Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 133 March 9, Longyuan Watching the Sword

Du Fang's whole body suddenly froze, and he immediately flew down on his sword, heading straight for Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang's mansion was very large. He changed into a blood-stained robe and sat in the flower hall of his house. He gently poured a cup of tea for Du Fang and said, "Brother Du Fang, please have some tea!"

Du Fang picked up the cup and drank it all, then said directly:

"If you have something to say, say it now! If you have to fart, fart now!"

He looked down on Lu Wushuang's character. He was just saying that the sword is there and the man is there, but in the blink of an eye, he was reminiscing about the past with him in a nonchalant manner.

Lu Wushuang smiled faintly, "Brother Du, you have an immortal body. One day you will surely ascend to the ninth realm and become a powerful being who controls the world. As your big brother, I want to treat you well!"

Du Fang said coldly, "I'm not your brother, and you're not my eldest brother. You think I'll hold back just because I took your sword? You're wrong!"

The golden holy sword in his hand began to emit a yellow golden light, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at his throat:

"Can you tell me?"

"Speak...speak...Brother Du, please put down your sword first!"

"You kept me here and deliberately delayed time. Do you have any purpose?"

His expression was very cold. Ever since Master Qinghe taught him a lesson, he didn't dare to trust strangers at all and looked at them with suspicion.

"Brother Du Fang, you are wrong. I am keeping you here not because I want to gain your friendship or deter those traitors, but because I don't want you to go to Longyuan and die!"

Du Fang stood up suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Lu Wushuang sighed softly and said, "Last night, the Longyuan Sword Sect informed all sword cultivators above the Seventh Realm in the world that on March 19th, they should go to Longyuan Divine Mountain to observe the swordsmanship! They should personally witness the White Wasteland Lord ascend to the Ninth Realm!"

Du Fang was suddenly stunned.

Is Baizhi’s cultivation speed so fast?

This can only be described as terrifying. I am far from being able to match this speed of cultivation.

Not to mention myself, no one in the history of time has ever been able to break through the eighth and ninth realms in such a short period of time.

How many peerless geniuses have practiced hard for decades, but still cannot reach the edge of the ninth level, and Bai Zhi!

"Is this news true?" Du Fang said immediately.

"Of course, Lord Baihuang dared to issue an imperial decree ordering people to go to his Longyuan Sword School to observe swordsmanship. Naturally, he must be absolutely sure. Otherwise, it would be a huge joke. As one of the seven major sword sects in the world, the Longyuan Sword Sect would be humiliated!"

Du Fang sat down slowly.

March 19th is three days later.

Bai Zhi broke through the eighth realm in less than three and a half months, and now she is about to reach the ninth realm!

Who would dare to believe this myth if it were told to others?

Lu Wushuang shook his head and said, “When I received this imperial edict, I thought someone was making a fool of themselves. It wasn’t until I met Long Yuan’s envoy and confirmed it again and again that I finally understood that Lord Baihuang really wanted to break through the Ninth Realm!”

"This is a legend in the spiritual world!" said Du Fang.

Lu Wushuang also nodded. "Who says it's not true? In the Nine Divine Continents, there are less than ten famous Ninth Realm geniuses of the human race. Including the ancestors who have lived in seclusion, there are no more than twenty at most. In our Nancangzhu Continent, there is only one Ninth Realm genius..."

Du Fang said, "Are you talking about the guardian of Nancang Zhuzhou, the Great Zhuguo Changying?"

"Yes, and let me tell you something shocking!"

Du Fang listened quietly, and Lu Wushuang said softly:

"Lord Baihuang has invited the Great Pillar State to a duel. On March 19th, she will personally challenge the Great Pillar State and slay her with the sword, replacing Changying and becoming the true Great Pillar State of our Nancang Continent!"

Du Fang took a deep breath.

This is simply arrogant and even courting death.

