Beyond the Divine States Chapter 133: : The sword of death, the bottom of the abyss

In the days that followed, Ning's long life became somewhat uniform.

Daily morning class, he accompanied Ning Xiaoling to recite the sword scriptures, and Lu Jiajia explained some sword principles in class, and these sword principles would basically be overthrown by Ning Changjiu himself that night, and then Re-marry Lu to marry a lesson.

So many times, Lu Jiajia’s sword theory is also the most doubtful in her heart. She took this opportunity to tell Ning Changjiu, and then listen to his insights in the evening.

In a sense, Ning Changjiu was using his profound knowledge of his two lives to educate Lu to marry, but the two of them did not pierce this layer of window paper, and they were still worthy of mentors and apprentices.

Lu Jiajia originally thought that she would adapt to body refining for a long time, but she found that her senses became clearer and clearer. The light of the golden crow was not tempered, but the spring breeze and rain, but the warm light when the spring breeze passed. , The spring rain seemed to have evaporated, turning into two mists in the eyes.

Ning Xiaoling's practice in the past few days has also become more and more hard. She is not sure whether her senior will participate in the sword test, but in any case, she wants to show him the results of her practice.

So she often stands alone on the edge of the cliff, driving her sword through the early spring sunshine and flowing clouds, cutting the sky full of clouds into neat and inextricable strands.

The last sword will always return to the front steadily, and Qingyue Jianming also seems to praise him.

She was sure that she would not lose to anyone in Neifeng, but she didn't know if Nan Cheng, the big disciple in the legendary retreat, would come before this day.

And Le Rou watched Ning Xiaoling's sword getting faster and faster. Her original desire to compete for strength gradually faded away. She felt that fate was really unfair. If she gave her innate spirit to herself, she would be able to go. Higher than her.

In short, she has no expectations for the sword test. It's just that she was planning whether to excite Ning for a long time at the sword test meeting, and take the opportunity to let him show his true realm.

And several famous male disciples in the peak are also secretly competing. Each of them refuses to accept each other. They don’t feel that the opponent’s swordsmanship is flexible and lose strength, or they feel that the opponent’s swordsmanship is powerful but not Appears clumsy, in short, they exaggerate and humble each other, but there is a lot of comparison in their hearts.

Finally, in the busy and peaceful days of Tianku Peak, spring came like this.

The snowy cherry blossoms on the mountain are full of spiritual energy, blooming gorgeously like weaving in the spring. Every time the breeze passes the flowers and trees, many petals can be shaken, just like a fragrant snow.

The sword test meeting in early spring is in the afternoon.

All the disciples draw lots to determine their opponents. After the first round of the match, the winner and the loser are each in a group. The two groups will fight for the first place. The winner will win the first prize and get a silver forge. Sabre and the swordsmanship of Master Peak Master himself, and the four summit swords that will be held in a few years three months later, the leader can also be directly recommended.

Today, the sword field has been cleaned up. All the disciples of Neifeng gathered around the sword field at noon. Some of them meditated, some recited sword techniques, and some practiced drawing swords. Some of the movements of the sheath have already conceived an imaginary enemy, and they have practiced them in a decent way.

Ning Xiaoling made an appointment with the brother this morning, so that the brother should come to see herself whether he participates or not.

Ning Xiaoling changed into easy-to-action clothes, and her neat and braided hair looked heroic. She looked around with her sword, looking for her brother, and complained secretly in her heart, thinking about waiting for a while. Brother Hou must scold him harshly when he comes.

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Among the hidden peaks, the time Ning Changjiu had calculated in his heart was almost over. After taking his last breath, he got up and shakes his clothes, ready to leave.

Although he is not interested in the sword test meeting, he is very concerned about how far Junior Sister has cultivated these days.

Since Nan Cheng didn't leave the pass, the junior sister would definitely be able to win the final victory. Thinking of her proud face, the corners of his mouth were already faintly sketched with a smile.

And when he was about to leave the small flying array in reverse, he suddenly remembered the knocking sound in his ears.

The sound was very soft, but it was caught by his ears keenly. He felt a trace of alertness, turned around, and looked at the smooth iron-blue wall behind him--the sound came along the wall. of.

The aura floating around Ning Changjiu slowly dissipated, and his hand touched the wall, feeling the tremor of his fingertips, and his brows gradually tightened.

Hidden Peak is a huge space, in which cave houses are dotted with complex structures, and the cave house Ning Changjiu selected is close to the edge of the cliff, and the sound from the opposite side of the wall at this moment clearly tells him, At the other end of the cave, on the side of the cliff, someone was holding something and knocking on the wall.

