Beyond the Divine States Chapter 34: : Battle of the courtyard

Everything between heaven and earth is now in a state of indescribable wonder, even the figure pointed out by Ning Changjiu seems to have stopped.

Ning Xiaoling also fell into this weird peace. She knew it was false. Ning Chang hadn't stood still for a long time. The finger that contained the true meaning of the Taoist door was still constantly pushing towards herself.

The demon power of the girl who looked like a white fox skyrocketed again. She fisted the space in all directions. The fist was too fast, bringing out a series of inexhaustible afterimages, and shielding her whole body impermeably.

She couldn't confirm the location of Ning Changjiu's real arrival, so she could only use this labor-intensive and stupid method, but she didn't care, because he knew that Ning Changjiu's realm at this moment could not maintain this method for too long.

On the ground, the golden lines condensed by the magic circle suddenly floated up like a mountain, and the golden lines were like water, flowing over her feet little by little, clinging to her whole body.

Ning Xiaoling forcibly endured the pain of tearing her ankle, twisting her lower body abruptly, and the golden thread cut into her skin, but the oozing monster blood turned into fire and started to burn along the golden thread.

Under the demon fire, those tough gold threads quickly turned to gray, Ning Xiaoling's body was finally pulled out from the ground, her demon power surged, quickly repairing the injury at the ankle, at the same time, a pair of snow white His eyes keenly scanned the surroundings, looking for all abnormal spiritual fluctuations.

In fact, Ning Chang hasn’t disappeared for a long time, it’s just that the silence is too calm, as if he is a blade of grass, a piece of dust, a ray of moonlight coming from a distance, and this kind of calm is blinded by Ning Xiaoling’s impetuous way. The dust on her heart, like a blind leaf, gave her a short-lived illusion.

When this finger appeared again, the word "sit" was condensed between the fingers.

Finally here...

Ning Xiaoling's heart moved, and the fist she received to her waist was burning with flames and bursting out like a meteor. The condensed afterimages around her disappeared at this moment, turning into a sharp and incomparable demon force. At the tip of the fist.

She wanted to kill him with the crushing blow of the realm.

But after that punch was delivered, Ning Xiaoling's pupils contracted slightly.

The punch did not touch the essence, the majestic demon power directly hit the magic circle, the gold threads were slightly dim, and it was difficult to attack for a while, but there was a white finger protruding from the back of Ning Xiaoling's head. , Clicked it directly.

That's the real "sit" word.

A word fell, Ning Xiaoling's brain suddenly empty, her legs Microsoft, there is an uncontrollable urge to meditate cross-legged.

The next word is "forget."

Forget the word and drop it, the death word comes first, and the heart word follows.

Ning Xiaoling subconsciously drove the phantom foxtail and slammed it behind her like a big wave. Ning Changjiu's figure had already retreated, his fingers spread out, and the shadows changed and the shadows changed. , There are peach charms, there are Dao swords, and they protect in front of them to disperse those violent demon powers.

The Zhai character was beaten to pieces before it came out.

Ning Xiaoling did not pursue further. After the word "forget" penetrated into her sea of ​​consciousness, her snow-white eyes suddenly became extremely hollow, and her pretty and cold face showed struggling confusion. color.

That is ungrateful forgetting, and also unforgettable forgetting.

She looked at the boy in front of her, Tan mouth opened slightly, her voice trembled and said: "Master...senior brother?"

Immediately afterwards, this sense of consciousness was instantly occupied, and her voice was instantly cold: "Go to death."

She held her head and let out a stern and long howl, as if to crush Ning Changjiu's Taoist words directly into the sea of ​​knowledge.

Ning Changjiu's fingers hooked, and the undulating gold threads covered like a giant net, each of which was a sharp and sharp dagger.

Ning Xiaoling resisted the invasion of consciousness in the sea of ​​knowledge, while exuding violent demon power by instinct.

At this moment, she is like a big lake with a bursting bank. The demon power is surging, and the golden threads are nets immersed in the water, which undulate in the waves of the demon power and cannot be approached.

This circle was planted by Ning Changjiu with great effort these days, just for today.

Now, in less than a quarter of an hour, Ning Xiaoling's demon power will make her aura and she will be shaken to pieces.

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, her black hair was moving without wind, and she was dancing wildly with those dim gold threads. She raised her head and let out a clear roar. The perplexity in her eyes was washed away by running water. The dust is clear again.

