Beyond the Divine States Chapter 314: : Cry of the Sword Spirit

Ning Changjiu's sword swept the cold light across the ground, shining light all over the room. His figure in plain clothes stood in the concealed light, as if he was in a cave of ice and snow, during which the light was repeatedly refracted, falling on the white clothes, to a deeper depth Standing in the middle of the colored hall, like a dream and illusion.

On the side of his feet, on the indestructible floor tiles in the purple court realm, a few thin, white sword marks appeared.

Liu Xiwan looked at him with a complicated expression.

She looked down, looked at the cloak on the ground, and looked at her undulating body curves. Although her tight clothes were easy to fight, she was forced to wear them by the senior sister, which seemed to ask her to recognize Knowing her gender, Liu Xiwan usually wraps her body in a cloak and wraps it tightly. Especially after seeing Ning Chang for a long time, she feels that she is doing it wisely.

I never thought that her cloak would fall to the ground after the first confrontation.

As Ning Changjiu said, the outcome is undivided. She just lost half a move, and there are still many skills and swordsmanship that she has not displayed.

I just lost my cloak, as if my clothes were stripped. Even if the other party didn't look at her, her snow-white cheeks had a faint rouge color.

"I am a man pretending to be a woman!" Liu Xiwan explained convincingly.

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "I see, Lord Xitian."

Liu Xiwan took a deep breath and said: "Your swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot. It has exceeded my original expectations, very good."

Ning Changjiu finally turned his head, his gaze slowly fell on her face, and then lightly passed her body.

Girls are originally based on the divine silver space, and the body also has the beauty of ingenuity. Between the slenderness and swelling, the thin waist under the tight clothes of the girl is especially eye-catching, only the gaze falls, that winding The curve seems to contain the amazing beauty of elasticity.

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "You also exceeded my expectations."

Liu Xiwan always felt that he had something else to say. She straightened her body, holding the sword, her short hair fluttered in the wind of the sword, and in the gentle vibration of the blade, the white air current curled up in a spiral shape. Smoke trails.

"You don't pretend to be calm and pretentious in front of me. I know how rich your mental activities are. I know better than anyone." Liu Xiwan looked at his calm face and wanted to pinch him with his nails.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Since it is a'knowing oneself, knowing the enemy, a hundred battles will never end,' then I am confident to come to Master Liu."

Liu Xiwan closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, recalling Ning Changjiu's sword in her mind. She opened her eyes, her eyes brightened a little bit, and said: "Go all out, don't let me down."

Ning Changjiu slowly raised his sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Liu Xiwan. He sighed: "Don't you understand yet, at this moment, it's not you who are here to probe my reality, but I'm testing your depth."

During the words, Ning Changjiu's sword turned around. Haohao Changfeng floated out from between the belt and the robe, condensed into a white-scaled dragon, spinning around him. The sound of swords is also like a series of ancient Aolong chants.

In the sky above Liu Xiwan, the void instantly cracked and thunder descended.

The girl looked up, her pupils shrinking slightly

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Outside the ancient Lingzong, there are many visitors today. These people all came from the affiliated sects closer to the Ancient Lingzong, and they came to offer the authority held by their respective sects.

Originally, since the ancient Lingzong suffered a catastrophe, many of the other notable affiliated sects have developed dissatisfaction. Although the ancient Lingzong's order to regain power was issued, there was no response. Most people chose to wait and see.

Until Si Ming used the thunder method, he nailed a suzerain who wanted to gather his power and the ancient Lingzong to seize power in Lei Ya, and then destroyed the suzerain hall of that sect, killing the chickens and the monkeys. After realizing the new sect master's fierceness, one by one was silent, and he didn't dare to make any more mistakes.

A white gauze curtain hangs in the Jiuyou Hall.

The big screen is blocked between the dedication to authority and Ning Xiaoling.

