Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

After an unknown amount of time, there were not many people left standing in front of Fang Chen.

The remaining Sun sword cultivators had not been close to the battlefield in the first place, but now that they saw that the situation was not good, they grabbed the vines and climbed upwards.

Fang Chen didn't chase after him. From yesterday to today, he had indeed exhausted a lot of energy. He had just fought again and would soon be exhausted if he didn't rest.

"Don't climb up, he has no strength, go and deal with him quickly!"

On the thirty-level ladder, a sword cultivator from the Sun family shouted angrily.

"Go ahead, you go!"

Those Sun family sword cultivators knew how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and they didn't want to risk their lives because of this incident.

The previous one was clearly willing to call a truce, which meant that he was already exhausted, but what happened next? Each opponent almost killed them with one sword.

Now that the other party doesn't chase, it doesn't mean that they are really exhausted. It's probably like the cat and mouse game before, trying to tease them.

Seeing that these colleagues were unwilling to take action, the people above could only stare. In their opinion, Fang Chen was really exhausted now and could no longer find the strength to take action!

"I guess I really have no energy left."

The Long family sword cultivators looked at each other, secretly guessing Fang Chen's current state.

"By the way, is Lu Bingbing here?"

Fang Chen suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked at each other, and one of them shook his head: "Not here, he is higher up."

"Thank you."

Fang Chen nodded lightly and said no more words.

The thirty-third level of the ladder.

There are only a few dozen people here, and every one of them is a top-notch swordsman.

"Senior Brother Lu, the swordsman brought by the big house has been looking for you. He may want to avenge his fellow countryman."

A sword cultivator looked solemn. They had just seen Fang Chen kill the Sun family sword cultivator.

This person is simply a monster and unreasonable!

Lu Bingbing had a handsome face and a slender figure. He looked away from Fang Chen and said calmly:

"If he can catch up with me, we can talk about revenge."

After saying this, Lu Bingbing looked at Yan Kun not far away: "Yan Kun, how is his relationship with you?"

"There is a bit of grudge between us, but it's just because of gambling and fighting. Master does not allow internal fighting."

Yan Kun smiled lightly.

With his help, Dan Zixu and Huo Yuanwei are now on the thirty-third level of the ladder, but they are already tired and are taking the time to rest.

"So, if this kid really comes to your door, you won't help him?"

Lu Bingbing smiled.

"Brother Lu is joking, why should I help him?"

Yan Kun smiled and shook his head, "But I won't take action. After all, Master is watching. I hope Brother Lu won't blame him."

"understand."

Lu Bingbing nodded lightly, and then looked at Bai Qingming, who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath alone:

"I heard that Fang Chen and you are brothers, both disciples of the Xuxian Sword Sect?"

Bai Qingming opened his eyes and picked up the sword lying across his leg, "What? Do you want to have a fight?"

Lu Bingbing frowned slightly, then chuckled and said: "Our goal is to reach the top. Internal fighting is meaningless to you and me. Even after we leave this place, we will be questioned by the adults above. Li Changsheng will not be able to protect you by then." .”

After a pause, "If your junior brother catches up, I hope you can persuade him not to provoke me."

"Okay, I will persuade him."

Bai Qingming smiled and nodded.

Only if you can persuade him to move.

Based on his understanding of Fang Chen's temperament, he couldn't persuade him even with two more words.

"I don't quite believe you."

Lu Bingbing suddenly chuckled: "Kill him to avoid any more trouble."

Several Long family sword cultivators looked at each other, raised their swords and walked towards Bai Qingming.

When the sword cultivators of the Sun family saw this scene, they all had smiles on their faces, and someone laughed and said:

"I'm here to help you too. This guy and his junior brother should be removed so that we can compete fairly."

"You despicable people."

Bai Qingming cursed loudly and immediately ran towards the vines. At the same time, he did not forget to say something to Yan Kun:

"Yan Kun, we are all from the same hometown, are you sure you want to die without saving me?"

Yan Kun remained silent, while Dan Zixu and Huo Yuanwei looked at each other with hesitant expressions.

"It's not that I don't want to save him, it's that I can't help myself."

Yan Kun said calmly.

"A real dog."

Bai Qingming cursed loudly, then grabbed the vine and climbed up.

When Lu Bingbing and others saw this, they stopped resting and planned to catch up with Bai Qingming first to solve this hidden danger.

"Senior Brother Fu, do we care about this matter?"

Zhang Gaotian glanced at Fu Donghai.

"Ignore it."

Fu Donghai shook his head gently.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

The small gap between everyone also gradually appeared during this period. Some people have climbed to the fiftieth level of the ladder, while others are still stuck at the forty level.

Fortunately, there are some fruits on the vines, which can not only satisfy hunger, but also quench thirst. Otherwise, in the middle and late stages, everyone's pace will become slower and slower. It will most likely take a whole day or even several days to climb the first level of the ladder. effort.

Someone has calculated that about half of the Sun family's sword masters have died so far. Some of them fell because they were exhausted, but most of them died in Fang Chen's hands.

On the other hand, the sword cultivators of the Long family are basically safe and sound. In the gambling battle between the two parties, the Long family already has the upper hand.

Three months later.

The sixtieth level of the ladder.

According to the world's understanding of the Sword Burial Ladder, those who can climb to the sixtieth level are basically swordsman geniuses who are unique among thousands.

If a real mortal climbed here, as long as he had some spiritual talent, he would be favored by a famous family.

The sword cultivators of the Long and Sun families are only one in a million, so climbing here is nothing, it just depends on the speed.

Nowadays, many sword cultivators from the Long family are still down there. As for the Sun family... there are no more sword cultivators from the Sun family below level 60.

Not all of them climbed to level sixty or above, but those who climbed slowly were sent away by Fang Chen.

"The feeling here...is really difficult."

Fang Chen came to the sixty-level ladder with a hint of exhaustion on his face.

There were many sword cultivators from the Long family and the Sun family who were just like him, and some were just lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

"Fang Chen is here, don't sleep!"

Someone pushed the colleague next to him to wake up.

When they discovered that Fang Chen had arrived, all the Sun family swordsmen showed anger, but they did not choose to run away.

Now every step takes a huge amount of effort.

"Don't be afraid, he doesn't have the strength to deal with us."

A Sun family swordsman said in a low voice.

"Stop dealing with us. Your Long family swordsman is chasing your senior brother. If you don't go up earlier, I'm afraid his body will be cold."

One person shouted at Fang Chen.

"who is it?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"Lu Bingbing."

The other party said coldly.

The nearby sword cultivators from the Long family looked a little unnatural.

When Fang Chen saw this, he looked up, then walked straight towards the vines and continued climbing up.

The Sun family sword cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little grateful to Lu Bingbing in their hearts.

If it weren't for this person, I'm afraid this person named Fang would still insist on clinging to them.

The higher you go, the emptier it becomes.

A few months later, while Fang Chen was climbing, he heard a soft sound suddenly coming from deep in the vines.

"who?"

"it's me."

Bai Qingming, who was covered in blood, stuck out his head and said, "They are all up there. Don't go up yet. If there weren't enough vines here, I might have gotten cold."

His lower body was empty, and his two feet had disappeared. He used vines to tightly bind the wound to prevent him from bleeding to death.