Beyond the Divine States Chapter 211: : Their swords
In the realm of absolute flow of time, Ning Changjiu's struggle with the sinner is no more than a stick of incense, and the outside world has passed nearly half a year.
The Year of the Sin King finally passed, the Sin King returned to his kingdom of God, and the projection disappeared as the gate of the kingdom of God closed.
The moment of their moment, for the world below, is a long period of months.
Lu Jiajia sits on the side of the abyss, the breeze is blowing his face, his clothes are covered with snow, and his beautiful face is haggard. In the past few months, her realm has taken a step forward, as if she has entered the sixth floor of the Purple Court, and her sword body practice has also taken a step forward. Whenever a light breeze raises her hair, every strand of blue silk looks like The slender sword air.
Yu Yuan sat cross-legged, like a lotus flower that bloomed early in the summer, with soft and clear brows written on her brows, and her dress dipped in cherry blossoms and spring snow.
She looked at the wooden figure carved by the abyss and the ascending array in front of the wooden figure with a trance.
Lu Jiajia always remembered that one night last fall, a meteor seemed to flash across the night sky, illuminating the door for a moment.
She ran out of the hut and found that the wooden figure seemed to have been moved by some force, and turned around, and the small flying sky array also glowed with a faint light, and the seven-pointed star pattern seemed to pierce her heart. The spear made her mind tremble.
This is a sign that the small flying formation has been activated.
Lu Jiajia thought he was coming back, but that night, she didn't wait for anything, and the light of Xiaofeikong Array was like an inextinguishable candlelight, lit from beginning to end, and it had been bright in late autumn. In the cold winter, until Chunxi melted, it never went out.
Although she hasn't waited for anyone to come, this little candlelight is also company.
The candlelight finally went out last night.
The silhouette of Lu Jiajia's Xiumei is even thinner. She looked at the eclipsed little flying array, and finally got up slowly. When she turned her head, the mountains Fanghua had blossomed in full bloom for some time.
It turned out to be another season.
The mountains and grass are swaying, and there are old people coming.
The visitor's white skirt is elegant, slender waist belt, black hair tied into a ponytail, thin eyebrows, and skin white like new porcelain. She is like an orchid in the empty valley, and the swaying figure of the skirt is enough to shame the best Danqing painter in the world.
She walked from the forest mountain road, the high canopy of the tree was like an umbrella specially opened for her. In the shadow, light occasionally fell from the tree gap, shining her dress mottled.
She walked out, and the sun poured on her.
Lu Jiajia met her eyes and whispered: "Girl Xianger."
Zhao Xianger nodded lightly, she walked to Lu Jiajia's side and looked at the abyss.
"Are you still waiting?" Zhao Xiang'er's voice washed away the majesty and coldness in the usual days, and it was as shallow as the first melting water.
Lu Jiajia calmly said: "Let’s practice in Lubian, wait by the way, he is alive or dead, coming or not, this year, I have been relieved."
Zhao Xianger looked at the beautiful woman who didn't catch fireworks in front of her, and her thin lips curled up slightly. She chuckled softly: "Fenglord Lu is still not good at lying."
Lu married without answering.
Zhao Xianger stroked the skirt over her slender and tight legs, bending slightly, and sitting down on the edge of the cliff, her slender legs seemed to sway with the wind, and they seemed to stir the spring breeze.
"What about you?" Lu Jiajia asked rhetorically, "What are you here for again?"
Zhao Xianger said: "I just came to have a look."
Lu Jiajia asked: "On the last day of Linhe City, when I saw you, you seemed to be hugging each other."
Zhao Xianger said indifferently: "He is brave enough to take advantage of me when I am weak. If he dares to come back, this account must be calculated with him."
"Really?" Lu Jiajia sat down beside her.
Zhao Xiang'er's head tilted slightly and said, "Of course, I just respect the marriage certificate my mother gave me. I don't know if he is the fiance my mother chose for me. After all, I have experienced a lot together. You should come and see if you feel it is reasonable."
