Beyond the Divine States Chapter 115: : The red moon is the eye

In the yard, the two fought against each other. Zhao Xianger threw a peach wood sword to him. Ning Changjiu frowned and said, "Isn't it a fist?"

Zhao Xianger asked: "Do you want to change to iron?"

Ning Changjiu had to compromise: "What swordsmanship does Your Highness plan to feed today?"

Zhao Xiang'er said: "I don't know how to use swordsmanship, so what kind of swordsmanship is there?"

Ning Changjiu said: "There is no need for sword moves, but after using the sword for a long time, everyone has their own more familiar moves. These invisible moves are also moves."

Zhao Xianger thought for a while, nodded and said: "Something makes sense."

Although she agreed with Ning Changjiu's point of view, the speed of the sword did not slow down for the first half of a minute. The peach wood sword swept across the dark frozen ground, and as her figure jumped up lightly, the tip of the sword fell from the sky towards Ning. Changjiu's chest stabbed, and Ning Changjiu returned to his sword. The tip of the wooden sword slid against the groove of the shaft of his sword, lowering Ning Changjiu's figure.

The two wooden swords pierced each other, and in the moment they wiped each other, the skirts and skirts of the two sides swirled, covering the trajectory of the wooden swords. They both pierced at a very tricky angle, and both wore white clothes. Suddenly, the shadow of the wooden sword flicked past, like a swooping sparrow, the momentary touch evoked the unique muffled noise of the wood, the two swords staggered, the blades collided, and slid forward.

It seems that they have a good heart. The two of them twisted their wrists at the same time, and the blades were twisted together. If these were two flexible iron swords full of spiritual power, they would most likely be twisted together like ramen.

Now, the two wooden swords are struck and twisted, only a small piece of broken sawdust was wiped out. When the tip of the sword reached the wrist, Ning Changjiu took the lead to let go, slapped the hilt, and directed the peach wood sword directly towards the opponent's He hit his chest, but Zhao Xiang'er didn't move. He stepped back slightly, and his other hand directly clamped the attacking sword like a flint. The sword in his hand also kept running, chasing up.

The tip of the sword drew closer to Ning Changjiu's throat. Ning Changjiu's figure was too late to retreat, and he leaned back abruptly, and at the same time stretched out her leg to kick her wrist, trying to interrupt the sword-holding hand.

Although Zhao Xianger’s long sword was swept away, the other hand that grabbed the sword directly held the sword and cut it off, hitting his calf. Ning Changjiu suffered from pain, and the instant pain in his leg bones was also difficult to be fast. Dispelled, and Zhao Xianger's wrist never escaped. She was hit by the toe of Ning Changjiu's shoe, and the sword's hand was beaten for a while, unable to continue the pursuit.

Ning Changjiu stood still, one finger accurately clamped Zhao Xianger's Jianfeng who wanted to change his move. His fingers followed the Jianfeng, and then slid down to the vicinity of the sword. The fingers clenched and locked him. Staying, and then suddenly twisted, wanting to grab the sword, Zhao Xianger sneered, flicked the other hand and said: "Return you."

The wooden sword that had been snatched flew out from the side, like a whirling blade. After a circle in the air, it stabbed at Ning Changjiu's vest. Ning Changjiu was unable to seize the sword for a short time and was forced to give up. Side, barely escaped that backstab.

With a back stab, the castration continued, and he brushed his armpit. After the blade flew over half of the blade, Ning Changjiu grabbed the hilt directly behind him and stabled forward with the unbroken sword power. .

"I learned this in one month?" Zhao Xianger faintly slapped, and suddenly raised his hand, raising the wooden sword in his hand high, staring at the direction of his sword like a torch, and slashing like a snake. under.

