Beyond the Divine States Chapter 208: : The Sword of Shura

Ning Changjiu loosened the front of her clothes for her, and with the other hand, he proficiently opened the belt of her black robe. The robe was a little loose. Si Ming's sucking on the dead branches was slightly stiff, and the corners of her mouth appeared. An extremely shallow arc, slender eyelashes covered, obscured the look in the pupils.

"On the night of Xuexia, I never thought there would be today." Si Ming lied slightly and smiled suddenly.

Ning Changjiu originally thought that Si Ming was off the rack, and when he saw him again, he would turn his face and be angry and kill himself first by all means.

But at this moment, she seems to be very focused on the overall situation. Instead of anger, she smiles coldly, and there seems to be a faint smoke between her eyebrows, and she can't see the slightest killing intent.

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "No matter what old grievances we have before, it's better to let go first. After tonight, we can liquidate one by one."

Si Ming said calmly: "You have the confidence to defeat the sinner?"

Ning Changjiu said: "No."

Si Ming said: "Then what's next?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Be my spirit, I..."

Ning Changjiu's words suddenly shook, and he happened to untie Si Ming's front.

The belt is hanging down, and the dress is swaying.

Si Ming looked at him with a smile.

Ning Changjiu saw a piece of snow that was as fine as fat and smooth as jade. The bottom of the snow was narrow and flat, and there were raised snow peaks above. The snow peaks were extremely cold and arrogant, and did not stain dust. The red plum blossoms at the beginning, trembling in the cold wind and snow, waiting for Jie with shame. And under the snow, there are two straight and lonely mountain roads. Between the mountain roads, the white walls are flawless, and the rift valley is hidden. The rift valley seems to hide the peerless crimson ice lotus, and the slightly folded petals are lightly closed and closed. Among the white and slightly prosperous snow hills, there seems to be a quiet winding path that no one steps in, which can contain pearls and jade, waterfalls and streams.

The smoke and dust of the quiet room seemed to be shining into the melting moon shadow.

Si Ming's red lips gently curled up like a new moon on the top of a tree.

This picture is very beautiful, the halo shines, but the blood on it is like cracks, the scars are hard to hide, and the snow peaks are like plum blossoms.

Ning Changji was silent for a while. He didn't know why he saw this scene, but there were no obvious fluctuations on his face. It was extremely cold.

He thought to himself, if he has any strange emotions at this moment, then he will not only be sorry for Lu Marrying and Zhao Xianger, but also will add a shadow when facing the commandment in the future, and he prides himself on being a gentleman with a clear mind. , So the look must be calm and natural, in line with his own identity, and must not show any throbbing in his heart.

Si Ming leaned his lips, sucking the dead branches like a jade flute. She used to hate others seeing her body the most, but after six days of torture, after the long whip fell in the rain, her mood changed silently. She only found what was happening in front of her was interesting, and she could faintly feel it, if she could Immortal under Sin Jun's hands, then she will truly enter a brand new realm in the future.

There are thousands of thoughts in their hearts.

It took a very short time for everything to happen, and the blending of images and thoughts was just a blink of an eye.

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "Didn't you like to wear several clothes in the past? Why did you change your temper again?"

Speaking, his hand covered her wound and healed her.

Si Ming smiled and said: "Why didn't you think about healing me when the long whip fell in the past?"

Ning Changjiu didn't want to talk nonsense, and continued: "After we healed from the injury, we will immediately have spirits. If we delay any longer, we will really have no chance."

Si Ming had a little temper: "Being your spirit? Is there any benefit?"

Ning Changjiu said: "There is no benefit, this is no other choice."

Si Ming did not answer directly, she handed back the dead branch, and after softly thanking her, watching her injuries gradually healed and becoming a perfect body again, she asked: "Have you seen someone more beautiful than me People?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I have seen it."

No matter how Si Ming changes her mood, she has almost morbid confidence in her appearance and figure. She believes that Ning Changjiu is only deliberately annoying herself, except for the woman who has forgotten her appearance and killed the god. Who in the world can fight against himself?

Si Ming's **** mouth soon scarred, and his injury healed.

At the same time, she also stretched out her hand and activated her authority to cover Ning Changjiu with the power of time, speeding up the flow, and the wounds on Ning Changjiu's body healed visually.

Because her authority can only be used once in a short period of time, so he heals himself and gives him the authority to use it himself is the most time-saving way.

Ning Changjiu's fingers are like a goose on Mu Xue's return journey, leaving the snowy area, the overlapping robe looks like a closed night curtain, covering the snow scene.

Si Ming tightened her belt again. She stood up against the body of the soil wall, tucked her silver hair behind the snow neck, and then randomly found a dried, flexible weed and tied her hair tightly.

