Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The two sides faced off for a few moments before the Long family sword cultivators moved aside.

Bai Lingyue was lying on the ground covered in blood. Now he could only breathe weakly, as if the call just now had exhausted all his strength.

Fang Chen walked up to Bai Lingyue and knelt down to check the injury.

There were several wounds on his body that were deep enough to show the bones, but the most serious ones were not these sword wounds, but that his lower body had been completely shattered, and his flesh was all soft.

"Did you fall from a height?"

Fang Chen asked in a low voice.

Bai Lingyue's current physique is just that of a mortal. He was so seriously injured that it was difficult to speak. He breathed for a long time before he had the strength to whisper:

"I was beaten down by a sword cultivator from the Long family. A sword cultivator from the Sun family came to trouble him. I happened to be next to him and was caught by him to block the sword. Fortunately, I was only three or four feet tall at the time. Otherwise... I would have been there long ago. Shattered to pieces.”

The expressions of the nearby Long Family sword cultivators changed slightly, and one of them laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, this person is talking nonsense. How could we, the Long Family sword cultivators, use one of our own to block the sword?

He just didn't have enough strength, and he fell off the vine after being slashed several times by the Sun family swordsman. "

"You... fart..."

Bai Lingyue rolled his eyes several times, then laughed miserably and looked at Fang Chen weakly:

"Can I survive?"

"You should be able to survive, just save your last breath."

Fang Chen said.

"Don't lie to me. With such an injury... I can't survive at all. If you have the chance to return to your hometown, help me bring the ashes back."

Bai Lingyue suddenly grabbed Fang Chen's arm.

"That's all, you're really injured...you can't survive. I'll give you a ride, but remember, no matter what happens, you'll always be there waiting for me."

Fang Chen grabbed Bai Lingyue's shoulders and walked toward the edge.

Bai Lingyue shivered in pain, gasped repeatedly, and looked at Fang Chen in horror:

"Fang... Jianshou, what are you going to do?"

"Remember what I just said."

Fang Chen smiled, and with a fierce throw, Bai Lingyue flew out and fell straight down.

Bai Lingyue's face was full of disbelief.

"Fang Chen...I'll fuck you..."

Bai Lingyue's voice became smaller and smaller until it was no longer audible. Everyone waited for a while before hearing a dull sound coming from below.

On the ladder to heaven, the sword cultivators from the Long family looked at each other with horror.

How could this guy be so cruel to his own people! ?

On the fairy boat, Chen Qingtai couldn't help but look at Li Changsheng: "This kid has a future."

"He just didn't want his companions to suffer."

Li Changqing nodded gently: "If you cut it off, it will be cut off. There is indeed a future."

If it were him, he would do the same thing.

Higher up, Yan Kun, Dan Zixu, Huo Yuanwei and other sword cultivators from Ditian and Beidou all saw this scene.

Some people yelled and cursed immediately, while others kept silent and kept moving forward.

At this point, they can't help themselves, and now only reaching the top is their end.

On the ladder to heaven, Fang Chen walked up to the group of Long family sword cultivators and said with a smile, "Who used him to block the sword?"

"You misunderstood. He was seriously injured and had hallucinations. No one used him to block the sword. He was just weak."

A sword cultivator from the Long family snorted coldly, and then walked towards the vines.

Just after taking two steps, I felt a chill on my back. Looking down, I saw the bloody sword tip.

Fang Chen pulled out his long sword, let the corpse kneel on the ground, wiped the blood on the sword with his clothes, and looked at the group of Long family sword cultivators who had not yet recovered:

"If it was really Sun Jiajian who was Xiu Yin, then he was not strong enough, but if one of our own was responsible, how could I, a fellow countryman, be willing to die?

I can't help but send you all down to accompany him. "

When the sword cultivators of the Sun family who were halfway up the climb saw this scene, they all laughed with gloating.

"You, you are so brave, that is the direct disciple of the Master of the Second Sword Academy!"

A sword cultivator from the Long family was shocked and angry.

On a certain immortal boat, an Immortal King Sword Cultivator stared at Fang Chen with lightning-like eyes, the murderous intent in his eyes undisguised.

"Which dean's disciple are you?"

Fang Chen walked towards the other party.

The Long family sword cultivator subconsciously took a few steps back and said angrily: "Don't come over, this matter has nothing to do with me."

"Who is that related to? Just tell me, and I won't embarrass you."

Fang Chen smiled and said: "You are so unwilling to tell me, is it the person who has a high status in the Long Family's Nine Sword Academy?

Even if you don't say it now, I can ask you later. It's not worth losing your life for this. "

"He doesn't dare to kill us, just kill one of us. If he dares to take action again, the master of the Long family will take his life when he leaves Yunlu City and doesn't have to settle the score with him after leaving the Sword Burial Ladder!"

Someone shouted sharply.

Fang Chen walked quickly towards this person. When he saw this, the person kept retreating. One side approached and the other retreated, and soon he reached the edge of the ladder.

The man looked down. He would not have had any heart palpitations at such a height before.

Now that he has transformed into a mortal, he seems to have truly become a mortal. Seeing this height, his legs began to tremble unconsciously, his heart pounded, and his face turned red.

Feeling that he was only half a step away from death, the man gritted his teeth and said, "I said..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge force surged in. He flew into the air in disbelief, looked at the footprints on his chest, and then looked at Fang Chen standing on the ladder to heaven. There was resentment on his face and he cursed wildly.

Fang Chen turned around and walked towards the remaining Long family sword cultivators. Before he could reach the crowd, someone said:

"I just saw that the person closest to your fellow countryman is Lu Bingbing of the First Sword Academy."

"What's his background?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"The second son of the master of the First Sword Academy, he is less than 800 years old and is already a monk in the tribulation period."

"Oh, he is a genius just like Fu Donghai, but with his strength, how can he stay here and meet my fellow countrymen?"

Fang Chen smiled.

The other party's expression was complicated: "There is a Sun family swordsman who is causing trouble for him and deliberately delaying him."

"It seems that my fellow countryman did not lie or talk nonsense."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile and walked towards the vines.

When he was about to start climbing to a higher ladder, a Long family swordsman suddenly rushed over, intending to strike Fang Chen with a sword from behind.

"Brother, I will avenge you!!"

There was a flash of sword light in front of his eyes, and the figure of the visitor froze immediately. A gash was opened in his neck, and blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

He dropped the sword in his hand, hurriedly covered his neck, and looked at the group of Long family sword cultivators as if asking for help.

But how could such an injury be stopped? He just opened his mouth and fell to his knees with a pale face due to excessive blood loss.

Seeing Fang Chen killing several of his colleagues from the Sword Academy one after another, the Long family sword cultivator was so angry that he did not dare to say anything. He could only stare at Fang Chen's back, and no one dared to take action rashly.