Beyond the Divine States Chapter 398: : Qianfeng Sword Controversy
Thousands of peaks are towering high, and the misty shadows floating above the cold pool of spiritual energy, the snow-white sword light is still like a small person, constantly beating in it, the light and shadow are beautiful.
The golden arrow is on the bowstring.
The bowstring is gradually tightened, and the bow arm is bent under force, and the strength is stored in it.
The arrow pointed at the figure of Mr. Hanwu Jiange II.
There is no special reason for the delay, but the time has not arrived.
He waited quietly, waiting for what he thought was the perfect opportunity.
The two are extremely far apart, and there are thousands of peaks as the screen. Liu Junzhuo did not feel the murder in the dark. She seemed to bathe but she was quenching her body. The surrounding cold pool water was boiled by her sword intent, and a lot of Bai Qi, the drops of water on her cheek rolled down, like an orchid with condensed dewdrops.
Time passed by little by little.
The sound of water sounded quietly.
Thousands of sword light was collected in Liu Junzhuo's body, the mist was cut away by the sword light, and then it became distinct. The exquisite and delicate back was filled with sky light and glowed with a faint jade color.
At the same moment, Ning Changjiu's fingers that hooked the bowstring loosened, and the golden light that was like molten iron shot out at this moment, turning into a line that was hard to see with the naked eye, passing straight across the peaks and shooting towards Liu Junzhuo's back.
Liu Junzhuo stood by the pool water, her dress flew up in an uproar, and landed on her body. Her calm eyes suddenly opened. She turned her head, her pupils shrank suddenly, and countless sword lights were refracted from them. Came out.
In an instant, the pool water turned into an iron-blue bowl. The next moment, the tension on the surface of the spiritual energy was instantly torn apart. The lake of spiritual energy evaporated in a breath, and the golden light of the sky enveloped the valley and the surrounding cliffs. The wall was rolled over by golden light, it was difficult to bear the force, and it collapsed one after another.
This is a shocking arrow, almost twice as fast as the golden arrow a few months ago.
In the golden light, the sword domain was shattered, and Liu Junzhuo seemed to be unable to avoid the arrow. His figure was smashed and flew out and crashed into the huge rock peak.
The mountain peaks slowly collapsed like a palace that had been cut diagonally across.
Ning Changjiu's second arrow is also on the string.
But the light is too strong, even if it is the Eye of the Moon, it has not been able to capture Liu Junzhuo's figure in the fastest time.
He entered the Tao with the spirit of the Acacia sect, and his spirit soared. The power of the purpose of Lunar also came to a high place like a kite, and he looked down at a glance. The figure of Mr. Jiange II embedded in the chaos in the mountain was locked by the Eye of Lunar. .
The second arrow is shot.
The golden arrow flew at high speed, smashing into the mountain with a huge force, and a huge peak collapsed. The arrow was not exhausted, and it slammed into Liu Junzhuo and crashed into the next mountain.
The smoke and dust billowed in the high mountain rift valley, like a mud dragon rushing.
These are the two arrows of peak power.
Ning Changjiu stared at the billowing dust, he held his breath, and he was not sure how much damage the two arrows caused.
A pair of eyes lit up in the dust.
It was a pair of women's clear sword eyes, the beam of the sword eyes cut through the smoke and dust, with endless anger.
Next, countless white spots of light lit up from the dust, like a starry sky opened up in the chaos--every star is a sword.
White light rolls back, ten thousand swords break through the sky!
The heavy dust was torn to pieces by Jian Qi.
The sound of a thunderstorm sounded from the depths of the rock, and a figure pulled out from it and landed on another mountain that was still intact—it was Liu Junzhuo.
Liu Junzhuo stands lightly on tiptoes, standing on top of a lone rock on the mountain.
Her white clothes are stained with blood, her black dress is broken, she has a lock of lacquer black hair between her teeth, and her beautiful eyebrows are endlessly sharp.
