Beyond the Divine States Chapter 151: : Who will ask if there is a sword in the four peaks?

There is no shadow of Liantian Town on the wasteland.

It seems to be hidden in an invisible space. The walls of the transparent space are rippling little by little, and people come out from it from time to time, looking blank.

The sickle-like sword spirit of the **** of death swept over everyone's heads like a flock of dark crows, but was cut off by the white rainbow light in the sky, breaking them into countless spots.

Lu Jiajia stood in front of Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling. She was obviously just an ordinary sword in her hand, but she uttered an unreasonable immortal spirit.

Twelve Qiu raised his head. On the side of his pale nose, the eyes under the hood looked like blue blades. He stared at the sudden woman in front of him, guessing her identity: "But the peak master of Xuan Sun Xue Xunxue personally drive?"

Lu Jiajia did not answer.

Her snow-white figure disappeared in the same place, the sound of the sword lingered, and the sword beside her turned into a number of rainbows, like a wind and snow, and they cut towards the twelve autumn.

Twelve Autumn's expression is awe-inspiring, thinking that the Lord of the Xuanri Peak is stronger than he thought.

His star suit vibrated, his wide cuffs opened, and the large black sleeves covered everything, in which the dark and shining, like Sensendongfu, included everything that he touched.

The dragon-like sword aura crashed into the pitch-black wide sleeves, and fell silent.

In the wide sleeves of the Twelve-Autumn Festival, the pale-skinned hands were as thin as skinny, but between these thin arms, unspeakable power erupted, and the slender and thin fingers looked like five-handed evisceration. Li Jian cut directly to Lu Jiajia's heart.

At this moment, the sword in Lu Jiajia's hand was entangled by the stars' wide sleeves, and she couldn't get away. She cut the palm so fast that she could not react at all.

But almost at the same time, Twelve Autumn snorted.

There was a light in his wide dark sleeves, and all the sword qi that had been incorporated into the sleeves was like a fuse, exploding at this moment.

If it's just sword aura, of course it can't break the wide sleeves of the twelve autumn seasons, but what is incredible is that the stars in his sleeves have also turned into sword auras along with them, and they come back to him!

The true essence he released was actually assimilated into sword energy by the opponent.

Sizzle!

The sharp and sharp sword light was like a handful of exploded water, and every drop of water turned into five sharp blades, cutting numerous cracks in his vast and soft sleeves.

And that palm also stopped an inch in front of Lu Jiajia's chest.

Her body is like a sword, and every inch of her skin stimulates sword intent anytime and anywhere, and the thin fingertips of her fingers are actually muddled by Lu Jiajia's personal sword aura.

Twelve Qiu retracted his hand and shook it lightly, the flesh and blood from the fingertips scattered, and the skin seemed to be reborn.

He pinched a Dao Jue, and the broken and falling sleeves suddenly became larger, turning into countless lavender clouds, enveloping his body, and those sword auras fell into the clouds and dispersed invisible.

The Twelfth Autumn season stared at this woman with outstanding swordsmanship through a lavender cloud, and said coldly: "You are not Xue Xunxue!"

Lu Jiajia still did not answer.

The body of her sword is almost complete, and the snow mist-like sword aura does not stop around her body, like a layer of indestructible armor. After the snow armor, the woman's expression is so cold and beautiful that it is moving.

She is ready to cut the next sword at any time.

Twelve Autumn no longer guesses about her identity. He is not sure if he can defeat her with all his methods, but as long as they fight, it will be a protracted battle. If it is on weekdays, he will definitely endure it. Don't stop shooting, don't stop dying.

But he has more important things to do today.

Lu Jiajia has the same idea as his. She also urgently needs to return to the sect, but she is unwilling to show a hint of retreat. Every strand of her sword intent seems to weigh tens of thousands of kilograms, which weighs down the peak. Broken and collapsed.

The first concession was the Twelfth Autumn.

"If he meets by chance, you and I will only live one person." Twelve Qiu said indifferently, the cloud engulfed him and Zhang Qianyu, and disappeared on the cliff.

"Her sword body is a bit familiar." Zhang Qianyu said suddenly.

