Beyond the Divine States Chapter 229: : The Fire of Burning Country

"Lost you!" Zhao Xianger looked at the sparrow and was silent for a while. Her sleepy eyes were clear for a while, she glared at Ning Changjiu, and said: "I woke up, you seem to be dreaming! "

Ning Changjiu looked at the sparrow on the tree, looked at Zhao Xianger with a little contempt, and said, "Can you, the Emperor of the Earth, be a little poetic?"

His voice seemed to be a bit loud, and his voice just fell, and the sparrows on the tree had already fluttered away.

"Your poetry ran away." Zhao Xianger sneered: "Don't chase it?"

"Suzaku is by your side, what's the point of chasing a little sparrow?" Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyebrows lightly and said: "Huh? Did you admit that it was a sparrow?"

Ning Changjiu was startled, not knowing how to explain, so he said directly: "You just don't want to admit defeat?"

Zhao Xianger has always been the one who made trouble without reason. Now she was taken a step ahead by the other party, and she was a little annoyed for a while: "The fish that used to be a silver lion should be fed to a dog."

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "If you invite me to dinner, won't I let you sleep too?"

"?" Zhao Xianger was slightly startled, thinking about the appearance of sleeping on his lap before, and slightly narrowed her eyebrows: "It seems that Linhe City was still soft-hearted at the time, and now I can stand the beating, dare to be so. Speaking?"

During the words, Zhao Xianger gently stretched out her hand, she didn't use any spiritual power, the sparrow that had previously perched on the tree really flew back, and happily stopped between her fingers.

She has the blood of the divine bird, and naturally has a natural control over the small bird on earth.

Zhao Xianger stretched out a finger, lightly nodded its forehead, and said: "Little sparrow, there is a blind man who calls you a leaf."

The sparrow tweeted a few times.

Ning Changjiu was not convinced, and came over, touched its tail feathers, and said: "You will call it Ye Zi from now on."

The sparrow screamed, turned his head and pecked his finger, Ning Changjiu shrank his hand, looked at the sparrow, and tentatively compromised: "Or is it a tie?"

He doesn't want to get Zhao Xianger's palm.

Zhao Xianger said lightly: "If you ask me, then I will reluctantly agree to you."

Ning Changjiu said: "Wait when you ask me."

"Really?" Zhao Xiang'er's mouth curled up.

Ning Changjiu also looked at her.

All the scattered leaves all over the street withered and clean at this moment, the whole street was stained yellow, the sparrows flew away with flapping wings, the afternoon sun seemed to have only two beams, and it happened to fall on the teenagers and girls. They Standing opposite to each other, all the fallen sycamore leaves on the ground were cut into pieces between words and smiles.

Ning Changjiu looked at her and suddenly laughed: "You were also in a white dress at the time."

"Huh?"

"When I first met, outside the little general's mansion, I was considered a demure but capable official lady at that time."

"What's wrong with the white skirt, you don't wear it too. Later, did Lu Jiama talk about it? What's your evaluation?"

"Can you not mention this..."

"Why? No place to show yourself?"

Zhao Xianger's smile is especially bright in the light.

Ning Changjiu looked at her and said with a smile: "Do you remember that you were beaten with blood in the half of your body by Mrs. Bai, and in the end I carried you back to the old house to heal?"

Zhao Xianger's eyes flickered and said: "Huh? Want to play the emotional card?"

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head, and said: "I don't know if His Royal Highness Xiang'er remembers that when you woke up, you were lying on your stomach."

Zhao Xianger's eyes sharpened: "What did you do?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course you have taught your Highness a good lesson, but it's a pity that you passed out in a coma at the time and you won't cry."

Zhao Xianger took a deep breath, her chest rises and falls, and a glow of humiliation flashes across her cheeks. She took off her umbrella and said, "If you don't beat you today, Lu Jiamarry will recognize it. Don’t even think about going back if you don’t come out!"