Her clothes on her back are damaged, blood is like a flower, and her butterfly bones are half exposed, beautiful and beautiful.
Liu Junzhuo coughed lightly, tied the belt tightly around his waist, and then wiped the red blood from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.
The same thing has happened for the second time.
At the beginning, Tianhu Peak was a lonely mountain. She was bathed in river water and was struck by a surprise arrow. Now she is cleaned in the Lingtan, and she is stabbed back by a golden arrow. This time, she will be even more embarrassed.
Some broken skirt corners were blown away by the wind.
Liu Junzhuo's red lips loosened, and her hair fluttered in the wind.
Don't wait for her to adjust her breath, another golden light sweeping through the world presses on her head.
At this moment, she was ready. The realm of the five peaks was mobilized in an instant, and the clear voices of tens of thousands of sword blades unsheathed at once. After Liu Junzhuo's flying ink hair, it was like a big wave bursting and a huge boat lined up.
Liu Junzhuo's left hand and pointed diagonally in front of her, making a command to cast a spell, her right hand for the palm of her back and close to her waist, she stood upright, with a vast sword intent and hit the golden arrow directly.
The top of the mountain peak was flattened in an instant, and after the forest fell down, it was difficult to bear the huge force and was destroyed by a large area.
Liu Junzhuo pointed out, using this as a sword, to accurately spot the most murderous point in the vast light.
The golden arrow was caught by her hand, and she had time to smash it with the sword energy in the future, and another arrow fell from the sky. Liu Junzhuo's suspended figure stood still for an instant, and then was shot again by the golden arrow. The ground pressed down and fell towards the ground.
Ning Changjiu shoots four arrows in a row, which consumes a lot of money. He is confident that he will defeat Liu Junzhuo by shooting nine arrows in one go.
But he did not continue to bend the bow.
Because the sword boat that Liu Junzhuo pushed out with one hand also slammed into the top of the mountain where he was.
The eye of the lunar yin was retracted, and the spirit fell from a height and returned to the sea of consciousness.
Before Kyoho was pretended to be destroyed, his figure disappeared into the depths of the cave.
At the same time, Liu Junzhuo's figure was once again pulled up from the dry pool. Her high-ponytail hairband was cracked, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her cherry lips faded, and her black and white face looked more like a thin cream. .
She was gasping for breath, and the pressure of this golden arrow still made her heart palpitations after months.
In the duel of peerless masters, these four arrows were enough to make her fall, and then she was sentenced to inevitable failure.
But fortunately, the central aura of the Southern Wilderness is too abundant, and the huge amount of aura she had previously consumed was quickly replenished, but the injuries of her body can't be fully recovered after changing her mind.
Liu Jun Zhuoqing screamed, the broken sword intent all over her condensed again, and she was about to find the culprit of the dark arrow. She raised her head, but her pupils condensed slightly.
On the top of a messy mountain, there was a shadow of white clothes standing impressively.
The young man stands on a high place with a sword in his hand, like a road and a fairy, and his white clothes are not stained with dust.
The two looked at each other.
Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared again.
On the top of Liu Junzhuo's head, the snow-white light condenses into sharp edges and falls through the air.
White light cuts down.
Liu Junzhuo has five fingers, and the long wind converges into a sword in his hand.
This is very similar to the method used by Si Ming and the Golden Wing Roc in the first battle.
The white blade touched the wind sword, and countless iron fires spattered under the friction of the great force. The fire light from the sky illuminates their cheeks. After the two swords touched, they bounced, and then, the sword was endlessly lingering. The shadows collided, and the sound of broken iron kept ringing.
This is the first time they have faced swords head-on.
Although Liu Junzhuo's realm is much higher than Ning's for a long time, the four golden arrows firmly suppressed her aura, and now the smoke has dispersed, and the appearance of the white dress has just rightly grasped her mind. She was restrained step by step. At this moment, the other party used the sword to suppress her. As one of the purest sword repairers in the whole world, she fell into a disadvantage for a while.