All the golden threads were instantly torn to shreds, and the surrounding silence was also broken at this moment. The demon power spread like thunder on the ground and the wind and remnants of clouds. The land was plowed by hundreds of cows. It was broken, dust and grass. The crumbs were picked up by the gale again, and even the moonlight falling here seemed slightly distorted.

Ning Chang hasn't wasted spiritual power to protect his body for a long time, and soon half of his body is dusty on the originally slender white clothes.

Ning Xiaoling looked at his clothes and smiled contentedly. She was disgusted with all the beauty in the world, especially when she saw Ning Changjiu's face that was always changing, she would arouse terrible anger in her heart.

She wants to tear this calm face apart, cut off his hands and feet, and then use the demon power as the blade to cut through all kinds of swords. She wants to see if he can maintain this order when he is really facing death. Life is tired of peace.

Her eyes are getting whiter and whiter, so white that Ning Changjiu's figure is reflected. The boy stared at her bloodthirsty and cruel face, converging all the extra emotions into the heart of Dao. He pointed out again, Yu The imaginary painting in the sky is again the four-character "Paran and Alone Quiet".

This time he remained silent, only imagining his fingers quickly.

"It's really troublesome." Ning Xiaoling said coldly, and shook her arm, cutting out a thunder, and blasting towards Ning Changjiu's location.

The thunder blasted the courtyard behind her. Amidst the gravel and gravel, Ning Xiaoling’s fire-like fists arrived again. She was obviously just fourteen-year-old petite, but the burst of power in her body seemed to Can instantly break the spine of the fierce beast.

With a bang, the backlash blows her long hair backwards.

But the blow fell to the empty space again.

Ning Xiaoling's brows were almost touching, she stared at the pit in front of her, gritted her teeth.

She obviously has the power to crush the opponent, but every one of her thunderous fists is like hitting the soft cotton. The other party's tricks are all tricks, or they don't know how to avoid them. Without fighting, she did not have the opportunity to directly contend with the positive forces.

The young girl's foxtail flicked like a flame in a gale.

She looked around, but a pair of demon eyes couldn't catch Ning Changjiu's trace, as if he had just evaporated out of thin air.

Ning Xiaoling sneered and said cruelly: "Since I want to play peekaboo with me, let me run over other ants first."

Only when the voice fell, the void behind her split open, and a slender hand with well-knotted bones came out of it.

Ning Xiaoling's ears moved slightly, and at the moment the void cracked, she turned her head and slammed a punch.

That hand grabbed her fist directly.

His hands are steady, he doesn't splash a single drop when he makes tea, and he is so neat that he can't pick out any flaws when he puts the bandage on.

At this moment, even if the fist is coming, he still catches it firmly.

It was just this punch that knocked out his small semi-spiritual power.

Ning Changjiu let out a muffled snort, pointed out with the other hand, and touched her eyebrows like lightning.

The moment Ning Xiaoling turned her head, she just hit this point.

The girl's snow-white eyes suddenly darkened, and the pale gray color of the pupils could be vaguely seen.

There was a little confusion in those eyes again. Ning Changjiu took a deep breath and twisted his fingers, wanting to get more spiritual energy.

But Ning Xiaoling's exposed gray pupils became a line in an instant, like the pupils of a snake.

Ning Changjiu's heart shuddered, and he caught a glimpse of the girl’s mouth with a whistling smile at some point. When he wanted to withdraw, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed her right fist. One side hit the acupuncture point of his other hand, and then grabbed it with the backhand.

"I caught you." Ning Xiaoling's previous coldness faded, and she smiled tenderly, like a real fox demon.

This is the first time Ning Changjiu showed a look of surprise. He first broke through the void with the four-character Zhen Jue's "Luojing", like a cicada dormant, and then broke through the sky, taking the word "danran" from her. The center of the eyebrows penetrated, trying to get rid of the demonic nature of her demon species.

It's just that even if the demon nature gets rid of the demon species, she is still a demon. How can a real demon become Ning Xiaoling?

The sudden change caused slight ripples on Ning Changjiu's Taoist heart, but it didn't make him really flustered.

"You have not yet entered the Profound Realm, you can use the method of breaking the void of the long-lived state. It seems that you have hidden secrets that I covet." Ning Xiaoling smiled softly, with crescent eyes. The color of greed broke out in the air, and during the words, her nails grew rapidly, sharp as steel, and she drew three blood shadows into his heart in one fell swoop.

