlu, don't worry, this guy can't even climb the first step of the ladder, let alone reach the top.

This time, a son of my Sun family is also missing. He does not know whether he is dead or alive. When fellow Taoist Yunlu searches for this son's soul, he will be able to find out something about it. "

A second-level Sanxian from the Sun family showed a faint smile and looked at Fang Chen with a hint of contempt.

Whether it was Fang Chen or the missing Sun Gu, he didn't take it to heart. Instead, the Zhao Yunlu in front of him made him even more concerned.

As long as the other party can completely break with the Long family and form an unresolved hatred, it will be of infinite benefit to the Sun family.

Zhao Yunlu nodded lightly. He didn't think Fang Chen could go far. How long could a prey being targeted escape?

"This feeling……"

Fang Chen took a step forward and suddenly felt that the power in his body was constantly draining away. In just an instant, both the energy and blood power brought by the sword body and the spiritual power brought by the practice disappeared without a trace.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and take a good feel.

It's very familiar and comfortable, just like walking in a snowy area for ten days and ten nights, and suddenly returning to the warm bed at home.

At that time, dozens of sword cultivators from the Sun family had blocked Fang Chen's path. One of them couldn't help but chuckled when he saw Fang Chen closing his eyes:

"What? Don't you feel like a mortal?"

Fang Chen opened his eyes and smiled at the other party: "You misunderstood, I was just reminiscing about this feeling."

Aftertaste?

The other party frowned slightly. What was there to remember about this feeling? If it weren't for the Sun family's orders, which one of them would be willing to come here?

They were unable to reach the top anyway, but the feeling of becoming mortals and losing all their power made them very bored and even scared, fearing that even if they left this place, they would never get back their lost power.

"Since you like this feeling, come and have a good chat with us here. I don't plan to climb to the top, so I will stay here with you today.

You have to thank that senior Yunlu. If it weren't for him, you would be dead now according to Miss Susu's instructions. "

The leading sword cultivator smiled lightly.

Before entering the arena, he was a Hedao practitioner, so facing a mere out-of-body sword cultivator, he naturally seemed very relaxed.

Not to mention that there are dozens of fellow disciples beside him. Each one of them can cut the person in front of him into pieces with one sword.

Fang Chen smiled and walked towards them with his sword in hand without saying anything.

Seeing Fang Chen take the initiative to step forward, the group of sword cultivators all showed a hint of astonishment.

The leading sword cultivator's expression darkened. When Fang Chen got closer and closer to him, he couldn't help but sneered and suddenly raised his sword to stab.

As a Hedao sword cultivator, even if he becomes a mortal now, the sword in his hand is definitely fast enough!

puff--

Fang Chen passed him by without even looking at this person, and continued walking towards the next sword cultivator.

The surrounding sword cultivators looked at each other in confusion. When they were about to ask, the Hedao sword cultivator was already kneeling on the ground, his head slipped from his shoulders and rolled away.

"kill!"

The eyes of the Sun family's sword cultivators immediately turned red, and they felt a little more wary in their hearts, not daring to underestimate the people in front of them.

There was no one-on-one fight, but a swarm.

In just a few breaths, dozens of heads suddenly appeared on the ground. The only sword cultivator who was still alive fell to the ground, his whole body limp.

The sword in his hand was thrown aside, and he placed his hands on the ground and kept moving back, trying to distance himself from Fang Chen, his expression extremely frightened.

"Pick up your sword."

Fang Chen stopped and said softly.

"I, I... I am also a sword cultivator. Seeing that everyone is walking the same path, please let me go."

The sword cultivator did not choose to take the sword, but instead begged for mercy.

"Are you a sword cultivator?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly and shook his head slightly: "You are practicing swordsmanship at best, not swordsmanship at all."

The long sword slashed through the air, and blood surged out like a fountain.

Passing over the opponent, Fang Chen came to the vines, bit the sword in his hand, freed his hands, and climbed upward at an extremely fast speed.

Back and forth, it only takes a dozen breaths.

The scene of Fang Chen slaughtering dozens of sword cultivators left many people speechless and even looked in disbelief.

"This son's sword..."

Zhu Yunchen frowned slightly and looked at Fang Chen. With his level of cultivation as a Sanxian, he didn't dare to say that he could still draw his sword so neatly after becoming a mortal.

Not only did the other party not have an extra shackle due to his transformation into a mortal, but it seemed like——

A wild horse!

Zhu Yunchen's eyes became darker and darker, which reminded him of the person he hated so much back then.

Zhu Kexiu's face was gloomy. He never expected that dozens of sword cultivators from the Sun family would be slaughtered as easily as pigs and dogs in the hands of the opponent.

"It's no wonder that a useless sword cultivator is called crooked. If he loses his cultivation, he becomes such a rubbish."

Zhu Kexiu couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

Many people in the Long family and Sun family also paid attention to this, and they all looked at each other for a while.

Long Ao glanced at Li Changsheng pitifully, and then cursed in a low voice: "Li Changsheng has some vision, this guy really has a chance to reach the top."

"Husband, the Sun family will not let him climb to the top."

"Yes, even if the Yunlu City man doesn't arrive today, the Sun family will not let him reach the top easily."

Several ladies comforted him.

When Long Ruo heard these words, he curled his lips in disdain, and then looked at the figure climbing upwards, with a faint curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Dafang Xianzhou, Chen Qingtai and others looked at each other, and smiles suddenly appeared on their faces.

The woman in plain skirt also looked at Li Changsheng and said with a smile: "Husband, we are very hopeful this time."

Li Changsheng patted her shoulder gently: "In these years, I have never missed it, and I won't miss it this time either."

"Um."

The woman in plain skirt nodded slightly and looked at Li Changsheng with a hint of admiration.