Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Originally, the disciples of the Long family and the sword cultivators here had already laughed out loud when they saw Bai Lingyue in such a mess, and when they saw him asking for help from Fang Chen, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You are looking for a sword cultivator in the distraction stage, but you are looking for a sword cultivator in the out-of-body stage to save you? Even you have been defeated, what can he do?"

"Don't run away. Why should I, a sword cultivator, be afraid of death? Just die obediently. It is your honor to die in the land of Prison Wind."

Bai Lingyue's face was pale. When he saw Fang Chen always closing his eyes, he already knew the answer in his heart.

The two distractions converged, and he looked at the sword cultivator of the Long family, with a flash of determination in his eyes. Even though he knew that his sword could not hurt the opponent, he still executed the most amazing sword in history.

The sword cultivator from the Long family had a look full of sneer, and with just one strike, Bai Lingyue's strike turned into a joke.

Bai Lingyue subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

In an instant, he looked back on his life.

Started to contact immortality at the age of three.

At the age of seven, he was attracted by the elders of the Tianji Sword Sect and was brought into the sect.

Since then, he has been obsessed with swords, and he also deeply knows how unattainable the identity of a sword cultivator is in the eyes of ordinary people.

For countless years, he has broken through from the lower fourth level to the middle third level, and now he has reached the stage of distraction.

If he can continue to live, he will have the confidence to attack the fusion, and even the fusion!

Originally going to Prison Wind this time, he even imagined that he would shine in the Sword Burial Ladder and soar into the sky.

I never thought... I just arrived at Long's house today and would end up dying in a foreign land.

"I wonder if they...will send my ashes back to Beidou."

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet.

Bai Lingyue felt a little strange. Could it be that he was already dead? The opponent's sword is already approaching, can he not notice the pain of death?

"Lend me your sword and use it."

Fang Chen's voice rang in Bai Lingyue's ears, and then the sword that was linked to his life was taken away from his hand.

Bai Lingyue opened his eyes in shock and saw Fang Chen walking towards the Long family sword cultivator with his sword in hand. At this moment, there was still a trace of astonishment on the Long family sword cultivator's face.

He just closed his eyes and didn't see what was happening in the outside world, but the people around him saw it with their own eyes. Fang Chen just raised his hand and easily dispersed the Long family swordsman's sword moves, saving Bai Lingyue.

"Why, why..."

Bai Lingyue said in a daze.

Yes, why! ?

The sword cultivators who came with them also had doubts in their minds.

It was clear that Fang Chen's own troubles had just been resolved, why did he take on Bai Lingyue's troubles again?

"In my hometown, we have different backgrounds, but now in Qiaofeng, we are fellow villagers. If I don't help you stand out today, I will be you tomorrow."

Fang Chen chuckled, then looked at the Long family sword cultivator: "You are no match for me. Retreat or die."

"I'm not your opponent?"

The Long family sword cultivator was stunned.

He was in the early stages of distraction, and the other person was just out of body, so why did he dare to say this?

Bai Lingyue and others were originally dissatisfied with Fang Chen's arrogance in the past, but they just felt that this person looked disgusting from head to toe.

But now, I suddenly found that Fang Chen's words made me feel happy and comfortable, as if the bad breath stuck in my heart was dissipated.

"We left our hometown and came to Qiaofeng... we are all fellow villagers..."

"Bai Lingyue looked at me just now, but I didn't dare to look at him. I just came to prison for one day, and I felt timid in my heart..."

Some people murmured to themselves, some people's eyes flickered, but in the end, their eyes became more determined.

"You said I'm not your opponent? Don't think that just because you killed Xue Zhong, you can really run rampant in front of me. Xue Zhong is just out of body. He will definitely lose against me!"

The Long family swordsman sneered and was about to draw his sword, but found that he couldn't move no matter what.

It was as if the control of his body was instantly taken away, and then he found that his arms began to feel numb, followed by his feet. He became more and more sleepy, and his eyelids couldn't help but drop.

A drop of blood fell to the ground. When he saw this scene, a big doubt arose in his heart.

When did the other party... take out the sword?

First, the out-of-body sword cultivator Xue Zhong was defeated, and then the Fen Shen sword cultivator died in battle.

The nearby swordsman from the Long family had fire in his eyes, staring at Fang Chen.

"This swordsman brought back by my uncle...does he have some tricks?"

On the other hand, the children of the Long family didn't have much emotion over the death of two sword cultivators in their family, and all their attention was focused on Fang Chen's sword moves.

He made two attacks, the first time he didn't even use his sword, and the second time... he borrowed someone else's sword.

But within one move, he defeated the genius who came from the Long Family Sword Academy. This kind of method... doesn't look like it comes from the countryside at all.

Zhang Gaotian had already glanced at Fang Chengao, but now, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

If the opponent's cultivation level is equal to his, can he take this sword?

Zhang Gaotian asked himself in his mind, but he could not think of the answer.

Maybe you can only know if you try it.

"Fang Chen, don't be presumptuous."

Li Changsheng snorted coldly, waved slightly, and the sword in Fang Chen's hand came into his hand. Then he smiled at Long Ao and said:

"Don't take the fight between the juniors too seriously. Fang Chen's sword moves are indeed a bit weird, but that's all."

"How could I take it to heart?"

Long Ao chuckled lightly and looked at Fang Chen, "Out-of-body Sword Cultivator, Cutting Split Divine Sword Cultivator, such talent in swordsmanship is indeed impressive. Even in the Prison Wind Land, he is considered to be among the best. I didn't expect you to be so talented." It’s good that a place in the countryside can produce such a proud man.”

After a pause, "Boy, are you willing to work under me? As long as you nod, I will help you solve the troubles in the Sun family. My second wife will train you, and you will have a much better future than following Li Changsheng."

Seeing Long Ao's open solicitation, the woman in plain skirt finally couldn't hold back her anger and immediately scolded:

"Cousin, please respect yourself."

"Hahaha, I was just joking. Why do you have to be so serious? A mere sword cultivator, no matter how strong he is, can only be as humble as an ant. How could I care? Today I know that the sword cultivator brought back by my sister-in-law is indeed capable of going to the Sword Burial Staircase. In my heart I feel relieved and say goodbye."

Long Ao laughed loudly and walked away with the people.

When Xue Shan passed by Fang Chen, he suddenly looked deeply at Fang Chen. Although he did not speak, the murderous intent in his eyes was clear.

Seeing Long Ao and others leaving, the woman in plain skirt was obviously relieved.

"follow me."

Li Changsheng glanced at everyone and walked toward the house with the woman in plain skirt in his arms.

Yan Kun finally found an opportunity and stepped forward to chat with Long Xuan, who seemed quite familiar with her.

"Fang Jianshou, thank you for your kindness. I know what to do in the future."

Bai Lingyue walked quickly to Fang Chen and whispered.

He didn't transmit the message, and everyone heard it. It was obviously intentional to show his attitude.