Lu Jia married: "Then what happened to the state sacrifice of Zhao Guo last autumn last year? I remember that time, it should be the day you first met."
Zhao Xianger frowned unhappy and said: "You live here, why do you know all this?"
"Xiaoling told me." Lu Jiajia said.
At that national festival, Zhao Xianger specially invited Ning Xiaoling’s, she obviously let Ning Xiaoling keep it secret, this dead girl is really unreliable...
Lu Jiajia continued: "Now everyone in the city knows that Sister Xiang'er has a fiance, right?"
Zhao Xianger said indifferently: "The fiancé’s matter is still just gossip in many places, but the master of the peak likes an apprentice who is many years younger than him. Now it’s known in the world. I will go to the restaurant and restaurant. At that time, I heard people talk about it many times. But no wonder they, this love between master and apprentice is taboo, and the reputation of the master of the peak is so great, the appearance is even more popular in Nanzhou, and it is inevitable to be discussed. More."
Lu Jiajia looked at the faintly speaking girl, and now Zhao Xianger is a little taller, and the figure is even more exquisite and convex, and the soft black dress is wrapped in delicate curves, just looking at each other through the clothes. Tenderness and softness are the only ones in the world.
It's just that this little girl who has carved and carved jade, but her words are becoming less and less pleasing.
"He is just my disciple." Lu Jiajia said.
Zhao Xianger said: "Here is the only two of us who are not so honest? Even if I believe it, will others believe it?"
Lu Jiama’s expression was cold and cold, and he said after a while: "Then why are you here today? Why do you seem to be here to ask sin?"
Zhao Xianger looked at Lu's marriage. The appearance of this sister Lu's Xueyi Saber should be the most perfect female sword fairy in the world. Pounce into the arms of that Xuefeng Xiangying.
Zhao Xianger was silent for a while, and said: "You also know that he is my fiancé in name. But he is obviously my fiancé, but you are the only one who has been here for so long. What is that?"
Lu Jiajia said calmly: "I said, he is just my apprentice."
Zhao Xianger said slightly annoyed: "Are you still stiff?"
Lu married and said: "If girl Xiang'er doesn't dislike this empty house, I don't mind if you live with me, you have a company anyway."
Zhao Xianger looked a little lonely: "I am different from you, you are gone, Sifeng is just one less female sword fairy with superb swordsmanship. If I leave, then the million people of Zhao will also die. Up."
The huge clouds in the sky obscured the light, and the immortal appearances of the two of them were hidden in the gloom.
They didn't speak again until the clouds were blown by the wind.
"What is under this abyss?" Zhao Xianger muttered to himself.
Lu Jiajia asked: "Can't your Jiuyu fly over?"
Zhao Xianger shook her head, she had already tried it secretly. The entire abyss resisted her coming.
Lu Jia married and said: "It is said that the forbidden land in the Southern Wilderness is extremely dangerous, and it is full of remnants of the ancient fierce gods."
Zhao Xianger faintly said: "Maybe there are beauties everywhere, making someone happy."
Lu Jiajia smiled lightly: "If I were him, and I knew that there was such a beautiful fiancé waiting for me outside, wouldn't the rest of the fragrant arms be all rouge and vulgar fans?"
"I didn't wait for him." Zhao Xianger defended her words softly, and said tit-for-tat: "If I think of such an iceberg-like master waiting for me to melt away, I would not bear it too much."
Lu Jiamarry was unmoved, just said: "Fortunately, you are not a disciple of the sword hall, otherwise you will have been put on the ruler at this moment."
Zhao Xianger didn't want to let it go, and said: "Fortunately, your realm is still high, otherwise I would have broken your **** at this time."
Lu Jiajia didn’t know what he thought of, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and she seemed a little angry. Between the cold jade-body, the sword gas was like a quiet spring splashing out of the mountains and rocks, splashing into white mist under the sun. .
