Beyond the Divine States Chapter 153: : It turned out to be you
Jiuying......
The fog on the competition field condensed into a big sword, but the name was like a bigger fog, hung in front of everyone.
The black-clothed boy raised his feet slightly, and his toes were separated by a line from the ground. His black robe was like a very dark cloud, unsteady, and the smile on his pale face was very shallow, but it seemed to be deep under the mud. Buried for thousands of years.
The mountain guarding formation of the Four Peaks, even the masters of the Purple Court Realm, could not be cut in a short time, but in his eyes, it was just a barrier that was in vain.
"Nine Infants..." Jing Yangxia stared at the boy with a shocked expression: "How is it possible? You actually resurrected the ancient fierce beast?"
In front of Jiuying's arms, he said coldly: "I am not a fierce beast, I am a god."
The four peak masters stared at the boy together, Bixiao, Dongyang, Wenyun, and Minglan, and the four immortal swords resonated, seeming to merge into one at any time, casting a sword that protects the mountains, and suppressing evil spirits.
Jiuying's black robe spontaneously without wind, strands of pitch-black cloud breathed out from his cuffs, hovering around his side, condensing into various strange shapes.
He looked at the boy in front of him and said, "Your name is... Fang Hege?"
Ning Changjiu's expression remained cold, and said: "Ning Changjiu."
Jiuying is slightly different. He frowned when he remembered what Shiwu said to him on the road. He quickly understood the cause of the matter, and said regretfully: "Hanging clumsy for so long, he defeated the most powerful disciple by a blockbuster. You should be proud, but your life is really bad."
Only when Jiuying's voice fell, I heard Shiwu's questioning: "So you are Ning Changjiu. You can escape from Liantian Town. You are really good at it."
Ning Changjiu ignored Shiwu. He stared at the fierce beast in front of him with a juvenile skin, looking at his pale but tender skin like a newborn baby, and said: "Why don't you go to your head?"
Jiuying touched his head subconsciously, with a sharp expression: "How do you know?"
Ning Changjiu said: "You really are not the real Jiuying."
The look of the black-clothed boy suddenly became extremely cold.
The people in their conversation, the Sword Tianzong, couldn't understand, but Shiwu's expression was extremely cold.
"Zhang Qianyu doesn't deceive me, you really have a big secret hidden in your body." Shiwu's gaze was like a knife, as if to sever Ning Changjiu's body and dig out the secrets in it.
Ning Changjiu looked at the swords that surrounded him, and said: "Are you here to compare swords?"
The young man in black was a little surprised: "Do you still have the courage to draw a sword?"
Ning Changjiu seriously said: "You are not high, I can try."
The boy in black frowned, his toes touched the ground lightly, and his feet fell on the magic circle.
Ping Xu Yukong was originally a skill that could only be possessed by the Zi Ting Realm. He had done this deliberately before, because he wanted other people to misjudge his realm.
But in fact, his Yukong is a god-inherent ability, as long as he is willing, every inch of space can become substance under his feet.
Like this foggy sword in the sky, in essence, he created several sword-shaped spatial containers to accommodate all the fog.
The boy in black said: "Did you agree to count before?"
Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Well, if you win, the Sky Soul Lantern will take it for yourself."
The look of the boy in black is even more regretful.
Ning Changjiu turned his head and glanced at Lu Jiajia. Lu Jiajia has reached the very edge of the sword field, with Minglan Immortal Sword at his side, ready to shoot at any time.
He gently shook his head to Lu Jiajia.
Lu Jiamarried’s teeth clasped tightly, and the light in her spiritual eyes condensed a little. She did not respond to Ning Changjiu’s shaking her head. She knew that Ning Changjiu should have hidden some strength, but this black-clothed boy was even deeper. Unpredictable, if something goes wrong, she will disregard the agreement and immediately shoot the sword.
Jing Yangxia also stared at the sword field, and an absurd feeling came into his mind. He knew that this black-clothed boy had no purple court realm, but for some reason, he had no idea of a sword, as if this boy It is general that cannot be killed.
Xuanri Peak and the peak master of Huiyang Peak stood side by side, observing the young man who was suspected of reincarnating from the ancient beast, his sword energy was ready to fall.
Faced with the killing intent of the Four Peaks Peak Master, the boy in black did not have the slightest fear.