"Huh? Mister knows her?" Twelve Qiu was also curious about this Tianzong Sword Immortal. When did Tianzong have another stunning woman in the Purple Court Realm.

Zhang Qianyu recalled: "Eight years ago, I saw a similar sword intent on another girl."

"Eight years ago..." Twelve Qiu faintly knew that a great man had visited Nanzhou eight years ago.

He didn't ask further, and took Zhang Qianyu directly to the Zitian Daomen.

People in Liantian Town can't see the panorama happening on the cliffs.

They only knew that this woman in white clothes was sent by a **** to save their lives.

Lu Jiajia turned around, facing the open space of the wasteland, cutting down a sword.

Liantian Town does not have Zhang Qianyu to sit in, and the Ghost Festival will be much weaker. That sword actually cut through the shelter of Liantian Town, revealing a gleam of scenery behind it.

Everyone turned around and looked around, and vaguely saw that the long street of Liantian Town at this moment had an obvious curved curve, but the people in it couldn't notice it.

And the end of the lotus pond is connected to a long, scroll-like dark river. The dark river leads to an endless tunnel at the bottom of the river. It loops back to the beginning of Liantian Town in an extremely long arc. There are countless murals on the tunnel. .

But for some reason, people can't even notice this when they are in it.

Some people tentatively returned to the town, and some people hid outside and watched, hesitating whether to set foot in it.

Some people exclaimed, because the fairy in white on the cliff disappeared in the blink of an eye after cutting out the sword.

With her disappeared, there was a pair of young girls in the crowd.

"Give me trouble!" Lu Jiajia glared at Ning Changjiu, then stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead.

Ning Xiaoling hid behind her senior, not daring to look at her fierce appearance.

Lu Jiajia looked over Ning Changjiu's shoulders, his expression softened a lot, and said with concern: "Xiaoling, are you okay?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.

Ning Changjiu is a little dissatisfied with Lu Jiajia's differential treatment, thinking that women really have two faces.

He smiled and said: "Congratulations to Master for achieving great swordsmanship. Master can reach the state of today. I think it should be the result of hard training."

Lu Jiajia knew that he was taunting her gaffes during body training in the past, she secretly remembered a note in her heart, without changing her face, said: "Master is not more powerful, how can you save the apprentice?"

Ning Xiaoling's eyes were full of excitement and admiration: "Well, Master is the best."

Lu Jiajia pursed her lips and smiled. Seeing the two of them are well, the ice and snow in her spirit eyes finally melted. She stretched out her hands and rubbed their heads and asked: "Where are you in the end? What have you gone through? Who has trapped you?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Do you remember the three paintings in the sword hall?"

Lu Jiajia nodded and said: "Of course."

Ning Changjiu said: "The three monsters in the painting may still be alive now."

Lu Jiajia's expression changed: "What are you kidding?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Jiuying is now in Zitian Daomen. It is said that one is missing. That one is most likely the giant python in Liantian Town. The snake repair is currently missing, and the snake ..."

Ning Changjiu's words paused, and said: "We are trapped by a painter named Zhang Qianyu. Many of the paintings of Tianzong Yu Jian are from his handwriting. Qianyu...the meaning should be lost. It’s a beastly scorpion."

The more I heard it, the more illusory Lu Jiajia felt, and asked: "If it is really an ancient monster, how can you survive?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't know what he is thinking, maybe he has a big plan, maybe he really doesn't have the ability to kill us, in short... today Nanzhou may have something big."

"Nine Infants..." Lu Jiajia remembered its legend, still wondering: "If the legend is true, those are monsters three thousand years ago, how could it have survived to this day?"

Ning Changjiu explained: "The practitioners and demons above the five realms can survive for thousands of years, but most of them will be killed by more powerful beings..."

When Ning Changjiu said this, there was a chill in his heart.

He didn't continue to speak, just said: "Go back to the sect first, let's talk about the rest on the way."

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Yu Jian Tianzong.

The four summit swords are all as usual, guarding Xiaofeng, Xuanrifeng, Huiyangfeng, Tiankufeng, and the four peaks disciples each inherited the immortal sword, each inherited their unique skills, and began to compete on the sword field. Dozens of masters stood there All directions, to prevent accidents when you know how to sword.