Coincidentally, this wall faces his cave again.

Ning Changjiu hasn't figured out the reason for all of this, but the slight tremor made him vaguely uneasy. He hadn't decided whether to advance or retreat, and he saw that the smooth mirror-like wall had appeared on the wall. There was a cobweb-like crack.

Ning Changjiu drew out the dagger he was carrying with him, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the source of the sound.

Although the anxiety in his heart still lingers, his spirit has calmed down. He stared at the front with great concentration, without considering whether the opponent was a friend or an enemy. As soon as the wall was broken, his sword was handed over. Get out.

There was a hole in the wall tiles, and a beam of light came in, and then the same color as the brighter sword light, without a sound, but almost pierced back strangely.

Crack.

The wall collapsed in an instant, and the sword light scattered into countless pieces.

On the opposite side of the wall, there were painful grunts and doubts. The voices were familiar. Ning Changjiu immediately heard who it was.

With a bang, it was as if the curtain suddenly fell, and the faint light from outside came in. In the not-so-bright stone mansion, a pair of eyes looked at each other amidst the falling rocks.

Ning Changjiu's eyes are calm and bright, but the man's eyes are as sharp as a wolf, with unconcealable hatred.

He is Yan Feng, Yan Feng who was supposed to be held in a cold cell.

Ning Changjiu Yu Guang glanced at the structure that followed, and instantly understood that behind the cave mansion with the hidden peak, lies the cold prison! In a sense, the retreat masters in Hidden Peak are relatively guarding the prisoners in the cold jail.

At this moment, Yan Feng's head is disheveled, and instead of the half-point seven days ago, he is replaced by bitter hatred in his eyes.

At this moment, there was a sword stuck in his chest. The sword pierced a small piece, and then was clamped by Yan Feng with his fingers. He couldn't get in any more, but his chest was still stained red, and the blood came from the tip of the sword. Dripping.

Yan Feng also recognized the boy in front of him, and his hatred was even greater, "Did Lu Jiajia let you come?"

Ning Changjiu looked at the healed wound and broken iron chain on his arm, also puzzled, blurted out: "Why are you here?"

Ning Changjiu understood this question as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yan Zhou!

Although Yan Zhou himself was imprisoned in Shuge, relying on his prestige in the peak, it should not be difficult for a certain friend to secretly help Yan Feng unlock his shackles, and then point him out a route to escape.

Yan Feng is his only younger brother, and the last touch of family affection has overwhelmed the rules of the teacher's door.

Ning Chang figured out all this for a long time, and then found that he was now in a deadlock.

He also understands that Yan Zhou chose this route for him because there are no masters in retreat. In these days, Ning Changjiu has never seen any trace of cultivation in the nearby cave, but Yan Zhou did not expect it. , It's no coincidence that the book is not made, the back of the cold prison he dug is actually the place for his outer disciple to practice.

Even if Yan Feng is injured, he is a master of long-lived realm. How does he face the enemy?

Yan Feng is also uncertain, whether the appearance of the young man in front of him was a coincidence or Lu's marriage arrangement, and the sword he had pierced into his chest at the moment made him feel extremely shocked.

He knew that the realm of the boy in front of him was definitely not high, but this surprise attack broke his defense directly and pierced his body.

He was a little angry, and then blamed this injury on the negligence. He never thinks that this boy has any possibility of surpassing him. It just so happens that he is Lu Jiajia’s apprentice. When he tortured and killed him, he should There will be unspeakable pleasure.

Suddenly, Yan Feng felt that this ingenious meeting was a gift from fate.

The minds of the two turned extremely fast, and the flickering of their thoughts seemed to pass by. None of them spoke, but they moved in tacit agreement as if they had agreed.

Yan Feng squeezed the tip of the sword, pressed his fingers, and slammed it off. The tip of the sword pierced into flesh and blood was suddenly broken. The tremor of the broken sword was transmitted to Ning Changjiu's wrist, and the boy's mouth was numb. Unsteady holding the sword, Yan Feng buckled the bullet with his backhand, and bounced back the tip of the sword as a hidden weapon.

Ning Changjiu's short sword missed a piece, and he took a half step back. When the flying knife struck, he relied on his instinct to cross the sword. With a sting, the tip of the sword touched the blade, and then it bounced off suddenly. , In that instant, Yan Feng's figure had already smashed against the wall and rushed over.

Ning Changjiu's figure was slightly settled, without any hesitation, aimed at his eyes and stabbed with a sword.

Yan Feng does not evade, because he knows that an iron sword without the tip of the sword has the slightest lethality? Even if he stood in place, in the realm of this young man, it was not enough to cut his skin.