Choke! The old red light suddenly unfolded, and in a flash, Zhao Xianger had pulled out the sword in the umbrella. She covered the half-opened red umbrella, and the thin sword flashed like an electric light, which directly pierced Ning Changjiu's heart.

Ning Changjiu had deliberately irritated her, so he had already reacted. When Zhao Xianger's murderous aura took off, he also held the hilt of the sword. When the white light behind the red umbrella flashed in front of him like a thunder, the sword The light lit up from Ning Changjiu's sheath, the iron sword hidden in the scabbard of the sandalwood white anaconda, as if it were ejected, accurately intercepted the umbrella sword that Zhao Xianger stabbed like a spirit snake.

The tip of the sword hit the edge of the sword, and the white sword aura collided, exploding a splendid flaming sword fire. The two brows were red in the fire. The moment the two swords collided, the whole street seemed to be covered. The strong wind swept through, and all the fallen leaves were crushed into powder and blown clean.

"His Royal Highness, is this angry?" Ning Changjiu put the sword against the opponent's umbrella sword, holding the scabbard in the other hand, the scabbard turned in his hand like a stick, and swiped his head against Zhao Xianger.

Zhao Xianger held the umbrella and turned around, the red umbrella was in full bloom, no matter how fancy the scabbard was, he would immediately play after hitting the umbrella surface, the shadow of the scabbard was like rain, no matter how heavy the rain How can I penetrate the umbrella?

"Angry? Oh, I want to thank Young Master Ning for frankly telling me, so that you can list one more guilt." Zhao Xianger's beautiful brows returned to peace, and the umbrella sword pierced from the sword fire, shaking. Thousands of shadows came out, each like a whip, covering Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu's eyes suddenly cleared, his sword eyes opened, and he looked at the sword that was knocked down like a torrential rain. With the force of the wooden sheath and the umbrella facing the collision, he withdrew slightly, with a sword raised, Yu Jian Yingzhong accurately hit the slender umbrella sword, and then when he cast the big river into blasphemy, the sword turned into a beast, chasing Zhao Xianger's sword and slammed away.

Boom!

At the end of the flood sword energy, the red umbrella appeared ghostly, the sword energy hit the umbrella surface, not a single bit of it can penetrate, Zhao Xianger turned the umbrella handle, like throwing off the rain, sticking those sticking to the umbrella surface Sword Qi rolled back to the past.

Ning Changjiu's face did not change, the sword energy in his eyes was more vigorous, and there was a faint golden light.

The rewinding sword aura touched Ning Changjiu's gaze, and it spontaneously ignited like paper. When the sword aura fell in front of him, it burned out and turned into ashes. At the same time, Ning Changjiu’s sword turned into a white rainbow. This white rainbow was fused with Jianzong’s white rainbow penetrating Japanese style. It also blended with the swordsmanship of Duanjiecheng. It was varied and stabs at a speed too fast to see clearly. Zhao Xianger.

Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows slightly, she remembered the movement of this sword.

This is the same as that of the imperial city when the nameless man slashed the Spirit Devourer.

The sword is straight when viewed from the side, but when viewed from above, it lacks a slender and beautiful arc like a crescent moon. The sword of Yizhiyiqu has illuminated Zhao Xianger’s eyebrows in a blink of an eye. If it is an ordinary person, he will not be able to distinguish the trend of the sword, and his hands and feet will be confused, but Zhao Xianger’s eyebrows are getting quieter in the sword's breath. She has spent eight years looking at the West, and she can clearly capture the trajectory of his sword when she does not need anything similar to the sword's purpose.

The rapier protruded like a viper, cut into the sword light, and picked Ning Changjiu's sword. The sword fire that exploded on the red umbrella was extinguished, and the silent street was full of metal vibrations. Screaming.

"There are so many tricks!" After Zhao Xianger staggered with him, she turned around quickly, and the tip of the sword pierced his back.