Zhao Xiang'er looked at her faintly. This year, many dragon robes were added to the crown of the empress. Her temperament was inherently majestic and arrogant. This majesty is the sharpness of the brow , Is the crimson dyed on the corners of the lips. Under her slender and blurred eyelashes, her black and white eyes were as bright as a mirror.
Of course, they are just scaring each other, and will not give up, naturally they won't really do anything.
"Have you entered the Purple Court?" Lu Jiajia looked at her and asked.
Zhao Xianger nodded and said: "Yes."
Lu Jiajia asked: "Is it the battle in the Kingdom of Jade in late autumn last year?"
Zhao Xianger smiled and asked: "Do you know all this?"
"Your news, Xiaoling, often tells me, not to mention such big and uproarious events." Lu Jiajia asked: "Is the battle going well?"
Zhao Xianger fell into the memory slightly.
This battle is nothing to her.
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In November last year, in the late autumn, on a frosty and dewy day, Zhao Xianger quietly went to the country of Xuan with an umbrella sword and Jiuyu on his back without anyone knowing.
This idea appeared in her mind very early, but after Ning Chang's accident, this idea became stronger and stronger, and finally reached the point of being out of control in the late autumn of that year.
In this year, Zhao’s military strength has become stronger and stronger, and its military armament has gradually caught up with the level of Zhenuo. The most important thing is the rise of practitioners. Almost all practitioners who pass the fairyland are It can be a hundred.
However, the battle between the two countries is by no means a comparison of ordinary combat power. There are too many dangers in the battlefield. Unless it is a major practitioner of the Purple Court realm, it is difficult to guarantee their survival in the chaotic army. Therefore, even persuading practitioners to join the army is extremely difficult.
So, although the Kingdom is no longer an invincible behemoth in their eyes, after the real intersection of swords and soldiers, they can still only achieve a degree of mutual victory.
It is Zhao Xianger's realm that has increased faster than Zhao's army.
In one year, she didn't practice very seriously, but her realm was still rising, she easily reached the pinnacle of the long-lived realm, and could break through the purple court realm at any time. But she wanted to find an opportunity.
Until the cherry blossoms bloomed in the country of Jade, she had a strong heart, and finally decided to take the sword to the country of Jade to cut through the opportunity.
It's the sun, the cold wind swept across the land, the frost killed the grass.
Zhao Xianger came to the outside of the city of Xuan Country alone.
The main city of the Kingdom of Jade is like a gloomy prison. The cavalry is heavily armored and patrolled. The soldiers on the tower are walking in an endless stream. There are still torches burning during the day, and the archers have not slackened. The passers-by were silent, and did not talk after meeting, but just looked at each other. Even if they look at each other, they dare not look at each other for too long.
This city has an extremely depressing atmosphere.
This is the capital of the country.
Zhao Xianger untied her cloak outside the city of Jade. She was still in the familiar black outfit, capable and graceful, carrying an umbrella and a sword, and her heroic spirit was compelling.
Outside the castle tower, she stepped on Jiuyu's back, soared into the air, and came to the city wall. So this morning, the entire Kingdom of Yan was full of excitement.
There are a lot of guards in the imperial city of Jade Kingdom. They have a special letter tower and convey news extremely quickly.
On the tower, Zhao Xianger stood up in a hurry, cutting off all the knives and swords that were forced, she wanted to give the country a time to react.
This dynasty dominated the South State side, in her eyes at this time, it seemed thin and insignificant.
Although she is smart by nature, she doesn't like the art of war. Now she can kill a lot of people in the two countries.
The news spread to the kingdom of Jin, the royal family was shocked, and the city was in turmoil.
The twelve guardian Xuantian ghosts of Xuan Kingdom will float one after another in the sky above Xuan Kingdom, like a Rakshasa in armor, with their hands on the tower. They are based on the entire imperial city and are as big as copper. Gong's eyes stared at the girl who appeared abruptly, revealing his weapons one by one.