With a slap, the shock is transmitted along the wooden sword to the tiger’s mouth. Ning Changjiu’s spiritual power vibrates at the same time, and before the shock comes, it is offset. The sword is still in force, but it is fast or slow, and it grabs Zhao Xianger’s chest. Zhao A hint of approval flashed in Xiang'er's eyes, but the start was not light, the spiritual power poured into the wooden sword, the sleeves swung, and it directly slashed down, and then hit the sword to completely disperse the sword energy.

In mid-air, the body of the wooden sword was slashed and bent. Although Ning Changjiu did not let go, the sword energy on his arm seemed to be weighed down by a thousand catties, and it was difficult to lift it.

But Zhao Xianger refused to give up, and another sword hit his wrist with the blade of the sword. Ning Changjiu hurriedly withdrew the sword, avoiding it, and was finally hit again. The sword in his hand fell off and fell, Ning Changjiu's toe Lifting up and kicking the hilt that was about to fall to the ground violently, the wooden sword changed its direction again after receiving the force and pierced straight towards Zhao Xiang'er.

Of course, this sword couldn't hurt her. It was just Ning's long-term delay. Zhao Xianger flicked his finger and hit the tip of the sword with precision, knocking the sword to the ground again.

She flashed and forced her to reach Ning Changjiu's body. With a slap, she made a striking red mark on Ning Changjiu's palm with a wooden sword, and sarcastically said: "After a month of hard training, it's just that. Growing up?"

Ning Changjiu’s previous life was more than a little bit higher than her. Now Hu Luoping Pingyang is taught by a sixteen-year-old girl. He also has anger in his heart. He stretched out his hand to grab her sword and said, "Yes. Compete with a sword in the same realm!"

Zhao Xianger didn't feel embarrassed by the pressure, so she opened his sword grabbing hand neatly and said: "What if you can be invincible at the same level? If you encounter an opponent, how many levels can you let him suppress?"

Speaking, Zhao Xianger's long sword was forced again, shaking out countless sword intents, and surrounded the defenseless Ning Changjiu, swallowing away, forcing him to retreat constantly, the wooden sword broke open the sword shadow, Hit his palm again, Ning Changjiu shrinks his hand, squeezing tightly to dissipate the pain.

"I asked you to feed me the fist, not to make you violent!" Ning Changjiu said while avoiding Zhao Xianger's offensive with difficulty.

Zhao Xianger hit his palm again, and said: "Lu Jiajia can beat me, I can't beat it?"

After Ning Changjiu lost both hands, she staggered and escaped. Zhao Xianger's figure was like the wind, more like a close face. She stretched out her hand and blocked Ning Changjiu's chest to seal his castration with the other hand. Hit him on the back with the sword, and knocked him to the ground three times in a row. Zhao Xianger's sword qi came again and stopped firmly in front of his eyebrows.

Zhao Xianger suddenly asked: "Do you really want me to be overwhelmed?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and shook his head with a very firm expression: "No, your Highness is also reasonable. If you are against others, how can an enemy make you even halfway?"

Zhao Xiang'er whispered: "If I don't get under pressure, will I almost kill you?"

Ning Changjiu still looks serious, as if he is saying something to say: "Don't worry, I can't die."

Zhao Xianger hummed softly.

Ning Changjiu's expression turned lighter, and he smiled: "If Your Highness really dares to be in the same state, I'm afraid it will be you who fell on the ground at this moment. I can hold a grudge against me. Don't expect me to show mercy."

"Looking for death." Zhao Xianger's lips were slightly pursed, her icy and snowy side, her black hair danced wildly, her wide sleeves swung, a sword pierced out, and her arm and sword were almost in a line. On the straight Xiu back, the drooping dresses are almost in line with Xiu's neck, with unparalleled style.

Ning Changjiu condensed all his expressions, and tried to grasp the tip of the sword with his fingers.

Next, Ning Changjiu's screams sounded in the courtyard.　Ning Xiaoling, who was cleaning the house inside the door, sighed. She put the broom aside, walked behind the door, opened the door a bit, and peeked out.

