Beyond the Divine States Chapter 213: : As a slave

The temple, the top of the city of Duanjiecheng, stood opposite each other.

When the long wind passes, the black and white clothes are curled together.

The swords they held in their hands were all iron swords of 500 characters in the city.

"The king's city is on the scene. Those who leave the king's city will lose, and those who hurt passers-by will lose. You can't use the power of authority to fight with the innate spirit. You can only fight with swords and swords. The loser is a slave, right?" Si Ming finally confirmed.

Once this slave war book is signed and any party violates it, the war book will take effect directly, giving a slave mark.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "I have always been a believer, and I must be the same with Snow Porcelain."

Siming said: "Snow Porcelain is my past name. From now on, just call me Siming."

Ning Changjiu hummed and said: "If it is possible, I still hope that there is no such battle."

"Stage fright before the war, this is the taboo of the sword." Si Ming said.

Ning Changjiu shook his head slightly and said: "I don't want to fight, but I don't want to fight."

The dialogue is simple, and their first sword is also very simple.

Between the two, there seemed to be a thunderstorm. It was not a real thunder, but a white sword light that fell in the sky.

Their swords were stabbed out at the same time as agreed.

The sword is swaying under the sky, and every shadow it changes is sharp or soft, like petals falling in a basketball basket, or like tens of thousands of crows fluttering at night.

The two figures disappeared in place at the same time, and the sound of thunder was no more than an instant.

Three feet, three feet, three inches...their faces almost touched each other, and their raised hairs touched each other.

The hair is also a sword, and when it touches, it vibrates like a string, and it flashes past, cutting out a flash of blood on the cheeks of both of them.

The people are veneer, and the sword is veneer. In the blade of the sword like a mirror, the eyes of the two people are like lightning spots that touch each other.

Thunder flashed, sword and fire intersected, everything happened in an instant, and when I blinked again, the two people who were opposite had already exchanged positions, back to back.

"Your sword has slowed down." Si Ming said.

Ning Changjiu knew that his sword was indeed slow. In the past, he had no distractions when he took out the sword, but after a battle with the sinner, he was more or less infiltrated by the opponent's divinity.

This is the divinity of the Lord. The Lord is aloof from heaven and earth, indifferent to life and death, this is the state of mind that he had only when he was free, no matter how mysterious it is, it is not suitable for him now.

His sword is not a ruthless sword, and the concept in his heart cannot be erased with a bit of divinity, so the two moods are intertwined, which makes it difficult for him to calm down, and the sword naturally slows a bit.

This is a bit terrible.

The two confronted the first sword, and Ning Changjiu's fingers leaked a trace of blood.

This is the first thunder in Duanjiecheng today.

When the thunder sounded again, the two figures jumped into the air together. On the roof, the bricks and tiles were all shattered, and the wind turned into dust as soon as the wind blew.

The two swords slammed into each other. Every time the fire flashes in the sky, the two long swords are handed over.

The sound of the sword sound is getting more and more rapid.

The series of fires that lit up in the sky resembled ignited firecrackers, and their figures appeared and disappeared in them.

And for every sword of Si Ming, there will be a bit of extra power, and that bit of extra power is the sword intent hidden in the air. After seventy-two swords, these hidden swords burst out in the air, and wait until Ning Changjiu When he reacted, he was surrounded by seventy-two sword shadows.

Ning Chang hasn't acted rashly for a long time. He knows that these seventy-two sword shadows will not hurt him. He is waiting for the moment when the sword is released.

Siming has a sword.

Si Ming’s sword rushed along with the sword shadow, first a point, and then brightened, covering Ning Changjiu’s white clothes in it, and Ning Changjiu’s tight arms also held the sword instantly. At the moment he took out the sword, he closed his eyes and did not look with his eyes, but stretched out with mental power, capturing the bright spot in it.

Sixty-two swordsmanship exploded ten thousand stars on Ning Changjiu's white clothes.

Among the stars, Ning Changjiu accurately locked Si Ming's sword.

The tips of the two swords were precisely pressed against each other, the blades were bent, and the figures of the two quickly pulled in. Ning Changjiu's left fist hit Si Ming's face door, and Si Ming slapped his fists at the same time. Touching, the two approaching figures pulled apart in an instant.

Si Ming's black robe opened, and the sword flew to the side. While cutting off the remaining power, it also stabilized the backing figure, while Ning Changjiu landed on an eaves and slid to the house with his toes on the ground. The edge just stopped.