Those who came to surrender authority came to the temple with fear, and saw the legendary figure of Trust Mingjun on the curtain of Baisha—a fox shadow that was so big that it almost filled the entire hall.

The nine tails of the fox shadow floated like a swaying ghostly hellfire, even if it was separated by a curtain, it was still awe-inspiring, so I didn't dare to look at it again.

So this is the trusted master Mingjun...

It's just said that Lord Mingjun is a feather snake, this... how could it be a nine-tailed celestial fox.

However, this nine-tailed celestial fox is so huge that I don’t know how many years of cultivating it. If it can continue to cut off the incense for thousands of years in the kingdom of the world, it may also be a chance for them to ascend to heaven.

The representatives of the major sects handed over authority one by one.

Siming stood in front of the curtain. She wore a robes and a mask of a demon fox. The pupils exposed under the mask were as cold as ice.

At this moment, the black-robed woman is like a murderous **** in their hearts, and the face under the demon fox is not knowing how terrifying it should be.

After the people handed over authority, they stood in a row. They lowered their heads and looked at each other in private.

Slowly passing by, many humane hearts are unstable, and fine beads of perspiration have leaked from the foreheads.

"Great Lord Mingjun, this is the remains of your crown, please look over." Si Ming raised his hand gently, slowly tossing the authority in his hand. The fragments of authority are like dandelions. The seed crossed the high curtain and drifted towards the dark shadow behind it.

The **** fox behind the curtain of this murderous women's team seems extremely respectful.

The fox took over the fragment of authority. That huge shadow is the fear swaying in everyone's heart.

After waiting for a long time, the **** fox slowly said: "It is a relic of the underworld, they did not deceive me."

When Si Ming heard the words, she nodded slightly, she turned her head, looked at the crowd, and said:

"Mingjun appreciates your honesty. Everyone, please go back."

Everyone was relieved, but they forcibly endured the thought of turning their heads and leaving, one by one they saluted Siming and said goodbye, until they left the hall, they dared to speed up the pace of leaving.

After everyone left, Jiuyou Palace returned to quiet.

Behind the huge fox shadow on the curtain, the girl sighed in relief.

Si Ming waved his hand gently, the curtain fell, the tall fox shadow disappeared, and the young fox finally revealed his true face.

The little red and white fox sat on the chair, the small one, she looked at the woman in the demon fox mask obediently, and blinked, showing no majesty at all.

Si Ming asked: "How does it feel to be a god?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, and said: "From the outside, it should be quite awe-inspiring, but if you let them know that the fox hiding behind is such a small fox, I'm afraid it will be a joke."

Si Ming said indifferently: "You can adapt to it a few times. First, you have to convince yourself that you are the indomitable nine-tailed celestial fox, one of the highest beings in the demon world. You only need to believe it. Why not be afraid of others not believing it? What's more, there is a sister who will be there for you in town."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, weak and weak: "Thank you Si Ming for helping me all the time."

Si Ming took off the mask, revealing the face of all beings upside down. She walked up the stairs and sat down beside Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling knew, and immediately jumped onto her shoulders, softening Da Da's body circled around the woman's neck.

"Really good." Si Ming stroked the fox's tail, smiling lightly.

Ning Xiaoling knows how to judge the situation. She immediately put away her sharp claws, pressed her palms on Si Ming's shoulders, and gently rubbed her up.

Sister Si Ming is now the top bully here, and no one dares to provoke her. She and Master once conspired

Rebelling, she drew Si Ming's attention away, and then the master cast a slave pattern to restrain her, forcing her to draw another slave pattern. It's a pity that their tactics were easily seen through, and the master and apprentice were punished together.

Now the master has no rebellious intentions. He is as good as a little maid, and he has the courage to bear the humiliation, and only waits for the brother to come back.

"I don't know where your brother is now." Si Ming said suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling, who was thinking about her senior, was shocked, thinking that she was going to wait for her to avenge them. Her tail trembled before she eased her mind, and whispered: "Where do I know? , But the brother worked so hard, it should be fast."

