Beyond the Divine States Chapter 259: : The fourth floor

The thirteen disciples of Jiange are well-known all over the world. The seventh and eighth disciples are the same body of sword spirit. They are the people born with the sword, and they are doomed to the way of the sword.

Since then, they have also traveled to learn, become famous all over the world, and eventually become disciples of the sword pavilion, and are known as one of the 14 sharpest swords in the world.

Except for the first four disciples of the Juggernaut Master of Jiange, who had been accepted a hundred years ago, the oldest disciple was only over 50 years old.

This is measured by the scale of a monk, and it can even be called a teenager.

The seven disciple is named Liu He, who is more than 30 years old. His eyebrows are like willows, and his swords are like willows. Since the beginning of Taoism, he has never defeated the sword in the same realm except for the sword pavilion. Except for the five hidden monsters in Middle Earth, he is qualified to be his opponent. There are very few people.

No matter how humble the disciples of Jiange are on the outside, they are proud of their inner possessions. This kind of pride is almost arrogant.

So Sword Servant felt very strange.

This trip to the Dragon Mother Banquet was ordered by the Third Senior Brother. Although he did not know the purpose, Liu He had always respected the Third Senior Brother, so he did not ask why, and came with his sword for thousands of miles.

Since then, he has kept his name incognito. Although everyone knows that the sword pavilion is from, they don't know who it is.

The Sword Servant can also understand that the master is afraid of trouble, not to mention that the world they are in is completely different from these seemingly rich monks, one in the clouds and the other in the mud.

It's just that she never thought that the master would have the idea of ​​a sword.

Although the sword body of the unknown woman is worthless in the words of Mr. Qi, in this world, even if he can make a sword for Mr. Qi, it is something to be proud of. If that woman knew that it was a disciple of the sword pavilion who had defeated her, she would also feel that she was defeated and she would never forget her life.

While Jianshi thought about this, Liu He had already boarded the third floor.

He walked gently across the steps, like the sea breeze blowing the lake breeze asking the willows, so the waves rose, and the willow shoots danced, and his depressed realm was like a new bud drawn out in the winter, slowly blooming.

At the moment, on the fourth floor, Lu Jia is standing beside the Lotus Sword Pond.

Sword Tower is the largest of all buildings, and it is also the building with the most complete prohibition and protection. Because sword repair is the most unreasonable, sometimes the sword is defeated and unconvinced, and it must be divided into birth and death, and then fight.

Lu Jiajia is the fastest to climb the building among all people.

At the time of Bijian, everyone reported their family, and some can say a long list, such as "The chief disciple of Yumen Mountain under the line of the Immortal Sect of Ten Thousand Realms has captured Ouyang Jian, the leader of the Six Peaks."

Then he lost faster than he reported his home.

Not for other reasons, just because Lu Jiajia's sword intent is too unbelievable.

The sword tower is only a sword than the sword, after a sword, whoever has the sword intent will win.

The sword body of Lu Jiajia can assimilate the sword qi of the others into his own.

On the fourth floor, no one took the initiative to choose Lu Jiajia as his opponent.

She was not in a hurry either, and sat down to drink tea by the lotus platform.

"When did a sword fairy like you appear in this middle-earth?"

In the end, the rest of the people had finished choosing their opponents, and a man had no choice but to walk to the opposite side of Lu Jiajia. He looked at this beautiful woman, with emotion in his heart, thinking that this beautiful woman with beautiful swordsmanship is like the lotus in this pool, and she should have been famous for a long time, why never heard of it?

Lu Jiajia put down the tea cup and said: "I'm from Nanzhou."

The man was even more shocked after hearing this, thinking that such savage places as Nanzhou could have such a sword fairy?

He took out his sword after marrying Lu Jia, holding a fist and saluting.

He knew that he was not the opponent of the woman in front of him.

Lu Jiajia also won't underestimate the enemy just because she holds the chance to win...Since that day after losing to Ning Zhijian for a long time, she no longer has the slightest distraction and despise no matter who she is against the enemy.

But because she was so focused, when the match was about to begin, her spirit was still distracted by the rest.