Ning Changjiu pressed his chest.

He couldn't help but want to draw the sword, but the sword spirit was still asleep, and the sword of Shura could not exert its peak power. The most important thing is that Si Ming abandoned his black sword. This behavior is equivalent to sealing Ning Changjiu's sword. This battle is not about life or death, so he is not willing to draw the sword against his heart.

This is also a small calculation of Si Ming. She would rather lose some of her advantages and block all the uncertain possibilities of her own.

Si Ming didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Her black dress was like a leaf blowing from the sky, fluttering lightly, passing the wind in an instant, and hitting Ning Changjiu.

Chopping, picking, stabbing, moving around, all swordsmanship and body skills are activated in an instant, and the two figures are staggered after being strangled. With each sword, Ning Changjiu is forced to retreat by one point, in a blink of an eye. , His figure has been forced from the roof to the ground.

The people in the king's city are already empty. They are all gathered on the wall of the dynasty at the moment, watching this peak contest from a distance, and their hearts are shocked.

Ning Changjiu looked like a dead leaf swept into the long street. His body fell to the ground and yet to stand still. The sword of Si Ming came again. The flashing shadow of the sword shone like snow, and Ning Changjiu was in the light and shadow. Capturing the trajectory of the opposite sword, although it can block most of it, there is no time to find a chance to fight back.

If this continues, Ning Changjiu will definitely be forced by this stormy sword until the first flaw is revealed.

And once his defensive momentum is cut out of the gap, what awaits him next is sure to be defeated!

After retreating dozens of steps, Ning Changjiu twisted his footsteps and stepped on the blue brick under his foot. His figure came to an abrupt end as well. He ran into Si Ming's sword, his eyebrows frowned, and he wondered if he was sure he would not kill him?

Siming really couldn't kill him, so her sword deviated a bit and slashed towards the shoulder instead.

Ning Changjiu hit Si Ming's body, but it was like an illusory shadow.

The breath that Shuiyue won in the mirror caused Ning Changjiu to pass through her body like a phantom, and then he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand and stabbed behind her.

The speed of this sword is extremely fast, but Si Ming still reacted, she put on a weird back sword style.

The sword is attached to Xiu's back, like an armor, covering her body, blocking the lightning-fast sword.

After blocking, Si Ming leaned forward, swept away his slender jade legs, and rammed Ning Changjiu directly.

Ning Changjiu bent back, avoiding this knife-like leg that cut to the lower abdomen. At the same time, the tip of his sword stuck in the shaft groove of the opponent's sword body also slid upwards, slashing towards Si Ming holding the sword. Hands.

But this time is enough time to turn around.

With a flick of the silver hair, Si Ming turned around, holding the hilt in one hand, pushing the blade with the other, pressing down the sword that Ning Changjiu stabbed, and pushed directly towards him.

Ning Changjiu's realm strength at this moment is not as good as Si Ming, and he is forced to retreat.

"I underestimated you a lot." Ning Changjiu said.

Siming proudly said: "My swordsmanship is good."

Seven hundred years ago, she was familiar with almost all the kendo scriptures in the world, but she held the authority of time and had few chances of swordsmanship. But on the way of kendo, she is only strong but not weak compared to Ning Changjiu.

At the moment, they are in the same realm. This strong line allows her to earn more money after each confrontation, and this cheapness is the ant colony under the dam. When the limit is exceeded, it will be the collapse of the dyke. .

Before the chaos in Duanjiecheng came, Si Ming had observed Ning Changjiu for three months, and he could not be more familiar with Ning Changjiu's moves.

The two said only a word, and then changed their breath, and then the sword became entangled again.

The first half of Ning Changjiu's Tianyu Sword Sutra was handed out one by one at a very fast speed. After all the starting swords and auxiliary swords were cut out, three swords cut out of the dazzling shadow of the sword. Sword Qi, smashed in the air, are the three most powerful forms in the sword scripture.

In the blink of an eye, three white air gushing out in front of Si Ming, the river rushing into the sky, the white rainbow circling the sun, and the ink rain turning the basin, were broken one by one.

Siming's sword cut through Jian Ying and came to him.

The sword shone into a thread and fell into Ning Changjiu's eyes, seeming to have split his eyes in half.

"Let me teach you what a real sword is!" Si Ming's clear chirping sounded in his ears, and the dazzling sword light pierced Ning Changjiu's eyebrows like a dragon coming out of the water.