She has long jade legs and a tall figure. After she stands straight at the moment, she is even taller than the young Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu looked at her blankly and stretched out his hand: "Ling Qi, let's start."

Si Ming sighed: "It's too late."

The light of thunder broke through the sky, and the lightning flashed, the roof of the house was instantly lifted, and the straw was also instantly ignited by the thunder and lightning, spreading into a huge flame.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming's figures went black and white, and instantly rushed out of the room that was about to be destroyed.

The pure black figure of the sinner was reflected in the flame.

The endless black feathers turned into patches of blood crows, walking noisily, and rushing to the two fleeing figures densely.

The spear of thunder and lightning has turned into a sickle, and the electric light is twisted and swept into a thunder arc, and the abandoned house nearby is instantly destroyed.

The air of thunder and lightning invaded the back of Ning Changjiu's neck.

He ran the power of Shura and ransacked alongside Si Ming. When he approached a huge tree, he paused slightly, stretched out his hand, smashed the huge tree, and drew a sword from it.

The moon arc-like sword light lit up instantly, collided with the thunder arc, and each broke apart, while Si Ming used the authority of time to wrap the two figures at the same time.

They shuttled between layers of time domains, the aura of collapse came from behind, and the surrounding wasteland retreated quickly, and the wind blowing on the face became colder and colder. He glanced at his side. The woman, dressed in a black cloak-like robe, placed her hands on her side, like a fish running wildly in the water, and the oncoming wind poured into her robe.

In the past, the patriarch of that tribe once told him that the deeper the wasteland, the faster the flow of time.

At this moment, he can still clearly feel the abnormality of the nearby scenery.

And the guilty king also shuttled through the small world-like time domains, instantly thousands of miles, wrapped in bright electric light, chasing behind him.

The first counterattack was Si Ming.

She used her authority to wrap herself up and adjusted her time back to before her breath.

She crosses the figure of the sinner.

She was just behind the sinner at this moment before she breathed.

The black sword slashed at the shoulder of the sinner.

Ning Changjiu also stopped, forming a front and back attack with Si Ming to help her delay the sinner’s attack.

The Sin Lord has a powerful "Xuan Jia", and Si Ming also has the supreme divine sword. He can't break the Sin Lord's defense by himself, but Si Ming may be able to.

After all, Ye Chu has worked for hundreds of years to prove that the sinner is not truly inharmonious.

It's just that Ning Changjiu's sword is no more than a three-foot-long mortal product, while the thunder and lightning that symbolizes the law of the sinner is as long as ten feet and a hundred meters. It is difficult for him to get close to the sinner.

Ning Changjiu rose from the ground with his sword spirit and turned into a torrential white wave.

This is the Baihongguan Japanese style.

Ning Changji didn't seek to hurt the sinner, only hoped that he could delay his appearance for a while.

His sword did make a difference.

For a moment when the sinner was slightly different from the gods, the sword of the life was cut on his shoulder, slightly sunken.

Siming felt that the body of the sinner did not seem to be real flesh and blood, but more like a certain kind of aggregated substance. In the wound where the sword broke, what flowed out was not blood, but silvery, divine brilliance.

The glorious ant climbed up the black sword of Si Ming and dyed her blade with a mercury-like color.

Si Ming suddenly looked in a trance, she secretly said that it was not good, and it was too late to draw a sword. The Shenhui stuck to the sword, and the sinner began to invade Si Ming's spirit. Ning Chang had learned from the past. Si Ming was extremely afraid of the oppression and cleansing of the spirit, and she even gave birth to the idea of ​​abandoning the sword and leaving.

Ning Changjiu certainly wouldn't watch the erosion of Si Ming. He turned into a Changhong, dangled in the thunder and lightning, avoided the power of the murderous judgment, and then changed his moves when he approached the sinner. First, he used the technique of water and moon in the mirror to pass through a lightning that fell in the sky, and then set off a violent sword intent in a blasphemous manner, and slapped the sinner with his head and face.

The guilty prince stays still.

Lei Mang flashed, and the blood crow flew back, and it condensed into a giant sword surrounded by electric wires, slamming into Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu has no time to display Shuiyue in the mirror again, and can only urge Shura's body to the extreme, and use his body to resist the harm of the sinner.

The white clothes behind him were instantly shattered, and the sword hit Ning Changjiu’s rock-solid body, sparks splattered everywhere, and then pierced through the flesh and blood, pierced into the body, and the sword intent exploded like firecrackers. , Hit his back bloody.

