Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 360 Jade Purity Soul-Slaying Sword

The Fire Spirit Saint suddenly transformed into a human form, with an expression of slight pain on his face, and the cold and indifferent pressure suddenly disappeared.

"You are wrong! Gods cannot be killed by mortals!"

"Oh, let's try it!"

Mo Qingfeng suddenly became elegant, the pure white sword light in his hand began to disappear, and above the night sky, the bright moon that was almost a thousand feet in size slowly faded away.

The darkness gradually dissipated.

But the temperature of this world was getting higher and higher. Du Fang saw with his own eyes that starting from the top of the mountain, the green leaves began to evaporate water and the trunks slowly began to dry up.

Sweat began to break out all over his face.

But Li Yuqing beside him was completely unaware of it. It seemed that the powerful person at the peak of the ninth realm was indeed quite capable.

Just as the temperature began to rise.

Mo Qingfeng suddenly shook his wrist three times, and the pure white sword light began to flow and gradually turned green. The aura on the sword was as gentle as spring water, blowing down from the air.

Slowly dissipate the heat above the entire sea.

A cold and chilling sword intent emerged from the frost and snow that gradually turned green. Mo Qingfeng suddenly jumped up, holding the sword and chanting softly -

Yuqing Soul-Slaying Sword!

This sword was agile and graceful, far less grand and glorious than the previous ones, and it didn't even have a trace of murderous intent. It was like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, making people feel extremely comfortable.

Du Fang took a deep breath. Li Yuqing quietly watched Mo Qingfeng's sudden rise and said softly, "This sword is the most powerful skill that established our Taiwei Sword School!"

"It's just a trick. I have seen this sword intent more than a thousand years ago!"

The Fire Spirit Saint snorted coldly, and a sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword was tangible but intangible, like a thin fire stick, stained with flames, and went towards the frost and snow on Mo Qingfeng.

At this moment, the original war between gods suddenly became narrow.

Just like the previous sword fight between the Ninth Realm Sword Cultivators, the two began to fight close to each other. The Fire Spirit Saint Lord flashed and appeared beside Mo Qingfeng like a ghost.

His arm pointed at the flaming sword, and wherever the tip of the sword went, the air seemed to solidify instantly, leaving behind a crack that was invisible to the naked eye.

Mo Qingfeng also pushed his sword skills to the extreme, his figure was like smoke and his sword light was like snow.

One is cold and the other is hot, one is ice and the other is cold.

Du Fang was completely confused. He didn't understand why these two people were so terrifying when they were fighting with swords before, but now they were fighting with swords like children, moving around in close combat.

"What's going on?" He couldn't help but ask Li Yuqing beside him.

But he saw that Li Yuqing's face was covered in sweat, and he was biting his lips nervously, as if he was more worried about Mo Qingfeng's safety than he was.

"They are competing in sword power. If you feel the temperature is high, it means that the Soul Breaker has the upper hand. If the temperature drops, it means that Senior Brother Mo will win!"

Du Fang only felt the temperature around him getting higher and higher, while Mo Qingfeng, who was at the center of the battlefield, had a sword covered in frost and snow. It was far from the majestic and imposing aura of a dragon soaring into the sky. Instead, it was as light and agile as a spring dance, a swallow dancing, or a butterfly flying.

The fiery sword in the hands of the Fire Spirit Saint became more and more sharp.

One red and one white, almost every collision is accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing.

There was also the faint sound of bones breaking in the air.

Du Fang's heart suddenly sank. This voice had appeared before when the three great swordsmen pierced the body of Fang Yu, who was transformed by the Fire Spirit Saint Lord.

But now, the voice came from deep inside Mo Qingfeng's body.

This is the sound of sword intent breaking bones.

This was a bloodless battle, two of the strongest men in Jiuzhou fighting in close combat, and there was no trace of pain on Mo Qingfeng's face.

Although he was at a disadvantage, his sword skills became more and more dense, gradually weaving into an impenetrable sword net.

Time passes by every second.

The hair on Du Fang's head had completely curled up.

The outcome seemed to be decided within the last few moves.

Li Qingshuang's fingertips had turned white from being pinched.

Du Fang finally figured out the trick. The Fire Spirit Saint Lord was so close to Mo Qingfeng because he had already calculated that Mo Qingfeng was a mortal and could not withstand the temperature of his own flames.

As soon as the Fire Spirit Saint Lord got close to him, Mo Qingfeng had to divert most of his spiritual power to maintain his body temperature to prevent himself from being burned.

It was so hot even standing far away, so one could imagine how scorching the temperature would be in this face-to-face battle between the fire spirits. Du Fang didn't even dare to imagine it.

Mo Qingfeng's face had changed from being full of life to gradually turning gray.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the Fire Spirit Saint: "You have indeed seen it!"

The Fire Spirit Saint also sneered: "Of course I have seen it. That old woman in Taiwei was so ignorant that she dared to attack me. This Yuqing Soul-Slaying Sword is just a name. It can't withstand Taixuan's Three Purities Sword Aura at all!"

The skin on Mo Qingfeng's body had begun to turn black.

"Where's your third sword? Why haven't you used it yet?"

At this time, both of the Fire Spirit Saint's hands transformed into a fire sword, which was almost three meters long and completely enveloped Mo Qingfeng.

"right here!"

Mo Qingfeng suddenly took a deep breath and began to gather his strength.

There was determination in his eyes.

A set of dark yellow protective shields began to appear all over his body. At the same time, Frost and Snow, which was pure white with green light, swung out seven sword beams in succession.

As the seven sword beams were slashed out, they suddenly condensed into a white light, which then split into the perfect sword shadow.

——Mo Qingfeng soared into the air and chanted softly:

“This is the gentle breeze that brings happiness to everyone!”

"It's just a small path, is that all?" The Fire Spirit Saint smiled leisurely, and two beams of fire stuck to the Xuanhuang shield.

"Go to hell!" Mo Qingfeng suddenly shouted, and the sword light suddenly increased again. Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to be completely torn apart, and a black crack appeared in the air.

The Fire Spirit Saint sneered disdainfully:

"With your mortal body, you want to kill the gods!"

He clasped his hands together and clamped the black crack that appeared out of nowhere. The crack in space was forcibly closed by his palms.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred, and a thin, emerald green snake shadow appeared in the black crack. The snake shadow seemed not to be afraid of the temperature in the hands of the Flame Saint.

With a hiss, it penetrated into his entire body.

The Fire Spirit Saint immediately retreated, flew across three thousand feet, and cried out in shock:

"What is this? What the hell did you refine?"

The Xuanhuang shield slowly dissipated. Mo Qingfeng had a smile on his face, as gentle as a spring breeze. He chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten the Taoist of the Styx? This is the Taoist of the Styx's method. Taixuan has collected it for hundreds of years just to deal with evil creatures like you!"

The Fire Spirit Saint's body suddenly froze, and his entire flame-colored limbs began to fall outwards.

Even the temperature of the body began to cool down.