Si Ming pinched his fingers, and said, "It's been more than a month since this, and there hasn't been any news from the top list. Ning Changjiu can be prestigious in front of me. He really doesn't look like a man if he really wants to do something. ."

Ning Xiaoling listened to her slander, and silently wrote down a note in her heart. She had to agree with her: "Well, next time the brother comes back, I will help you to talk about him."

Simming smiled and said: "Your brother is progressing so slowly, maybe you have been held back by some pretty girl. For a while in the gentle village, she was reluctant to think about it, and the little sisters who said she was in danger have forgotten."

Ning Xiaoling mumbled: "That's not something that Xiaoling should worry about. Master and sister are not worried at all?"

"What am I worried about?" Si Ming's beautiful eyes fell on Ning Xiaoling's body.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly felt murderous, she didn't dare to say that Si Ming's sister was a senior brother and third wife.

"The third wife?" Si Ming said.

Ning Xiaoling's soft body instantly stiffened, and she once again felt the power of the five powers.

"No, no." Ning Xiaoling immediately raised her paw, making a surrender: "It's not the third wife..."

Si Ming sat on the throne, his slender jade legs lay lightly, his arms around his chest, his temperament was slight, and he asked faintly: "Oh? Is there anything else you want to explain?"

Ning Xiaoling knew that bad luck was coming again, she thought about it, and tentatively said: "Is it the big wife?"

Si Ming has stretched out his hand.

Ning Xiaoling immediately said sincerely: "Don't worry, elder sister, my brother has never been close to women, no one can shake the status of my sister."

Si Ming's face became more and more gloomy.

After a while, the cry of the little fox came from the Jiuyou Hall.

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Tianban, command building, full of sword energy.

Rulei's sword aura is like unquenchable anger. It is the sword gang that Ning Changjiu shakes out of the blades. His white clothes are like a vibrating piano. In the sound of the piano, the rushing sword aura is more like Hu Feng. Sawfully, wrapped in a roll of sword and rage thunder, it unceasingly smashed towards the girl's location, forcing her dexterous figure to flicker and move in the thunder and lightning.

She seemed to be dancing on the edge of the sword, and it was always difficult to get close to the white dress in her field of vision.

Ning Changjiu was not in a hurry, just standing still, fingers between his left sleeve kept pinching, changing more than a dozen different sword tactics within one breath, and a series of small swords with different auras fell in the air, like A small arrow glided across the water, wiping ripples that are difficult to equalize in the space, spreading out their trajectories, and shooting at the girl's figure.

Liu Xiwan was obscured by the chaotic sword shadow of the other party. She squeezed the group, stabilized the sword's heart, let go of the arrogance in her heart, and dealt with the other party as a stronger opponent than herself. Seek a way to break the game in adversity.

She knows that Ning Changjiu’s move is terrifying and oppressive, but the consumption of himself is equally serious. Although he looks calm and calm, his spiritual consciousness must be tight, searching for his own flaws. .

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In that case...

I will sell you a flaw!

Where Liu Xiwan's figure moved, a sword thunder fell in the air. She deliberately half-and-half, her body collided with the sword thunder, her feet staggered slightly, her breath fluctuated, and her pupils showed a slight surprise.

Sure enough, after she could not hide from this sword thunder, Ning Changjiu, who had been standing leisurely, moved.

He is like a mountain when he is still, and like thunder when he is moving. After his figure disappeared in the same place, all the sword intents accumulated in the command building exploded in an instant, making noises steadily.

It's here... Liu Xiwan's expression condensed, her pupils turned into snow-white colors, and the reflection of Ning Changjiu's trajectory in the heavy sword shadow.

Shoo!

The moment before Ning Changjiu's figure was shot like an arrow, Liu Xiwan staggered with a ghostly footwork. The distance between the two of them was pulled apart in an instant. Liu Xiwan’s sword art was already pinched in her hand, and only the last was left. a bit. After she dodged behind Ning Changjiu, the sword art was complete.