And the most unpopular Tianku Peak brought the biggest surprise instead.

Nan Cheng, the disciple of Tianku Peak, fought each with the first disciples of the other three peaks, and both won and won without suspense.

"This disciple is good. It is very precious to be able to cultivate sword intent to this point, but it is a pity that he was born on the wrong peak. If he can come to guard Xiaofeng, his current position in this generation of disciples should be second only to Waka." The elder of Xiao Feng said with emotion.

Fang Hege is the most famous disciple of Shouxiao Peak in the generation of Four Peaks.

"I don't think it's how powerful he is, but the first disciple from Sanfeng, which is relatively too weak." Another person said leisurely: "Although this Nancheng talent is good, I can't watch this one. Show your real strength, wait for the second round to see it again."

"Tianku Peak is really unmanned, so Nan Cheng was the first to take the lead. Any disciple under Nan Cheng might have been defeated directly."

The people of the Four Peaks talked a lot about Nan Cheng. Although they affirmed his strength, they still couldn't be optimistic about Tianku Peak.

However, the morale of the Tianku Peak disciples was a little low, because Nan Cheng's successive victories lifted a lot.

Everyone thinks that Senior Brother Nan Cheng can retreat in Yinfeng for so long, it is not a vain name, that sharp sword, even if it has not been seen in many teachers, let alone a boy who is less than twenty years old. What?

"It's a pity that Junior Sister Xiaoling is not there, and I don't know who is stronger and weaker than Senior Brother Nan Cheng."

"Of course, Brother Nan Cheng is more powerful! Although Ning Xiaoling's talent is also remarkable, but the early spring test of swords is just a nest fight. At that time, Senior Brother Nan Cheng hadn't left the pass."

"Hmm...Sister, are you jealous of Junior Sister Xiaoling."

"Nothing!"

Southern Cheng is an isolated sword field, the light of the magic circle is flowing on the bottom of his feet, like a substance, and the bottom of the magic circle, the peak is so high, at a glance, the cloud is steaming, like in the sky.

He adjusted his breath silently, waiting for his next opponent.

His sword body is more powerful than he thought, but he was seriously injured today, and the loss of every ray of spiritual energy in his body is several times the load on him.

"Your name is Nan Cheng?" The next opponent floated up, carrying a special forged sword in his hand. This sword is very thick and heavy, but there is a kind of picking cloud flocculation in his hand. A sense of etherealness.

The man stared at Nan Cheng coldly, seemingly disdainful of the sword in his hand.

"The big brother of Xuanrifeng! It seems to be called Lin Cai."

"What a weird name."

"It is said that it is an orphan picked up by the owner of Xuanri Peak. He has taken care of him for many years and taught swordsmanship himself. He should have been the person who played the finale of Xuanri Peak. Now he should not see the scenery of Tianku Peak, so I wanted to advance. Come out to suppress Brother Nancheng."

"Xuanrifeng...Well, is a woman's jealousy? Hey, I don't know if Brother Nancheng can take it down."

"Difficult..."

Nan Cheng looked at the sword in his hand. The sword was so light, but it gave him a heavy sense of oppression. His sword seemed to surpass the sword scripture, without a trace.

"Get out of the sword." Nan Cheng was wary, but not afraid.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Cai's face. His figure floated gently, seemingly fast and slow, unpredictable, and the sword in his hand was like a paper kite moving in the wind, slashing towards Nan Cheng.

The Xuanri Peak Master looked at his sword, very satisfied, and smiled.

Lin Cai's swordsmanship is so high that she is the only one who knows the prosperity of sword intent, and she has cultivated Lin Cai as a successor.

Nan Cheng stood there, his sword eyes staring at the trajectory of Lin Cai's sword.

Many people looked over.

The two swords intersect in the wind.

Lin Cai is like a crushing cloud, and Nan Cheng is like a stubborn rock.

The moment their swords intersect, like a glacier bursting, cold water cascading waterfalls, the two figures are up and down, but their sword tips are tacitly attached to each other, and their sword qi surges at the same time. After hitting, the sword qi leaked out and formed countless waves, which spread to the surroundings at high speed like ripples.

The peak master of Xuanri frowned slightly, and said with interest: "Is this a competition for the purity of sword qi? Heh, he will find his own way."

