After the two sides confronted each other for a few breaths, the Long Family Sword Cultivators moved away and gave way to the side.
Bai Lingyue lay on the ground covered in blood, and now he could only breathe weakly, as if the call just now had used all his strength.
Fang Chen walked to Bai Lingyue and squatted down to check his injuries.
There were several deep bone-sighted wounds on his body, but the worst was not these sword wounds, but the lower half of his body had been completely crushed and his flesh was soft.
"You fell from a high place?"
Fang Chen asked in a low voice.
Bai Lingyue's physique is just a mortal. After being injured so seriously, it is difficult to speak. He gasped for a long time before he had the strength to whisper:
"I was shot down by the Long family's sword cultivator. The Sun family's sword cultivator made trouble for him. I happened to be next to him and was caught by him to block the sword. Fortunately, it was only three or four feet tall at that time. Otherwise... I would have been...
It's broken into pieces."
The expression of the Long Family Sword Cultivator nearby changed slightly, and someone laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, this person is talking nonsense. How could our Long Family Sword Cultivator block the sword with his own people?
He was so exhausted that he was cut off a few swords by the Sun Family Sword Cultivator before falling off the vine.”
"You... fart..."
Bai Lingyue rolled his eyes several times in succession, then laughed bitterly, and looked at Fang Chen weakly:
"I can't live anymore, right?"
"It should be able to survive and keep the last breath."
Fang Chen Dao.
"Don't lie to me anymore. Such injuries... I can't survive at all. If you have the chance to return to your hometown, help me bring the ashes back."
Bai Lingyue suddenly grabbed Fang Chen's arm.
"Forget it, you're so hurt... I can't survive anymore. I'll give you a ride, but remember, no matter what happens, I'll wait for me."
Fang Chen grabbed Bai Lingyue's shoulder and walked towards the edge.
Bai Lingyue shivered in pain, sucked in cold air, and looked at Fang Chen in horror:
"Fang...What are you going to do with Jianshou?"
"Remember what I just said."
Fang Chen smiled, threw it suddenly, and Bai Lingyue flew out and fell straight downward.
Bai Lingyue looked disbelief.
"Fang Chen...I'll fuck you..."
Bai Lingyue's voice became less and less until he could not hear it. Everyone waited for a while before they heard a dull sound coming from below.
On the ladder, the Long Family sword cultivators looked at each other, feeling creepy.
Why did this guy take such a ruthless move on his own people?
On the fairy boat, Chen Qingtai couldn't help looking at Li Changsheng: "This kid has a future."
"He just doesn't want his companions to suffer."
Li Changqing nodded gently: "If you break, you will break, and there is indeed a future."
If it were him, he would have done this.
At a higher place, Yan Kun, Tan Zixu, Huo Yuanwei and other sword cultivators from Di Tian and Beidou all saw this scene.
Some people immediately cursed, while others remained silent and continued to move forward.
When I arrived here, I couldn't help myself, and now they were the only way to reach the top.
On the ladder, Fang Chen walked to the group of Long Family sword cultivators and smiled and said, "Who brought him to block the sword?"
"You misunderstood. He was seriously injured and hallucinated. No one used him to block his sword. It was just that his strength was not good."
The Long Family Sword Cultivator snorted coldly, then walked towards the vine.
Just as I took two steps, I felt a chill on my back. I looked down and the bloody sword tip was in my eyes.
Fang Chen pulled out the long sword and let the corpse kneel down on the ground. He wiped the blood on the sword with his clothes, and looked at the group of Long Family Sword Cultivators who had not yet come to their senses:
"If it was really a sword from the Sun family, it was because he was not strong enough. But if it was his own actions, how could my fellow villager die?
I can't say that I'll send you down to accompany him."
When the Sun Family Jianxiu, who had been crawling halfway, saw this scene, he laughed gloatingly.
"You, you are so brave. He is the personal disciple of the owner of the Second Sword Academy!"
There was a Long family sword cultivator who was shocked and angry.
On a certain immortal boat, an immortal king sword cultivator stared at Fang Chen with his eyes as lightning as lightning. The murderous intent in his eyes was unconcealed.
"Which lord is you a disciple?"
Fang Chen walked towards the other party.
The Long Family Sword Cultivator subconsciously took a few steps back and said angrily: "Don't come over, this matter has nothing to do with me."
"Who is it related to? Tell me, I won't make things difficult for you."
Fang Chen smiled and said, "You are so unwilling to talk about it. Is that the one with a high status in the nine sword courtyards of the Long Family?
Even if I don’t talk about it now, I can still ask later. It’s not worth it to lose my life for this.”
"He doesn't dare to kill us, so it's okay to kill one. He dares to take action again. If he leaves the Burial Sword Ladder, Yunlucheng doesn't have to settle the score with him. The adults of the Long family will take his life!"
Someone shouted.
Fang Chen walked quickly towards this person. Seeing this, the man retreated repeatedly. One side approached the other side and retreated, and soon reached the edge of the ladder.
This man looked down and said that at this height before, he would not feel any palpitations.
Now that he has become a mortal, he seems to have become a mortal. Seeing this height, his legs unconsciously began to tremble, his heart pounded, and his face turned red.
He felt that he was only half a step away from death, so this person gritted his teeth: "I said..."
Before he finished speaking, a huge force rushed in. He flew into the air in disbelief. He looked at the footprints on his chest, then at Fang Chen standing on the ladder, with resentment on his face and cursing wildly.
Fang Chen turned around and walked towards the remaining Long Family Sword Cultivator. Before he could walk in front of everyone, someone spoke:
"I just saw that the closest distance from your fellow villager is Lu Bingbing, the First Sword Academy."
"What's his origin?"
Fang Chen smiled.
"The second son of the First Sword Academy, who is less than 800 years old, is already a cultivator in the Tribulation Stage."
"Oh, like Fu Donghai, he is a genius. But with his strength, how could he stay here and meet my fellow countrymen?"
Fang Chen smiled.
The other party looked complicated: "The Sun Family Jian Xiu was causing trouble for him and deliberately delayed him."
"It seems that my fellow countryman did not lie or talk nonsense."
Fang Chen nodded with a smile and walked towards the vine.
When he was about to start climbing and heading to a higher ladder, a Long family sword cultivator suddenly rushed over, intending to give Fang Chen a sword behind him.
"Brother, I'll avenge you!!"
A sword light flashed in front of him, and the person's body suddenly froze. He saw a hole in his neck, and blood was gushing outwards.
He dropped the sword in his hand, hurriedly covered his neck, and looked at the group of Long Family sword cultivators as if he was asking for help.
But how could such injuries be stopped? He just opened his mouth and fell to the ground with a pale face because of excessive blood loss.
Seeing Fang Chen killing several colleagues from the Sword Academy one after another, the Long Family Sword Cultivator was furious and dared not speak out. He could only stare at Fang Chen's back, and no one dared to take action rashly.