Beyond the Divine States Chapter 311: : The fourteenth disciple of Jiange

Among the buildings like a mountain city, the tower exudes shining golden glory, and the white-clothed boy climbed up the stairs, walking along the winding stairs, leading to the highest point of the sky list.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, and the words were quoted.

A young boy with a tender face was holding a pocket attic in his hands. He looked at the boy in white and shook his head slightly.

"Brother, can you see his depth?" A small and exquisite little girl asked beside the little boy.

The little boy said: "I saw his eyebrows, so I shook my head."

The little girl asked: "This son's eyebrows...what's wrong? His eyebrows are very delicate."

"Superficial." The little boy said coldly: "There is frost and snow between his eyebrows. The sword comes, and he can't even do a good job of aura body protection, so how can he be Master Xiao Qiu's opponent."

The little girl noticed that the oncoming teenager had faintly attached particles of frost, snow and ice crystals between his eyebrows and hair. They were slowly melting, moistening his eyebrows, so that one was The cold wind blew her pale and dry face, looking moist, like the mist between the beautiful waters and green hills, and even with a half-concealed sense of blur.

"Senior brother is still observing seriously." The little girl said: "It's just... he dares to come, he must be dependent on it?"

The little boy said: "There are not a lot of people who come to play the rankings, but most of them are just people who want to win fame. However, if you want to gain a reputation through the top rankings and the characters on the rankings, such people may have some skills, but if you Win...Oh, wishful thinking."

"That's it." The little girl nodded.

But this boy looks pretty. It's a pity that I will be beaten later, ranging from being beaten to a bruised face and crippled physically.

Xiao Qiu was only defeated by the disciples of Jiange, and after months of gaining momentum, the spear's intent was unstoppable. These two month-to-day rankings are quite good. Those who want to come from the brothers' mouths have chosen to avoid their brilliance.

The boy in white walked through this building without looking at them.

The little girl snorted coldly, and muttered: "What kind of pretense, walking so slowly, is that you are afraid that others will not remember your face? Still saying nothing...really you are a master?"

The little boy said: "Don't look at it, there is a change in the Stars list... The gods speak again, hurry up and read them. You will see a lot of these ignorant challengers in the future, don't worry about it."

The little girl gave a hum, and began to copy the text that they evolved from the fairy board in the building.

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After a month of wind and snow, Ning Changjiu was a little tired after all.

Wearing plain clothes and carrying an ordinary sword, he did not go to the audience for a round, but walked and breathed in harmony, and slowly climbed to the top of the list.

The tall buildings on the top of the list are covered with snow.

The snowdrift was level and clean, leaving no footprints.

"What's your name?" Xiao Qiu looked at the visitor.

This young man walked too slowly, and he was a little impatient.

Ning Changjiu said: "My name is Zhang Jiu and I come from the Ancient Lingzong."

"Zhang Jiu?"

Gu Lingzong is one of the eight great sects of the Middle-earth, Xiao Qiu certainly knows it, but among the Gu Lingzong, among his peers, the strongest seems to have only reached the sixth floor. In a generation, it is said that only a man named Minglang and a girl named Ning Xiaoling entered the purple court.

Zhang Jiu...never heard of it.

Xiao Qiu said: "I heard that the ancient Lingzong has encountered a big change."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Yes."

Xiao Qiu looked at his moist eyebrows and hair, smiled, and said simply: "Sorry."

Speaking, he reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun standing in the snow, turned and walked towards the house.

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The rules of the sky list are very simple. The winner of the competition on this floor can enter the top floor to see the list spirit. The list spirit will give a long scroll. The winner only needs to write the text book he wants to announce to the world. It's good to go.

So the list seekers don’t need to think about it, just win.

The young man in white came to ask for the rankings. Although it caused quite a stir in the building, most of the people were still busy with their own affairs. Only a few boring talents turned their eyes to the tall buildings, looking forward to the appearance of high-rise buildings. The boy with a face of beating was kicked out by the combination of fists and feet.

Ning Changjiu walked into the house.

Xiao Qiu held the gun and turned his back to him.

It was a very strange gun. The body of the gun was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the long shadows of Xiao Qiu and Ning. It looked so fragile, but it seemed to hold infinite space.