Si Ming got a respite, and the spiritual platform was cleared, and the blank time of her authority had passed. When it was driven again, it directly dissolved the overflowing glory of the sinner.

Ning Changjiu’s sword aura melted cleanly in front of the Sin Lord, and the huge sword formed by the blood crow behind him kept sinking into his body. Fortunately, Shura’s strength was unparalleled, even if it was the Sin Lord’s sword, it moved slowly. .

Ning Changjiu mobilized the authority of fate to search for a chance to escape for himself.

He found a touch of life. That vitality comes from Si Ming.

After Si Ming pulled out the black sword, his figure flashed and came to Ning Changjiu's side. She cut off the blood crow directly with a single sword, stretched out her hand, and pulled Ning Changjiu's figure out of the group of crows.

The dense flock of crows did not disperse, and continued to cover it. At the same time, the figure of the guilty king flickered, suddenly appeared in front of him, and the slender hook-like claws snapped off.

Si Ming picked up Ning Changjiu, who was injured behind his back, and his figure drifted away. However, where they stood before, the ground was sunken, and a huge slap print appeared.

Ning Changjiu coughed a few times of blood, and gently broke away from Si Ming’s arm. He glanced at the twisted iron sword in his hand, then threw it back, and then another tree dozens of miles away. Inside, took out another one.

"Are you a squirrel?" Si Ming couldn't help asking even in a critical situation.

Ning Changjiu said: "Unfortunately, these swords are not easy to use."

Si Ming frowned and said: "Why do you borrow a foreign object as a sword?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Or?"

Siming said: "You have completed the Shura Shenlu, why don't you use the Heart Sword for your own use?"

"Heart sword?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Siming mocked and said: "You don't think that Shura Shenlu is just a thing to enhance physical and mental power?"

Ning Changjiu looked at his body and wanted to take out the heart sword from Si Ming's mouth, but he only found a lot of fragments of the sword shadow, which couldn't be put together completely.

After a brief exchange, the figure of the guilty prince approached again.

Ning Changjiu has injuries on his body, and it is difficult to get rid of it quickly, and Si Ming alone is by no means an opponent of Sin King.

The small flying formation outside the house was also erased after the sinner arrived, and they have no way out.

The wasteland is once again a desert. At the end of the desert, there is still a glacier. The appearance of this glacier is not much different from the previous one, but the life in it is very different from the previous one. Only after entering the glacier, Ning Changjiu saw clusters of glaciers. The white snow pythons swam across the snow and gathered towards the center.

In the middle of the glacier is not a glacier, but a cold rift. Under the rift, there is a mist of unknown or hot air. Below the abyss is a huge sea.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming looked at each other, and then fell into the abyss together.

The sinner stopped at the entrance of the ice sea.

Many snakes with gray scales passed by him and plunged into the ice sea.

The sinner doesn't like sea water.

Because in the past, there lived an existence that was disgusting and even a little afraid of him. That existence later became the lord of the kingdom of God, and even among the lord of the twelve countries, now the strongest person in combat power alone.

Because the one who was stronger than it had fallen into the world five hundred years ago, and a new **** took its place.

When Sin Lord first came here, he originally thought that this kingdom of God was the kingdom of the fallen **** Lord, so he didn't think it was too strange.

But then he discovered that the truth was not the case.

This seems to be another country.

This thing is unthinkable even for him.

Apart from other gods who are well-known, the fallen one, is there another unknown **** who has also died?

The hesitation of the sinner was also short-lived, and his figure plunged into the sea.

The gloomy sea swallowed them, and the next moment, a huge whirlpool surged in the sea, and the whale and dragon's chants shook in the sea and spread in waves.

"Where to go?" Si Ming asked.

"Follow the trail of the snow snake and go out from the next exit." Ning Changjiu said, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind.

His back injury is a bit serious and it is difficult to move quickly, so he did not resist the help of the commander this time, letting the opponent hold his own hand and walk through.

Not far away, a dim light came down.

Many snow snakes and snow leopards gathered there, and when the sound of the whale and dragon chanted, the creatures began to scatter and flee.

As he approached the exit, Ning Changjiu suddenly pinched his throat and sent out a series of sound waves, imitating the sound of whales and dragons.

The huge sound of water came from behind, and the king of the deep sea, who was so huge that it was indescribable, was like a big ship, and rammed in their direction.

Si Ming said annoyed: "What are you doing?"

Ning Chang did not explain for a long time and kept making this sound.

Countless blisters spit out from behind, and the huge black shadow has appeared behind him, and it is getting bigger and bigger. Its huge mouth is a real, devouring abyss.

