Beyond the Divine States Chapter 152: : Jiuying

Ning Changjiu took the sword, walked through the circle, and walked towards the center of the venue.

No one noticed when he came, and no one knew who he was.

"The courage is commendable." Fang Hege glanced at him, exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, and then asked, "I don't know the name of your surname?"

The genius disciples among the four peaks are mostly famous, even if they haven't played against each other, they have heard of each other. Fang Hege's question, if it is other small famous disciples, it would be considered an insult.

However, none of the other Three Peaks really knew Ning Changjiu, even the teachers, they were still in the stage of "occasionally hearing about this disciple".

Ning Changjiu looked at the young man in white clothes and found that the other party's white clothes were cleaner than himself.

Although it was caused by running around for several days, it made him a little unhappy. He calmly replied, "Ning Changjiu."

"Ning Changjiu..." Fang Hege thought for a while, but thought of him: "Are you Ning Xiaoling's brother?"

Ning Changjiu was slightly surprised, thinking that Xiaoling is also a celebrity now, he nodded and said: "Exactly."

Fang Hege gently shook his head and said: "Let your junior sister come, you can't."

This is a humiliation for Ning Changjiu, but it is extremely affirmation for Ning Xiaoling. Someone in the Four Peaks regards the rising star of Tianku Peak as another Lu's marriage, and often regards her and other geniuses. By the same token, today Ning Xiaoling's sword is also something many people look forward to.

The Peak Master Shou Xiao saw Lu Jia married Huifeng and he was relieved. He looked at the young man who challenged his eldest disciple, and whispered to others: "I have heard of this person, but it is rumored that he is not an outsider. Disciple? Isn’t it a bad rule to participate in the Four Summits?"

"It is said that it has been turned into the inner door." The elder next to him replied: "But it is estimated that he is also a person who is also a fame and fisherman. It is just because of his junior."

"Ning Xiaoling..." Peak Master Shou Xiao said the name: "When Lu Jiajia participated in the Fourth Summit Sword, he was only this age."

"Do you think she might be compared to marrying?"

"You have to watch her make a sword before you know it."

"Then this Ning Changjiu..."

"Perhaps it's just a chess piece, let's explore the way of the harmony song, so that Ning Xiaoling can be psychologically prepared."

"The peak owner is right."

The disciples of Tianku Peak were very happy for Ning Changjiu's presence, but this joy stems from Master's safe return. Regarding the challenger and song, most people still think that Ning Changjiu does not know the height of the sky.

Le Rou stared at the white dress, her past conjectures in her mind, the cynicism of others around her buzzed in her mind, she suddenly felt her heart hot, and she felt that Ning Changjiu could win.

She turned her head and looked at the back of the crowd through many contemptuous eyes. Ning Xiaoling, who was in a pretty white skirt, was standing beside her master.

Ning Xiaoling's face has a smile like a cherry blossom in the spring breeze, and the master's adult on the side looks like a wall of unmelted ice and snow next to the cherry blossoms.

She suddenly felt that she had obtained a secret, a secret that only she and Ning Xiaoling knew.

Everyone thought Ning Changjiu would lose, but they knew that he could win.

This kind of thought gave Le Rou an unspeakable feeling. She even wanted to raise her arms and tell other people the secret, then listen to their cynicism, and then watch them dumbfounded.

She clenched her fist to her chest, forced the secret to the bottom of her heart, staring at the back, breathing harder, she told herself, if Ning Changjiu really wins, then the master must know his original face Yes, I will definitely be careful to **** him in the future!

Of course, it is also possible that I have misunderstood him...

Ning Changjiu stood still, as if he hadn't heard Fang Hege's ridicule, he just waited for the teacher to announce the start.

Nan Cheng also looked at him steadily. Before returning to Tianku Peak, he suddenly held his fists and saluted, saying: "This person's swordsmanship is not easy, seniors must be careful."

Ning Changjiu hummed.

Senior?

This made many people who heard this extremely puzzled, thinking that Nan Cheng's brain was destroyed?

As they whispered to each other, Bijian finally started.

Fang Hege didn't really treat him as an opponent, but he didn't underestimate him. He looked serious and began to play the sword.

The swordsmanship of guarding Xiaofeng is very different from that of Tiankufeng, and the elegance of Xuanrifeng is very different. Guarding Xiaofeng pays attention to the majestic atmosphere, such as a person sitting on the sky with a horizontal sword, alone guarding the nine heavens, and the sword will move at the same time. It's turmoil in the world.