She felt a bit resentful in her heart, thinking what was going on with her brother, she fought with sister Xianger without first coming back to see me after returning home. She knew that she couldn't beat her, so her mind was broken.

Just a few rounds of face-to-face encounters, after Ning's unsurprising defeat for a long time, there was almost no chance to fight back. Ning Xiaoling looked at what was happening in the small courtyard, always feeling like it was a small village. The woman chased a little white goose with a stubborn nature with a feather duster.

Ning Xiaoling shook her head as soon as this thought came up, thinking that this would really be a big white goose, maybe she would dare to be aggressive with sister Xiang'er.

Brother is really ashamed.

She curled her lips, squeezed the corners of her clothes, rubbed gently, her face was calm, not knowing what she was hesitating, after a while, she finally mustered up the courage, opened the door and walked out, loudly: "Don't fight. !"

Zhao Xianger saw her come out, stopped the sword in his hand, gave her a strange look, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "Don't bully my brother!"

Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said: "Little Junior Sister is so stiff?"

Ning Xiaoling's courage didn't know where she came from, and said: "I want to beat you and join me."

Zhao Xiang'er looked at her, her eyes narrowed slightly, and behind her, Ning Changjiu got up and patted the frozen ground sticking to her clothes, and said: "Junior Sister, what are you going to do in the first realm of immortality? This What can the small body be beaten? What's more, the brother is practicing. Are you trying to delay the brother's practice?"

Ning Xiaoling bulged and said: "Brother, I just..."

Not waiting for her to finish, Ning Changjiu had already arrived in front of her, patted her on the shoulder, and interrupted: "Junior Sister, when you reach the upper realm of Tongxian, let's fight with your sister Xianger. ."

Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened and her mouth opened, but suddenly she felt that the hand on her shoulder had increased some strength, and at the same time, she also felt Ning Changjiu's mind-it was a strange emotion.

She seemed to understand something after a slight lag.

Ning Xiaoling glared at him and said angrily: "Huh, no matter what you are, you will be beaten if you like to be beaten, and I will bury you in the snow if you are beaten to death."

After speaking, she pursed her lips in a rage, turned and ran back to the house, grabbed the broom and brushed the dust on the ground.

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On the other side of Huangquan, a wheelchair was pushed into the deep alley. The white lady in a white bone dress was sitting in the wheelchair with a snow-white fox fur on her knees.

Shubai followed her silently, without saying a word, pushing the wheelchair forward slowly.

"Do you know why I didn't do anything with Zhao Xianger?" Madam Bai asked.

Shubai shook his head: "I don't know."

In the past month, for some reason, Mrs. Bai’s body has not improved much. Not only has her realm stagnated, her legs have worsened day by day, and it has been difficult to walk today. She is in the yard. After living for a month, Shubai suddenly pushed her to walk by the river today. Shubai pushed her to the river, but met Zhao Xianger.

Shubai didn't know if it was a coincidence or Mrs. Bai had expected it. At that time, his first reaction in his heart was fear. He knew very well Sister Bai's physical condition at the moment, and knew that as long as Zhao Xianger shot, Sister Bai would almost certainly die.

But for some reason, they faced each other across the river bank for a long time, and finally left each without fighting.

He was only shocked in a cold sweat.

Ms. Bai looked complacent, pushed forward by him, she gently stroked the soft fox fur on her knees, and said: "If they kill me, will you avenge me?"

Shubai didn't speak, just lowered his head and pushed the wheelchair forward.

Wooden wheels wrapped in black leather ran across the snow, leaving a long track mark, winding headlessly in the dark night.

Mrs. Bai continued to ask: "You thought I was dead before. How did you feel when you saw me come alive?"

Shubai was silent for a while, and said truthfully: "I'm very scared."

Mrs. Bai smiled and said: "I thought you would be very happy."

Shubai tightly grasped the back of the wheelchair, the meridians protruding from the back of his hand, like a struggling little green snake, "The people in this half of the city... are all dead."

