Beyond the Divine States Chapter 25: : There is rain on Long Street, Qingshan takes the sword

Ning Xiaoling turned over a new pot of tea, but didn't use the fine porcelain, but made three large bowls without particular attention.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the green color that was floating in the water, and smiled: "The master stinged before, and as he got used to his rough tea, he has been in the palace for several days, and suddenly remembered that this fine tea is not good." /

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Junior sister still has such elegance?"

Ning Xiaoling also laughed: "Where there is, it's just a strange picture."

Lu Jiajia glanced at the splashing water on the table and frowned slightly. She looked at the girl who was fanning the big bowl of wind and apologized: "I can't stay any longer, that old fox Sooner or later, I will find it. I will be irresponsible to you if I stay longer."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Sister Lu's injury shouldn't heal, right?"

Lu Jiajia pulled the placket to cover the white bandage that had not been removed, and said: "Self-preservation should be no problem. Now that I know that Zhao Xianger is sitting in the palace, I can go back without worry. As long as the blue and white sedan chair is taken out, the old fox can hardly hurt me if he concentrates on avoiding the battle."

While she was speaking, she had already mentioned the long sword that had lost its aura, and gave a sect of sword salute to the two young girls who were kind to them.

"Miss Lu, wait."

"Huh?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly got up, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it over, saying, "This is today's prescription. It's a recipe from ancient books. The girl might as well accept it. It might be useful in the future."

Yu Jian Tianzong has a better medicine... Lu Jiajia wanted to refuse, but she hesitated for the boy’s clear black and white eyes, then took it down, and said, “Thank you, this mask. You can keep it, and you can take it with you. If I die here, you can take this mask to Sword Tianzong, and someone will receive you."

Ning Changjiu looked at the somewhat broken pure white mask, thoughtfully.

The brothers and sisters didn't say any more words to retain.

Lu Jiajia began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, controlling the Jian Yuan in the sea of ​​Qi, and trying his best to maintain a stable long-lived mid-range strength.

And as soon as she opened the door, with the raindrops of broken leaves falling in, it was a shadow of a man standing with a knife.

The man's calm face was slightly smiling, but there was a fire in his eyes.

"Long time no see, how is Lu Xianzi's injury?"

"It's you?" Lu Jiajia's pupils shrank suddenly.

Seeing those eyes, she immediately recognized that it was an old demon fox with a new skin.

It's faster than expected!

Lu Jia married like a frightened hedgehog. He withdrew half a step back to meet the enemy, and his sword aura exploded one after another, as if hundreds of swords were unsheathed at the same time.

"Brother!"

The girl's exclamation sounded in the room.

The old fox looked at the dimly lit room and smiled: "Is there anyone else? I wonder if it is from Zhao."

Lu Jiajia took a deep breath and shouted: "Take care of your junior sister, don't worry about this side!"

While speaking, she resisted the pain, her slender and tight legs suddenly exerted force, and a stride rushed towards the old fox.

The old fox's saber came out of his waist at the same time.

……

It is a slender knife with a pure black body, a silver-white blade, and plum blossoms on the cylindrome, which are exquisitely forged.

When the blade slipped out of the sheath, the blade's intent fell like a waterfall, shredding the drizzle, and smashing the sword light, but it did not spread to bricks, tiles, grasses and trees, and the control was so wonderful.

This is the sword intent that the man with the sword had accumulated for decades before his death, but when the old fox suddenly appeared, he was killed by the opponent with a single blow before he could get out of the sheath before the old fox suddenly appeared. At this moment, I also reduced to others' wedding dress.

In this courtyard, the sword light and the sword light are like two silver-white fires, spreading out like a prairie fire after a flash of light, colliding together.

Lu Jiajia jumped up when he was three feet away from the old fox, his white clothes were like wings, and his sword collapsed.

The meaning of the knife is like wind, and the light of the knife is like fog. The skin-cut pain made her body very tight, and some wounds that were hard to heal also collapsed, but the woman seemed to feel painful and empty. The sword that was slashed did not stagnate in the slightest.

There was a loud noise.

The courtyard wall under the old fox was directly split in half, the gate shattered, the sword intent especially did not stop, and the cracks still spread in the direction of the street.

The old fox's figure disappeared for a while, and then appeared at the end of the crack in the sword qi, swiping dozens of knives in just one breath, smashing the sword qi like a tarsal maggot.

Lu Jiajia gave another anger, the sword was on the front, and the sword beam was vacillating, and the white rainbow ran through the long street in one anger, and her figure followed the sword again.

A different color flashed in the eyes of the old fox. He did not expect that she had recovered so quickly after suffering such a serious injury. At this moment, she was only one of the three strands of remnant soul, just the strength of the long-lived realm. Not much better than her.

