Beyond the Divine States Chapter 14: : Fox Shadow on the Lake

In the autumn rain that fell in the sky, many bright red bird feathers were dampened by the rain and fell in pieces. After falling to the ground, the blood feathers were spiritually immortal, and the surrounding rain was steamed into white vapor by hissing, and then the blood feathers were also in the autumn rain. The scouring room gradually loses its temperature.

The spiritual energy oscillated between the heaven and the earth, and the rainwater all over the city was shattered under the washing of the sword energy and the demon energy, and fluttered in the autumn wind, turning into mist.

The hiss of birds and the sound of swords sounded endlessly in the mist, and with it, there was also a golden and stone-like sound from the collision of the two.

And Xueyu Jun was forced by this fierce sword aura from above the imperial city to Qifeng Lake.

Over Qifeng Lake, looking from afar, countless thin sword air cut through the fog, hanging in the sky like a white rainbow, winding and intertwining into a snow-white lotus, and from the position of the flower stamen, a little cold light shines. , The woman in the snow-white clothes turned into a sword light and broke through the air. At the same time, the lotus flower intertwined with sword aura over the lake shattered instantly, turning into stars and converging towards the center, clinging to the woman like light particles.

The scene seemed like thousands of streams flowed into the river, eventually converging into an unstoppable torrent.

Blood Feather Lord complained repeatedly. Before this sword was condensed, it was fixed by the sword lock, and finally broke the sword lock with the blood sea transforming sword method, and the sword made of broken sword lotus was released before his eyes. bright.

It can't find any chance to breathe, it can only flap its wings to bring up the violent wind and waves, hide its figure and escape on the lake, away from the domineering sword, and the place where it is fanning the wind and waves, At the same time, thousands of sword shadows transformed into feathers were lifted up, like swarms of red moths rushing towards that sword qi torrent, blocking its advancement.

However, these red moths could not be crushed in an instant, and Jun Xueyu fled quickly against the surface of the lake, and the sword light also pursued closely against the surface of the lake.

Where they passed, the water in the lake was rolling several meters high, like a wall of water that was built high in the lake and quickly collapsed as they left.

Xueyujun's eyes were red, and the fierce sword aura almost pressed his back, and began to roll down its iron-hard feathers.

"Mother, when did the female skin of Yujian Tianzong become so powerful..."

At the moment when the sword energy was about to catch up, it couldn't bear it, its wings slammed against the water surface, and a curtain of water rose high from where they were separated.

When the sword energy pierced the water curtain, Mr. Xueyu had already turned around, his eyes were like torches, staring at the sword that pierced the water curtain, and in a moment of life and death, its iron hook-like claws carried The blood-colored fireworks protruded out, abruptly reaching into the white light.

The infinite sword energy finally came to a halt at this moment.

Where they stayed, the waves under their feet exploded like a rock-shattering sound, and the water below it had collapsed into an extremely deep pit. A large amount of lake water poured in from all directions but could not fill it.

The torrent of sword aura gradually faded, and a sharp long sword started from the tip of the sword in the bright light of the sword, and finally slowly revealed its full face.

The tip of the sword is only a few inches away from the chest of the bloodfeather monarch, and the bloodfeather monarch also accurately buckled the blade of the sword with his claws, making it difficult to get in.

Even so, the castration of this sword has not stopped, the huge impact is still swiping backwards quickly against Mr. Bloodfeather, and Mr. Bloodfeather also keeps waving his wings and raising the wind, with this huge The resistance resisted the advance of that sword.

The retreat of Xueyu Jun became more and more slowly, which means that the infinite sword is finally at its end.

The Blood Feather King, who has only been able to hold on to this day, finally got a chance to breathe. It suddenly opened its beak and instantly absorbed the surrounding air into its body.

The heart of the lake vibrated.

The two figures finally stopped at a certain moment, and stood still on the lake with a strange balance.

The anger around them gradually subsided after they stagnated.

Mr Xueyu flapped his wings exhaustedly, looking at the tip of the sword that was already stuck to his chest but could not penetrate, a difficult smile appeared in his eyes.

And the sword aura also seemed to be steamed by the blazing sun, gradually dissipating in the violent wind and waves, the figure holding the sword stopped for the first time and clearly surfaced on the water.

The woman stands holding a sword, her sword dress is like snow, a slender waist belt is pitch black, a silver ring jade pendant on the waist, thin red tassels hanging from her wear, blowing with the wind.