At the moment when Fang Hege's sword aura rose, even the disciples who were far apart, under the oppression of the distance, their breathing was a little suffocated. Many people imagined themselves facing this sword in person, Jianxin. It is like a candle in the wind, swaying more than ever.

The dozens of commanders standing in all directions are ready to use their swords to rescue them at any time.

Ning Changjiu quietly waited for Fang Hege to pick up his sword. His sword is of the same origin as the sword technique of Tiankufeng, but the actual display is the difference between fine brushwork and splashed ink in the painting.

There are even many female disciples who feel that Ning Changjiu is doing well in their hearts and are unwilling to watch the next scene.

Fang and the singer fell with the sword.

Above the sword's edge, several sword qi bursts out of water like a white dragon, and several sword qi bursts into the sky. After condensing in an instant, they spun towards Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu's lips moved slightly, as if to say something.

The people present could not hear this sentence, but Fang Hege heard it.

Ning Changjiu said: "It's too slow."

He thought he had heard it wrong.

The white dragon hit the ground, like the waves rolling in the snow, submerging Ning Changjiu's figure. At the same time, Fang Hege chopped again at the center of the vast sword energy, and the snow-white sword energy exploded and flooded them. Silhouette.

In that scene, the time seemed short and long.

The sound of swords and swords cried out at a very high frequency in the sword aura, as fast as a single sound.

The sword light dissipated, like a spring breeze blowing away the mist from the cliff.

The two figures are revealed.

They stood back to back, not far apart, and there was no obvious injury on the surface.

But Fang Hege didn't have a sword in his hands, so Ning Changjiu held one in each hand.

Ning Changjiu glanced at the sword that he had seized, thinking that the sword guarding Xiaofeng's disciple was indeed better forged.

He threw the sword to Zhang Hege: "Next."

Zhang Hege never recovered from the humiliation of being robbed of the blade empty-handed. He stood on a wooden stand and watched the sword fall to the ground.

Kang Dang.

Today's sword field is extremely quiet, and the needle drop can be heard, not to mention a sword.

Everyone fell into a shocked silence.

Only a few teachers with a high level of cultivation could clearly see what happened in the sword aura.

Ning Changjiu’s sword was very simple. It hit the opponent’s sword with his own sword, and hit him for an unknown number of times within one breath, directly numbing Zhang Hege’s mouth, and then reached out and took his sword hilt. He grabbed the sword.

Although Nan Cheng knew that Senior would definitely win, he didn't expect it to be so easy, but he didn't quite understand what would a master like Senior do pretending to be a disciple? Then he thought of the scene where the master took him away alone that day, and felt as if he understood something.

Senior's picture... it's very big.

Lu Marrying has no mood swings, but Ning Xiaoling smiled brightly. Her seniors yelled a few times, which seemed extremely untimely in the silent sword field.

Next, many disciples of Tianku Peak also cheered his name.

Le Rou looked back, speechless, she hesitated what kind of emotions she should express, but she was really embarrassed to be happy with them, but if she kept her face cold, she seemed to be jealous of him, but Obviously he was the first to discover his secret secret...

She was very tangled in her heart.

But fortunately, no one paid attention to her.

Everyone turned their attention to Ning Changjiu.

"What sword did he make?"

"I didn't see it clearly, it seems that I chopped it a few times?"

"Tiankufeng's swordsmanship is so unpretentious?"

"What do you know! This is called Dao Zhi Jian."

"I don’t think it’s necessary, maybe that Zhang Hege is just trying to get fame."

……

"Why?" Zhang Hege stared at the sword that fell on the ground, hesitant to bend over to pick it up.

He didn't want to bend his waist again in full view.

Ning Changjiu said: "I said, your sword is too slow."

Zhang Hege did not understand: "I am already the fastest sword of our generation."

Ning Changjiu thought that it means that other people's swords are slower, so why should I repeat such a simple truth? How stupid than Xiaoling.

At this moment, Ning Xiaoling was still giggling smirkly, unaware of the slander of the brother.

Ning Changjiu didn’t want to explain anything, but thinking that Tianku Peak had been crushed by other peaks for so many years, it was time for Lu Jiama to rise in the limelight, so he put away the sword, his hands were sleeved, and he was alive. With the appearance of an expert outsider, he said coldly: "Your Dao heart is in the way, how can you make the sword faster?"

