"Junior brother, how confident are you?"

Bai Qingming Dao.

"I've been sitting firmly on my side."

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

Before Bai Qingming could react, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head. In just a blink of an eye, they had already arrived in front of a Long Family Sword Cultivator.

Fang Chen suddenly turned around and slashed at the other one, and the sword in Bai Qingming's hand just swept across the neck of the Long family sword cultivator.

Puchi-

There was a sound that sounded almost at the same time, and the two heads rolled down, and there was still a trace of disbelief on their faces.

"How could it be so fast!"

The monks from all sides looked shocked.

Through their observations during this period, I thought that the other party’s Chen’s limit was enough to understand.

But now, Fang Chen's speed is far faster than before.

This is still at the sixty-eighth level ladder!

In just a blink of an eye, all the Long Family sword cultivators left behind had died.

It is hard for them to imagine why it is very difficult for them to take a step for others, but they can still burst out with such speed when they are carrying someone on their back?

"He has been hiding his weakness before, maybe this is his real strength!"

"Maybe he is still hiding his weakness? Strange, can mortals fight their bodies to this level?"

Fang Chen stood there to recover his strength, gasping gently, looking a little ashamed:

"I haven't really worked hard for too long, and I feel worse than before."

"Isn't this as before?"

Bai Qingming said in surprise: "What were you doing before you practice?"

“As now, people are killing.

Senior brother may not know that if you don’t kill the environment at that time, others will bully you. Only when you are afraid of killing them will they be at peace for a while.”

Fang Chen took a deep breath, then looked at Lu Bingbing, who had not had time to start climbing not far away, and another sword cultivator from the First Sword Academy:

"You guys are slow."

Lu Bingbing's face was very gloomy and her eyes flashed. The murderous skills that the other party had just shown, as well as its rapid speed and power, were particularly conspicuous on the Burial Sword Ladder.

"Brother Lu, this person is not easy to deal with. He is here to find you, so I'll take the lead."

The sword cultivator beside Lu Bingbing smiled and immediately grabbed the vine and crawled upwards.

"Your methods are indeed good. When you leave the Burial Sword Ladder, how about I put a table of wine to apologize?

You all will stay in the Long family in the future. Everyone is considered a colleague. There is no need to... make a death-death grudge, right?"

Lu Bingbing thought for a while and said with a smile.

"We brothers can't afford to drink your wine. When you leave this place, you will be a sword cultivator who will turn around and use the sword to cut us."

Bai Qingming smiled.

Lu Bingbing shook her head gently: "A gentleman's word is as good as a horse. I can let go of the hatred between you and me, and I hope you can let go and put the overall situation first."

"You are not the overall situation, whether you die or live will not affect today's gambling."

Fang Chen smiled and walked towards Lu Bingbing with his sword: "Senior brother, you will come to settle him later."

"good!"

Bai Qingming grinned.

At this moment, a gust of wind and thunder suddenly came from a distance, like a tide rolling.

In an instant, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt appeared in the void. He held a long sword in his hand and was carrying a broken corpse in his left hand. The corpse was cut from his right shoulder to his left waist and was cut off by a sword.

"This is……"

The sanxian from the Long family and the Sun family moved their eyes and recognized the identity of the middle-aged man in green clothes almost at the same time.

The owner of the Long Family's First Sword Academy, Lu Qingshu.

But... the lords of the nine sword academies are just sword cultivators in the ascension stage, but now Lu Qingshu has a faint smell of a scattered immortal.

Everyone looked solemn. Could it be that the Long family has released another scattered immortal sword cultivator?

There are very few sword cultivators who can be promoted to Sanxian in the Prisoner Land, such as the Holy Land of Jiuxian Mountain, and there is only one Zhu Yunchen.

It is thousands of times more difficult for a sword cultivator to be promoted to a sanxian than a monk who seeks the orthodox way of immortality!

This kind of existence is also the facade of major families and sects. When something rises to a certain level, the immortal sword cultivator needs to come forward to fight the sword to solve the problem.