She glanced at the entrance of the corridor subconsciously.

The long and narrow corridor is the only way to reach the top of the Jianlou.

Someone else coming?

Lu Jiajia felt the sword intent.

Those who can reach the fourth floor are the best in kendo.

But Lu Jiajia still has an illusion that the sword that slowly climbs up the building is aimed at himself.

Da.

Everyone heard footsteps.

The sound of sword strikes all over the building was suppressed by the slight footsteps.

Everyone looked there together.

"I’m late, I’m bothering you all, sorry." Liu He looked plain, but he was a bit sharp, and the sword he held in his arms was also plain. It was the sword he bought when he first started practicing swords. Not changed.

But the people present are not stupid, they know, who can appear here, who is an ordinary person?

The moment he appeared, all the swords couldn't help but tremble softly, as if they were afraid or surrendered.

"Mr. Liu? Are you Mr. Liu from Jiange?" Someone guessed the possibility and couldn't help but drink it.

For a time, the people in the sword tower were no longer willing to compare swords.

Sword repairers in the Middle-earth, there is no doubt that the most yearning for the sword in their lives is the sword pavilion. When the news that the sword pavilion was about to recruit the fourteenth disciple, many sects of Tianzong wizards were also eager to try. The door did not regard this as a betrayal, but instead felt that it was shining.

Sword Pavilion is the only one who can receive this treatment. The sword saint of Jiange is undoubtedly No. 1 in Middle-earth and No. 1 in the world.

Liu He listened to their noisy discussion and tapped the void lightly with his fingers.

The sound of the sword sounded suddenly, and the sword tower was silent.

"Liu came here on excitement and knew the rules of the sword building. You are better than swords. You don't need to worry about me." Liu He smiled lightly and walked slowly into the building.

After everyone knew his identity, the demeanor of this seemingly ordinary man in their eyes overwhelmed all the famous men.

"Mr. Seven also came to compare the sword?" After being shocked, someone couldn't help but ask the doubt in his heart.

Liu He nodded gently: "Exactly."

They knew someone from Jiange was coming, but they never thought that Mr. Seven would come to compare the sword in person.

In the entire Dragon Mother Banquet, except for the Dragon Mother, who rarely shows up, who can be the opponent of Mr. Seven?

But everyone's spirits are not low. How honored is it to feel the sword intent of the sword pavilion once?

On the fourth floor, only Lu Jiajia is always calm.

She stood quietly on the side of the lotus pond, like a quietly hanging painting, in which the person in the painting exhausted all the skills of her life.

Disharmony soon appeared in this painting.

Because Liu He looked at her.

His eyes are bright and gentle, but they are like a sword. Just a glance makes Lu Jiajia's sword intent no longer complete.

Lu Jiajia was indifferent to his gaze, but asked indifferently: "Are you here to find me?"

This sentence means different things in different people's ears.

Some people have admiration, some feel arrogant, and some sneer, thinking that you used to be cold and arrogant, like a lotus fairy, but now when you see a disciple of Jiange, you have also taken the initiative to invite the other party’s attention, huh, It seems that arrogance is nothing more than a disguise, and the fairy cannot escape fame and fortune.

Liu He's answer also caught everyone's expectations: "I just went upstairs for you."

This sentence is provocative and ambiguous.

Lu Jia married Xiu's eyebrows slightly frowned.

Others only treat her as flattered or nervous.

But Lu Jiajia feels a bit disgusting.

Although she has never been to Middle-earth in the past, who does not know the name of Jiange?

Jiangaku has always been a holy place for swordsmanship in her heart.

Although the seventh gentleman of the sword pavilion is strong, there is a huge gap between him and the disciple of the sword pavilion she thinks in her heart.

The man on the opposite side of Lu Jiajia heard that Liu He said this, and quickly got out of his way.

Liu He smiled slightly and walked across from her with the sword in his arms.

The two are separated by a lotus pond.

"Your sword spirit is not good at cultivating with the same body." Liu He said straight to the point.

Lu Jiajia asked: "What's your opinion?"

