Beyond the Divine States Chapter 137: : The sword behind it

Neifeng's sword test meeting is also coming to an end.

Le Rou knew that she had no hope of winning the championship. In order not to be ashamed of competing with Ning Xiaoling, she pretended to miss in the early round of sword trials and lost the game.

She recalled the ambition of beating Ning Xiaoling two months ago. She held her face and sighed frustratedly.

At first, the voice of doubts about Ning Xiaoling became lighter and softer. At the end, there was no one to speak in the court, just silently watching the seemingly cute and lovely girl defeat her opponent with resolute means, and then Bow politely and collect the sword.

At first, she was willing to make more moves with others, waiting for her master to find her brother, but Lu Jia's delayed marriage made her worry more and more serious. She has no interest in Bijian anymore. I just want to end it soon, and then go to find the brother.

So her sword also seemed a little merciless.

In that thunderous sword move, most of the disciples were defeated without being able to perform three moves at all, and the fact that Ning Xiaoling only came to Jianfeng to practice for four months kept hitting them. They could only use Ning Xiaoling comforted herself in exchange for the chance to nearly die in Linhe City.

Wealth and wealth are in danger, but immortal cultivators should hesitate their lives. Most people who are expected to go to immortals are not willing to take risks that threaten life and death.

The final battle is still Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran.

Xu Weiran saw Ning Xiaoling’s previous swords. He weighed himself up and felt frustrated. He knew that he was not Ning Xiaoling’s opponent. Although he was proud of defeating her once before, how did he feel? Can you be willing?

Why can this silly little girl stand in such a high position in such a short period of time?

Xu Weiran aroused nameless anger. He looked at the sword made of silver on the high platform. He remembered that the master left to look for the insignificant outer disciple, and remembered everything that Ning Xiaoling had just made. Sword, the final line of sight condensed, he looked at the girl's cold and childish face.

He looked in a trance, as if he saw the shadow of the master in her.

But how old is she? Why is there such a haughty temperament?

Xu Weiran is usually gentle and strong among the disciples, but he is not arrogant or impetuous. He is respected by everyone and is almost recognized as the first person under Nan Cheng.

But after all, it was the affinity when he was in a high position. His inner arrogance and eagerness were finally stimulated today.

He held the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that his sword could cut everything extremely fast and fast today.

He thought about it, knowing that this was a sign of breaking the realm.

As soon as Ya Zhu made a sound, Xu Weiran's figure moved eagerly.

He stepped forward with a sword in his hand, leaping dexterously, and tracing a wonderful arc of his body that couldn't pick out any flaws, dragging out an afterimage. Then he bent his arm, and the long sword came back to his face, reflecting his cold face, the two of the same color.

The disciples present were also shocked by his aura. Xu Weiran, who had never been like this before, was shocked even at Le and Yunze, who had an excellent relationship with him.

Only a moment of gaining momentum in the air, under the rolled up sleeves, Xu Weiran's arm muscles tightened like silk. At that moment, it was like a poisonous snake that has been dormant in the wild grass for a long time, and it appeared like lightning at a wonderful opportunity. Its fangs.

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes the moment he jumped up.

She didn't think about how to win, but about what would he do if the brother standing here at this moment?

Xu Weiran has no time to activate the sword lock. If Ning Xiaoling wants to hide this sword, she can do it without too much effort.

If Xu Weiran's sword burning by the fire of hatred fails, there is absolutely no possibility that he will stab such a sharp sword for the second time.

But Ning Xiaoling did not hide, she chose to fight Xu Weiran.

She was already taken advantage of by the opponent. At this time, it was too late to store the sword. Forcibly fighting the sword would only increase the possibility of her losing.

But she doesn't care about winning or losing.

The bright light in the sky fell on her back, shining her white skin was about to melt, but soon, this snow-like color was robbed of its luster, and a cold white light shined out of thin air. It started, like a chain of silver melting between the two people.

"Sword cable?" Yazhu gave a soft hey. The sword cable, like the sword lock, is the way to fix the figure of others.

The long lock is like a snake, sliding past Ning Xiaoling's eyes. Her face is also very cold at the moment, and when she reflects the light of the sword, it looks like two lonely icy edges on the eaves of the winter in the twelfth lunar month.