Blades staggered in the sky, cutting the clouds and the sky. The sword aura that the two collided was like two twisted iron rope whips. The whip swept through everything. As the two swept among the thousand peaks, they broke through the rock ridge all the way. The peaks, Xuanwu swept, and smashed everything.
And this unimaginable aura of Nanhuang is their true sword.
This is a steady stream of swords.
Ning Changjiu and Liu Junzhuo are like two whirlpools, and the massive aura around them is pulled up by the invisible hands and absorbed into their open sea of anger.
The swordsmen are fighting against each other, and the momentum is especially important.
Ning Changjiu won the momentum at the beginning, and he almost pressed Liu Junzhuo to attack along the way, suppressing her originally wide-open sword strokes in a small area.
The two exchanged moves.
The sword sounded like a roar from time to time, and sometimes like a groan. Finally, when Liu Junzhuo tried to break the sword with the flying sword, Ning Changjiu's body showed no sign of light, and Shura's body was broken and it was as huge as a mountain. The fist hit Liu Junzhuo's wind sword.
Chang Feng tore, Ning Changjiu hit Liu Junzhuo's chest with a punch, and slammed her diagonally down the flat cliff wall.
The loud noise sounded again, and the cliffs instantly shattered.
In the crack, the sword light burst again, cutting off the rubble, Liu Junzhuo graceful figure emerged from it, her slender legs stepped on the rock wall, the sleeves of her right hand were broken, but she still held the wind sword tightly and opened her left hand. , The fingers pressed against the cliff wall, and under the seemingly weak jade fingers, the hard cliff stones were all crushed into powder.
She lowered her head, her expression gloomy.
Ning Changjiu changed his breath briefly. Although his realm cannot be theorized in a normal way, there is still a hard gap with Liu Junzhuo. To smooth this gap, he must directly inflict her on her in a short period of time.
The Golden Crow flew out as he breathed out, and he held the extremely heavy divine bow in his hand in a blink of an eye.
Ning Changjiu pulled Qianjun's bowstring.
Liu Jun Zhuo's head lifted instantly.
She was hurt, but the anger in her heart temporarily calmed all emotions.
Her madness was flying wildly, her left hand squeezed and twisted, not to mention the rock underneath, the whole mountain was torn to pieces as easily as she was tearing paper.
When Ning Changjiu was shooting an arrow, Liu Junzhuo flicked his left arm. Between the broken sleeves, the jade-white lotus arm was like the head of a group of dragons. The broken mountain followed her arm and turned into a giant rock dragon.
It seems that the ancient myth has been renewed, and the rock dragon broke out of the ground, like a giant python circling, surrounding Liu Junzhuo with the epee, and the low sound, I don't know if it is the dragon's chant or the sword's sound.
The golden arrow shot out loudly.
Ning Changjiu's figure receded slightly.
Following the half-retreat of this body, he took advantage of the situation and condensed two more snow-white auras in his palm.
The golden arrow slammed into the rock dragon, and the woman with the sword and the young man also rushed towards each other, starting a second fight.
If Liu Junzhuo is a dragon, Na Ning Changjiu is the one who controls the sword and slashes the dragon.
Neither of them cared about the spiritual energy, and acted unscrupulously. Within three breaths, three thousand swords brightened the sky that was already daylight.
The golden arrow is bleak, the rock dragon is shattered, and the rocks are like 100,000 dead crows, falling from a high altitude like a torrential rain.
Ning Changjiu and Liu Junzhuo stepped on the broken rock and fought without stopping for a moment.
On the level of pure strength, Liu Junzhuo still lost half of Shura. The body guard and sword intent that was originally condensed by Ning Changjiu was hit with brute force and turned into inextricably threaded silk. Ning Changjiu held the enactment. The famous sword of Jian Tianzong smashed down in the middle, and with a loud noise, Liu Junzhuo's body guard sword qi was completely cut away.