In Liu Xiwan's sleeves, several condensed Changhong sword intent came out, and hit Ning Changjiu's back. At the same time, she was concealed by the traction of these swords, and simultaneously handed out the iron sword in her hand. , Stab his back.

Just as she thought she was going to succeed, she looked at Ning Changjiu's hand with a sharp heart, with a solemn expression--he didn't hold a sword in his hand.

Where did his sword go?

Thinking is only a moment, she raised her head subconsciously, a sword hanging three feet above her head like a **** for some time, and falling along with her raising her head, the timing was perfect.

Liu Xiwan's heart was shocked, and her toes immediately touched the ground, and her figure moved backwards, avoiding the drop of a sword in a thrilling manner.

In this moment of distraction, Ning Changjiu had already turned his head, making a fist with his left hand and blasting out, using that ape monster to shake the mountain and shake the mountain, forcibly smashed the several sword qi Changhong that was rushing towards his face. At the same time, his right hand turned his palm, with a softness that was completely different from that of his left fist, like a crane riding in the wind and imperial sky.

His fingers directly held the tip of the sword pierced by Liu Xiwan.

The sword of this sword pavilion bends under force, bending into an arc like a waning moon.

After the blade was stretched to its extreme, Ning Changjiu stood still, flicking the tip of the sword with two fingers. Liu Xiwan broke the realm too fast, the pure spiritual power competition finally fell into the wind, the sword straightened, and the accumulated strength in the meantime forced her to retreat, slipping out of the command building, and crashing into the wall behind her.

Ning Changjiu grabbed the sword stuck in the ground and chased after it.

Between the two, the sword gas ignited like firecrackers and exploded frequently.

However, after Liu Xiwan's insidious calculation with a sword in the air, her aura was undermined. At this moment, she was forced by every inch of her thoughts, and her footsteps quickly became chaotic.

After Ning Changjiu chased her, he did not use a sword, but instead used his palm to slap her forehead directly.

Liu Xiwan couldn't avoid this palm, her body was unstable, and she fell heavily on the wall.

Ning Changjiu did not chase, but stood still, and slowly said: "Whether you intentionally or unintentionally, the flaw is the flaw. The fish diving in the water wants to deliberately bite the hook and drag the angler into the water? Why? Stupid...this is the first lesson, understand?"

Liu Xiwan looked at his aloof voice, her heart was angry, she gritted her teeth and whispered: "Insidious villain..."

Ning Changjiu said: "It seems that you still don't understand, so I will teach you another lesson."

Liu Xiwan has a calm expression. She knows that she is a bit inferior for a long time, but the gap will never be big. As long as she is cautious, there is no chance of defeating the enemy. Since Ning Changjiu can defeat a powerful enemy across the border, why can't he defeat him across the border?

As soon as this idea came out, Liu Xiwan's Jianxin became more determined.

She leaned her back against the wall and made a sword guard. This is the starting style of Jiange's unspoken secret.

Ning Changjiu didn't even look at the sword in her hand. He just stopped and stood, holding a sword in his right hand, and standing his chest with his left hand together with his fingers. On his side, the wisps of sword energy condensed into a handleless blade.

As soon as the Jianfeng condensed, they hurled at Liu Xiwan one after another.

These sword auras have different angles, like leaves dancing in the wind, following an ethereal arc, one by one, they pounced towards Liu Xiwan's red eyebrows.

Liu Xiwan also calmed down, she stared at the swords. The slaying inherited in memory and the feelings of swordsmanship in recent years rushed to her heart one by one. Her whole body immediately spread out the sword domain, holding the sword in her right hand, like holding a pestle in the formation, and the sound of Ning Changjiu's sword was exhausted. Her sword domain bounced away.