But Yan Feng miscalculated. The moment his fists hit Ning Changjiu's body, tearing pain came from his eyelids. Something broke through his spiritual body. Cut the eyelid directly, and pierced the sword into the pupil!

Although the sword has been broken, Ning Changjiu has condensed the short-term point of the sword with his incredible spiritual power.

After one hit, Ning Changjiu's figure was also stunned by the sword and flew upside down, hitting a naturally formed rock pillar. He didn't have the slightest joy in the success of the attack, and his body smashed into pieces. The rock pillar moved abruptly as soon as his feet touched the ground, and fled away in a figure several times faster than before.

Yan Feng covered his eyes, and a strange color flashed on his face. He had been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, and he was stabbed twice by a teenage boy. Although in his eyes, the opponent is only a mortal person, but this The humiliation hurt him deeply.

He no longer has anything to hide, and the strength accumulated over the years of long-lived realm is bursting out in an instant. He wants to give back all the losses he has suffered from Lu Jiajia to this young man.

Ning Changjiu's escape route was quickly blocked by a black shadow.

In the blink of an eye, a few blood beads in the dark shadow shot out like steel arrows. After the blood beads, a pair of wrinkled hands claws out, and the mighty spiritual power itself is as solid as gold. defense.

He wants to kill this boy as quickly as possible, because he knows that it won’t be long before the other masters in Hidden Peak will be alarmed. At that time, unless Yan Zhou spares no effort to protect him, otherwise he will never escape. .

And when Yan Zhou tried to let him out, he understood that the last blood relationship between the two was almost consumed.

He doesn't appreciate his brother, but hates him a little.

Yan Zhou is obviously a person who can become a peak owner, but he is stuck with a little obsession in his heart, watching the position of the peak owner let a younger generation dove occupy the magpie nest...If not, how could he bear it? Shame?

Hate is like pouring strong wine on a raging fire, and the spray of killing intent turns into the most decisive sword aura.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, and the power that spewed out at that moment overwhelmed all of Ning Changjiu's sword moves.

He grabbed the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand with one hand, and drew his claws directly into his heart with the other.

The sound of steel stirring sounded.

The tricks between the masters are also extremely fast.

In a short period of time, Ning Changjiu used dozens of swords in succession, aiming at Yan Feng’s terrifying sword moves, piercing them from the most vulnerable point, and Yan Feng’s moves were getting faster and faster. , He couldn't imagine that he had so many levels clearly, but he was unable to win a young man who hadn't been a long time since he cultivated for a long time!

And he knew that after a few more breaths, he would definitely be noticed by others.

But he didn't want to leave the peak with the sword, his hatred for the white-clothed boy in front of him even surpassed the escape itself.

Although he knows that as long as he keeps making moves like this, it won't be long before this boy will be able to hold it.

But time will not wait for him.

The speed of Yan Feng's sword suddenly slowed down.

A vast ancient sword aura rises and hides on his body, either in his clothes, the tips of his hair, or the chain that is slightly cut off on his feet.

With that sword intent, the alarm in Ning Changjiu's heart sounded for an instant, and he could feel the sword - it was the sword intent left by Master Sword Star.

As Yan Feng continued to polish his career as a monk, the sword intent, which was not the icing on the cake at the beginning, has now turned into a knife capable of slaying the enemy.

Ning Changjiu doesn’t know if he can escape this sword, but his heart is extremely calm. He has not experienced any twists and turns in the previous life, but in this life, he has wandered on the edge of life and death countless times, and every The toss and turns between life and death can give him a clearer understanding of the sword in his hand. That kind of understanding is not special, but he has never had it in the past.

Fear, tension, excitement, excitement... When all the emotions were mixed into eternal silence, the sword he made was faster than his imagination.

The sword light lit up abruptly, and the sword's intentions shattered layers of armor. Before reaching Yan Feng's throat, Yan Fengjian's heart flashed with great fear. He did not see the sword clearly until he touched it. The blood stains on the neck were not shallow.

If this young man's cultivation base is higher, he will be directly killed by his sword!

The huge rear fear made Yan Feng extremely angry, and the sword-like sword intent came first and then came, but with an inevitable pressure, it instantly slammed into Ning Changjiu's chest.

Ning Changjiu looked at the bloodstain on Yan Feng's neck with some regrets.

But regret is a useless emotion. He reacted as quickly as possible. The sword in his hand slammed into the sword intent, and the sea of ​​Qi suddenly shook as soon as the two touched. Almost all of the stalactites collapsed, like flying swords falling in the rain.