Ning Changjiu chose to retreat after weighing it.

Jianguang kept coming, and he retreated again and again.

Si Ming’s sword drew through countless amazing arcs in the air. The silver sword light and black figure chased Ning Changjiu, and every dozens of swords left a wound on his body. .

The two hit all the way from one end of the long street to the other, and Ning Changjiu was bruised and bruised.

Upstairs, Shao Xiaoli watched this scene nervously, and quickly raised his throat.

This battle of the boss is a game of one defeat and two lives. It is not only related to his dignity, but also to his status and status for a period of time afterwards. After all, it is extremely difficult for him to stand up by his own efforts, so he had to play The characteristics of the fox fake tiger's prestige let the boss cover.

She held the black sword in her hand nervously, but the expression on her face remained unchanged, she was extremely majestic, like a cold chivalrous woman or a majestic empress, giving a sense of inaccessibility.

She also knows a lot about the path of kendo now, and it can be clearly seen that the boss's decline is obvious.

But this is not all to blame the boss. After all, he has already exerted so much energy to fight the guilty king, and his authority has been disbanded. There are still many hidden injuries in his body. This time he was forced to take the battle. How can it be a well-prepared opponent?

This life is too shameless!

Shao Xiaoli was itchy with hatred, and he wished to grab his sword directly at the tower to help the boss, and then joined forces to tie his life together.

But she was scared again, in case neither of them had ever played...

She watched without blinking, and had to pray silently in her heart.

The rest of the survivors also watched this battle. Most of them were cultivators. Regarding the realm that the two revealed, most of them had a sense of resignation. But for this battle, even the young boy didn't have any suspense in his eyes.

It was the boy who was injured, the boy who vomited blood, and the boy who was pushed back by the sword.

"Cut the meat with a blunt knife and kill the cow for a day."

"This boy is already strong enough, but unfortunately he still can't beat that enchantress."

"Hmph, how strong is this demon girl? Can it be our majesty's opponent? Remember that day when this demon girl stood beside the king with low eyebrows, and halfway through the meeting, she did not know how to annoy her. I was pulled directly behind and took a violent meal. I guess everyone can't forget the voice, right?"

Shao Xiaoli heard half of it, and immediately sealed her ears, looking embarrassed.

Fortunately, they will never know the truth.

After Shao Xiaoliping recovered his mood, he heard someone say: "This white coat is going to be made into blood, but the demon girl is still spotless, it seems that there is no suspense."

Shao Xiaoli couldn't help it anymore, turned her head coldly, and said: "What do you know? Black clothes are resistant to dirt."

"..." The man was frightened, and quickly said: "Your Majesty is right!"

But Shao Xiaoli's favoritism does not give Ning Changjiu a chance to win.

Without the overbearing and fancy power, their battle is a long-lived fight, a scream of swords and swords.

"I only wanted to defeat you, but you were angry, saying that the loser is a slave, and I don't know who gave you the courage!" During the fight, Si Ming opened with a sword, and the sword light was like a cloud Moon.

Ning Changjiu's Shura physique can resist those superfluous sword intent, but can't resist the sword's edge.

When Ning Changjiu fell out of the full moon, three more wounds were added to his body.

His expression is still calm, but this calmness is like snow under the blazing sun, rapidly disintegrating and melting.

Siming uses the same methods, many of the swords used are tactics that were rare thousands of years ago, and the weirdness of the changes caught people off guard.

The Blood Feather King on the city wall stood with his head high, but his heart was anxious, thinking that this time Uncle Ning was really going to capsize. It was afraid that Si Ming would see himself and remember some enemies, and then shrank back unconsciously. While looking at the people around it, it still held the shelf of the city guardian Guangming God.

"Are you just so capable? Are you the guilty king defeated by such a sword?" Si Ming stimulated him with words.

Ning Changjiu has no time to answer, he sticks to his heart. If the state of mind is chaotic, the sword will be chaotic.

He can't mess with a single point.

The figures of the two of them drew closer again, and the sword light was only an inch in front of them.

"Your sword is too slow." Si Ming flicked it away with a flick of his hand, and took his throat away with a sword.

"Where is that sword? What about a sword that must kill?!" Si Ming's voice also resembled a sword wind.

Such provocative words circulated and frustrated, and with peculiar power, they really penetrated Ning Changjiu's heart.