This woman in the sword pavilion now second only to the sword sage, was once again forced to retreat with a sword by a junior.
Liu Junzhuo slipped, using the sword domain to protect his body, he could stop after knocking down a large area of woods.
The two faced each other thousands of steps away.
Liu Junzhuo's disheveled half-length injury is a description of embarrassment. But Ning Changjiu didn't suffer any obvious injuries except for his pale face.
But he did not continue pursuing.
Because of his side, thirty-six invisible sword auras rose up, forming a cage, which framed him.
Liu Junzhuo has repaired his sword for more than three hundred years, even in the face of adversity, trying to fight back.
"Why are you here?" Liu Junzhuo wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and his voice was muted.
Ning Changjiu said: "I didn't expect you to be here."
Liu Junzhuo straightened her back again. She stared at Ning Changjiu and asked, "You have been staring at me?"
"Yes." Ning Changjiu said bluntly.
"How long have you stared?"
"Three days."
As soon as he thought of what he had done in the past three days, Liu Junzhuo was ashamed and his eyes sharpened: "You are looking for death! Are you still doing such a nasty act in such a realm?"
Ning Changjiu's pupils are like swords, "When you compared the sword to your marriage, wasn't it also hypocrisy to suppress the realm, but you actually bullied others?"
He stared at Liu Junzhuo coldly, and continued: "What's more, why is there a sneak attack in this world? I'm dark, and you can't see that I'm dark, it's your incompetence."
Liu Junzhuo took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, and the sword intent like a dragon reunited.
"Master is right. People like you really shouldn’t stay in the world. I wanted to look at Xiwan’s face and save you, but now it seems that you’re going to get rid of such disasters as soon as possible. Good." Liu Junzhuo's breath stabilized, she gently shook her head, and said: "How does Lu Jiajia like someone like you?"
Ning Changjiu said lightly: "Do you want to know?"
Liu Junzhuo narrowed his eyes and did not answer.
Ning Changjiu looked at the sword domain surrounding him, and said: "You kneel down and worship me as a teacher, and you will understand naturally."
These words came to my ears, Liu Junzhuo finally suppressed his anger again, "Today Qianfeng is a mound, and it is your place to bury your bones!"
Ning Changjiu faintly said: "I just give you a chance to cast aside the dark and cast the light."
"Looking at it!" Liu Junzhuo responded coldly.
The sky and the earth went dark, as if thunder and lightning would go down through the clouds at any time.
This is Liu Junzhuo's technique of sun and moon in the pot.
The sword-qi cage that trapped Ning Changjiu also tightened at this moment.
Liu Junzhuo's figure also resembles a sharp arrow shot from a tight bow, only rushing away for a long time.
The sun and the moon in the pot are a means between the enchantment and the kingdom of God.
This is a pure and powerful cage.
There is darkness all around, only a cave-like white day hanging above the ceiling.
Liu Junzhuo is like the monarch here.
Ning Changjiu feels a little regretful. If it weren't for the strong aura, he could have defeated Liu Junzhuo. How could she let her adjust her breath and launch a counterattack again.
But again, his heartbeat speeds up.
In a sense, this should be his first truly even battle in so many years.
When Liu Junzhuo pounced, the sword light illuminates his white clothes, and the blood in his body also boils.
The golden figure of Shura is like a lion hidden in the body. He was still a little restrained before. At this moment, he has released all the suppression of his body. The golden light flow is like a raging river surge, making the surrounding sword air yoke full. It's a crack.
Liu Junzhuo knew that his sword lock could not trap him.
But she doesn't care.
As the sword struck away, the sun and moon in the pot turned upside down, and she appeared behind Ning Changjiu without warning.
A sword stabbed him in the heart.
But these weird changes can't fool Ning Changjiu's Lunar Eye.
He took his own picture, and Shuiyue activated in the mirror, causing the sword to pierce the air. Liu Junzhuo was slightly startled, trying to draw the sword, but Ning Changjiu grabbed her by the wrist.