And the silver hairpin with jade crown is also intact, and then the green silk is soft and fluttering.

A pure white mask was concealed on her face, and she could only see the infinite chill and murderous aura in those autumn-like eyes.

Mr. Xueyu met those eyes, and at a certain moment, it actually had the illusion that this woman was an indifferent and merciless sword.

"Half a step in the purple court?" Jun Xueyu was shocked.

The pinnacle of the longevity state is the half-step purple court.

In such a realm, where in Nanzhou, there are immortals who can start a mountain and establish a sect. Why do you come to trouble me if you are not in this realm and are good students?

Mr Xueyu sighed in his heart, thinking that the other party wanted to use himself as an opportunity to completely step into the first floor of the Purple Garden Realm, right?

The woman looked at it indifferently, she was slightly sideways, pushing her sword hilt with her right hand, still wrestling with the monster beast, the lake breeze along with the demon force of the reverse thrust blows her sword close to her body After dancing wildly and hunting, the curve that should have been graceful like the ups and downs of the mountains, at this moment also reveals a sharp and murderous meaning.

"Name the person who instigated you, and spare you not to die."

The woman finally spoke. The voice was clear and indifferent, without a trace of impurities, and it was like a clear jade sword washed out of dust.

Mr Xueyu laughed twice, and righteously said: "This monarch does everything he does, let alone who can send him to this little Nanzhou? You little girl, don't rely on a little skill. When you push me down, I want to trample on my dignity!"

The woman looked at it and said indifferently: "You have a restriction in your body, otherwise it would be difficult for my sword to hurt you like this. Who made this restriction? To whom are you obedient?"

Mr. Xueyu will naturally not let go of this rare breathing opportunity. While adjusting the breath of the demon power that has been turbulent in his body, he speaks:

"Oh, I think you have to thank the people who are under the restriction. If there is no such restriction, where is your stinky little girl my opponent? At this moment, I am afraid that I have been rushed all the way and fled in embarrassment. Dare to speak with Ben Tianjun so arrogantly?"

The woman is not angry, but indifferently asks: "Don't you say?"

Mr Xueyu laughed wildly and said: "You abandoned the sword, knelt down and begged me with three heads, I will consider talking to you."

Mr. Bloodfeather flapped its wings suddenly while laughing wildly, and countless red illusory sword feathers swept away like a wave, and its hand holding the sword body suddenly twisted, about to seize the sword.

The woman squinted her eyes slightly, and the sword was holding on to the king of blood feathers, and it was difficult to withdraw it for a while. She resolutely abandoned the sword and swept back.

Mr. Xueyu laughed and said: "The little lady of the sword sect is really obedient, saying that if you abandon your sword, you will abandon the sword. When will you knock three heads? You might as well kneel with you, and worship the world. ..."

Mr. Xueyu, who thought the attack was gaining power, suddenly suppressed a smile.

He was surprised to find that although the figure of the woman was flying backwards, she did not know what magic trick she had with her fingers on her chest. The sword feathers he shot out, near her, were assimilated by her. After the vast expanse of sword energy, the sword energy merged into a tide, and with the movement of her fingers, she turned the tide, and instead rushed towards herself.

"Sword and spirit are the same body? How could there be such a person in Nanzhou?"

This thought only flashed past, it had no time to think, and abandoned the sword and fled.

It counted the time. Although there was still some distance from the agreement of His Highness, it really didn't dare to continue taking risks and just wanted to escape with all its strength.

He firmly believes that if he flees with all his heart, no matter how high a woman's swordsmanship is, he can't surpass himself.

It's a pity that the Sorcerer hasn't appeared yet, and the things that His Highness confessed to him may be difficult to complete.

This idea just started, and the next moment, the change will regenerate.

An ancient staff descended from the sky and lay in front of you, like a big pillar, blocking the way.

In front of him, an old man with withered gray hair stood on the lake with a roll in one hand and a stick in the other, and the water at his feet was boiling.

He stared at the escaped giant bird with muddy eyes like a dead fish, solemnly and solemnly, during which he endured decades of anger.

Decades ago, if it hadn’t been for this demon bird to mess with the imperial city, his avenue would have gone farther. In order to maintain the stability of his Dao source, he had to protect the city and try his best to fight the demon bird. war.