Ning Changjiu couldn't help but said: "What else can you do besides provocation?"

"Huh? What else? If you win, I won't have a chance to know?" Si Ming showed a smile on his face, she came to him, pressed it with a sword, and broke him and finally gathered together With the power of the sword, once again slapped it flying.

Ning Changjiu's figure floated away, tearing several red lanterns along the way.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, the remnant divinity of the sinner was like a very discordant note, disturbing the whole tune.

In order to maintain his state of mind, he withdrew and ran towards the direction outside the city.

Si Ming quickly followed.

It is the evening, and the night is about to pass. If Ning has no means to win for a long time, there really will be no chance at all.

Si Ming also didn't wait boringly for the night to come.

She chased after her.

Ning Changjiu used hermit technique to hide in the winding royal city.

He doesn't seem to know how strong the life is in the dark, and he even has the feeling of deliberately delaying the other party for fear that she will not be able to win.

Shao Xiaoli stared at the city anxiously.

The sky is getting darker and the wind is getting colder, but the palms of her hands are full of sweat.

She had already thought of the tragic fate of herself and her boss as a servant and a slave after tonight.

Finally, this battle took a turn in a long street.

Ning Chang had played hundreds of swords for a long time, and finally found a chance to breathe, meditating on the true formula in his heart, and then cut out that sword.

Shao Xiaoli's sinking heart suddenly mentioned, she knew this was the boss's skill at the bottom of the box, and she had been waiting for this sword.

The boss never made this sword rashly. It must be the best time to choose the best time. Heh, it seems like this bad woman Si Ming...

Her thoughts are stagnant.

It took a moment for her to realize that the boss was not at the right time, but at the end of the road.

The sword fell in front of Si Ming's eyes like autumn leaves blowing from the wind.

Si Ming really pinched it like an autumn leaf.

"The same move cannot be used too many times." Si Ming regretfully broke the tip of the sword, gave a good word of gold and jade, and took it out with a palm.

Ning Changjiu was no longer able to resist, he slammed open the door of the house behind him and fell into the courtyard.

Si Ming's figure also rushed into the door.

The house was too far away, and the newly built walls were a little high. They couldn't see what happened inside, but everyone knew that the ending was doomed, and the boy in white would not have any chance of winning.

Shao Xiaoli sees the current situation more clearly than others.

Unless there is a miracle, the boss can no longer get out of the three swords under the sword of the life.

Soon, the interlaced sword shadows above the house died down, and the movement inside disappeared.

The night is coming as scheduled.

When Shao Xiaoli walked down the city wall dejectedly, Si Ming and Ning Changjiu walked out side by side in the broken door.

Ning Changjiu's body was bloody, and his steps were a little unstable. He turned his head and looked at Shao Xiaoli on the wall through the night, with an unclear expression.

The miracle didn't seem to happen.

Shao Xiaoli immediately dismissed everyone. She was afraid that Si Ming would go crazy and punish herself directly in front of them.

She Yujian followed and walked carefully behind the two of them.

Ning Changjiu's blood-robed back made her feel a little distressed.

The boss is so powerful, that guilty lord has let the boss beat him away, this bad woman is obviously taking advantage of the danger, and she can't win at all!

She thought so angrily, and then softly spoke, "Master, this is your sword, I have kept it for you very well, it's not broken at all."

Si Ming was always cold, ignoring the sword she handed over.

They walked to the palace together in a tacit understanding.

Only the three of them remained in the cold palace.

The atmosphere is strangely quiet.

"I'll light a candle." Shao Xiaoli said in a low voice, alleviating the embarrassment. She is clearly a king, but she has the lowest status among the three.

While lighting the candles, she wondered how she would please her life, comfort her boss, and convey some experience of being a slave.

She lit the candle, turned around, shrugged her shoulders, and she was shocked.

The scene in front of her made her eyes pop out.

I saw Ning Changjiu, whose body was half of blood standing, with his back facing Si Ming.

And Si Ming did not know when he had lifted the front of the black suit [Xbooktxt.info], and fell to his knees on the ground. The silky long silver hair fell down, covering her almost With a perfect side, her head hangs slightly, and her white neck looks like a swan with her head down.

At this moment, her pride and dignity have not faded, but she kneeled in front of a man in such a humble posture, as if she was just a maid who was beaten and scolded.

"This..." Shao Xiaoli finally took a sigh of relief: "What's wrong with this?"