These twelve rakshas are the gods and generals of the city guardian of the Kingdom. According to legend, they can join hands to slay the immortals in the purple garden realm.
"You have not yet entered the Purple Garden Realm, and you dare to trespass into this city without authorization. Those fools of Zhao country embrace you, worship you, and regard you as the son of god. I never thought that you would always be in a high position. I actually believed in such absurd claims. !"
A voice rang like Dalu, Hongzhong, in the center of the Imperial City.
"When a woman is an emperor, she is so impulsive." There was also the prince of your family who came out next to him, looking at the legendary empress of Zhao.
Everyone knows that the empress of Zhao has the appearance of heaven and human, and she moves the country. Many people work hard to earn fame, just to look at her from a distance.
Zhao Xianger didn't move, she stood still, and the sword Lin Tiejian couldn't get close to her.
She knows that there are still masters in the country.
There were more and more people below, and the armored Rakshasa clinging to the tower looked at her hugely, as if looking at a rare but fragile flower.
However, the few real experts in the imperial city have serious expressions.
The sun rose on the horizon, shining on this formidable city, and it also reflected Zhao Xianger's eyebrows clearly.
Several princes who came here to watch were hot, and the oirans of the whole country seemed to be inferior to her description. Many people started shouting, let Na Raksha not hurt her and want to catch Live.
Such cheers stopped when Zhao Xianger jumped down the tower.
The pitch-black Jiuyu spread out huge wings in the sky. Although Jiuyu has no thickness, its silhouette is beautiful, with seagull-like wings and phoenix-like tail feathers. When it spreads its wings, every feather exploded is like a sharp sword.
Raksha leaped one by one to meet the girl.
This day is a nightmare in the country.
Snow fell in the city, black snow, and every piece of snowflake is the withering spiritual power of the Rakshasa that protects the country.
They watched the girl leaping into the sky and hitting the spiritual monster dozens of times larger than her with bare hands. Then the silhouettes of the hills shattered and collapsed one by one. They were rooted in the Kingdom of Mars. It is almost the power of a country in the kingdom of Jin, and each one is the spirit of the long-lived state.
But it is clear that they are both long-lived realms, but Zhao Xianger is like a real devil, punching and punching them all.
The cold winter seems to have come early.
The black snow in the sky stopped for a long time.
The whole city is cold and cold.
Except for the twelve rakshas at this time, Zhao Xianger didn’t kill anyone, and even the princes who had yelled at them with terrible words, she didn’t pay any attention to them. She was like a simple killing machine, the real goal was only There is a king who hides in the deep palace like the old king.
"His Royal Highness stopped."
Outside the imperial city, the twelve rakshas died, and none of the arrows above the imperial city could stick to the corner of her clothes. The black shadow passed by, and after entering the virtual imperial city, he was finally stopped by two middle-aged people.
The two middle-aged people are very similar in appearance and clothes.
They are like two mountains pressed in front of the imperial palace.
"Something?" Zhao Xianger rarely said.
One of them sighed: "When the battle between the two countries sees the difference on the battlefield, your Royal Highness enters the city and uses the power of the heavens to change the pattern of the world. This is inconsistent with the rules."
Zhao Xianger said: "You think the territory is too small, so you swallowed sixteen small countries, and even the soldiers crushed Zhao, forcing the land to be swallowed by whales. I am different from you, I hate this city, but I don't I think about occupying it or destroying it."
She only wants to kill King Yan. She wants to quell the people's grievances in the country of Zhao for decades, and also to vent the sword intent in her heart.
She stepped on the steps and walked upwards.
"Why does Xianli Human have to do with me? I am the empress of Zhao Kingdom, and I am still in the world, who dares to chase me?" Zhao Xianger stood among them, stopped and waited for them to take action.
But the two glanced at each other and sighed, but they let go, and instead saluted Zhao Xianger.
The rest of the profound armor's heavy army stood on both sides, spears like forests, pierced brightly, one after another pointed at her, but no one did it.