He originally thought that Nan Cheng would have some exquisite swordsmanship, but he didn't expect to use such a simple method.

Competing with Lin Cai for sword spirit is equivalent to extinguishing his only chance of winning.

Sure enough, Lin Cai's sword qi was pouring down like a river, and it instantly suppressed Nan Cheng. Nan Cheng held the sword high in both hands, supported it hard, and his knees trembled slightly.

The disciples of Tianku Peak looked at him nervously, and they didn’t have much confidence anymore. Although Brother Nan Cheng was strong, the big disciple of Xuanri Peak had a better reputation, and he just met Nan Cheng Suppressed firmly, they are all swordsmen, and they understand the reason that a trick is slower and you are restrained everywhere.

But Nan Cheng surprised everyone again.

Lin Cai’s sword aura like clouds in the sky suddenly turned gloomy, like a cool breeze and rain, and those rain-like sword auras were assimilated by Nan Cheng, and they were refined into him in a very short time. The sword intent.

The reversal of the offensive was completed within three breaths.

Lin Cai's sword intent was assimilated to most of it at once, as if all the generals and soldiers in the army rebelled. In the blink of an eye, they turned their spears around and all turned to the marshal in the middle.

Lin Cai didn't understand what was going on.

Nan Cheng's sword was already on fire, and he pierced towards Lin Cai.

The essence of the sword aura is like a multi-ribbed mirror, reflecting the sword fire into a furnace-like glow. The glow is beautiful, and Lin Cai's cheeks are even redder.

That's shameful red.

Nan Cheng's sword has been against his heart, and the fire on the sword is gradually extinguishing.

"Success." Nan Cheng received the sword and bowed, then turned and left.

Behind him was a loud cry from Tianku Peak.

"Sword spirits are in the same body?" Xuanri Peak Master Xue Xunxue furrowed his brows, and his sword eyes couldn't hide the shocked look: "How is this possible? Is there two sword spirits in Tianku Peak?"

"It's not like." Huiyang Peak Master Xue Lin shook his head and said: "I have seen Lu Jia marry a sword. The sword spirit should not look like this."

"Then what is this?"

"Will it be the Houtian sword body?"

"Houtian sword body?" Xue Xunxue denied: "The cultivation method of Houtian sword body was lost 300 years ago. How could Tiankufeng still have such a method?"

Their argument has no results.

After a few swords, Nan Cheng defeated another person, standing alone in front of the Tianku Peak, like a man in charge.

Everyone can see his exhaustion, his bloodless face and **** belly.

But he can use other people's sword as his own assassin, but the challenger can't think of a solution in a short time.

The older ones are thinking of the scene where Lu Jiajia took the first place when he participated in the Four Summit Swords for the first time.

At that time, Lu Jiajia was just a 13 or 14-year-old girl.

Ten years in a flash.

When they were feeling emotional, there was a sword coming out of the guardian peak.

Sword energy smashed the ground, and the indestructible circle was also rippled.

"Fang Hege?" Nan Cheng felt his sword intent and confirmed his identity.

He is Fang Hege, the disciple of Shouxiaofeng.

He looked at Nan Cheng’s injury, with a slight apology in his words: "I'm sorry, I didn't come out earlier, even if I defeated you at this time, my reputation may not be beautiful."

Fang Hege's words paused, and smiled: "But I don't want to see you continue to win. In the history of the Four Summit Sword, although there is no lack of one person's feat of fighting against the three peaks and twelve disciples, this generation, I will not let this This kind of thing happened to other people."

His words are calm, with a gentle tone, which is obviously provocative, but it feels like a spring breeze.

The Peak Master Shouxiao wanted to stop him and asked him to give the younger brothers and sisters more opportunities to practice swords, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

A young man's spirit is a sword that cannot be frustrated.

Nan Cheng felt his realm.

If you are not injured, you may still have a 30% chance when your strength is at its peak.

But now that the sword is out, he has lost 10% of it.

He was a little pleased. He was glad that neither Master nor seniors would see his failure. He also regretted that he had not been able to leave the customs once, and he was a blockbuster until the end.

He didn't like what the Shouxiaofeng disciple said.