Siming immediately used the authority of time to slightly slow down the speed of the whale dragon, but her authority was not complete. The larger the thing, the worse the effect. The whale dragon broke the power of authority and rushed over. Ning Suddenly, he held Si Ming’s wrist with his backhand for a long time, and used the power of destiny to activate the command that they can escape from birth. Then, in the dark, the whale and dragon's reaction became slower, and they rushed out of the ice first. After the cave, the huge body of the whale dragon bumped up.

The Whale Dragon blocked this exit tightly.

It is one of the most powerful beings in this world. It is difficult to enter with scales and swords, and it is difficult even for a sinner to kill it.

Si Ming glanced into the cave, only then did she understand Ning Changjiu's intentions, but she still glared at him, and said, "Go."

Ning Changjiu walked across the glacier with Si Ming.

Beyond the glacier is a chaotic grotto, and there are still volcanic smoke in many grottoes.

Ning Changjiu said: "borrow a strand of hair."

Si Mingxiu frowned, but didn't ask why, he cut off a strand of silver hair and handed it to Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu took over the hair and cut off a strand of hair himself. He moved his fingers quickly, tied every strand of each other's hair together, tied a knot, and then threw it over the body. Place in the cave.

Si Ming understands, this is similar to a method used by grass-roots people. You can use your hair to simulate their breath, so as to be fake.

Ning Changjiu said: "Go out."

Si Ming asked: "Aren't you hiding here?"

Ning Changjiu said succinctly: "No way here, the deeper the better."

Si Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

After passing this grotto, there is another ruined mansion. Deep in those adjoining earthen houses, there is also a temple. They know their minds, and they got into this temple together.

As soon as Ning Changjiu landed on his feet, he vomited a mouthful of blood that had been suppressed for a long time.

He staggered, stepped on the ground grass, and fell directly on the straw mat in front of the idol.

Si Mingmo robe was barefoot and landed gently.

This temple house is very dilapidated. The copper lamps on both sides are covered with dust. The gray curtain hanging from above covers the upper body of the statue. The wooden table in front of the statue is also dilapidated. There are still a few stored on it. An empty white bowl.

"Hurry up and heal me." Ning Changjiu urged while running the body of Shura to ease the injury.

Si Ming stopped and said coldly: "I don't call fast."

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, and immediately annoyed: "It's all this time, don't be scornful."

Si Ming asked, "Why not?"

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, feeling that the world is like a cloud, and compromised: "I implore the priest to heal the wound."

Si Ming sat down cross-legged behind him and asked, "That's how you want to live?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Who wants to die?"

Si Ming shook his head and said: "I can see that you have obsessions and you want to meet someone."

Ning Changjiu was silent.

Si Ming smiled and said: "Is it right?"

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "Not really."

Siming sneered: "Do you think you can fool me?"

Ning Changjiu said truthfully: "It may be three."

Si Ming squinted slightly and said: "It seems that you really want to die. At this time, are you still in the mood to joke with me?"

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "You should heal my injury first."

Si Ming was unmoved, and continued to ask: "Which three?"

"Junior sister, master, fiancee." Ning Changjiu said quickly: "In no particular order."

Siming heard the first two titles and sneered: "Beasts."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "You first..."

Si Ming interrupted: "I want to come to your junior sister who is still young, not counting her for the time being, which one do you prefer, your master or your fiancee?"

Ning Changjiu didn't want to talk nonsense, and without hesitation, he took a white bowl from the table: "Wandi fiancee, Master Wankou."

Speaking, he just tossed it.

With a snap, the white bowl fell to pieces on the ground.

"..." Ning Changjiu knew that he was impatient, and he didn't even control his strength.

Si Ming looked at the [Penquge www.sbiquge.co] bowl on the ground, and said softly: "This is not a good sign."

Ning Changji remembered their voices for a long time, he closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said helplessly: "Although life and death are rich and rich in heaven, I don't believe these."

"Are you worried about them?" Si Ming smiled indifferently, pressed her hand on Ning Changjiu's back, and finally started to heal his wounds, she whispered: "This piece of porcelain is all over the floor, I want to have an ominous sign It's about to fulfill my body."

Ning Changjiu realized that Cheese's real name was Xue Ci.

Si Ming watched him recover his back as before, supporting Ning for a long time in a trance, holding a pinched formula in his hand, and immediately covering it.

"Ah..." Ning Changjiu snorted painfully, and said sharply: "What did you do?"

Siming's hand touched his back, and said: "It's nothing, just left you with the official seal of a priest. Then you will solve the spiritual contract for me, and I will remove the official seal for you."

Ning Chang was silent for a moment and agreed.

Si Ming said: "At that time, I will have a life-and-death duel with you. You should pray that you can win, otherwise, I will be in front of you and take care of that uncultivated dead girl. Life is better than death."