The moment the sword cable glided past, Xu Weiran's long-supplied sword power had reached its peak.

The two collided, and the sword energy collided like two opposing waterfalls.

Yazhu's expression condensed, ready to take action at any time.

The sword lights of the two collided and melted, swelling into a huge sphere, swallowing the figures of the two people in, and then the light ball shattered, and the sword light shattered into countless pieces, like scattered goose feathers, Floating leisurely on the top of the peak.

The peak is high and the wind is cold, and the afternoon sun is also unspeakably cold.

When the sword light dissipated, Ning Xiaoling's eyebrows were very clear, Xu Weiran stood quietly in front of her, unable to see any injuries.

Ning Xiaoling said a promise, and then Xu Weiran knelt down on one knee, clutching his chest, and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The commanders rushed up to treat Xu Weiran's injuries.

Xu Weiran's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and most of the sharpness in his heart had been worn away. When he spoke again, there was only a faint unwillingness in his words: "Why on earth are you...why?"

Ning Xiaoling said an unexpected answer:

"I am the brother's sister."

After she said this, she seemed to have lost her soul. There was no joy on her face. Instead, she cried with her face in her arms. Her pride seemed to be just a botched disguise, and it faded away at this moment. , Revealing that soft heart.

Then the surroundings became quieter and quieter, no one came to persuade her, and did not come to comfort her, just quiet.

Ning Xiaoling felt something was wrong with this quiet.

She suddenly felt a hand patted her back.

She leaped like a frightened rabbit, and Ning Changjiu's fuzzy white clothes were reflected in her tearful eyes.

She felt that she was dreaming, her lips lightly opened, and said: "Master...Brother?"

Ning Changjiu hummed.

Ning Xiaoling was relieved, threw into his arms in everyone's eyes, and started crying.

Ning Changjiu didn’t understand. He originally thought that she had missed Junior Sister’s sword test. She should blame himself for a few words, but at this moment he couldn’t tell whether Ning Xiaoling was happy or sad. He just thought she seemed to have grown up. some.

Ning Changjiu saw the last sword and was very pleased. He patted Ning Xiaoling on the back like coaxing a child to sleep, and gave her a few words of praise, but Ning Xiaoling broke away again. In his arms, wiping unclean tears, quickly said:

"That's right! Where did you go, brother? Master is still looking for you, go find her, don't worry about her!"

Ning Changji didn't understand what he had to find for a long time, but found the atmosphere a little strange.

He responded: "Okay."

The two left soon, and the silver saber, which symbolized honor, remained behind them, like a leaf that Qiu Shuang had beaten.

Until then, several teachers and sharp-eyed disciples discovered that the wooden sign of the outside disciple on Na Ning Changjiu's waist had gone, and it had been replaced with a jade sign that can only be possessed by the inner peak disciple.

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Lu Jia’s marrying back is tied with a rope, and her waist is like an evil silver blade. Her slender waist is tightened at once. When Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran’s last battle with the sword ended, she had already signed the peak. The document of the main meditation slipped little by little along the stone wall into the peak and valley.

The peaks and valleys are too deep. With her long-lived sword, she can't climb to such a height in such a deep canyon, so she can only use ropes.

Lu Jiajia's Qingmei's back slid into the darkness, the billowing black mist dragged her eyes down, and she melted into the pitch-black water like snow.

After a long time, the hidden peak gradually calmed down.

"None of you speaks, then I will cut it down." An elder in a gray robe stood up.

He is short, with a tuft of red hair, he has not spoken before, and no one notices him when he is hidden in the crowd.

"What are you talking about?!" Someone immediately asked with a cold voice.

The gray-robed elder was a little camel on his back, but he had a kind of grandmaster demeanor behind his hands. He glanced at the man lightly, and sneered: "What kind of pretense? I urged Lu Jiajia to write a remit document before, but now he comes again. Pretending to be a good person, why? Don’t you want to be the first bird?"

The rest of the elders in Hidden Peak have different expressions.

Someone looked at the gray-robed old man and said: "The document is very clear. After the death of the peak master, Master Yan Zhou will take over as the peak master. When will it be your turn?"

The gray-robed old man said: "We know in our hearts that Yan Zhou is also dying. After Yan Zhou is dead, how can the position of the peak master be left empty for no reason?"