The sharp claw pierced the chest directly, but failed to reach out.

Ning Xiaoling's face changed, and immediately pushed another palm. Ning Changjiu's white clothes shattered on his chest, revealing what was hidden behind him.

That is a pure white mask.

That was the mask Lu Jiajia gave to them. He kept on his chest, and at this moment, he resisted the fatal blow like a breastplate.

Ning Xiaoling's face changed, she was not sure if it was intentional or coincidental.

If it is a coincidence, it is his fate.

If it is intentional... Is he also counting the next move?

This idea was absurd, but it really appeared in Ning Xiaoling's mind, but... how is this possible? It was just an ordinary person who didn't even reach the Profound Realm.

She increased the strength in her hand and wanted to destroy the mask directly.

Ning Changjiu also fought back, pushing a palm directly to Ning Xiaoling's forehead.

Ning Xiaoling didn't strike back, because she could feel the power of that palm and couldn't hurt herself at all.

Ning Xiaoling's demon power urged like a blade, vowing to destroy the mask directly and penetrate his heart.

Ning Changjiu's palm was softly printed on her forehead.

The palm did not cause any ripples. It was lighter than Ning Xiaoling imagined, and it was as light as a feather on his forehead.

But the more so, the more disturbed Ning Xiaoling's heart becomes.

She felt that she was only close to breaking this mask, but at that moment, instinct made her withdraw her hand.

A white blade of light lit up between Ning Changjiu's chest and Ning Xiaoling's palm, like a white spring gushing, like a silver knife and bright sheath.

That is Jian Qi.

The sword energy contained in this mask!

This is the mask that Lu Jiajia wears with her. As an important figure in the Heavenly Sect of the Sword, she wears something extraordinary, not to mention fighting against the old fox, the mask is not broken.

Ning Changjiu's palm is nothing but a flicker, in order to stimulate her desire to fight quickly, and then inspire the sword energy of self-counterattack in this mask.

At that time, when Lu Jiajia left the mask to them, he said something about the mask, in order to let them protect themselves.

Sword Qi is like a waterfall made up of countless tiny silver needles. It is the sword intent that bounces back after the mask is pressed to the extreme. The speed is incredible.

Ning Xiaoling retreated with a miserable hum, and the illusory giant tail behind her was like a huge felt, covering her petite body at once.

The snow-white sword intent surged like a mountain torrent, and thousands of silver needles fell on her huge foxtail like a torrential rain pear blossom.

The illusory foxtail appears more transparent under the scouring of sword energy.

She clung to the ground with her feet in tandem, like a stubborn reef in a big wave.

Ning Xiaoling's arms around the chest resisted the erosion of the sword intent, but the giant tail was getting smaller and smaller, so she had to gradually kneel on one knee to hide in the cocoon made of the tail.

She gritted her teeth against the scrubbing of the sword air, and every moment seemed extremely long. Her body felt countless needles pierced at the same time, and she couldn't help shaking, and the air of resentment in her eyes became heavier and heavier.

Finally, the sword gas was washed away.

Ning Xiaoling loosened the giant tail of the bodyguard and stood up swayingly. Her vertical pupils became thinner, and the thinness was almost invisible.

There was a bit of jealousy in her eyes.

"Lu Jiajia..." Ning Xiaoling's voice was bitter and indifferent, and said: "Wait until I kill you, then kill her."

It's just that Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared again, her eyes scanned around, looking for his trace.

She felt more irritable and annoyed, and the demon in her heart throbbed like a heart, hitting her heart heavily, and the blood on her body was also agitated.

She is getting impatient.

Ning Xiaoling's search gaze suddenly lifted, then narrowed.

On the attic outside the courtyard, there was a figure of a white-clothed boy looking at him condescendingly.

Ning Xiaoling was too lazy to think, her arm shook, and a long sword carved in crimson like crystal appeared directly in her palm.

She leaped and stepped on the broken courtyard wall. With a kick, she pulled up several tens of feet high, and the three giant tails dragged into a line in the air, and they unfolded suddenly as she approached Ning Changjiu. , And cut out with her scarlet sword light.

The sword light drew a full arc, like the scarlet moon hanging at the corner of the attic.

Ning Changjiu's figure was cut off with a sword.

"Daomen change character?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw a dark shadow passing by the roof of the first floor below, and then she felt her body heavy, something grabbed her slender ankle and dragged her down suddenly .

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