Ning Changjiu said: "The outcome is tomorrow, don't talk nonsense."

Si Ming gave a hum and stretched out his hand.

Ning Changjiu also stretched out his hand, pressed it on, and folded his hands.

Outside the temple, the noisy sound of the blood crow has been heard from afar.

"Go to Jiuyu, soul returns to Jiuyuan, the spiritual bond is concluded, and it will not change until death..."

Si Ming's speech speed is also much faster.

The ritual of the deed is a bit crude.

A black crow has stopped on the roof of the temple.

Siming finished reading the ritual and oath, and immediately said: "Blood!"

Ning Changjiu immediately grabbed the black sword, trying to pierce his palm, but the next moment, thunder light shining brightly on the people and the idols, a violent thunder flash overturned the entire temple, and the sound of thunderstorms was accompanied by a blazing fire. The flame, with the arrival of the sinner, fell from the sky.

The Black Crow has already chased them.

But the sinner must appear at the most critical moment, because this can best destroy their fighting spirit.

The spear of the thunder spear was pierced on the ground that was razed to ruins. The tip of the spear was exactly the center point of Ning Changjiu and Si Ming.

The two were forced to dash in opposite directions.

The Lord of Sin was standing on the gun that was inserted diagonally into the ground. His right hand had already outlined the prototype. When he completely recovered, the two of them could no longer be their opponents.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming looked at each other.

At the end of the ceremony, Si Ming must drink Ning Changjiu's blood before their spiritual contract is truly achieved.

But the sinner is standing in the middle of them at this moment, and it is bound to prevent them from getting close to each other.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath.

He no longer hides anything, and asks silently in his heart: "Are you ready?"

The Spirit of the Sword Classic nodded.

Ning Changjiu's killing intent was reduced, his pupils dilated slightly, and then a golden light appeared.

His consciousness was pitch black, and the only light was lit, and that spot was golden.

That is where the sinner is.

Ning Changjiu stabbed this sword. When stabbing this sword, he poured all his thoughts into it, with a way that even if the **** Lord and true immortal were in front, he would be cut into two pieces by this sword. Stance, pierced towards the only bright spot.

There was a dangerous sign in the sinner’s heart.

At the same time, Si Ming also held a black sword, imitating exactly the same movements, and slashed towards the sinner, confusing his vision.

The sleeve of the robe on the right of Sin Jun just recovered, his hands turned palms at the same time, and he patted the two of them.

"The sword maker died under the hands of this mysterious existence." Ning Changjiu changed his destiny.

The Lord of Sin was also a little confused. He could not kill Ning Changjiu with a single blow, but Ning Changjiu found his way to death. So after the sword was stabbed, Ning Changjiu seemed to have suffered internal injuries, and the sword moved slightly. However, it was staggered from the sinful king, and the sinful king's claws hit the place of his Qihai Sea, smashing his Qihai Sea to pieces.

But Ning Changjiu was not the one who died.

Because he was not the one who produced the sword, but the spirit of the sword in the sea of ​​qi.

Ning Changjiu still has a chance.

Without sufficient realm to support computing power, the Sin Lord also miscalculated for the first time in a true sense.

At the same time as the blood exploded. The commander who pretended to be a sword used his authority to return himself to the position before the Three Breaths—it happened to be Ning Changjiu's side.

She used her sword to pick up a drop of blood and send it to her lips.

The blood bead dyed the entire lips into a bleak color.

The deed is established.

Time meets the authority of destiny perpendicularly.

The point where they intersect is a mysterious and mysterious field, which contains the real, infinite possibilities of destiny, even beyond the traditional sense of time.

The scale of fate has changed from the plane of the present to the three-dimensional that is too connected to the future.

The intersection contained Ning Changjiu's broken body.

At the other end of the intersection, the white robe that had recovered intact came out of the void, all his injuries were healed, and the spirit of the sword was resurrected. As soon as the spirit moved, the eighty-one styles of the Shura Shenlu, all sword-related moves were like carps attracted by the bait, and they swarmed.

Bei Ming Sword, Hanchuan Sword, Baizi Sword, Wentian Han Soul Sword, White Bone Sword, Universe Sword...

A dozen classics hug and gather together, some of them become sword hilts, some become sword halves, and then use the sword of the North Sea as the bone. The steel fragments are pieced together along the sword bones, tightly stitched, and bright as a mirror!

He held his own heart and pulled out suddenly, the silver shining like a silent volcano for thousands of years, rising into the sky overnight.

He forcibly drew a silver sword from his body.

That is Shura's sword.

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