Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 355 Surprise Attack

Nangong Wang laughed wildly and said:

"The Taixuan Sword Sect has such a great reputation. Let me see your true strength today!"

"Just you?" Mo Qingfeng sneered, and the clothes he was wearing suddenly emitted a faint dark yellow aura, and his complexion began to become younger again.

Cold and decisive.

The person who seemed like an old man and had experienced many hardships before suddenly disappeared.

Seventeen sword beams slashed down from the sky simultaneously. A tiny speck of dark yellow crystal suddenly rose up, and Mo Qingfeng's entire body was covered with countless such dark yellow crystals.

His entire body was enveloped in a cloud of mist.

Seventeen devastating sword beams slashed through the mist, just like cutting into sand. All the murderous aura and killing intent on the sword disappeared without a trace.

Everyone was completely stunned.

Before they came, they knew that Mo Qingfeng had a high level of cultivation. He was one of the only remaining masters of the Taixuan Sword Sect, which had been famous in Jiuzhou for thousands of years.

There have always been few people in the sect, but every one of them is an extremely powerful person who can dominate the world.

The four major sword sects worked together and invited Li Yuqing from the Taiwei Sword Sect, who then dared to come and ask for sword skills. When they tried a move, everyone's heart began to beat nervously.

Someone was muttering, "What is this?"

"I've never seen this before. Can a sword cultivator achieve this level of skill?"

"This is Taixuan's unique Xuanhuangqing Qi. A single strand weighs ten thousand taels! It's even stronger than the strongest divine armor in the Nine Continents!"

The white-bearded old man Chen Tianze had the most seniority and could tell at a glance.

"Do you want to come again?" Mo Qingfeng said calmly.

“Come again!” Nangong Wang roared, “Just now I only released less than 30% of my sword intent!”

Mo Qingfeng looked at him coldly: "Then you should attack more this time, otherwise you will regret it if you die. Take the sword!" This time, he attacked first.

The iron sword in his hand has turned silver-white, and the sword body seems to contain the purest sword intent.

"This is frost and snow, everyone be careful!"

Chen Tianze yelled.

Mo Qingfeng's sword exuded a truly bone-chilling chill. The sword was filled with sinister intent. As he thrust out, everyone on the battlefield felt as if their heads were frozen.

Mo Qingfeng shook the sword in his hand, and countless pure white sword energy covered the sky and shot towards the seventeen figures at the same time.

A faint fishy smell immediately filled the air.

The purple sword energy in Nangong Wang's hand transformed into a huge Dao diagram covering the sky and earth, barely blocking the sword beams. At the same time, he turned around and roared:

"Fellow Daoists, please lend me a hand!"

Sixteen figures flew behind him at the same time, each of them with their palms on Nangong Wang's shoulders. The seventeen people were like centipedes, with their left hands on their shoulders and their right hands holding swords!

Seventeen sword intentions merged into the purple Dao diagram at the same time, and all the pure white sword beams in the sky disappeared.

An extremely thin and sharp sword tip slowly emerged from the picture.

Then, seventeen different colors appeared on the tip of the sword at the same time, flashing with the light of glass.

It was only about one foot long. After it broke away from the Dao diagram, it suddenly flew towards Mo Qingfeng's brow like lightning and dew. This was the combined power of seventeen Dao Nine-Realm Sword Cultivators.

The thick dark void around the flying sword blade was completely torn apart.

Although this sword was small, its power was terrifying. All the trees on the mountains bowed their heads. Mo Qingfeng did not dare to be careless. He hung Frost and Snow upright in front of him, with the tip of the sword pointing at his eyebrows.

In a drop of blood-red, soul blood shining with golden light was forced out.

The soul and blood quickly merged into the sword body, supporting a curtain of light.

The colorful sword blade flew over and pierced directly into the light curtain.

That light curtain was more resilient than the dark yellow mist before. The colorful sword only penetrated less than three inches before it was finally slowly slowed down by the light curtain.

Nangong Wang gathered his energy and sword, and seeing Li Yuqing standing far away watching the battle, he suddenly roared, "Master Yuqing, why don't you take action?"

"What do you care!" Li Yuqing sneered, and took Du Fang's body and fled away.

'She...she's gone!'

"Take the secret of the fairy with you!"

The tenacious minds of the seventeen people suddenly wavered at that moment.

Li Yuqing, Nangong Wang and Chen Tianze from Taiwei Sword Sect were the main organizers of this sword duel, but they ran away at the most critical moment of the sword duel.

"Women are really unreliable!"

Nangong Wang's face turned blood red and he cursed loudly.

"We all made wedding clothes for this woman!"

As the morale of the seventeen people declined, Mo Qingfeng's sword rhythm immediately began to surge, and he had slowly forced the colorful sword of energy out two meters away.

"A bunch of losers, fighting among yourselves and yet you dare to come here and die!"

Mo Qingfeng sneered and just raised his hand to launch the most earth-shattering attack. Suddenly, behind him, silently, a golden and purple sword light flew from under his feet and pierced directly into Mo Qingfeng's chest.

This attack is definitely the strength of the Immortal Three Slashes.

The sword light was so fast that there was no time to react.

Moreover, the timing of the stab was just right, to the millimeter.

Mo Qingfeng roared wildly, and tried his best to cut the colorful sword away. He turned around and slashed down, but the sword missed.

"Yuqing Zhenren has indeed lived up to our expectations!"

Chen Tianze had already seen that the sword was stabbed by Li Yuqing.

Sure enough, Li Yuqing's figure reappeared on the battlefield.

I don't know when, her figure escaped, disappeared, and suddenly appeared again.

Li Yuqing smiled faintly and said, "Sword fighting, sword fighting, you guys only know how to use brute force with swords, and you never understand the importance of brains!"

Nangong Wang laughed loudly and said, "The Immortal is indeed extremely intelligent. He escaped to distract him, then returned and suddenly launched a surprise attack. He is truly powerful. We have won this battle today!"

Mo Qingfeng took a deep breath, bent his waist, and stared at Li Yuqing coldly:

"You've used all of the Taiwei Sword Sect's concealment techniques, wisdom, and scheming on me. That's really great, really great..."

He was so angry that suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Then his body fell down and he could hardly stand in the air.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior brother. I will definitely become an immortal in this life!" Li Yuqing said with a leisurely smile, not feeling ashamed at all.

"Shameless!" Mo Qingfeng coughed up blood again!

Nangong Wang immediately shouted: "Kill him while he's weak. A tiger like this will bring endless troubles in the future!" More than a dozen figures pounced on him at the same time.

Everyone present knew that this was a blood feud. If Mo Qingfeng was not killed, there would be endless troubles in the future.

This Taixuan Sword Sect only has one person, but it requires the combined efforts of their seventeen ninth-level sword cultivators, as well as a surprise attack, to gain the upper hand.

This terrifying strength is almost comparable to that of the Human Emperor of that year.

He even has the strength to reach the peak of despair and leap to the extreme.

The seventeen sword beams joined forces again and slashed towards Mo Qingfeng's head.

Mo Qingfeng stretched out his finger to block, and his fingertips drew a yellow scripture. The pages closed gently, trapping the sword intent inside.

But at the same time, this conjured yellow scripture might have consumed too much of his energy and blood, and Mo Qingfeng's body trembled again.

Blood spots with red and gold began to flow out from the seven orifices.

"He's dying, kill him!"