Space is his talent, as long as he wants to be able to escape at any time, Katana does not touch.
He is more interested in the young man in white named Ning Changjiu.
He didn't understand where the other party's confidence came from. Could it be that he thought that with the support of the Four Peaks Peak Master, he couldn't kill him?
They both looked up and glanced at each other.
Those sword boat-like swords of cold fog have been hovering in the air for a long time. As the black-clothed youth’s eyes condensed, the sound of string cracking sounded in the air. In the huge explosion, dozens of handles The cold mist sword smashed towards Ning Changjiu. At the same time, the black-clothed boy flicked his wrist, and the surrounding space converged at an extremely fast speed, condensing an extremely dense field in his virtual hand.
The realm was invisible, and he held it in his hand like a long sword.
The violent wind swept across the sword arena.
The disciples around the sword field couldn't help retreating one after another, for fear of being affected.
Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, the sea of qi regained his consciousness, and the spiritual energy roared through the heavenly gate like a mountain torrent.
Without the threshold of every realm as a mark, he cannot be sure of his current realm.
However, after the Golden Crow became a spirit, these months of cultivation hardly hindered Ma Pingchuan, and the hard work of life and death in the Hidden Peak brought his swordsmanship to a higher level.
He didn't think that among the Four Peaks, anyone under the Purple Court except Lu Jiajia could beat himself.
Even this boy in black.
At the moment when the Great Sword of Cold Mist fell, Ning Changjiu's body sank slightly, and then suddenly jumped up. The sword in his hand lifted up the red fireworks. The cold mist was like a lit straw for an instant, following Ning Changjiu's figure. The passing turned into a red sea.
A sharp knocking sound rang out in the cold fog.
The wind screamed again, and all the fog and fire were torn away by the invisible big hand in an instant. Among the fragments of the fire, the white and black clothes clearly appeared in the air.
The two figures landed together after hitting the sword.
Ning Changjiu's sword burns with the sword fire that can never be blown away by the wind, while the sword of the black-clothed boy is invisible, even if it is sword intent, it does not emit a little bit, but it carries a huge and silent sense of oppression.
The first collision between the two of them has shocked countless people.
Fang Hege looked at this sword in surprise, thinking that Ning Changjiu had been merciful just now.
The other disciples looked at the grand sword fire, and they didn't believe that the sword was made by people of the same age.
This sword can defeat any disciple in the arena, but it didn't hurt the boy in black.
After the Great Sword of Cold Mist and the sword fire were extinguished together, the images of the two of them were two projectiles that collided with each other. After dozens of collisions, their figures seemed like Tai Chi rounded and converged. The sharp sword aura tore like electricity, the electric light burst in a short time, and the two figures staggered and separated again.
The figure falls to the ground and stands still. Ning Changjiu stood with his back to him.
Neither of them moved, but crackling sounds rang out among them like firecrackers.
That was the sword energy from the two behind.
Every strand of sword aura is like a stone thrown at high speed, colliding in the air, and then breaking into a spark-like light.
Ning Changjiu and the boy in black are not so much like a sword, but a dance on the stage. The rhythm of the two people's movements are too similar. At first glance, they look more like black and white shadows on mirrors. , The collision between the swords and the blades, every movement is as if they were arranged in advance, and they are very close.
But those people with high levels of realm are all nervous to the extreme. They all know that in this seemingly dance-like sword, Death's sickle has been swung over Ning Changjiu's head many times.
The sword energy that smashed into the air fell to the ground like a slender stream of fire.
"You are very strong." The black-clothed boy also looked serious.
Ning Chang did not speak for a long time, seemingly stingy and complimenting.
The boy in black stretched out his hand, and the surrounding space condensed in his hand again.
For an instant, even in front of Ning Changjiu, the air was muddy like a swamp, making it difficult to move.
He used his authority to turn the entire space of the sword field into a big sword.
At that time, there will be countless knives hanging above his head, and Ning Chang will be able to escape for a long time.
Ning Changjiu certainly wouldn't give him this opportunity.
He threw the sword in his hand directly.
With the sound of the sword, the solidified air around was shaken away.
The sword that came out of the hand changed into a ghost in the air. Every time it flew by a foot, the sword shadow in the air doubled, and those sword shadows pulled out countless vacuum belts under the extremely fast travel, and solidified The space smashed into pieces.