In the deep palace, the elder King Yan escaped. He wanted to blow out all the candlesticks, but he accidentally overturned one, causing the fire to burn, but he took his body more clearly. .
He cried out for help, prayed for Chang Yingshu's prediction to come true, prayed for the gods to come to the world to stabilize the chaos.
But there is nothing. Those people didn't know if they were killed or were they simply frightened, but none of them stopped them.
He became a real lonely man, and then watched the girl coming from the flames.
She is breathtakingly beautiful.
This is the last scene seen by the elderly Yan Wang.
This battle will be exaggerated in the days to come, and the description will be extremely enthusiastic, as if the whole city is a battlefield with clanging swords and thunderous drums, and the empress of Zhao and the king of the Kingdom light up the swords There are different theories about the fighting, but in short, they are all dizzy and mysterious.
But in the real story, Zhao Xianger just stabbed him to death with a sword on the steps, and then sat alone on the black gold throne, looking far away.
She thinks everything is so boring.
Because the world is boring, all those interesting past events are especially vivid.
By the way, she helped put out the fire in this luxurious Royal Palace, and then came to the backyard, standing under the iron dried cherry tree blooming like snow.
All the objects have gathered, and she stepped into the purple garden amidst the blossoming trees.
She originally had expectations for the Tribulation of the Heart Demon.
It's just that the Inner Demon Jie is more boring than she thought.
In the realm of Heart Demon Tribulation, she discovered the truth about herself at first, and then she walked through her life again like a horse watching.
In this lifetime, everyone served her with great diligence, to please her, all kinds of glitz added, a thousand extravagance and intoxication, really wait for Yunyan to pass, but there is nothing worth remembering.
Zhao Xianger in the Tribulation of the Heart Demon is extremely calm, most of the time, she is still in the familiar country, under the familiar banyan tree, looking into the distance.
Over ten years.
Finally, she came to the age of sixteen. She was searching for the shadow in white clothes in the torrent of people, but she didn't see it for some reason.
As if this is reality, and those memories are dreams.
Her heart demon catastrophe cannot be called catastrophe, because in the heart demon fantasy realm, everyone is paving the way for her, offering gifts, answering all questions without being confused.
She failed to see the young man who she couldn't say emotionally at the age of sixteen in the illusion, so she completely lost interest in this heart devil catastrophe.
Zhao Xianger killed the red-tailed old man in the illusion and broke out.
When she left the Heart Demon Tribulation, behind her, all the people in the illusion fell to her knees, as if this was not the Heart Demon Realm, but her kingdom of God.
She is the **** of all things, even if it is the evil spirit of the heart, she dare not show any disrespect to her.
The world is still boring.
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Zhao Xianger told her about the story of the year. Lu Jiajia listened quietly, occasionally speaking.
After finishing her words, Zhao Xianger said goodbye to her.
"Are you leaving?" Lu Jiajia asked.
Zhao Xianger knew what she was asking, she said: "After the three-year period, if he doesn't come, I will go to the West."
Lu Jiamao asked again: "If he comes back, will you agree to the marriage contract?"
Zhao Xiang'er said calmly: "I and him are probably the same way, but not the same traveler."
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In Duanjie City, this six months has been particularly long.
Shao Xiaoli sits above the palace of the king every day, staring at the sky, unblinking to see if there are any meteors passing by, seeing his eyes sore and unbearable all the time.
In this year, the Broken World City began to rebuild one after another after it was broken. Although it was far from the glory of the past, it finally continued the fire.
Ye Chu went to Xuexia again, but Si Ming never returned to the city.
So Shao Xiaoli, who was only seventeen years old, provoked the beams, and Jun Xueyu, as the new beast totem of Duanjiecheng, occasionally went to the city to stand guard and feel the feeling of worshipping people.
After half a year of unconsciousness, Shao Xiaoli finally saw the falling shadow in the distance. The shadow was extremely far away and very weak, like an illusion of dryness after long-term vision.
But she knows, that's the boss.