It has been nearly a hundred years since Great Pillar State Changying entered the Ninth Realm. She has not been born in these hundred years. Who knows what level of terrifying cultivation she has reached.

Even if Bai Zhi could reach the top of the Ninth Realm on March 19th, how could she, a newcomer to the Ninth Realm, compare with the sword cultivators who had been in the Ninth Realm for hundreds of years?

At the same realm, sword skills and the strength of the sword spirit are all factors that determine victory or defeat.

Moreover, in the legend of the sword cultivation path, the nine realms are divided into three levels, and each level is a difficult level to cross.

How could Bai Zhi be so confident that she dared to challenge Dazhuguo?

Could it be because of the power of that ancient monster, the yellow bird?

He made such a guess.

Lu Wushuang saw it all and whispered:

"Although I don't know what realm Bai Zhi has reached in her cultivation, she has subdued the ancient monsters, making a name for herself throughout the nine states! And yesterday she challenged the Great Pillar State. She must be confident. Otherwise, not only she, but the entire Longyuan Sword Sect would not be able to afford to lose this person..."

"So, Brother Du Fang, I advise you not to go to Longqi City yet. Wait until after this battle before making a decision!"

Du Fang murmured and sighed: "He is indeed a genius in swordsmanship..."

Lu Wushuang said:

"Yes, ever since the Great Desolation shattered ten thousand years ago, the world's top cultivators have been trapped and died at the peak of the Ninth Realm. This peak is also the realm that many people dream of their entire lives, but cannot reach..."

"In the Nine Divine Continents, there are more than a million sword cultivators in the human race alone, but only a dozen or so can reach the pinnacle of the realm. Every Ninth Realm expert has accumulated ten or even a hundred years of hard training to reach the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm..."

Lu Wushuang sighed deeply:

"But Lord Baihuang reached the seventh realm last year and broke through the eighth realm not long ago. In less than a month, he's already on the verge of breaking through again. This speed is unprecedented in the history of the world!"

Du Fang finally said, "Thank you, City Lord Lu, for reminding me and telling me this news!"

"That's as it should be. You possess the power of immortal spirits. You will be the most promising swordsman in the future, capable of competing with Lord Baihuang. I am old and have been trapped in the Seventh Realm for my entire life. This sword..."

His eyes looked at the golden holy sword in Du Fang's hand.

"Following me, I am buried. Only in your hands can I show my divine power and compete with the most advanced divine weapons in the nine divine lands!"

Du Fang asked in surprise: "Aren't you heartbroken?"

"If I don't feel bad, I will meet a good talent. I feel ashamed of it!"

Du Fang hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "I took your sword and owe you a favor. Do you need me to help you eliminate those monks?"

"No need!" Lu Wushuang said with a smile.

"why?"

"My subordinates betrayed me. Firstly, it was the evil that Xingluo City Lord caused at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain that day. These people colluded with the foreign enemy just for the seventh-level divine sword in my hand. Now..."

He looked at Du Fang with a smile and said, "I'm leaving this trouble to you. You'll have to take care of yourself!"

Du Fang walked out. Today's news was too explosive. He needed to find a quiet place to sort it out.

When he walked out the door, he suddenly turned around and said:

"On March 19th, there will be a sword fight at Longyuan. Will you go?"

A look of pride suddenly emerged on Lu Wushuang's face:

"Of course, this kind of event only happens once in a century. It's a showdown between the strongest warriors. Many people will never see it in their lifetime. Any sword cultivator will definitely go there upon hearing the news."

"Then see you in three days!"

Du Fang said this and walked out of the door.

Lu Wushuang looked at his disappearing figure, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Wushuang City is very large. Although its population is not as dense as Longqi City, it is still a big city with hundreds of thousands of people.

Du Fang was upset and walked slowly on the street, sorting out the questions in his mind.

Suddenly it started to rain lightly.

No, it's not rain—

It turned out to be a bloody rain!