The sword hit again, hit again, and in the sound of Qingyue's clash, the two rabbits flew into the room, and the surrounding air was also broken, exploding like firecrackers.

Baihong runs through the sky.

The river enters the river.

The rain of ink turned over.

Lu Jiajia successively used the three most powerful swords in the first half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture, and the three swords were chasing the title back and forth, almost non-stop.

The old fox seals the sword from left to right, and when he retreats at regular intervals, he actually falls into the wind temporarily, but the opponent seems to be aggressive, and his sword is also not flustered. His chopping and blocking are extremely simple, but always It can most directly block the snake-like sword aura, and then find the weakest point of the opponent's sword intent and cut it off from it.

Cut Baihong in the center, and cut the river with a knife.

The rainbow light was chopped into countless fireflies everywhere, and the river blocked and broke into countless streams.

Lu Jiama's expression remains the same. Once his sword aura is dispersed, he can condense again, but he must not break in one breath.

Strike thunder with a sword.

The sword aura fell like an iron bead, and the heavy rain fell violently, and it was about to blow everything it touched.

The old fox suddenly threw the knife, put his finger on the junction of the knife handle and the knife, found a wonderful balance, and turned the long knife around, like a rolling windmill, like silver Shining shield.

The sound of swords colliding, iron beads cracking, sword gas exploding into thunder, blue bricks cracking...the world is like humming, and these noisy sounds burst out with white light in the moment when the figures meet.

Suddenly the sound of the iron breaking and breaking.

A sharp light shot out from between the two, and pierced to the ground with a ding, like a half-blade.

Although the sword was hard-worked, it was only a common grade. In the offensive of Lu Jiajia's sword, it was finally overwhelmed and broke suddenly.

It was also at that moment that all the spirits in the knife burst out, which forced Lu Jiajia to retreat temporarily to avoid his sharp edge.

Broken the knife to its sheath, the old fox's body also bleeds, but he is not the real host, and the pain can't even be conveyed to his perception.

He calmly looked at the woman in front of him who had been visibly exhausted at the moment, and smiled slightly.

Lu Jia married the white clothes and drags the sword. She is tall and straight, with murderous intent between her eyebrows. There is no half of her feminine meaning, as if she was born with an indifferent and merciless sword.

It's just that no matter how graceful she is, her old injuries have not healed and new ones have been added, and the damage to the body is huge after all.

"Good swordsmanship." After the old fox flicked away the last bit of invading sword intent, he couldn't help but praised.

Lu Jiajia said coldly: "Can you dare to take another sword?"

The old fox a few meters away stood with his hands behind him, "Why don't you dare?"

Lu Jiajia squinted her eyes, her body slightly sideways, secretly using the sword breath to gather the spirit of the sea of ​​Qi, the sword element in the spirit is churning like boiling water, along with the five fingers attached to the sword, glowing fluorescent point.

The old fox's breath changed slightly, because he felt that every drop of rain around him was clinging to a faint sword aura.

The sword spirit is the same body!

But he still didn't interrupt.

She is adjusting her breath, and he is also gaining momentum.

A fall thunder sounded.

It was real thunder, just like the drums played when the two armies confronted each other. When the drums rang, the swords met.

The shadow of the fox is like fire, and the shadow of the sword is like a thread.

The two collided silently.

Because they did not touch, but staggered between them, the old fox's figure stopped abruptly, and the snow-white sword figure went straight to the palace.

Lu Jiajia has never thought about entanglement with him. The three violent three swords before, and the arrogance of the previous unparalleled arrogance, all gave the other party an illusion that he would never die.

But she has only one goal since the beginning, and that is to enter the palace.

Just as Lu Jiajia was sure that as long as she walked through with all her strength, the old demon fox would find it difficult to catch up with her, she suddenly discovered that she didn't know when there was a fire in her sleeves.

She suddenly changed her color and cut her sleeves with a sword. At that moment, the flames rose and the sleeves were burned out instantly, revealing the figure of the old fox.

"The response is good." Old Fox said softly.

Lu's marriage is also a lingering fear. If she was late, she would have been seriously injured and defeated.

"You guessed it a long time ago?" the woman asked in a cold voice.

Old Fox sneered: "Little girl, you are too young after all."

Lu Jiajia suddenly found that the knife he wore on his waist was missing.

The thought came up, and there was a chill behind her, followed by pain, heart-piercing pain.

The scabbard of the animal skin that I didn't know when to remove it hit her back severely, the unhealed wound split open, the bandage shattered, and the blood stained her back.

When the knife hit the back, the old fox started at the same time.

He hit the lower abdomen with one hand like an eagle's claw, and with the other freed, he directly grabbed the handle of the knife that was hanging in the air, brushed out the broken knife, and cut it directly at her neck.