The majestic power of Shura's golden body poured into his body.
Ning Changjiu grabbed Liu Junzhuo's hand and turned in a whirlwind.
Liu Junzhuo was so dancing that he couldn't mobilize his aura for a while.
"Cut!" Liu Junzhuo shouted in a deep voice.
Ning Changjiu was wary and let go.
Liu Junzhuo was thrown out, while maintaining his balance, he swiped his fingers down.
Cut cut.
Only when these two words fell, one arm of Ning Changjiu's Asura golden body was chopped off.
"Authority?" Ning Changjiu immediately realized that this was the authority Liu Junzhuo had hidden for a long time.
She is a born sword bearer, she was born to cut everything!
Liu Junzhuo stroked his finger again.
Ning Changjiu calmed down immediately. He felt the flow of authority in the air and greeted him with an iron sword.
The iron sword split into two pieces.
Liu Junzhuo was half of blood, waving his fingers to cut. At this moment, she seems to be Shura who has been replaced by a fake.
Liu Junzhuo cut three times in a row, directly beheading Ning Changjiu's body guard's Shura golden body.
In the sun and moon in the pot, under the dark curtain, Ning Changjiu floated alone in a white robe.
But Liu Junzhuo's limit was only three consecutive cuts.
Her cold, arrogant and beautiful cheeks also turned into frost and snow.
"The sky collapsed by the sun, the earth collapsed by the moon..."
Liu Junzhuo groaned.
In this world, the meaning of killing is surging, and the whole world will strangle Ning Changjiu in desperation.
Ning Changjiu gently shook his head.
He called out the Golden Crow.
In the Golden Crow, there is a bigger kingdom of God.
It has grown up and swallowed this pot of sun and moon into its belly.
How can Liu Junzhuo let him succeed.
At this moment, Ning has not had the body of Shura for a long time. As long as she suppresses it with a pure state, it is very likely that she will beat him.
Liu Junzhuo bullied himself on.
She slowed down suddenly.
Time authority!
Ning Changjiu also hid authority, waiting for the right time to be the winner.
Liu Junzhuo's pupils shrank suddenly.
Although the opponent's time authority was not complete or strong enough, she was so trapped that she couldn't move for a while, so the movement that should have been fluent and flowing slowed down, and once it slowed down, it would be full of flaws.
Ning Changjiu abandoned Broken Sword and directly sank and ran into her body with an elbow.
Liu Junzhuo snorted, his body was instantly locked by the opponent, and he smashed into the ground under pressure.
The Sun and Moon in the pot collapsed under the great force of the Golden Crow and both sides.
At this moment, if Ning Changjiu pushes the opponent into the Golden Crow, it is almost a decisive victory. But at the moment the well of the fetal spirit of the Golden Crow Kingdom was first formed, he did not dare to let any foreign matter enter it and cause accidents.
Pong!
There was another earth-shattering noise.
The giant mountain shook.
A huge depression appeared on the ground in the center of the peaks.
Ning Changjiu locked Liu Junzhuo's body and pressed her into it, the authority of time suppressed her limbs, but Liu Junzhuo's body, the abundant sword intent struggled voluntarily, like a needle.
He seems to be pressing down a graceful woman's body, but in fact it is tantamount to pressing his hands on a wooden board full of nails.
Ning Changjiu gritted his teeth and resisted the severe pain, then he condensed a white blade at random, and cut it down at Liu Junzhuo.
The White Blade couldn't break through Liu Junzhuo's sword body, but was smashed by Liu Junzhuo's body guard sword intent.
The second Mr. Jiange is struggling in the cage of time, her eyes are getting brighter and brighter, as if she is about to burst out of sword energy at any time.
Ning Changjiu made a surprise attack and sent four arrows in a row to severely damage him, but until this moment, the outcome is still unknown.
Mr. Liu Er's sword intent is tenacious, beyond his initial expectations.