The boy in black failed to consolidate the space of the entire sword field.
But the sword in his hand is still enough to be called a giant sword.
The black-clothed young man wielded a huge sword, like a huge fan, dispelling all the oncoming mosquito-like shadows of the sword, and then smashed it with a force of inertia. Where Ning Changjiu is.
The air oscillated like water, and the condensed field under the foot was shining like glass.
But no one thinks it is beautiful. It is a sign that the magic circle has suffered too much force and may collapse.
The great sword shattered on its own when it fell, scattered into countless fragments, and smashed into Ning Changjiu densely like raindrops.
Ning Changjiu didn't have a sword in his hand at this moment. Although his sky full of sword shadows had been scattered, the sword that was the main body still pierced through the air and pierced the boy in black.
There is no sword lock to limit the body shape, and such a sword will not be particularly difficult to hide.
The black-clothed boy is in charge of a part of the power of space, so he didn't even hide, but stretched out his hand, and the moment the white light of his palm lit up, his front was twisted like never before.
The sword disappeared in front of him, then appeared behind Ning Changjiu, and attacked the back of his head at a more terrifying speed.
There are swords in the sky and behind.
The white clothes seemed to be in the eye of the storm, and it was going to be riddled with holes at any time.
Ning Changjiu wanted to use his body technique to get away, but his figure moved several times in an instant, but he hit a wall everywhere.
Sword to the front.
In the clamor of clamor, countless swords rushed past the ground.
Ning Changjiu's figure is both clear and fuzzy in the sword aura.
The look of the boy in black changed: "What kind of magic is this?"
In front of him, the sword energy penetrated Ning Changjiu's body, but did not bring up a piece of blood, but only passed over an imaginary shadow.
That is one of the unobservable mental methods, water and moon in the mirror.
In the past, Ning Changjiu tried several times in Neifeng, but he couldn't do it. Today, his realm is perfect, his mind is chanting Taoism, and his figure is really like moonlight in the water.
This scene shocked countless people.
The flying sword behind his head passed through his illusory figure, and when he was in front of him, it was grabbed by Ning Changjiu in his palm.
Boom! He seemed to have walked out of another world, the mirage-like phantom condensed into substance, and the sword in his hand pierced out. I don't know whether the sword is carrying the person or the person holding the sword.
White shadow flies across the sword field.
The black-clothed boy flexed his fingers, and several barriers of space stood around, layered on top of each other, like a golden soup.
Ning Changjiu's magnificent sword light is like countless carps jumping up with the snow-white waves.
But the wave is still blocked in front of the "Dragon Gate".
The sword cut a gap in the space, but failed to penetrate it.
When the sword is almost exhausted, the shield and the sword are transformed into each other, and the barrier of space becomes a big sword with a horizontal handle once again.
Ning Changjiu couldn't see these invisible swords, but he could feel the source of the killing intent.
The sword slashed over, but he did not retreat.
The childishness on the face of the black-clothed teenager was completely removed. He didn't expect to have so many tricks with this named Ning Chang for a long time.
He was reborn in a posture of annihilation today, never expecting to be stopped in front of him by a 16-year-old boy.
Ning Changjiu's sword seemed to be cut in that tiny gap.
The opposing soldier is in danger, and of course he will not give in.
What's more, he has a real dependence-eight lives.
How can opponents bet their lives?
Ning Changjiu's figure dangerously passed through the gap between the two big swords, and the swords staggered across. If he could be faster, he could stop this unconscious person and kill him.
But Ning Changjiu's speed is too fast, it is a speed that is difficult to display at the pinnacle of Longevity.
The spiritual power in the sea of qi is burning at a high speed.
With a bang, the white clothes were raised high, and the sword aura moved away like a dragon when his arms moved suddenly.
The black energy surrounding the boy in black condenses into a real sword.
He holds the sword, his figure is tall, and the black giant sword falls in the air.
The long white dragon was severed by him with a sword.
Like a ray of sword light blown away by a hurricane, when Ning Changjiu's figure was revealed, a **** sword pierced in and shook his entire body out.
Ning Changjiu snorted and threw his figure back like a sandbag. In mid-air, he kept returning to the sword to block, cutting off the sword energy that was chasing after those tarsal maggots.
In Linhe City, Ning Changjiu had practiced against Zhao Xianger for a month. In repeated beatings, his melee swords and fists were several times stronger than before, and he was also confident to stop all the attacks of the boy in black.