"It is too late for you to leave now, and my gun will not be merciful for your sect tragedy later." Xiao Qiu said.

"No," Ning Changjiu said.

Xiao Qiu turned around, looked at him, and said: "I heard that the new lord of the ancient Lingzong is a woman?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Yes."

Xiao Qiu said: "Did your Sovereign order you to come?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time and said: "Yes."

Xiao Qiu laughed: "I want your suzerain to be a peerless beauty, otherwise why would you be willing to come here at the risk of damaging the road... just for a woman who is desperate for her life, and she won't end well in the end. "

Ning Changjiu listened to Xiao Qiu's words. If he hadn't talked about it, Ning Changjiu had even forgotten that Si Ming was the Sect Master of Gu Lingzong...

And Lu Jiajia is the lord of Yujian Tianzong.

Hundreds of years ago, the suzerain of these two sects was still a couple...

Ning Changjiu thought about this inexplicably, then bit his teeth, thinking about what might happen in the days when he was away, couldn’t help but breathe in... Kind and innocent marriage met such a treacherous and cunning person Bad women, I must have lived a life of dire straits every day... I knew I would bring the marriage with me.

Ning Changjiu is a little guilty.

Xiao Qiu looked at his struggling eyes, thinking that he was poking at the other's sore spot, he smiled faintly: "If you want to go, I won't force it to stay."

It's just that after he left, the now empty Gu Lingzong will be completely discredited.

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "Don't go."

Speaking, he slowly drew out the sword, and said: "Sect Master said that my swordsmanship is good and I can see my marksmanship. You can try it."

Xiao Qiu said: "Your Sovereign wants you to die."

He said no more, he held the gun and twisted his wrist.

The tip of the gun is facing down, sweeping the ground slowly, sweeping over a soft arc.

Ning Changjiu stared at the trajectory of the tip of the gun, and suddenly asked, "The eighth disciples of Jiange defeated you, how many swords did they use?"

Xiao Qiu's expression sharpened.

That battle was his glory, after all, for hundreds of years, the disciple of Jian Pavilion had never been defeated by anyone in the same situation. But this is also his pain point, because three months ago, the myth of the undefeated disciple of Jian Pavilion was broken. It is said that at the Haiguo Banquet, a white-clothed woman Shan Jian defeated the seven disciples of Jiange. The seven disciples asked her for his name, but received no response. There was a lot of trouble in this matter.

What I didn't do let others do it, and it hurts anyway.

This young man named Zhang Jiu is clearly trying to expose his scars.

"Do you want to disturb my Dao Xin with these three kinds of indiscriminate words?" Xiao Qiu gently shook his head, sighing with a hint of anger.

Ning Changjiu said: "I just want to ask."

Xiao Qiu took a deep breath. He didn't know that the tens of thousands of words appeared in his mind, and he calmly said: "Five swords."

Ning Changjiu nodded and did not speak any more.

Xiao Qiu looked at his face and made plans to abolish him.

He held the barrel of the gun with his arms open. One end of the gun was against his back and one end was pointed diagonally to the ground. The muscles under his clothes were slacking like water. The light in the room was like the mirror of the gun body drew away and became dim. All the brightness was concentrated on the gun body. At first glance, Xiao Qiu's hand seemed to be holding a beam of light.

Ning hasn't looked at his gun for a long time, he seriously drew the sword from his sheath.

Xiao Qiu looked at his sword and shook his head again.

He could tell at a glance that this was not a really good sword, but only the level of the sabre sword of the inner sect disciple of the sect.

"Your new Sect Master is really snake-hearted." Xiao Qiu said.

Ning Changjiu did not refute, saying: "It is true."

Xiao Qiu frowned, thinking he was weird.

The words are strange, and the swordsmanship is even stranger.

This kind of monster is like an empty city strategy in the art of war-his movements are very simple and full of flaws, just like a disciple who just learned a sword.

Xiao Qiu has never met such a person, so he feels a little weird. But he changed his mind to think about it, maybe this feeling of his inability to start is just because the opponent has too many flaws, and he doesn't know which one to break through.

He looked at the other's delicate and cold face very upset, so he stopped being patient.

Suddenly, Xiao Qiu's body bent down. That kind of bending is like pressing down a spring with a finger, with the potential to thrive at any time. His toes moved slightly on the floor, and his footsteps fell steadily in an instant. He stared at the opponent's place, his tight body pressed to the extreme, and he broke out in an instant.