And Liu Junzhuo never thought that she had met on the top list most half a year ago, and now she was a genius boy who had disapproved of her, now she can be severely suppressed.
Most of half a year ago, he defeated his disciple. Now that he is a master and a senior sister, is he going to be defeated?
Although the opponent is a shameless sneak attack, it is not moral to win or lose!
Liu Junzhuo let out a low growl and finally broke through the cage. When she raised her head, Ning Changjiu's fist happened to fall, hitting her forehead, and slamming her head back between the mud and rocks.
Ning Changjiu was too lazy to think, directly instilling spiritual energy between his fists and feet, and blasted Liu Junzhuo up.
Liu Junzhuo's sword aura was as majestic as the sea, and he was a tide hitter by the sea.
In the valley of Kyoho, the two fought close together in the mud.
Their fighting methods are extremely competitive, but the spiritual power they throw with each punch is enough to break through the mountains and seas.
Centering on the two of them, a large and magnificent exploded exploded, wherever they were affected, everything was wiped out. They didn’t have a sword in their hands, but their fists and fists, palms and palms kept facing each other. In the collision, there were still thousands of sword lights shining between the hands and feet, shattered in the impact, and exploded into the shattered snow light.
If the thousand peaks are a lake, there are countless boulders smashing into the center of the lake now, triggering a mighty white tide tornado.
The aura that had previously evaporated sank again and turned into rain.
The heavy rain fell.
Ning Changjiu and Liu Junzhuo walked through the heavy rain. Neither of them had spent a lot of energy and protected against the rain. Their clothes were soaked in rain and looked very embarrassed.
Ning Changjiu's white clothes were torn, revealing a strong chest, his arms were also torn, revealing blood, and bones were visible at the tips of his fists.
Liu Junzhuo's condition is worse than that of him. Her clothes are also torn and hung on her body, and the clothes are even more bloody. She dragged the scarred skirt and body, but her slightly loose eyes remained firm.
The two stopped before a huge mountain.
"You are very strong." Liu Junzhuo coughed up blood, and said truthfully: "I have been practicing the Tao for three hundred years, but I almost lost to you... I was really hit."
Ning Changjiu said: "This is because of the destiny in the body, so this also just shows how ridiculous Ke Wenzhou's rebellion is."
"No! You are just stealing the luck of heaven." Liu Jun said coldly.
Ning Changjiu seriously said: "You were deceived by the Sword Saint."
Of course Liu Junzhuo will not be persuaded.
"There is no one else today. You still can't beat me at this step. It means that the destiny is with me." Liu Junzhuo tried to straighten her waist. She looked at Ning Changjiu, her eyes burning.
Ning Changjiu frowned and asked: "Why do you think you can beat me?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "Your methods have been exhausted, but I still hid a sword."
Ning Changjiu's eyes narrowed, and to his surprise, there was no corresponding warning in his heart.
"Is this a bet again?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Liu Jun said leisurely: "Whatever you think is good, in short...the unlucky gambler can't always lose."
Speaking, she pressed her eyebrows.
Hidden her best sword in her eyebrows.
That was the sword Liu Xiwan gave her.
This is also her real means of winning.
The Divine Sword is about to kill for the first time. If the heaven and the earth react, the rainstorm of spiritual energy will stop, the clouds in the sky will disappear, and the peaks will be silent like a tomb.
This is the most proud sword of her life so far.
The silver sword stabbed at Ning Changjiu.
The next scene made Liu Junzhuo so surprised that he couldn't speak.
The silver sword stopped in front of Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, if the sword was inspiring, it danced around in his arms, as if it was a sword he had cultivated for a hundred years.
Ning Changjiu never expected such a thing to happen.
He laughed dumbly, looked at Liu Junzhuo, and laughed softly: "Ms. Liu gave a sword for thousands of miles, she has deep love and righteousness, so Ningmou really doesn't want to pay for it..."