In that battle, he was injured too badly, which directly endangered the foundation of the road. The road of spiritual practice that should have been soaring has also become extremely rugged. Now that he is over a hundred years old, he can already feel that death is approaching.

The road is indefinite, and death is his only ending.

The root of all this is the **** king.

How can he be willing?

"Naughty animal!"

The old man shouted angrily, and the wooden staff smashed in the air, slamming it down at the head of Lord Xueyu.

The Sword Fairy woman who had been chasing her behind her stopped instead. She stared at the ancient book in the old man's hand, her eyes narrowed.

The Blood Feather Lord was not afraid, and a rare cruelty burst out of his pupils.

When he was young, the heyday witch master could only use conspiracy to injure it. Now although he has restraints and is seriously injured, you are also old...

The light of fire and blood illuminates the lake, shines through the rain, Monarch Blood Feather screams loudly, and rushes forward.

The witch lord stood still. What he inherited was the fate of a city, and what he represented was this ancient city.

When the two collided, Mr. Xueyu made a miserable cry, his body was trembling with red feathers, and his chest was bloody.

The old man is also shaking, but the imperial city by the lake is moving like the ground at this moment, and many houses with unstable structures have begun to collapse.

Mr Xueyu stared at him with bloodthirsty pupils: "You have become weak. If you don't hold this fairy scroll, your breastbone will be completely broken just now."

The Sorcerer looked at it gloomily, knowing no nonsense. He looked at the masked woman standing behind the lake and said loudly: "What are you waiting for?"

The woman said: "This book lets me take it back to the mountain gate, and I will kill it for you now."

The shaman master's expression is stern: "You famous immortal sect also do this job in danger?"

The woman said: "I know that this fairy scroll is the real bearer of the fortune of the imperial city. We Xianzong will take good care of it, and we can protect you Zhao Guotai."

"The prosperity or decline of Zhao Guo is only in my hands."

The Sorcerer sneered, and the ancient scroll in his hand was squeezed tighter. He didn't look at the woman again, turned the scroll to a certain page, and said an extremely obscure spell in his mouth.

Mr. Xueyu only felt that there was thunder in his ears, and his heart was equally angry, but he did not venture into it. The next moment, the lake under its feet began to sink, and it only felt that something invisible and extremely heavy was pressing on itself. On his back, he must knock it down to the bottom of the lake abruptly.

That is the power of a city.

The woman looked at the Red Feather Demon Sparrow who was struggling to resist, and sighed silently. The sword in her hand lightly slashed across the ups and downs of the lake, making clear ripples.

The light sword, but the killing intent is so heavy.

After all, it is her duty to kill demons in this trip. No matter whether the witch master agrees to her conditions, she will use the sword.

At that moment, Jun Xueyu really felt cold all over.

How can it escape this sword under the pressure of a city?

At this moment, in the imperial city, the bell just rang.

It was the sound of the bell at noon.

Mr Xueyu's heart is violent, and this bell is the time he and His Royal Highness have agreed, as long as it is dragged to this moment!

It's time now! Why hasn't the imperial city changed at all?

Could it be that that dead girl planned to treat herself as an abandoned child?

If so...

Desperate despair engulfed his heart, and the sword behind him was about to be cut down, but it could not produce any resistance.

Zhao Xianger! I'm a ghost...

Before I finished reciting the malicious spell in my heart, a sword qi hit the back. It sprayed blood and fell into the lake, but was surprised to find that the sword was much lighter than I thought. .

It seemed to have sensed something, and turned around abruptly, only to find that the woman sword fairy wearing the mask had already turned around and didn't look at herself anymore.

And the shaman master who had a **** feud with him, his eyes did not fall on him at this moment.

It found that on the lake, there was a figure of flame condensed at some point.

The flame can't see the specific shape, it looks like a twisted electricity, and it looks like a spooky eye.

As soon as that figure appeared, there was a strong fear in its heart. The fear was born with it, and it seemed to come from the depths of the bloodline, even more than the sword that just killed it.

But it did not hesitate because of this change. As a bird, it did not fly upwards, which was too conspicuous. Instead, it plunged directly into the lake.

It doesn't matter what kind of monsters or monsters come, it just wants to seize this opportunity to escape.

The darkness at the bottom of the lake swallowed it, and it had hoped to become the Demon King of Nanzhou. At this moment, it dragged its badly wounded body, mobilizing the last power of its whole body, like a lake fish with depleted scales, fleeing into the darkness in embarrassment. Drag away.