"I also have a lot of other tricks. Your Royal Highness will know about it later." Ning Changjiu shot back. His eyes condensed, holding the sword in his backhand and flicking it to the side, blocking the stabbing sword.

Zhao Xianger's face was angry: "Looking for death!"

She withdrew the sword in one hand and pressed it with the red umbrella in the other. The red umbrella turned at high speed between her palms, like a curtain, which suddenly occupied Ning Changjiu's sight.

Ning Changjiu's gaze was briefly frightened. On the side of the red umbrella, Zhao Xianger's sword picked out a sword fire, and then forced it in front of him.

"Earn!"

Ning Changjiu reflected it in time and withdrew half a step back, the scabbard in his hand jumped up and blocked the sword. At the same time, he no longer squinted his eyes, and directly condensed two eyes with his eyes. Xu Jian, one left and one right, attacked Zhao Xiang'er like a flying knife with a horn.

Zhao Xiang'er ignored them. When the two virtual swords approached in front of him, they seemed to fall into the illusion layer upon layer, without splashing any sound.

This is the "world" she made by her own hands.

The umbrella that Zhao Xianger ran into looked like an indestructible shield. Ning Changjiu used her sword to catch her constantly changing shadow while avoiding the shield-like impact of the red umbrella. The figure was forced to retreat step by step, and dozens of sycamore trees had already retreated in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Xiang'er's sword is getting faster and faster. At a certain moment, the red umbrella in her hand suddenly closed, and the umbrella that was originally a shield immediately turned into a sword. She reversed the handle of the umbrella, and her forearm shook the red umbrella. Like a dark red rainbow light, it hit Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to use sword aura as a barrier, but the barrier of sword aura was only raised, and he was smashed to pieces by the red umbrella. The roaring fire like a fire dragon was like a giant arrow shot from a siege crossbow, locked tightly. The figure of Ning Changjiu.

Beside the sycamore tree, the young man in white suddenly quieted.

The umbrella ran into his figure, but his figure was actually pure black, and the umbrella passed through it as if nothing was there. He used the water and moon in the mirror to swap his position with the reflection on the ground.

Zhao Xianger had long expected that when his figure turned upside down, the thin sword was thrown like an arrow, and it was connected to the umbrella to form a straight line. In that line, no matter what Ning Changjiu uses Switching back to the figure, the metropolitan sword pierced accurately.

The girl was holding the winning ticket, but in a blink of an eye, the change regenerated. The umbrella on the ground suddenly lifted off the ground and hit her back along the previous trajectory, and her body also moved backwards uncontrollably.

Zhao Xiang'er guessed something, her face was different.

Her time has been reversed!

After the red umbrella passed, Ning Changjiu's body and shadow replaced again. To his side, he held a gun in one hand and a sheath in the other, like a ghost holding two steel blades. His figure flashed and slammed into Zhao Xiang'er's arms.

When the sword came to her front, Zhao Xianger broke free from the torrent of time. She had no time to make a precise response, and was suppressed by Ning Changjiu's series of impenetrable sword moves. Those sword moves were full of tricks. , Like a torrent of anger, rushing endlessly, one after another, Zhao Xiang'er was covered.

"This is the authority of time?" Zhao Xianger used a red umbrella and thin sword to hold the left and right, and suddenly understood: "The woman, Si Ming, also gave you the authority?"

He had deliberately concealed the matter before, but now he was guessed at once, and the girl was full of anger.

At the same time, all the sword shadows that Ning Changjiu had transformed were condensed into one at this moment. It was a huge sword shadow that almost traversed the entire long street. It looked like a white dragon, spouting vigorously. Rainbow light sent the final shock towards the girl.

"Don't think too much, Si Ming is just a monster with blue-faced fangs." Ning Changjiu made a vicious move without forgetting to explain.

Zhao Xianger sneered: "I'm not a stupid woman like Lu Jiajia!"