Madam Bai’s eyes evoked silky flattery, and the ink-colored long hair flowed on her body. In the pure black and white, the provoked red lips looked particularly eye-catching, and she felt the Killing intent, but turned a blind eye, smiled and said: "Then why don't you kill me?"

Shubai smiled miserably: "You know I won't kill you."

Mrs. Bai gave a hum, folded her hands on her thighs, and said: "It's better than the other side. Here, I can guarantee that the dead souls will not be eaten by the soul worms."

Shubai shook his head and said, "But they can't live on forever."

Madam Bai looked at the red moon and said: "As long as I am here, they can live like this. As long as they exist, what is the difference between being alive and dead?"

Shubai said: "What if the sun comes out one day?"

Ms. Bai said proudly: "It is daytime, but the sun can’t shine into this city. It will never shine... In the past, there was a legend that someone shot down the sun. I didn’t have a bow and arrow, but I had a moon. I can accomplish the same feat."

Shubai raised his head and looked at the red moon, without asking any more questions.

"I don't like that horse and that cow." Shubai said.

Mrs. Bai said: "They can't die yet. If one day they must die, I will let you do it."

Shubai hummed.

They pushed in the snow for a while, but when they approached the entrance of the alley, the tree white stopped.

At the end of the street corner, many dark shadows suddenly appeared.

Those black images are countless crows, and they rushed into the alley under pressure, and stopped in front of Mrs. White.

Mrs. White raised her head and looked ahead.

In the alley, dozens of corpse shadows stand in front of you. Those figures are shaking, and their dim eyes are like countless bats crowded together. Even if they are plunged into the long darkness, they can still be clearly felt. Their anger spurted out.

"Wicked girl!" Someone walked out of the crowd holding a long knife, pointed the tip of the knife at Madam Bai, and said angrily: "Wicked girl, you finally dare to come out today!"

Mrs. Bai said calmly: "I have been in that yard, but you didn't have the courage to come to me."

"Who knows what plots and tricks you have?" The man sneered: "Now we are all here, demon girl, you are desperate today. The moment you walk out of the yard today is your death date."

Mrs. Bai said: "Why do you think you can kill me?"

The head of the man stretched his hand back, and a blood-dried head was handed over. It was the head of a tall horse.

The steed’s head was smashed to the ground, and the man inserted a knife into the horse’s neck. He sneered: “A month ago, dozens of adult men were not its opponents, but today we killed it. It didn’t take much effort to cut off its neck. Your horse is dead, and the mad cow’s head will be chopped off and sent to you soon. You’ve been weakening, and your right arm has been cut off. Killing but can't stop...We endured the humiliation and finally waited until today!"

Shubai stared at the head of the dead horse face and frowned.

At this moment, in the deep alley, the voice of the man with the long knife in his hand has roared: "We have said long ago that I will not let you off when I am a ghost! Today, you demon will definitely die! "

The shout of anger shook the snow on the wall countlessly, and the anger of the ghosts behind him was also aroused with his words. They were all dead souls in this city who died directly or indirectly under the claws of Mrs. Bones. I watched my loved ones die one by one, from a living person to a half-human and half-ghost, and then corroded into a real one, never seeing the shadow of the sun.

They originally had a great fear of Mrs. White, but finally, after killing Ma Mian today, a **** feeling filled their chests.

They gave birth to the confidence to kill Mrs. Bai, and on this day, Mrs. Bai also happened to leave the courtyard and came to the bank of the Yellow Spring.

Like the other side, they also watched from a distance, waiting nervously for the outcome of this battle.

It's just that nothing happened in the end.

They don’t know why, but looking at the wheelchair and the fox fur, looking at the pale and weak cheeks of the glamorous woman in it, they can no longer suppress them. Groups of people gathered together. The end of the road awaits.

At the moment when the killing sound shook the sky, Shubai panicked for a while. He knew that even if Mrs. Bai was weak, killing these people should be easy.