The sound of two steps is so fast that there is almost no gap. In the next moment, Xiao Qiu has already jumped up suddenly, like a goshawk in the air. He raised the transparent and bright mirrored spear and swiped it at the location where Ning Changjiu was.

It was a very destructive cleavage style.

Ning Changjiu stood not far from the door.

Suddenly a strong wind rose behind him, and snowflakes rolled in and blew across his profile.

The soft snow blowing in the wind and the oncoming stout spear form a contradictory beauty.

Ning Changjiu stared at the gun.

The spear fell like thunder and lightning.

Steel cried.

Xiao Qiu looks slightly different. He originally thought that this young man would use some strange steps to avoid, but he never thought that he would directly use that thin blade to harden it.

Ning Changjiu caught the first shot, the blade collided with the gun body, his body swayed slightly, and the gun body was also bounced off.

Xiao Qiu's face didn't change, he shook his hand with the gun, and slanted down again at Ning Changjiu's place.

Ning Changjiu stood on the spot, his wrist turned, and the sword pierced into the spear, like a butterfly flying into the storm. This sword almost miraculously hit the head of the gun with precision, and in the metal sparks it aroused, the gun was knocked away by Ning Changjiu's sword again.

Xiao Qiu's figure is in the air, never landing. After the two guns were blocked, Xiao Qiu took advantage of the situation, held the guns in both hands, and pulled a huge semi-circular arc in the air, and smashed down towards the top of Ning Changjiu's head without any fancy.

Ning Changjiu raised his sword and blocked the space.

The gun body collided with the blade, blowing up a snow-white sword fire and instantly illuminating Ning Changjiu's pupils white. His body was smashed by this shot, and he was about to break out.

But Xiao Qiu clearly saw his eyes surprisingly calm in the bright white light.

Boom!

Xiao Qiu's figure fell to the ground, his clothes swelled high, during which thunder and lightning flowed like a dragon, and ample power exploded on him with the intent of destruction. He held the long spear in both hands and shook it violently. There were countless afterimages on the mirrored gun body. The mirrored gun shadows were obviously illusory, but they reflected each other, layered upon each other, and instantly flooded the whole house, turning into a huge wave. Like a high wall.

This was his last shot when he faced the eighth disciples of Jiange.

At the beginning, Zhansi found the real one among his countless spear shadows. A simple sword, with spear shadows all over the sky, destroyed it together.

But there is only one eight disciples of Jiange in the world.

The gun is pressing down like a tide.

The only thing he didn't understand was why the young man remained indifferent.

Ning Changjiu raised his sword. He was deeply impressed with this sword-Qiu Ziguan's ascending sword.

Although Qiu Ziguan's ending is not good, his arrogant world, no real dragons and phoenixes, only the majestic spirit of the soaring road is worthy of the word of the swordsman of that era.

Ning Changjiu held the sword.

The Golden Crow's Light is attached to the sword, the power of Shura is attached to the sword, and countless kendo insights are attached to the sword. They are like fire and thunder, and they are also like candles that are lit in an instant.

Ning Changjiu looked at the sword, but he was still not satisfied. He shook his wrists.

Boom!

Everything on the blade flashed by, turning back to darkness, unable to cast any metallic luster.

This is the sword of the netherworld.

However, Ning Changjiu is still not satisfied, and his wrist vibrates again, and the sword is changed into a blood-red color, with the intention of killing through the sea of ​​people as a mountain of corpses. Raising the wrist again, the sword changed into a fluttering crane, with white rainbows, and on the tip of the sword, the silhouettes of women in snow clothes swayed, drew their swords, and danced in the wind.

This is the sword technique that Ning Changjiu realized when he watched women's dance at the Hai State Banquet, but he had never used it, because Lu Jiajia might beat him if he saw it.

All this happened is just an instant.

Xiao Qiu caught this moment, and he was surprised in his heart, wondering what kind of tricks are you? Where is the sword, clearly I am performing Peking Opera face-changing for myself.

The shadow of the guns flooded the sky.

Ning Changjiu raised his head at the same time, and handed out a sword.

……

The air in the room seemed to be sucked away in an instant, and the snowflakes outside squeezed in and filled the room.

Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared into the snow in the sky.

This is the spell used by True Monarch White Crane.

When gun shadows fill every corner of the house, where can Ning Changjiu hide?

After Xiao Qiu's spear body fell to the ground, he immediately closed his gun and looked back. The heavy snow on the face resembled the fragments of the silver sword, and they separated before the eyebrows, like a staggered current after encountering a reef.

Suddenly, a snowflake fell slowly and stopped in front of his eyes.

"Rampant." Xiao Qiu let out a low voice. Without hesitation, he shot the snowflakes out.

The rest of the afterimages are pressed at the same time.

But the afterimages did not follow his guidance.

Suddenly he noticed that every gun shadow was covered with snow. These snowflakes are like winter cicadas with flapping wings. They are attached to the gun, so the gun can't move.

The snow falling in front of the eyes expanded in the field of vision, and suddenly exploded in the depths of the pupils.

In the dusty silver shavings, Ning Changjiu's sword to clear the clouds and separate waves has been cut like lightning.

This sword contained several distinct auras. Xiao Qiu felt that what he saw in front of him was not a single person, but seven disciples from different sects simultaneously wielding swords, each exhibiting their unique skills.

In his eyes, there is no more underestimation.

Xiao Qiu ignored the mixed sword intent, his mind instantly expanded, locking the position of the snowflake.

He is a disciple of Xuandan Saint Pavilion. What he is most proficient in is spear technique, which is the martial arts inherited from his family. His father was a general of a secular dynasty. Although he could not practice, he had cut off his great military exploits. Before sending him to the Xuandan Saint Pavilion to practice, his father had privately taught him those life-and-death skills. . But Xiao Qiu didn't take it to heart.

He knew that his father was a powerful general, but his father was not a monk after all. The experience honed in the battlefield on the earth is more like the persistence of the elderly. Denying them is equivalent to denying the life of his father's army. He took the long spear handed down by his father, but did not use it, because the scarred spear was too ordinary compared to this "Shadowless" one.

Now that the shadows of the guns in the sky are broken, and a snow flakes cut the eyebrows, many words the old man said suddenly came to his mind.

He thought he had forgotten it a long time ago.

Snowflakes caught your eye.

Xiao Qiu roared fiercely, with a low roar. His body was pressed up, his shoulders stretched with a huge and powerful range, and the mirror-like gun body spit out flames in the gurgling bones, and it pierced out like a throw.

He realized that this was the fastest shot he had ever stabbed so far in his life. In this shot, his abundant spiritual power and tough muscles were pulled to the extreme.

He even felt that this shot could defeat Zanji.

Snowflakes are engulfed by flames.

Ning Changjiu's figure emerged, and his eyes showed a sign of approval.

This shot was fast, but in his time authority, it was as full as an old bull pulling a cart. He spotted the weakest point of the gun body and swung his sword.

The spear was smashed to the ground.

The flame goes out.

Ning Changjiu holds the sword in one hand, half-length in wind and snow.

This was Xiao Qiu's fastest shot. He cracked it, but only used one move.

Xiao Qiu is still throwing a spear.

He stared at the gun on the ground blankly, wondering why.

"You are too costly." Ning Changjiu said: "The sky full of gun shadows seems to be very powerful, but this is not your strength, but your cowardice."

Xiao Qiu's spirit shook suddenly.

He held his head and suddenly remembered how he looked when he was playing against his father when he was a child. At that time, his bamboo knife was knocked down to the ground countless times by his father. His arm was already numb. He cried and said that he didn't want to practice, but his father was reluctant. The stick pounced on, shouting and grabbing.

In the end he won, because his yelling stunned my mother, bowed to his fierce father, touched his head, and acted kindly.

The trance of spirit was supposed to be fatal, but it also allowed him to regenerate enlightenment.

He didn't pick up the gun on the ground, but instead held it in a virtual hand, like holding a gun.

He straightened up slowly and stared at Ning Changjiu.

"I don't know who you are, but I thank you for not shooting me just now." Xiao Qiu said: "I will use this shot to repay your kindness."

Ning Changjiu nodded gently: "It's a good gun."

Xiao Qiu did not speak. He exhausted even the strength of his hair and threw this shadowless shot.

This shot exhausted all his strength.