The raging fire suddenly rises from Zhao Xianger's side. Those fluttering flames are like countless feathers, and each feather is the shadow of a divine bird. When the dragon was depressed, the Phoenix Fire rose from the ground and scorched towards the sky. Amidst the white rainbow and the flame, the two swords collided again, making an ear-piercing sound that could pierce steel.

White light and flaming debris came out like waste, the hundreds of years old bluestone bricks on the ground were shattered with one touch. The long street looked like a huge chimney, and the spewing flames gushed out from both ends of the chimney along the road. The plane trees on both sides were cut clean, and the walls on both sides began to collapse and melt.

Fortunately, this is a deserted house with no one, otherwise it would be a tragedy out of control.

The blade and the blade rubbed across, sparks shot everywhere, and the burst of sword energy lifted their clothes and hair. After a few shakes, the sword smashed together again, and they were like two smashed. The iron nails together, the closer and closer, their sword-holding figures are getting closer, one side is the snow-white sword aura like a waterfall, the other is the burning phoenix feather like a fire, the girl who was sleeping on Ning Changjiu’s thigh before, At this moment, there is no half of the cute appearance of a cat, she is like a **** who has come to the world, and the red lotus fire that burns all things is burning on the skirt of her skirt.

The grinding sound of the iron sword was so sharp that it made teeth sour.

In the grand flames, their close faces were illuminated incomparably bright, and Ning Changjiu could even see her velvety eyelashes and **** delicate lines on her thin lips.

Their aura rises from wave to wave, and in the stirring celestial phenomenon, there is a faint tendency of lightning and thunder.

"Crack!"

Before the violent thunder fell, the crack of the sword sounded first.

As Zhao Xianger previously judged, Ning Changjiu’s sword was not good enough. When confronted with Zhao Xianger at this moment, the vibration frequency of the sword was unimaginable. Even if he was filled with spiritual power, he was still overwhelmed. , Was shaken into two halves at this moment. When his sword was broken, the sword pushed by Zhao Xianger would have unstoppable inertia and strength, and directly cut off his head at the extreme high speed.

The moment the sword broke, a panic flashed in Zhao Xianger's eyes. But the sword can no longer be recovered.

Ning Chang’s time authority is still adjusting his breath. He clenched his teeth and burst out a stern shout. All the power of Shura was erupting like a volcano, and the burst of golden light was like a slender golden dragon, climbing around him. It turned into a huge pure golden image. This image is like the legendary Buddha standing on top of the sky, but he is far from being as compassionate as the Buddha. In his face, half of his face is as hideous as a ghost, half as handsome as a god, and sturdy. On his arms, the shadows of golden dragons entwined like scorching suns engraved with inscriptions. These scorching suns were born in the ancient times and are shining brightly.

He should have arrived in an invincible posture, but it is a pity that his battle armor has visible cracks and cracks. In his virtual grip, a large sword that should have been missing is also missing, which makes him could The power of the outbreak is also greatly reduced.

The flaming giant blade hit the golden Shura giant.

Amidst the crashing sound of the sky and the earth, ripples of aftermath were thrown out roughly, repeatedly exploding like firecrackers, setting off countless waves of air, and the golden armored giant that seemed solid and golden was cut out by the sword. This crack extended rapidly, and instantly cut the giant golden armor at his waist. The giant is like a collapsed mountain, burning and falling down, smashing to pieces every inch.

Even if the broken body of Shura was urged to the extreme, it still couldn't stop the sword that burned three thousand phoenix fires.

The flame was like a rising phoenix, crashed into Ning Changjiu’s arms, and disappeared in a flash. Ning Changjiu’s figure was cut and flew out. He broke his sword and propped on the ground, plowing a deep path on the broken bluestone slab. The way.

After a long time, the turbulent smoke finally died down. Ning Changjiu stood up with the broken sword and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Xianger stood on the spot, also pale, with the sword's hand hanging down, she was like snow On her white clothes, a drop of blood splashed in and the flowers bloomed like winter plums in full bloom among the snow.