The four great families, three sects, and the Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land, originally had a scattered immortal sword cultivator in charge.

If Lu Qingshu is really promoted to Sanxian today, the Long family's strength in this area will surpass all parties.

"Hey, the one in his hand... looks familiar."

"Wait, isn't this the old immortal Zhengde who was secretly practicing in Taimu Mountain?"

"It's really him... He has been promoted to Sanxian for more than 500 years, but now he dies at the hands of Lu Qingshu..."

"Lu Qingshu has been promoted to Sanxian..."

The scattered immortals on both sides recognized the origin of the half of the corpse in Lu Qingshu's hand, and their expressions were a bit strange.

"The old immortal Zhengde was bewitched. A few days ago, he tried to ambush and kill the second family of the Long family on the way. Today he was given the title of the head, and he was still worthy of death."

Lu Qingshu spoke slowly.

His eyes swept away and fell to Li Changsheng.

"Husband..."

The woman in a plain skirt showed worries.

Chen Qingtai and others also looked a little unfair. Lu Qingshu was from the second house, and now he has been promoted to Sanxian. In the future, they have to be careful when walking outside.

"Don't be afraid, he is not as good as me when he is promoted to Sanxian."

Li Changsheng gently patted the woman in the plain skirt's arm and looked at Lu Qingshu with a smile:

"Brother Lu, congratulations, there is another scattered immortal sword cultivator in the Prisoner of Wind, and I will not be alone."

Lu Qingshu smiled slightly, looked behind him slowly, and bowed slightly.

A ray of light flashed by, and an old man appeared at the same time with several middle-aged and young men.

Everyone's expressions moved. The old man was named Long Jingyao. He was the second wife's immortal. Long Ao's grandfather was the second transfer more than a thousand years ago.

Several immortals around him were all his sons, including Long Ao's father and uncle.

"Everyone, I'm a step late this time, mainly because the old immortal Zhengde has a low cultivation level, but is very cunning, and it is difficult to hide and find it."

Long Jingyao hugged everyone and clasped his fists.

"Your Long family was ambushed on the way? Haha, so is our Sun family. It seems that this is too coincidental."

A second-hand immortal from the Sun family looked at Long Jingyao with a smile on his face.

"Yes, that's a coincidence."

Long Jingyao nodded with a smile.

Then he greeted Zhao Yunlu and exchanged a few greetings. It was obvious that he had known in advance that Zhao Yunlu was also present this time and did not show any surprise.

"Dad, save me!"

A sound came from the burial sword ladder.

Lu Qingshu's expression moved, and his eyes suddenly locked on Lu Bingbing, as well as Fang Chen and Bai Qingming in front of him.

A monk from the second house came forward to explain the causes and consequences, and Lu Qingshu immediately looked at Li Changsheng:

"Li Changsheng, what do you mean?"

Before Li Changsheng could speak, Long Jingyao shouted coldly: "Are you making a fool of yourself? Isn't you showing a joke to the Sun family?"

Li Changsheng sighed in his heart and looked at where Fang Chen was: "Fang Chen, don't mess around, reaching the top is your goal."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to be ringing in Fang Chen's ears.

Lu Bingbing smiled slightly at Fang Chen: "My father has been promoted to Sanxian, and the second family ancestor is valued by him. His status is above Li Changsheng. Fellow Daoist Fang, you should wait to drink my apology bar."

"Drink your head."

Fang Chen laughed a long time and rushed straight towards Lu Bingbing.

A hint of panic appeared in Lu Bingbing's eyes. Seeing Fang Chen getting closer and closer, she had to raise her sword to fight.

After one move, Lu Bingbing's head had rolled off her shoulders.

When Lu Qingshu saw this scene, his expression turned extremely ashen.

A young sword cultivator next to a noble lady in the second room had a fierce murderous intent in his eyes. Lu Bingbing was his younger brother.

He loves the most and is also the most like his younger brother.
Chapter completed!