Snowflakes are still flying in the house.

Ning Changjiu stared at the roaring void and stretched out his fingers.

He could have easily avoided it by relying on the Water Moon Technique in the Mirror, but he still chose to harden it.

The cicada-like snow flapped its wings and gathered from all sides of the house.

Hanxue is a sword.

The tangible sword hit the shadowless gun.

Xue Chao slapped Xiao Qiu before he could react. He was slammed into the wall by a force.

He slipped slowly from the wall and sat on the ground.

Snowflakes fell on his hair, clothes, between his eyebrows, and between his lips, drowning him like a snowman.

Xiao Qiu's lips trembled.

Before his life and death, he had great enlightenment. At this moment, the gun was shot out of nowhere and he was making great efforts, but the two shots that should have turned the tide were easily broken by the other party. Although the young man seemed to have taken some effort, his face was only slightly Bai did not even take a step back.

"Who are you... on earth?!" Xiao Qiu said in amazement.

He has never been so embarrassed.

Ning Changjiu said: "I am Zhang Jiu."

Xiao Qiu feels this sentence is like humiliation. He cannot bear this humiliation. He suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a pill.

That is God Devouring Destruction Pill.

He first became famous because he made this pill in the Longevity Realm.

This pill will briefly swallow the spirit of the ascetic, in exchange for the strength to exceed the limits of the body.

This is the pill for life and death. Although Xiao Qiu became famous for this, he has never taken it.

"Don't eat this, it's bad for your health." Ning Changjiu warned sincerely.

These words completely angered Xiao Qiu. He took the pill, crushed it, and swallowed it.

Xiao Qiu looked up.

His breath has changed, his pupils are burning with blood-red light, and his body is gushing with hot fire with spiritual power.

He rubbed his body and slammed the spear on the ground.

The flame on his body also ignited the barrel of the gun. At this moment, there is no phantom in the gun, but pure and wanton anger.

The previous two enlightenments overlapped.

He held the gun tightly, as if an evil spirit had encountered an enemy who had killed him in his lifetime.

This shot can no longer distinguish between illusion and reality.

"You broke the rules!"

In the sky list, a voice suddenly sounded, unable to distinguish gender, but it was deafening, and almost immediately awakened Xiao Qiu who was lost in power.

That is the leader of the sky list.

"It doesn't matter." Ning Changjiu comforted Bangling.

He stared at the shot seriously, not taking it lightly.

Although Xiao Qiu's realm is incomparable with the other enemies he encountered, he has done his best with this shot.

Ning Changjiu's pupils turned golden, and the same golden glow appeared on the white clothes.

He held the sword in both hands and cut it towards the void in front of him.

The sword cuts through the space like paper.

Fire sprayed, and the spear that was almost hidden in the void was cut out again.

The sword resisted the high-speed rotating spear tip, and the nether air was like a tarsal maggot, instantly enveloping the spear.

The flame was swallowed instantly.

The spiritual soldier thought he was dead, stopped spinning, and lay down on the ground without the strength to fight again.

Xiao Qiu was exhausted and fell to his knees. He stared at the gun and slowly recovered.

"Why... why?" Xiao Qiu never thought about the process and results of this battle.

Ning Changjiu comforted: "You did a great job."

Xiao Qiu can’t accept this answer, it seems like the teacher is teaching himself...

He was dull for a long time.

"Why!" He suddenly raised his head, craned his neck, and asked in a nearly roaring voice: "Why my gun, you can always see clearly! Why..."

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "Your gun is like a mirror, and my heart is like a mirror."

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In the wind and snow, Xiao Qiu carried the gun and stumbled out.

The spear spirit of this gun recovered, and found that he had been deceived. It buzzed, very unconvinced, and wanted to fight again.

But Xiao Qiu no longer has the power to fight again, nor the heart to fight again.

Xiao Qiu slowly walked along the stairs, looking towards him.

At this moment, he didn't know if he had read it wrong, he suddenly discovered that there was also a man climbing up the steps. The man had short hair cut to the neck, and his face was delicate and heroic, and he couldn't distinguish between genders.

The two walked opposite each other, passing by.

"Who... are you?" Xiao Qiu couldn't help asking.

The man didn't look back, just walked forward, and answered faintly: "Jiangaku's fourteenth disciple."