In a simple sentence, a vague general principle, Ning Changjiu himself was not sure what he was talking about, but after listening to Zhang Hege, he thought of many things in the past. It seemed that he was initiating, and Jianxin suddenly cleared.

The Master Shouxiao frowned and said in a low voice: "Hege has broken the knot of many years."

"What?" Another uncle who recovered from the shock said in surprise: "Could this be the chance of waka?"

"For so many years, it's time to lose a sword. It's not a bad thing for him. If you encounter it next time, this boy may not be his opponent."

"The peak owner said it is very true, but I don't know when they will meet and fight next time."

Zhang Hege couldn’t hear what they said, but his behavior seemed to make up for the teacher’s regret. He turned around, looked at Ning Changjiu, and said seriously: "I lost this game, but I can ask again. Do you have a sword?"

Ning Changjiu noticed the changes in his body's sword intent, and was a little surprised, but did not refuse, and nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Hege didn't use spiritual power, but bent down and picked up the sword.

This time, there is no vast sword aura like a sea of ​​clouds, and the impurities in the sword intent are also washed out, extremely pure, his sword is still unhappy, but it makes people unable to find the slightest flaw, as if it was hardened by a weapon. There is no other solution when picking up his Jian Feng.

Ning Changjiu's expression finally became more serious. When Zhang Hege raised his hand, he also released his sword.

The invisible sword intent of the two people collided, and they rubbed out dots of sword fire. Those sword fires were like fireworks exploded between the two, very gorgeous.

The sword intersects and interferes with the sword.

The ear-piercing sound was like a sonic boom, and their long hair flew backwards.

The sword passed by.

The sword fire was quickly exhausted, and the fireworks appeared.

Their sword match still ends very quickly.

Ning Changjiu's left hand and fingers clamped his blade, but the sword in his right hand was against the opponent's apple. When Zhang Hege reached out to grab it, Ning Changjiu had already stopped the sword, and he grabbed the blood in his hand. .

Zhang Hege's expression flickered, his Dao heart almost collapsed, he looked at Ning Changjiu, and said: "Why is this again?"

Ning Changjiu was too lazy to explain too much, just said: "Because I am better than you."

He retracted the sword and walked in the direction of Tiankufeng.

"Wait." Suddenly someone stopped him.

It was a middle-aged man in black. He said: "The Four Summit Swords are not over yet."

Ning Changjiu then remembered that he still had to face many enemies. He turned around and asked, "Which one else?"

No one answered.

After a long time, I walked out of a disciple who did not believe in evil. It was Huiyangfeng’s disciple. He felt that the sword guarding Xiaofeng might be naturally restrained by the opponent, and his own swordsmanship was different. Maybe he could have a chance. .

But he and Ning Changjiu had only one move, the sword in their hands was gone, and they were empty-handed.

After that, a little girl came and said she wanted to compete with Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu has always been more merciful to her little sister, pretending to be evenly matched with her.

But the little girl finally mustered up the courage to challenge. She wanted to learn some lifelong tricks. She never wanted to be treated differently. She felt more ashamed than she was taken by a sword and cried directly. Turn around and leave.

After returning to the peak, another elegant and quiet female teacher rubbed her head to comfort him.

The female teacher was also followed by a man.

No one noticed how lonely Lu Yuanbai looked when he stared at the woman.

Ning Changjiu stood there and waited for a while. He actually didn't like the feeling of hundreds of people staring at him. He just wanted to take the snow lotus and leave. It was what Zhao Xianger needed.

"Where did you learn swordsmanship?" Xue Xunxue was full of questions.

Ning Changjiu said perfunctorily: "The tutor taught well."

The disciple of Tianku Peak thought, what kind of pretense you pretend, I haven't seen you listen to the class well!

Ning Xiaoling thought, brothers really often spend time alone with master...

Lu Jiajia has a guilty conscience about this sentence. After all, he is teaching himself every night.

She couldn't help but ripples in her heart, but her face was still colorless, and the figure of Xueshang in the spring breeze was even colder and arrogant.

Xue Xunxue has never felt that Lu Jiajia is better than herself, and Ning Changjiu's words are obviously to belittle herself deliberately to her.

She had a dark fire in her heart, glanced at the disciples around her, silently wondering if anyone could be sent out to kill him, but when she looked around, she suddenly felt that her eyes were full of elm with head down. Wooden bumps.

No one came to challenge it for a long time.