Liu He was not stingy, he slowly drew out the sword in the sheath, and smiled and said: "Sword and spirit are the same body. As the name suggests, the sword is also a spirit. It is an extremely powerful spirit that can fit with itself. But you are eager for quick success. The sword fetus is directly refined into the body, in exchange for making the sword body a little tougher, and the sword aura sharper... I get the sword, but it fails."

Lu Jiajia doesn't know whether the concept he said is right or not, but her sword body is cultivated by Ning Changjiu, and she certainly believes in her husband even more.

But even so, she knew that she might have to stop on this fourth floor.

Lu Jiajia said calmly: "You don't need to draw a sword."

Liu He continued to draw his sword, but he did not draw the sword.

The minds of all the people in the room were frightened by his actions, and it was not until Lu Jiajia spoke, that this seemingly random but breathtaking action was broken.

Liu He is not upset, just smiled and said: "Not bad."

"Sword out." Lu Jia married.

They are all swords and spirits, and the sharpest sword is never a foreign object, but itself.

Liu He pressed his palm against the hilt and slowly pushed the sword back into its sheath.

Lu Jiajia also made a sword-drawing motion at the same time.

But what she drew was a sword imagined by her mind.

The sound of the sword is clear as it closes and pulls.

The water surface in the center of the lotus pond is separated.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the two men standing opposite each other in the northwest corner of Yu Jianlou.

Ning Changjiu also looked towards the northwest corner.

On the fourth floor of the chess building, an elderly man came from there and slowly took his seat.

He leaned his crutches on the wooden table, glanced at Ning Changjiu, and then shot.

Ning Changjiu sits in a precarious manner and pays off.

He can feel that the realm of this old man is higher than himself.

In fact, few people in this chess building know this old man who was once famous.

The old man’s invitation was borrowed from a junior in the sect—he hasn’t played chess for many years.

Ning Changjiu gave him a deep look.

Guess first, play chess.

The old man takes the white first.

The chess falls on an empty chessboard, like a snowflake falling on a wasteland.

After Ning Changjiu played three games, from entry to proficiency, he did not have the initial tension, but changed this emotion to caution.

He also picked up the chess piece and fell.

The sword tower is also like a game compared to the sword.

The two first competed, the sword intent condensed like a point, and then rapidly expanded to become a face, and then transformed into a three-dimensional sword field, incorporating the other party into it, and dropping the sword intent like a rain To the other person.

So whose sword power comes first to a large extent determines whose sword field comes first, which is particularly critical to the victory or defeat.

Lu Jiajia drew the sword of her fantasy.

Although the sword is illusory, the intent of the sword is like the cracking of the strings of a lute, noisy, and surrounds like a quiet spring, like tears and complaints.

In the sword tower, the sword intent is sad. The rest of the swords in the building were all infected, and there was a trembling sound of mourning.

That is the sound of the evening wind passing through the countless nights of Tianku Peak.

Liu He was unmoved.

His action is obviously to retract the sword, but the sword aura on his body is out of the sheath.

Lu Jiajia’s sword accidentally expresses sorrow, but its inner meaning is the magnificent waves of a thousand troops.

But in any case, he is a willow.

There is willow in the spring breeze and willow in the winter snow. No matter you are gentle or bitter, he will be safe as usual.

In front of him, it seemed as if an absolute field of sword aura leaped up. When all the sword intent of Lu Jiajia swept in front of him, it would turn into a torrent to separate on both sides.

Before, Lu Jiajia had assimilated countless sword qi, but this time, it seemed that he had encountered a stubborn stone that couldn't be ignited, and he couldn't take it as his own.

Lu Jiajia drew out his sword, and Liu He drew his sword back.

In the invisible sword intent, the two armies fought, and in the lotus pond, the boiling pool of water rose like a curtain of rain.

The rain curtain turned into raindrops and fell.

The black chess also dripped on the board like raindrops.

The old man looked at the chess, smiled, and said: "Young people want to come from a famous background, right?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Chess will not change the rules because of the height of birth."

The old man nodded lightly, knowing that their sect disciples were not allowed to declare their families when they were out walking.

The battle on the chessboard is tense and fierce, and the value of each step is not considered well, which may cause major losses in the medium term.