"This is all your means?" It was Zhao Xianger who was injured more lightly. She held the sword and walked towards Ning Changjiu. The girl seemed to be calm, but she had lingering fears. Before Ning Changjiu suddenly reversed time, if those tide-like eruptions were stronger, it might even directly defeat her defensive force.

Ning Changjiu stood up, and the moment Huang Huo added his body, he seemed to have fallen into a brand new world. He was surrounded by blood-burning bone evil spirits. The mental trance at that moment was not only not fatal. Instead, he gave birth to a trace of understanding, which was not even lost to the way of the sinner.

Ning Changjiu looked at the girl in the white skirt and quibbled: "My sword is not as good as you."

Zhao Xiang'er was noncommittal, and said: "But your sword is broken. Could it be that you still have to draw out another sword from under the skirt like those dancing girl assassins?"

Ning Changjiu looked at Broken Sword, and said with sorrow: "This is the best sword I have bought in Zhao Country. If your Highness breaks it, he won't pay me?"

Zhao Xianger frowned, and immediately smiled, pointing to the ruined street, and said: "This is my home and street in the country of Zhao. Now you have destroyed it like this, so you should pay for it. How much do I have?"

These two young girls who had been playing hard to separate at this moment are so casually involved in the routine.

Ning Changjiu looked at his solitary self and smiled bitterly: "Can I use myself to pay off debts?"

Zhao Xianger sneered and said: "Are you going to sell it to the pork shop or to the building?"

Ning Changjiu pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively: "His Royal Highness has lived in the deep palace for a long time, isn't he lonely?"

"It's really lonely. If you put on a skirt and put on makeup, and dance for me every day, I don't mind."

"Your Highness has misunderstood, I just asked, do you need a dedicated husband to teach you how to write the four characters virtuous, virtuous, and virtuous."

Zhao Xiang'er squinted her eyes and said: "Is the injury healed? Did you forget the pain?"

Ning Changjiu coughed up blood and said: "His Royal Highness is indeed not light."

"If you can't stand it, don't support it." Zhao Xianger said.

Ning Changjiu glanced at her hand that was hidden in her sleeve, unable to hold the sword, and said, "The same is true for you."

The two looked at each other for a while.

"What are you eating tonight?"

"I want to eat..."

"Think clearly about it."

"..."

Ning Changjiu was here for the appointment, and he didn't actually carry any entanglements on his body. He could be **** Zhao Xianger with the sword, but he had to bow his head here.

Zhao Xianger walked past him, walking casually.

Ning Changjiu’s face was equally ordinary. He gently held the hilt of the sword and counted Zhao Xiang’er’s footsteps. He wanted to find an entry point, activate the authority of time, and defeat her unexpectedly, but Zhao Xiang’er was also defensive. All her seemingly random movements are in fact with a dripping defense. No matter if Ning retreats a few breaths before, she can't make an overwhelming attack on her. Instead, she may be chased and beaten by the gap where she uses her authority.

"Let's eat the most expensive restaurant here." Ning Changjiu smiled lightly and got up as if nothing had happened.

"The most expensive?" Zhao Xianger sneered: "Then I can only mortgage you to pay."

Zhao Xianger thought for a while, then said: "Forget it, it's not easy to miss you, so let's take you to the largest restaurant in the entire Zhao country."

Ning Changjiu loosened his muscles and bones, and said, "His Royal Highness You Lao."

Along the way, the two of them seem to be walking around normally, but their sword aura pops up from time to time, turning into a series of venomous snakes that start suddenly, attacking the people around them.

"I saw this tall building and felt my heart. The sword intent was confiscated. It never hurt Young Master Ning..."

"I saw this autumn chrysanthemum hugs fragrance in the cold wind, and it didn't control the sword aura. It didn't hurt Miss Zhao..."