The disciples of Tianku Peak were very happy. They never thought that this ordinary Ning Changjiu was so powerful. They couldn't help but feel guilty about the criticisms against him in the past.

But some of the disciples couldn't be happy.

Yun Ze whispered: "Obviously there is a realm, but he has been pretending to be. The inner disciple's waist card was only obtained two months ago. It is clearly playing us!"

Xu Weiran has accepted his fate and said: "It's not a joke. After all, he never told us about his realm. We should have thought of the day the sword star was lit..."

Le Rou stroked her skirt, thinking that she could not forgive him at the thought of being beaten by her master when she couldn't play well in the past.

"Anyone else?" Ning Changjiu waited for a while and couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

Someone finally answered.

The answer came not from among the four peaks, but from far away.

Peach Curtain vibrates uneasy.

"Who would dare to trespass into the Tianzong!" Peak Master Shouxiao was furious.

The other three peak masters also got up one after another, forming a great formation to protect the mountain.

"Jing Yangxia, your current realm is indeed visible, but you are too far away from the real person Hanchi, so you want to stop me?"

Jing Yangxia is the name of the Peak Master Shouxiao, and few people know it.

The peach curtain, which is higher than the mountain peak, resembles an ordinary curtain blown by the wind, shaking and restlessly. At the center of the tightly closed peach curtain, a gap began to emerge from the peach curtain.

Among the four peaks, several swords came out, and they all cut towards the trespasser.

With a bang, the purple energy came to the east, and countless swords gathered into a hurricane, and the curtain was suddenly opened. Several figures accompanied the hurricane Yukong of the sword, and they immediately went outside the Tianzong.

The guarding formations of the Four Peaks opened together, and the sky full of sword intent cut the flowing clouds to pieces.

The intruder was headed by an old man in purple clothes, followed by two people and several people in purple clothes.

The peak guardian Jing Yangxia stared at the old man headed, her voice was cold: "Ten no..."

The master of the Zitian Taoist gate has ten non-existent, and he personally visits Tianzong Yujian.

"Your Zitian Taoist gate is considered orthodox, do you want to do this kind of cruelty among cultivators?" Jing Yangxia stood up with the Bixiao Sword.

Shiwu looked at him, smiled and said: "Why do you dare to shoot a sword at me?"

Jingyang Xia said: "Why didn't you see you yelling when the real Hanchi was around the waterfall?"

Ten Wushen smiled freely and said: "Are you trying to say that the old ways are bullying people? Haha, you told Jian Tianzong to be unkind. Today I'm just here to ask for justice."

Jing Yang Xia said: "Why do you want to commit a crime? You don't have to find any high-sounding reasons."

Ten Wu looked around, smiling with a cold expression, and said: "Hand over the Heavenly Soul Lantern, I don't want to be your enemy."

"Sky Soul Lamp?"

"Don’t pretend to be stupid. A few months ago, the Heavenly Soul Lantern was stolen. We looked for clues and finally identified the Heavenly Sect of the Sword Sword. Qi Yi sneaked into the peak. He found the Heavenly Soul Lantern, but I was killed by you." Shi Wuwang turned to the direction of Tianku Peak and said: "The death of the Seven Wills is the shame of my Dao Sect, but if you are willing to directly hand over the Heavenly Soul Lamp, I can forget the blame and stop fighting."

The words of the Ten Nothings are light and windy, and when they pass by the guarding mountain array, they are also like a wind blowing veil, shaking the four peaks swaying.

The rest of them all looked in the direction of Tianku Peak.

Lu Jiajia walked out with the sword and said: "I don't know what heavenly soul lamp, but outsiders trespassed on my peak, and even wanted to stab me. I took out the sword and killed it. It is not an exaggeration."

The other disciples of Tianku Peak learned of the assassination of Lu's marriage that day, and they were very angry.

Behind Shiwu’s, an inconspicuous person suddenly raised his head, his cold eyes looked at the white robe through the mountain guard array: "You killed the nine umbrellas?"

Lu Jiajia said coldly: "The war book he wrote, but let other people die, the famous Fourteen Clothes seems to be nothing more than that."

Shi Yi laughed, his laughter was like the friction of pebbles, which made people extremely uncomfortable: "Don't let me down."

Lu Jiajia is not afraid of this mysterious Taoist master. She said: "Today's Four Summit Sword is a major event of my Heavenly Sect. What are your intentions for trespassing at this time?"