In a brief astonishment, the man who raised the long knife slashed in front of him and slashed it down.

Mrs. White did not resist any resistance. The knife fell on her. Although she did not split her, it smashed a piece of white bone and scale armor. The cracking sound was quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and they all rushed over. , Rushed towards Madam Bai's body, and those who had weapons took the weapons and chopped them on her body, and those who had no weapons smashed them down with their hands and feet.

The woman sitting in the wheelchair is like a white rock in a black torrent, pushed back by the crowd, sometimes submerged and sometimes revealing a corner of color.

The tree stood there, and was soon pushed to the ground. He was completely panicked, and watched the people drown Mrs. Bai, and the sword and axe fell, although it could not cause any major wounds. But there were thin bloodstains on her body, and her bone skirt was smashed to pieces, revealing a little bit of the body that was behind it.

Shubai's heart seemed to be picked up by an eagle's claw, he stood up, rushed over, and roared: "Don't fight...Don't fight! You will die if you kill her!"

But his voice cannot be heard amidst the noise of the crowd.

Similarly, no one cares about his life or death at this moment.

Mrs. Bai sat quietly, without any resistance, like a real reef, withstands the wind and rain, cuts with a knife and axe, and then the blood on her body is getting more and more, and the red is over the sky. The moon, the blood flowing through her plump and white body, like a flower stream rushing through the white snow gully, and then countless of the same red camellia blooming in the white snow, dyeing everything bright red and coquettish.

Shubai gasped loudly. He wanted to save her against the flow of people, but the corpse had been cast into a copper wall and iron wall. He fell to the ground, his body was trampled on many times, and his fingers suddenly touched When there is something sticky, it is blood.

More and more blood is flowing out, to the ground, to the side of his fingers, and into the gaps between the fingers.

Mrs. Bai is now suffering from a thousand swords, but her complexion has not changed a bit, as if the injuries all over her body have nothing to do with her.

In the corpse shadow, Bai Shu suddenly felt that some power was pouring into his body, he stood up in a daze, and shouted at Mrs. Bai: "Why don't you fight back? Why don't you fight back!"

Ms. Bai was indifferent. Her fox fur was dyed red long ago, and the wounds on her body were getting more and more deep, and there were few bones visible.

Shubai looked at her and suddenly understood, he said in a foolish tone: "Why don't you resist... You don't resist... Are you forcing me to kill?"

"You are forcing me to kill..."

He smiled miserably, his words were extremely light, like a piece of snow that couldn't fall to the ground for a long time, and his body was quickly knocked to the ground by people, just as no one cares about Can Xue.

Ms. Bai heard his words, her red lips curled up, she overturned the paper-like body of red ink, bearing all this silently.

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When they walked out of the alley again, Mrs. Bai's mouth was still cocked, and Shu Bai was completely silent. He pushed the wheelchair and walked forward desperately, quiet behind him.

I don't know how long it took before Shubai said softly, "You hired these people, right?"

Mrs. Bai did not intend to conceal anything, and said: "I let Bull Head lie to them."

Shubai asked again: "You just want to force me to kill?"

Mrs. White nodded and said: "How does it feel to kill?"

Shubai stopped, shook his body a few times, and sat down on his knees. The whites of his eyes were full of dense bloodshot eyes, which was terrifying.

Mrs. Bai did not pity him at all, she just looked at the moon in the sky faintly, and gently raised her hand, as if to hold the moon in her hand, she smiled and said: "Yan Luo is dead, Bai Wuchang I'm dead too, huh, one hundred and fifty punches are not enough to add another fifty? Don't die? The young couple are in a tacit understanding, but if I don't understand a few nonsense, I don't understand? , What's the use of sneaking up to such a level? If I want the world to fall, can you...stop it?"

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(The defense is complete! I will rationalize my ideas tomorrow, and I will start to pay the debts next time!)