"I see the four words Jiuxiao Listening Dao on the stele pavilion, which implies the true meaning of sword energy, and cannot be suppressed for a while."

"I think this plaque has four white first four characters for thousands of years, which contains the magical principles of Taoism, and it is temporarily absent."

"I see this..."

"..."

"Ten years of lonely lamp painting."

"The cold night and rain are all hazy..."

The two did not match their swords, so they started fighting against poems again.

"Prosperity like smoke will not last long." Zhao Xianger said lightly.

"The loneliness and fragrance of the copper furnace is difficult to dissolve." Ning Changjiu also took the homophony of Xiang.

"..."

In the harmonious and pleasant exchange between the two, they walked back to the palace without knowing it.

"What did you bring me here for?" Ning Changjiu walked into the city gate, just like when Ning Qinshui and Song side came on the first day.

Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "The best banquet in Zhao country, of course, is in the palace."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "Have you set an ambush?"

Zhao Xianger continued forward: "Then you are hungry."

It is possible to stop drinking or eating for a long time in the Purple Garden, but the food is the first, it is more to enjoy the beauty of the delicacies, rather than to replenish the power.

Ning Changjiu didn't want to be timid, so he walked calmly beside her.

Even for so long, none of them let go of their vigilance.

"Isn't there repaired yet?" Ning Chang looked to the direction of the ruins of the Dry Jade Palace, and found that the waste rocks there had been cleaned up and there were overgrown weeds.

Zhao Xianger said: "Because the old site of the Qianyu Palace was like this when the mother came here. Now that she is gone, the Qianyu Palace will be restored to its original state. Perhaps this is the cause of the fire in the imperial city."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and said: "Don't you want to repair it?"

Zhao Xianger smiled faintly: "I have repaired it a few times, but I can't repair it. Maybe this is what my mother meant."

Ning Changjiu looked at the weeds on the side of Qianyu Palace and said, "Does it really make sense to go back to the beginning?"

Zhao Xianger said: "I don’t know, but no matter what the mother does, she always likes to draw a circle. No matter what kind of arrangement, she must be complete in order to be satisfied, so I always doubt that I am It's not a bead in the circle of my mother."

Ning Changjiu said: "If she just uses you, would you still respect and love her?"

"Yes." Zhao Xianger said.

Ning Changjiu asked again: "What if she wants to kill you?"

"Then I have to draw my sword at her." Zhao Xianger smiled faintly. She respects her mother, but she is definitely not the foolish people who gave poisonous wine to drink, and gave Bai Ling to hang the house.

Ning Changjiu looked at the fiery maple leaves in the Qianyu Palace ruins. He couldn't help but think of the guilty king. He has forgotten the true face of the guilty prince completely, but he still remembers the way the guilty king was when he drew a circle-it is a truly impeccable perfect circle that is hard to forget at a glance. .

Could she really be Suzaku's daughter? Is that empress the lord of the kingdom of God? If this is the case, how can this little country of Zhao accommodate a plan that touches the kingdom of God?

Ning Changjiu couldn't help but think of Master, and lost consciousness for a while.

This is terribly absent.

As soon as he regained his senses, there were no streets, palaces and horns around him. As far as his eyes were, there were burning flames and giant birds flying in the flames. In front of him was a raging fire devil. Zhao Xiang'er stood in front of the temple in such a wild dance, a white dress shining like fire by the flames.

"We will eat the meal later, and let Young Master Ning meet the world first." She looked at Ning Changjiu condescendingly, smiled and stretched out her hand.

"This is the real ‘world’ authority. Welcome to the country I have created."

This is also the battleground she created.

In the voice of the words, the world cheered. Every ray of flame, every divine bird, every building crackling and burning...In this red crystal carved world, the flames soar to the sky, everything is like a sword that eats people, they point one by one. Ning Changjiu, in this scene, seemed like a towering mountain collapsed, and he happened to be standing in a deep valley surrounded by the mountain.

There is no escape from the whole world.