Shi Wu smiled slightly, and replied: "A hundred years ago, Dao Sect and the Sword Sect had a good relationship. When the Four Summit Swords, my disciples often came to discuss it. Weak, don’t you put us in the eyes?"

Jing Yangxia was silent. The Four Summit Swords a hundred years ago did often invite people from the Zitian Dao Sect to discuss the Dao Fa, but later the two avenues became more and more different, and there was little contact.

Then ten directionless youngsters standing in the sword field, said: "This is your big disciple? It seems to be called... Fang Hege? It's really good."

Jing Yangxia's expression became darker.

He knows that he is by no means an opponent of Ten Wus, but now in the Tianzong Yujian, there is the blessing of the Four Peaks Great Array. He believes that even with the Ten Wus automatic hands, he has the opportunity to slash his sword directly.

But today, there is no such thing as a chance to win...

Jingyang Xia is faintly worried, is there a hidden ghost among the Four Peaks?

Ning Changjiu was not surprised by the arrival of the Zitian Taoist Sect. He directly followed the words of Shiwu and asked: "Do you also have disciples who want to compare swords?"

"This young man is still smart." Shiwu smiled and nodded: "Dare to fight?"

While speaking, behind him, walked out a young man who looked a little smaller than Ning Changjiu.

The young man was dressed in black, his brows were also extremely black, but he was very delicate, his cheeks were as white as a dead man, but his pupils were of different colors, like a red sand beach drenched in tide water.

"Master." He bowed to Shiwu.

Jing Yangxia sneered and said: "You just want to find a reason to lie to us to open the body protection formation. You are also the peak owner with these clumsy methods."

Shiwu shook his head and smiled and said: "This is my newly recruited disciple. It will be fine to send him in at that time. I am willing to retreat to the edge of the peach curtain and will never interfere."

"Who knows whether he is a disciple or a master of rejuvenating children." Xue Xunxue said angrily: "Don't treat us as fools."

The smile on Shiwu’s face is like a banner that hangs high forever: "With the eyes of Fengzhu Xue, can you not even judge these?"

Xue Xunxue's look is gloomy.

Jing Yangxia stared at the disciple for a while, and she really couldn't find any abnormalities, she was just a talented young man.

Ten Wudao: "His name is Ba Yin, and he is only fourteen this year. A fight with your big disciple should not be considered a loss. If he loses, we will withdraw from Tianzong. If he wins, you will hand over the sky. How about the soul lamp?"

Lu Jia married: "I said, Tianku Peak is fundamentally..."

Shiwu interrupted: "You have the final say, I will search for it myself."

Lu Jiajia glanced at each other with the other peak masters, and they tacitly prepared to sacrifice the sword of protecting the mountain at any time to force the ten Wus out of the peak.

But Lu Jiajia knows better than the other three, and now Zitian Daomen has a great dependence.

But how can the Tianzong retreat when it has opened its peak for more than three hundred years?

"Let him in."

Ning Changjiu was speaking.

His words are out of fashion. No matter how talented he is, what is happening now cannot be controlled by a disciple.

Shiwu smiled and said: "Are you a few peak masters not as good as a disciple?"

Jing Yangxia ignored Ning Changjiu's words and said to the other peak masters: "There must be no gaps in the protection of the mountains."

The disciple named Bayin seemed to be a little impatient. He wrinkled his white and miserable face, and his voice was a little childish: "Master, since they won't let in, then I will go in by myself."

This is a bit contradictory.

But Shiwu's face showed a happy smile.

Ba Yin's body floated lightly, and under everyone's jaw-dropping gaze, he passed through the mountain guard formation of the Four Peaks like nothing, and came to the field lightly.

This is something that nothing can do, but this young boy did it easily.

He stood in front of Ning Changjiu, as if he was really just here to compete.

Until now, Ning Changjiu finally confirmed his identity and sighed softly: "Jiuying."

Space is one of his fragmentary authority.

The black-clad boy brows little by little toward the middle, like a child who has been snatched from his beloved toy.

He has just been newly born today. He originally wanted to pretend to be an ordinary person and play for a while, but he didn't want to be recognized directly by this person. This made him very angry.

He was childishly angry: "Er and other mortals dare to call me by my name?"

This sentence looks a little ridiculous with his face.

But the next moment, the world is clear.

All the cold fog has condensed into huge swords, those swords are like boats in the sky, and the bow of the boat is aimed at Ning Changjiu without exception.