But outside the chessboard, they started chatting.

"When I was young like you, I also visited the Mother Dragon Banquet. The Caijuanxian Palace at that time was not as beautiful as it is now." The old man said as he straightened the chess pieces on the chessboard. root.

Ning Changjiu said: "Mr. Want Lai was also a romantic figure back then."

The old man smiled and said: "It's all from the past two hundred years ago."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "The old man was injured?"

More than two hundred years old should not appear so old for Zi Tingjing.

The old man smiled and nodded: "When I was young, I was striving to win, and a lot of root causes were lost. Don't follow me."

Ning Changjiu said: "The old gentleman also came to see Mother Dragon?"

The old man nodded and said: "I have a puzzle in my heart. I don't want to die with doubts, so I want to ask her."

Ning Changjiu said: "What question?"

The old man did not say directly, but said: "Don't you think it is strange that the dragon mother has no children under her knees, but is called the dragon mother?"

Ning Changjiu said: "It's very strange, dare you ask Mr. Why?"

The old man smiled and said vaguely: "Because of the Dragon Mother, her existence is far more than three hundred years."

More than three hundred years? Dragon Mother? Ning Changjiu caught a trace of something.

After Ning Chang's micro-differentiation, the old man has chosen a place to place a child, and place a place in a down-to-earth manner.

Ning Changjiu looked at the current situation and fell into deep thought.

The old man no longer looks at the chessboard, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed slightly, as if he was resting on a fake sleep.

He originally thought it would be easy, but he never thought of using up so much mental energy... The old man also felt a little tired.

Ning Changjiu looked at this game and found that at the moment the chess surface seems to be evenly divided, but in fact, his own chess has torn a hole, and the calculations after many breakpoints are very troublesome. After all, he lacks experience and is very inexperienced. It's hard to tell, but he can faintly feel that if he doesn't handle it well, it's an avalanche.

He slowly meditated himself.

There was a crisp drop sound.

The old man knew that he had a good chance of winning in this game, but he was shocked when he opened his eyes, not because of what he played, but because the old man clearly saw his eyes. There is a golden light hidden in it.

The golden light is very pure.

But the old people who know some old almanacs know very well that this kind of golden pupil is very rebellious.

Even if you just see it, it means ominous.

……

This competition in Jianlou has gradually reached its peak.

The other people have already put down their swords and stared at this place intently. They knew that Liu He would win, so their focus was not on the victory or defeat, but trying to understand the exquisite things in their swordsmanship, hoping to learn from it. Capture something beneficial to the avenue.

The fight between the sword towers is largely irrelevant, it is a pure sword fight.

Lu Jiajia grew up in Tianku Peak since she was a child. She is used to seeing the scenery surrounded by clouds and mist. Her sword is a peak that pierces the sky, and her peak is a sword that pierces the sky. She rubbed each other, she stood still, but already had the intention of Jufeng in charge.

And Liuhe cultivated in the sword pavilion, the dogma of the sword pavilion's people is to meet the peak and open the peak, meet the water to intercept the current, and fight for life against the sky.

His sword power seems to be under the wind, but Lu Jiajia knows that as long as he can't crush him, then the opponent's counterattack will be fatal.

Sure enough, there was a shadow in Lu Jiajiajian's eyes—a white figure.

If Liuhe's sword intent is a lake, then this sudden appearance is a beast in the lake.

Lu Jiajia quickly reacted, and that was the spirit Liu He had forged with his sword body.

The spirit is Liuhe's appearance.

Ling raised his arm, and the arm turned into a sword, piercing the eyebrows of Lu Marriage.

Lu Jia married the sword intent and resisted before the eyes.

The cracking sound is clear and crisp.

Lu Jiajia's sword and body are already mellow, but for some reason, when the sword came, she still couldn't resist too much.

But she did not flinch at all.

She faced the spirit and simulated the sword in the second half of the Heavenly Sect of the Oracle into a sword intent.

The sword will kill.

Liu He's expression changed slightly. In his original assumption, the white-clothed woman would be defeated with this sword, but suddenly, he felt an unprecedented murderous intent.