Ning Chang didn't even take a step back after landing for a long time, he just shook his body and immediately stabilized.
They stared at each other from a distance, as if they were back to the beginning, no one moved further.
The red load on the circle gradually faded.
The smile on Shiwu’s face completely disappeared, and the two Taoists behind him also raised their heads and watched the battle intensively.
The people in the Four Peaks are closer, dumbfounded at the moves and realm they have just shown.
The disciples who were still a little dissatisfied with Ning Changjiu at this moment couldn't even think of anything else.
"What swordsmanship did he make?"
"Is this the sword move of Tianzong Yujian? Why doesn't it look like..."
"Master said that masters can't stick to death moves. Could it be...this is a master?"
"Xiaoling Xiaoling, do you know that your brother is so good? Or you have been hiding from us."
……
Ning Xiaoling didn't answer. She couldn't help trembling with the sword in her hand. She looked at the center of the sword field without daring to blink her eyes, praying silently for her senior in her heart.
Lu Jiajia is like a snow lotus blooming on the edge of a cliff. No one can see her emotions clearly, but her toes are tightly attached to the edge of the sword field. As long as there is a slight difference, she is a snow lotus. The arrow will shoot out instantly.
……
"Hurry up and end it."
In the long-term confrontation and calm, ten Wuyou sighed, breaking the tranquility.
This sentence is like a judge's pen, and it has become a dead word on the big paper of heaven and earth.
The boy in black is a rare match for his opponent. He originally wanted to beat the opponent more, but now he has bigger things waiting for him to do.
His body is slightly side, the black robe that has always been windless and automatic is still at this moment, his pale skin shows a faint, cyan bloodshot, and his pupils are also swallowed in darkness.
"What is that?" someone exclaimed on the sword court.
Behind the boy in black, eight huge pythons appeared.
It's not a complete python, it's more like the extremely long neck of some creature, or a giant octopus upside down.
The eight giant pythons appeared behind them. The giant pythons seemed to be carved out of a mold. They were exactly the same in length and appearance, and even their movements were synchronized.
Jing Yangxia couldn't bear it anymore, the Bixiao Sword was out of its sheath and hung above the sword field: "Bold monsters, dare to come to my sword sect to be rampant."
Ten Wu said coldly: "Does the peak master want to break the rules?"
"It is a matter of course for immortals to kill demons."
The boy in black said: "This is my innate spirit. How can the innate spirit say good and evil?"
Jing Yangxia has lived for many years, with an old-fashioned vision, knowing that this is not an innate spirit at all, but the phantom body of Jiuying.
He originally wanted to drop the sword directly and cut the young man out of the peak.
Ning Changjiu glanced at him and shook his head gently.
The appearance of Jiuying was something he had expected.
"You really are incomplete." Ning Changjiu said.
The boy in black said: "I am complete now."
Ning Changjiu said: "Jiuying lacks the most critical part, so you have been created as a replacement and become its brain. This is a good idea, but have you ever thought about waiting for the most central head of Jiuying If you find it back, you lose your value."
The black-clothed boy sneered: "You want to instigate separation in a few words? You are really smart, but the ninth baby is already dead. Even if you find its bones, it just makes me complete and can't replace me at all."
Ning Changjiu thought of the black giant python in Liantian Town, and said: "I have seen the ninth infant spirit. Although it was badly injured, it is still alive. It has its own consciousness and has no deception. If you are lost, you are just a temporary substitute."
The black-clothed boy looked dark.
Shiwu frowned and immediately said: "When we find the last infant spirit, I will personally let you kill it and replace it."
Speaking, Shiwu bit his fingertips across his palm.
There was a thunderbolt in the blue sky and thunder roared.
It was a sign of blood oath.
The black-clothed boy's expression eased a bit. He should have thanked the boy in front of him, but he didn't know why, but he was furious and wanted to frustrate him.
Jiuying’s Faxiang stood upright, almost flooding the entire sword field. Some timid disciples even burst into tears and fled towards the inner peak.
The heavenly body also gave Ning Changjiu a great sense of oppression.
But the sense of oppression disappeared very quickly. In his purple mansion, the golden crow hissed and couldn't help but want to break through the purple mansion.