Lu Jia married cold sweats all over her body in pain, and it was difficult to coordinate her hands and feet for a while, but those sword scriptures had already been carved into the bone marrow, and the explosion of business seeking in her body forced her to make a counterattack.

Dozens of green silks fell, and the knife ran across his cheeks dangerously, Lu Jiajia used the scabbard to block her shoulders with her other hand, still being hit by the force of the knife on one knee.

The old fox stepped out, elbows sideways, and at the same time the blade rubbed the scabbard, and the blade continued to cut away.

Lu Jia married in a hurry and cut out a sword gas, and directly abandoned the scabbard. He caught the elbow blow with his palm, and slid back with force.

The old fox cut through the air with a knife, but still reluctant, slapped the handle of the knife with his palm, threw the broken knife, and took it straight out of his throat. And his figure did not stop, five fingers stretched out, three fingers were hooks, like a pair of sharp claws, the figure disappeared from the place, and the volley claw shot, like a monster pounce, the speed is not inferior to that flying knife.

A touch of despair appeared in Lu Jiajia’s heart. In the brief encounter, she found that the other party could always grasp the gap of her sword breath and give a fatal attack, as if every spiritual energy of her own operation, the other party It's all clear.

Even if you learn from each other and you are familiar with each other, you can’t do that. So how did the old fox do it in such a short time?

Is this the vision that has been above the five realms?

Desperate thoughts drip into water like ink.

The broken knife hit the sword, and in the shadow of the old fox that followed, she stood in embarrassment and retreated step by step.

With a click, the old fox hit her wrist with a fist, and the woman snorted, her right hand lost intuition for a short time, she couldn't make any reaction, and a fist hit her lower abdomen again, she only felt that the lower abdomen The muscles tightened in an instant, and the internal organs were more like an overwhelming river, and her body was painfully convulsed involuntarily, no matter how hard it was to make an effective counterattack.

After a punch on the forehead, the woman's jade crown and silver hairpin fell to the ground, her wet hair was scattered, and the blood-stained lips showed a miserable color.

She couldn't hold the sword anymore, she leaned back in the next punch, and the sword came out.

The old fox broke through her last line of defense and twisted her neck.

She was in a trance with her eyes and her consciousness. She felt that her feet were off the ground, and her spiritual energy was exhausted in the sea of ​​qi. She could not draw any more, and the pain from her neck almost suffocated her.

I thought that Jianxin had been bright after twenty years of cultivating the Tao, but when death really came, the great fear was still like ghosts rising under the lake of God.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, her parents quarreled, pots and pans fell to the ground ping-pong, and she curled up under the table with her ears covered. She wanted to help her mother, but she didn't dare to go out because she was drunk once. The latter father almost beat her to death, the weakness and fear in his heart pressed her tightly, and the empathy and guilt of the mother's pain was like a knife.

If she were a boy, maybe that wouldn't be the case... She was always covering her ears and closing her eyes in that kind of powerless thought.

She will always remember the pain, there is darkness all around, and the candle in the room does not look like a real fire. She was so hungry that she fainted, and the noise was still rumbling in her ears as if it never stopped. It's ringing, it can't stop it.

At that time, she always prayed, if there are immortals in the world, can the immortals come and persuade her parents to persuade her, and then give her a bowl of warm porridge, at least to survive tonight.

Later, an old man with a fairy style and bones really came to the village.

He said he would accept himself as a disciple.

At that time, she was ecstatic, and secretly pulled down some sleeves, covering the scars and bruises on her forearms, keeping her eyes as wide as possible, showing a pure and innocent look, for fear that the old man might change his mind.

In fact, thinking back now, when I was small and skinny, how could there be the slightest cuteness?

The rain is getting heavier again, seeming to see me off.

After many years, the sense of powerlessness has come up again, and the breath of death is imminent, and at this moment, she is already the immortal in the eyes of others, the patron saint of demons and demons, and who can come to pull herself A handful?

There won’t be...

The air in the lungs gradually ran out, consciousness began to break, and a huge sleepiness struck. Her eyelashes trembled in the rain, and she was about to close.

It didn't take long for all of this to happen. Just now, her mouth cracked and the sword came out. Now she hasn't heard the sound of the sword landing.

The old fox didn't hear it either.

Not because the time was too short, but because the sword never landed.

Before the Xueliang long sword was about to touch the ground, there seemed to be invisible silk thread wrapped around it, and the old fox was startled when a hand with distinct and immature joints held it.

A sword struck from behind, as fast as lightning.

The sound of broken bones sounded, and the body of the man with the sabre turned sideways, but he had no time to escape.

The sound of chopping wood sounded.

In front of Lu Jiajia's eyes, the head of the man holding his neck suddenly flew.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw only a plain blue shirt passing by.

(It’s a little bit later.)

(I wish readers and friends good health, may the dead rest in peace, and the living will be strong, the young author and everyone will work hard together^^)