The murderous intent made him feel astonished and excited him.

He twisted his fingers together, his figure and sword spirit were one, and the sharpness and determination of the sword intent skyrocketed.

In front of him, the shadows of countless small swords morphed up from the lotus pond like carps. They flicked their tails up, splitting constantly, like a blizzard rolled up by a hurricane.

Lu Jia married her red lips tightly.

The battle of sword intent is not real swords and guns, but it is full of games that are far from perfect.

Swords collide, like knives that stir each other.

Lu Jiajia fell to the wind, and Liu He's decisive sword intent was crushed by Liu He.

The sound of smashing sword intent is as clear as a chess piece.

Ning Changjiu picked up a black chess on the ground and wiped the dust off it with his hands.

"You are going to lose." The old man spoke slowly.

Ning Changjiu sighed.

Now that the chess has reached the back game, it is very difficult for him to recover.

Ning Changjiu sighed: "The old man is really good at chess."

The old man rubbed his temples. The complicated thinking in this game of chess made him more old-fashioned. He sighed: "Your chess is also very strong. You are the strongest people I have ever met in my life... …One of them."

Ning Changjiu dropped the wiped black spot on the chessboard.

The sun seems a little brighter.

This is a coup, so clever that it can provoke the celestial phenomenon, but it can't reverse the victory.

The old man slowly raised his hand. He looked at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, and was very satisfied with his final battle.

His hand dropped slowly.

Lu Jiajia looked at the falling sword intent like an ice phoenix, with a solemn expression.

The sword intent is like spreading ice, sealing all the possibilities of her sword intent change together.

Even the water in the lotus pond was infected by the sword intent, and it condensed into a thin and fragile layer of ice.

Lu Jiajia closed his eyes.

In her sword intent, a golden crow's shadow broke out of ice.

Liu He looked slightly different.

But he quickly reduced his expression and sighed: "The sword should be straight, cold, indifferent and ruthless, but it will corrode and rust for the years, but it must not be sticky. This is the sword, and your sword is repaired like a human. Even if the outside is indifferent, the inside is not a pure swordskin. The human heart is not like a swordskin, of course it is timid."

This Golden Crow is very powerful, but it's just a phantom, not something that Lu Jiajia really owns.

Liu He's sword intent was turned into a lock, and the circle of shadow of the Golden Crow was forbidden.

This is the icy seal of the sword pavilion, the best sword lock in the world.

No mortal flame can melt it.

Lu Jiajia was frozen by the sword intent, unable to move, and his expression was calm but pale.

The remaining sword intent after Liu Heyi's sword clicked on the eyebrows of Lu Marrying.

Next, the sudden change occurred, and Liu He's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw the fire.

That's not mortal fire.

Lu Jiajia's long hair was slightly raised by the sword wind, and among her long hair, a strand of hair suddenly glowed red.

She didn't know what it was, she just felt warm. This warm feeling was very similar to that of Zhao Xianger's little girl.

Lu Jiajia Bingfeng's Jianyi gains freedom in a blink of an eye, and also stabs Liuhe.

This sword was not stabbed by her alone, it was more like she stabbed it out with Zhao Xianger holding the hilt of the sword. The Golden Crow, who represents Ning Changjiu, cheered and shouted.

The ice on the lotus pond melted instantly.

A drop of blood dripped into the lotus pond and swelled away.

That is Liuhe's blood.

He looked at his eyebrows, his expression shocked.

The whole building is silent.

In the chess building, there is also silence.

Ning Changjiu lifted up his son, he was uncertain, and then gently put it down, he sighed with regret: "I lost."

The old man shook his head slightly.

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

The old man said slowly and leisurely: "I'm going to die."

Although he could win this game, it was hard to win and exhausted his last effort.

There is a third floor in the back, and he is destined to be endless.

Rather than passing away in a certain endgame, it is better to die in this perfect ending.

He dropped the last piece and gently straightened it. This piece filled his breath, turning the place where he was originally alive into a dead one.

The son is like his white hair.

The old man leaned back in the chair, folded his sleeves with his hands, and closed his eyes.