The young man in black jumped into the air holding a black knife and stepped on a head. His figure fell with the giant python-like body. When the black knife fell in the air, the other seven heads were also like the heads. Following the fall in kind.
Boom! boom! boom!
The sound of the crash is earth-shattering.
On the unbreakable magic circle, the huge head fell, smashing it out of many huge holes.
Those holes also formed a big array.
Ning Changjiu's figure was locked in the center of the big formation.
The black sword, the black-clothed boy, and the black revealing the body, it was a whirlwind that fell in the sky, engulfing the entire sky and falling together.
Everyone held their breath.
Lu Jiajia couldn't think of a way to break the game. She originally planned to go straight out of the sword and interrupt the martial arts match desperately, but Ning Changjiu's always calm face forced her to suppress her murderous aura.
The next moment, everyone saw a scene they could never forget in this life.
The head of the giant python-like Jiuying hit the ground.
Ning Changjiu grabbed its head with one hand and pressed it to the ground, while the other held the sword and collided with the black knife.
The black sword was overturned, and Ning Changjiu's sword was also broken in two.
But he used the broken sword to pierce his pinched head.
The sword cuts into the law body.
Nine Infant Faxiang and the black-clothed boy screamed in pain.
No one wants to understand how such a huge head was held under his hand by his weight, and that head really did not dare to move.
I can't even understand it.
After he recovered from his shock, he discovered that a crow with dark gold feathers stood on the neck of the giant python-like nine infants. The crow had a crown of hair like a stamen on its head, three underneath him. The feet are slender.
It looks so vulnerable, but at the moment it looks like a golden-winged roc bird feeding on dragons. It arrogantly stepped on one of Jiuying’s heads, so the other seven heads dared not move. a bit.
The black-clothed boy stared at the golden crow, as if some memory broke through the dam of history, like a flood.
"It's you! It's you! You're not dead... You're not dead!" The black-clothed boy yelled at Ning Changjiu frantically.
No one had time to guess who the "you" in his mouth was. They only knew that the black-clothed boy was inexplicably mad, and the fear in his heart also aroused a boundless killing intent.
The Golden Crow shattered the world, the Nine Infant Laws shattered, and the black-clothed boy suffered a great backlash, spurting blood, but he still did not give in.
He stretched out his hand suddenly, the space solidified, and then turned into a sword. He suddenly held the sword and cut it towards Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu grabbed the broken sword in his hand and cut it off at him.
The sound of swords and swords resumed.
No one has seen such a fast sword.
The sword is purely fast, there is not much range of motion, and no fancy moves. The ups and downs of each sword seem to follow the simplest rules, and after walking the shortest path, it slashes towards the enemy.
Even the black-clothed boy who was mad, was crushed by such a fast sword.
"This...is this really our sect's swordsmanship?" Jing Yangxia's eyes trembled.
"Is it the second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra?" Xue Xunxue asked.
"Impossible! I was fortunate enough to see Master cut out the second half of the Sword Sutra's one-and-a-half strokes when I was young. That sword is equally fast, but it's different from this one." Jing Yang Xia said.
"Then what kind of sword is this?!" Xue Xunxue felt a little crazy.
Xue Lin originally wanted to comfort his sister, but he suddenly looked up, but saw Lu Jiajiamu standing there, the murderous intent on his body disappeared without a trace.
Lu Jiama's hair is scattered with ink, the tousled blue silk sticks to his cheeks, and his face is clear, with water in his eyes and tears in his eyes.
Her lips fluttered, as if to say something, but in the end it turned into a self-deprecating smile.
Heavy rain is falling between the world and the earth, and the helplessness and despair of that day linger in my mind again.
It turned out to be you...
I should have thought of...
No... I thought of it tomorrow morning, but what am I avoiding?
Complex thoughts flowed into my heart.
She found out that she had accepted so many unrequited kindnesses.
It turns out that I am evading these kindnesses that I can’t repay for a lifetime...
She looked at the figure dressed in white, thankful that he hadn't looked back, and saw her embarrassing tears.
"This is the Heavenly Sword Sutra!"
Suddenly, above the Four Peaks, Jing Yangxia's exclamation could not be suppressed.
Everyone heard it.
And Ning Changjiu's rainstorm-like sword stopped, and the sky full of sword shadows merged into a sword. The posture of that sword was very strange, like a ridiculous circus.