She didn't have time to put on the most beautiful clothes, so she ran out of the city.
But she was not the first to arrive.
On this day, with such a result, Ye Shi and Si Ming have been waiting for a long time.
In the snow gorge, Su Yanshu embraced the night.
If Ning Changjiu hadn't rescued him, Ye Chu would have died on the day he collided with the sinner.
His body is getting worse and worse, and he can only fall asleep in Su Yanshu’s arms every day, and the time for him to show his fairy-like beauty is getting shorter and shorter, most of the time, it’s burning. Broken body made of spliced wood.
Su Yanshu knew that he was going to die.
But today, Ye Chu got up uncharacteristically, and felt a pill from nowhere. After swallowing it, he regained some strength.
He put the flag banner upright and left Xuexia.
Su Yanshu knew that he would not come back this time, she hugged him from behind and asked: "You never liked me, right?"
Ye Chu smiled and shook his head: "No."
Su Yanshu looked sad and said: "But you clearly don't love me, who do you like? Is that woman named Si Ming? Or do you not love anyone?"
Ye Chu has nothing to say about Si Ming, but at best sympathizes with each other. What was insurmountable between him and this younger generation was always a great battle from beginning to end.
But today, he did send her the last ride.
Ye Chu followed a certain direction and found Ning Changjiu's broken and fallen body in a piece of sand the fastest.
Ning Changjiu’s body was almost burnt, and he couldn’t see the original appearance of the blood. He was lying on the ground, and he couldn’t even feel his breath. In this broken body, all the bones were shattered, and he didn’t know. What kind of power and thoughts are supporting the beating of his heart.
After the arrival of the night extermination, Si Ming arrived almost at the same time.
They glanced at each other.
"Kill him, we will share power and fight to the death." Si Ming said.
Ye Chu smiled and asked: "Do you really want to kill him?"
Si Ming said: "I was here to kill him. Your Qiqiao Linglongxin should be able to tell the truth of my words."
Ye Chu smiled and nodded, and said: "Let's do it, 700 years of entanglement, now it's still big."
Si Ming nodded and said: "Let's get started."
They came to Ning Changjiu's body and raised their swords together.
Shao Xiaoli is still on the road running wild, the sword spirit is still sleeping in his body, no one can save him.
The sound of the sword piercing his chest rang.
But it wasn't Ning Changjiu's chest that was pierced, but the night removal.
Siming used the sword of the Tianyu Sword Classic. In the past six months, she has already comprehended that trick.
She held the sword and looked at Ye Chu. She still couldn't help but wondering, and asked: "Why are you so weak? Why are you so weak and dare to come to see me?"
Ye Chu looked at the sword that pierced his chest and smiled: "You finally lied to me."
Si Ming shook his head gently: "I didn't lie, it's true that I want to kill him, and it's true that I want to kill you."
Ye Chu sighed: "If you and I exchanged power, I might have killed you long ago."
The power of his authority is far less than that of Si Ming. In these years, no matter how smart he is, he will not fight for seven hundred years.
Si Ming said calmly: "That is who I am yesterday, not who I am today."
Speaking, she pushed out the dark sword in her hand, cutting through the exquisite heart of the seven orifices.
Ye Chu still smiled when she fell.
He likes snow, but here is a vast desert. This is not the fate he likes, but fate is the sand between his fingers that he can't hold. Even if he once held a whole desert in his hand, he will end up in a day. This is the ending he will eventually face.
Ye Chu died, but the authority of destiny did not disperse, because that little authority has been completely wiped out in the battle of the sin king and god, and what he is dying now is just an empty puppet shell . It is precisely because of this that he has truly come to the end of his life.
Siming killed this centuries-old enemy, but he couldn't reap real joy.
She did not continue to kill, but sat cross-legged, with the black sword across her knees, looking at the dying boy quietly.
She will wait for Ning Changjiu to wake up before making the final victory with him.
Regardless of success or failure, this will be the most important battle in her life.
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