In Nan Cheng's heart, true masters should be like masters and predecessors, with concise speech and unsmiling words.

But at the moment, I just couldn't beat him, which made him feel frustrated.

"Long Yang." He exchanged courtesy with Fang Hege.

Nan Cheng's successive victories also gave the disciples of Tianku Peak many illusions.

Isn't Lin Cai also coming from the past with the demeanor of a fairy, and finally came back with a feather?

They chanted the name of Big Brother Nan Cheng.

It's just that their voices are getting lower and lower.

Fang Hege is worthy of being a big disciple of Shou Xiaofeng. The sword intent around his body seems to be virtual and real, and it is unstable, and he does not give Nan Cheng the opportunity to assimilate them.

So the comparison between the two of them is the comparison between the pure realm and the sword strokes.

Nan Cheng is still as solid as a rock, and he didn't lose quickly.

A line of fire lit up from between them, entangled and intersected like lightning.

The sword qi overflows, and the eruption is uncertain.

The tangible and intangible sword moves are transformed into interlaced light and shadow between them.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that after every sword, Nan Cheng's chances of winning are reduced a bit. After ten moves, Nan Cheng is already at an absolute disadvantage.

"Without the protection of the sword body, there are only these skills?" Fang Hege raised his eyebrows lightly.

Nan Cheng said nothing, standing up a sword like a monument.

Fang Hege's sword aura is like a snow eagle foraging for food and swooping, like countless arrows, all shot at the hard rock that is unwilling to lose.

Suddenly, a white light flashed.

Fang Hege's figure pauses slightly, arms around his chest to resist.

A pair of horns hit his chest.

The cultivator who was not big but strong but not defeated the peak of the fairyland made a full blow, even if it was as strong as Fang Hege, the figure was shaken back a few steps in the first place.

"Xiantian Spirit?" Fang Hege's surprise quickly became indifferent.

Xiantian spirits are things that assist cultivation, and they are very fragile. If a person of similar realm confronts the enemy and sneak attack with the innate spirit, there is usually only one chance.

Fang Hege was not injured in a single blow, and Nan Cheng's last chance of winning was of course wiped out.

Yazhu knew that the outcome was divided, and closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look again.

All the disciples fell silent.

So that no one except the Sanfeng Peak Master noticed that the peach curtain opened at some unknown time, and a sword light came to the back of the Tianku Peak crowd.

Ning Changjiu saw Nan Cheng's defeated sword.

Lu Jiajia was a little surprised at the peace of Yu Jian Tianzong at this moment, but peace is always a good thing.

She looked at Nan Cheng, who was seriously injured, and sighed. Then she glanced at Ning Changjiu and said, "You go try?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I am not interested in comparing Wu."

Ning Xiaoling did not go to see the competition field, but looked at the shining object on the high platform and asked: "Master, what is that?"

Lu Jiajia explained: "That is the reward for the leaders of the Fourth Summit. They are Tianhe Si, Heavy Fire Box and Snow Lotus, each has its own magical effect."

Ning Xiaoling nodded, thinking that their names sounded very good.

Ning Changjiu's expression fluctuated slightly. He cast his eyes on the lotus with overlapping petals and asked: "This is the snow lotus?"

Lu Jiajia gave an angry hum, wondering if Tianzong could still make a fake?

In the competition arena, Nan Cheng was finally defeated.

He hung his head and looked at the tip of the sword against him, feeling powerless in his heart.

Fang Hege defeated a powerful enemy, but there was no joy on his face. His victory was just a matter of course.

He retracted the sword, smiled politely, looked around, and asked: "I wonder who is the next person to ask the sword?"

There is silence all around.

They know that Fang Hege can win until the end.

This is something everyone knew before the Four Summit Sword started.

Nan Cheng brought surprises, but did not bring unexpected results.

He carried the sword and walked backward in silence as a loser.

I don't know if it was an illusion. When he lowered his head, a white figure suddenly flashed through the corner of his eyes. His expression was shocked, and he immediately raised his head and looked back.

He found a familiar figure standing in front of him, spreading his hands.

Nan Cheng understood, and quickly handed the sword.

Ning Changjiu took the sword, walked in front of Fang Hege, and said calmly: "I'll come."