"Go to hell..." Yan Feng's pupils were red, and he didn't even care if he could escape.

The anger filled his chest. He stretched out his hand furiously and held the sword intent. The other end of the sword intent was against Ning Changjiu's chest. The flesh and blood separated from Ning Changjiu was just a thin piece. The sword body.

The moment the huge impact was conveyed away, many people behind the doors in Hidden Peak also noticed the movement and slowly opened them.

But no one has time to stop this.

The lead-grey sword image was like a real giant sword. It pressed Ning Changjiu's blade against his chest and slammed his body forward.

Yan Feng ran wildly against him, he laughed presumptuously, he wanted to throw this lifeless young man into the abyss, he wanted him to feel the most distorted pain and despair, and let him in the endless Bone to pieces in my fear!

Ning Changjiu's sword was firmly pressed by the opponent, but he did not dare to let go. Once let go, without the infusion of spiritual power, the extremely thin blade of the sword would be completely pierced.

The sound of the wind whizzed through his ears as he retreated quickly, and countless two generations of cultivation methods and sword moves passed through his brain, but none of them could make him cross the boundary of realm and reverse the victory in a short time.

But I don't know why, the more life and death are at stake, the more calm he becomes. That calmness is like death, which makes him feel embarrassed.

He looked at Yan Feng's face, which was somewhat similar to Yan Zhou, but his expression was different.

Suddenly, there was a sharp movement in his mind. As he thought of Yan Zhou, he also thought of the most weird sword moves.

He has never learned those sword moves, but at this moment, those sword moves seem to be living in his own bones!

He didn't know why, but instinctively caught a straw.

The body retreated quickly, and the abyss was not far away, and in the Purple Mansion, the Golden Crow opened his wide beak, already roaring like a sea beast.

In Ning Changjiu's eyes, golden light emerged.

Yan Feng didn't have time to judge what it was, and he didn't need to judge. He never believed that there was any way to change the gap in realm.

Then, in his already tingling eyes, there was a piercing pain again-the pain was like a rough stone passing through the fragile pupils, crushing the already blurred flesh and blood even more Shattered.

And in the last of his sight, there is a bird with dark gold feathers.

"Xiantian..." Before he could finish his words, he lost the light, but the power in his hand did not relax at all. The monstrous anger was transformed into the most terrifying power in his arms.

On the edge of the cliff, the dragon pillar that runs through the mountain is behind him.

The endless gray-black mist also seemed to sense something, churning like boiling water.

Half of Ning Changjiu’s feet are beyond the cliff, but his mind is completely empty. Just like what he said to Lu Jiajia last night, "the heart is full of ambivalence and the universe is emptied", he has forgotten everything at this moment , Among all the divine consciousness, there is only one's own sword and Yan Feng's sword.

He leaned back, and then saw a little light, which was extremely dazzling in the dark, so he stretched out his fingers like a sword, like a puzzle piece, pressed it up, and opened the light-emitting hole. Blocked to death.

So all the light disappeared, and the dead darkness of divine consciousness resembled eternal death.

This is one of Yan Zhou's weird sword piles.

Ning Changjiu realized at this moment that no matter how flawed the sword pile was, as long as he was killed before the opponent's sword was killed, the enemy would have no chance to break through even if he had ten thousand flaws.

It turned out to be such a sword... such self-confidence, decisiveness, rebelliousness, and indomitable!

In front of him, a huge blood hole appeared in Yan Feng’s throat. He didn’t understand until he died, how Ning Changjiu’s sword energy broke through his line of defense and pierced his throat, and Yan Zhou would never I don't know that the sword moves he used in his sleep will send his own brother to Huangquan.

The moment the sword gas dissipated, the Golden Crow let out a violent neigh, and it was also intoxicated by this indomitable determination.

But it's not over yet.

After all, Yan Feng is a great cultivator of the Longevity Realm. At the moment of his death, he made the last and only correct judgment in this decisive battle!

He exploded his body.

The violent flow of anger surged in an instant, and the cliff surrounding the abyss was also shattered at that moment. Ning Changjiu’s feet suddenly lost focus, he stretched out his hand, but couldn’t catch anything, he thought To draw Xiaofeikongzheng to leave, there is no aura light around him.

Fate is impermanent, the sword of death that was previously decisive, but the lingering lingering lingering rhyme of death has been fulfilled on him.

The Golden Crow turned into a spot of light and broke through the darkness and chased his body, but Ning Changjiu exhausted his strength and his brain was blank. He fell half-consciously like this. The Golden Crow bit his body, but was unable to drag him. Going up, one person and one bird fell like this, and their figures were swallowed by endless darkness in an instant.