"I just don't understand. The peak master is good to his disciple. Why is it that you want you to get her to death?"

"What's the crime? Of course!" The gray-robed old man said, "What did the sect master say before he left? Said that under the dragon pillar is a forbidden area that can't be entered in any way, even if she, as the peak master, trespasses without authorization. It is a sin to enter!"

"Then why didn't you talk about it?"

"Didn't you also say nothing?"

The gray-robed old man faintly said, "Since we are pregnant with ghosts, don't pretend to be upright. It's because this girl didn't worship a good master. Back then, her master owed us too much, so let her pay it back. ."

The entanglement of the previous generation's grievances was put on the table again, and many people were silent, and they acquiesced to end those grievances at that time.

But someone still stood up. The man was dressed in Tsing Yi and looked like a young counselor, with a slight whiteness on his face. He stopped in front of the peak stone with the iron rope and said: "I Disagree."

The gray-robed old man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said: "You are the only person who makes friends with that old thing. I didn't understand at the beginning. Your kindness has been reported, and Feng Feng has been protecting for so many years. Why don't you want to Back to Shouxiao Peak? Your perseverance in your bones will hurt you sooner or later."

The man in Tsing Yi sighed and said: "The kindness of the old peak master is hard to end in a lifetime... Besides, Lu married to save people. As the veterans of the peak, we should guard her back." /

The gray-robed old man sneered: "She deserves you to do this? We are so different, but she still walks down the mountain arbitrarily, and she is born exquisitely, but her mind is blocked by the six holes. What qualifications is there to be a peak owner?"

"She is still young." The Tsing Yi man sighed.

The gray-robed old man nodded gently: "She is indeed young, but I don't want to wait anymore. If she is in the Purple Garden, I won't have any thoughts today, but what can I rely on for a long life? Right? Now, you said that you want to guard against the knife behind her, you...have you guarded it?"

At the end of the words, a knife was pressed against the Tsing Yi man’s vest. The man said nothing, and sighed after a long time: "You also think what I did is wrong?"

The man who held him with the knife did not speak.

The man in Tsing Yi was still unwilling and asked: "Who promised you? Who can promise you?"

"Someone you would never think of." The man just said dryly, and shut up completely, just stubbornly holding the knife against him.

The man in the gray robe looked around and said, "Cut the rope."

"Wait!"

Someone drank again behind him.

A young man with a disheveled hair ran out, carrying a broken sword, with an unconcealable sword intent on his body, as if he was a sword.

He is Nan Cheng, dressed in the costume of Neifeng's disciple, no one knows him.

"What do you want to do to my master?" Nan Cheng asked sternly, not to mention his unsuccessful sword fetus, even Dacheng would definitely not be able to make up for the lack of realm, but he resolutely drew out the sword.

The old man in gray robe glanced at him, nodded and said: "The good apprentice Lu Jiajia teaches is terrifying to the future. I will not kill you."

Speaking with his finger, an invisible wave hit Nan Cheng's chest, instantly dispelling the sword intent from him, hitting a stone pillar, and pressing him firmly on the stone pillar.

With just one finger, he made the younger generation of big disciples no longer able to fight.

Like before he forced the sword to fall into the realm, he once again felt despair, and this time the despair was even darker. He wanted to watch Master be buried in the abyss by them.

"Stop..." he cried feebly, unable to break free.

This is just a small episode. The old man in the gray robe didn't take it seriously. He turned around and asked again: "Is there anyone who opposes?"

Death silence.

The gray-robed old man didn't say any more, nor did he cut off the chains.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

The point of a sword stuck out of his chest.

He lowered his head and looked for a while, only to realize that a sword penetrated his body.

He wondered who the owner of this sword was.

He just regretted it. He didn't listen to the humiliation of the old peak owner well back then and improved his physique. This was the second loss of his physique in his life, and he would never have the third time.

When the sword light moved, he smashed his body abruptly, splashing blood.

When the old man fell down, people discovered that a young man in white was standing behind him at some unknown time. The young man stabbed a sword into the body of the old man in gray in an extremely strange posture.

He retracted the sword, his wrist flicked, and all the blood on the sword bounced like a steel pillar, and the blade was as silver as new.

"I object," he said.

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