Could it be that the boss secretly killed Si Ming? This... This is a bit insidious, right?

Ning Changjiu turned his head and finally smiled at Shao Xiaoli.

Si Ming, kneeling on the ground, looked at the ground with his eyes down, and said: "I am the one who lost."

"Huh?" Shao Xiaoli was even more surprised to see that Si Ming was still sober, and said: "What happened to...what happened?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Don't you think the location of the house we entered earlier is familiar?"

Shao Xiaoli was startled. After a short memory, she thought of the house they had broken into before, and she seemed familiar?

No! That is clearly my own home before!

It's just that the house was destroyed once and renovated, but she didn't recognize it for the first time!

But what can this change?

Time went back half a year ago. Before Si Ming and Ning Changjiu met for the first time in a real sense, Si Ming visited Shao Xiaoli’s home. During that visit, she pointed out many traps and formations laid by Ning Changjiu. The first of these is the array of golden threads buried in the ground.

At that time, she pulled these lines out and placed them in her palms. In order to show her self-confidence and destroy Ning Changjiu's will, she just broke them, but did not destroy them.

This formation has been buried in the ground.

Where does life come to play chess, foreshadowing everywhere.

She finally paid the price today for her self-confidence at the time.

Previously, Si Ming Yijian chased into the hospital, and when he saw Ning Changjiu’s familiar eyes, he realized that something was wrong, but unfortunately it was too late. The golden line formation had already been activated, and one of her feet fell. The ankle was entangled with gold thread, and it was irreversible.

In fact, she still had many opportunities at the time, but she just made the wrong choice.

Seven hundred years of instinct made her not hold back the authority to exercise time.

The gold threads returned to the ground, but she also violated the rules in the battle book.

This battle book is the real contract. At the moment she lost, the slave pattern was automatically formed in a certain part of her body, announcing her failure.

Shao Xiaoli listened dumbfounded. She looked at Si Ming with low eyebrows on the ground, and finally realized that the boss really won.

She will no longer be a slave, but will become a master!

Her temperament suddenly changed, with her hands on hips, her eyebrows and her eyes vertical, she originally wanted to take revenge fiercely, but remembering that Si Ming hadn't got rid of the curse herself, she was a little softhearted after all, just saying: "Let me see Your slave pattern."

Si Ming's teeth clenched Yurun's red lips, the unwilling color in the ice eyes rose and disappeared.

In the end, she responded in a low voice: "Yes."

The black robe fell to the ground in an uproar.

Shao Xiaoli's heartbeat speeded up immediately. She swallowed, and she had to admit that she had some love for Sister Siming's body. If the boss wasn't there, she might have rushed forward.

Shao Xiaoli glanced from top to bottom and asked: "Where is it?"

Si Mingmei's eyes closed slightly, and after a faint sigh, he gently separated his legs, and Shao Xiaoli looked over through the dark shadows.

"It turned out... it was in the mouth of a tiger." Shao Xiaoli stared at the inner side of her right leg, and was surprised. She thought and thought, but she didn't hold it back, and touched her hand.

"Don't touch it!" Si Ming wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Shao Xiaoli covered it with his slender jade finger and pressed it lightly.

The legs tightened, and the current in the slave lines ran through Si Ming's body. She looked back and groaned like a dying swan.

After a while, Shao Xiaoli broke free of her little hand, and went out silently, blushing to the river.

Si Ming half fell to the ground. She looked at Ning Changjiu without saying a word.

Ning Changjiu turned around and put on the black robe for her, then lifted her up from the ground, and said: "Don't worry, Nuwen just promises you not to kill me. You are kind to me, I won't What do you touch you."

Si Ming recalled the words that Ye Ning had said for a long time in Xuexia, and sneered: "Pretend to be a gentleman."

Ning Changjiu said: "Believe it or not, let's set off tomorrow, we will leave here together."

Si Ming grabbed the edge of the black clothes, concealing the slave lines on the side of his legs, unwillingness, shame, and other special emotions were tumbling in his heart.

She blinked, not sure if Ning Changjiu was lying to herself.

Departing tomorrow is certainly acceptable to her. If Ning has said something for a long time, she can't wait to leave the city now.

Si Ming suddenly remembered something and asked: "Where is that little girl? Do you want to take her?"

"Look if Xiaoli is willing to come." Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "If she wants to follow, I won't be able to stop it, just let you improve your relationship."

Si Ming's face was pale.

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