She bent her knees slightly, and stepped on the wall behind her with her right foot, suddenly exerting force. Her body was like an arrow on the string, and it shot out in a flash, piercing Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu's sword confronted her again, the sword-filled command upstairs, the snow-white cold light kept flickering, affected by the sword's intent, within tens of feet of the high-rise building, no more white snow could drift in.

This scene fell in the eyes of countless people on the long street, even the second senior sister with eyes higher than the sky was slightly surprised. She couldn't judge the situation in the building for a while. If it weren't due to Jiange's rules, she would have to ignore the warning from Tian Bang Bang Ling and step onto the platform to see what happened.

In the building, Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan use swords and swords. The two figures collide and stagger from time to time, making it difficult to distinguish between high and low. Their figures are getting faster and faster, even the continuous afterimages dragged into a continuous line.

None of the two has time to say anything more, putting all their hearts on the sword.

Liu Xiwan brought out the sword heartily, sweeping away the previously suppressed sword heart. In the airtight light of the sword, her figure was like an electric light shuttle, which was slightly stronger than Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu remained silent, while sealing the sword back to the file, pinching the tactics in his sleeves, drawing out a sword technique to enchant Tianzong.

Liu Xiwan is very familiar with these moves, and she sees tricks. The two seemed to have a sharp heart, and they performed those moves that were familiar to each other, fighting hard to separate.

In the tacit understanding of the swordsmanship between the two, Liu Xiwan's castration swept by a sword suddenly stopped, turned up and raised it to Ning Changjiu's chest.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and took the blade with his empty hand again, pinching the opponent's blade with his two fingers. But this time was different. Liu Xiwan had the upper hand. She twisted the hilt of the sword, pressed Ning Changjiu's fingers, and pressed the aggressive sword against his shoulder.

Ning Changjiu was forced to retreat again.

Liu Xiwan bullied her body, and pursued the victory with all her strength.

Then Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared like a ghost. She missed a sword, staggered, and almost fell down again.

In Liu Xiwan's sword body, Ning Changjiu's figure was reflected, and he followed Shuiyue in the mirror to escape into the sword's reflection, and appeared on the spot after her sword fell through.

The place at this moment is already behind Liu Xiwan.

At this moment, Liu Xiwan finally feels what it feels like to be Ning Changjiu's opponent...Even if she knew he would do such a move, she was still caught off guard...Where did she learn this insidious move? !

A sword failed, Liu Xiwan expected that he would take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, and directly turned back with a sword to predict his sword move.

But Ning Changjiu is no longer behind him.

A wind passed by the side of the eye.

Liu Xiwan's shoulders suddenly sank.

Ning Changjiu's hand has been pressed on her shoulder, his five fingers are like hooks, pressing the girl's fragrant shoulders, his fingers are focused, only hearing a plop, he directly pushes the sword spirit girl to the ground.

Liu Xiwan held a sword in both hands to support her body, her silver teeth bite, and made a gurgling noise. But under the struggle, his knees still touched the ground.

"My flaw is not a flaw, but a trap. This is the second lesson." Ning Changjiu said lightly.

Ning Changjiu said that Liu Xiwan had thought about the truth of his words in the first lesson, but at this moment, she discovered that the other party was clearly humiliating herself.

She doesn't really care about the reputation of the sword pavilion. After all, she has only been in the pavilion for half a year, so she has such a sense of belonging, it is nothing more than a little afraid of the second sister... after all, she can't beat her now.

But she doesn't want to lose to Ning Changjiu!

She wants to prove that she is out of blue and cold. She wants to prove that she is strong, rather than being presumptuously admonished by the other party like a child.

Ning Changjiu felt his palm, and the girl's murderous intent was suddenly rolled up.

"This is the sword I always wanted to show you."

The girl suddenly stretched out her hand and slammed the sword.

The sword blade cuts the palm, and the blood drops between the fingers.

Underneath, there seems to be a blazing sun coming from Dongshan, slowly floating in the air, shining brightly on the mountains, brightening up.

This is the Heavenly Sword Sword Sutra!

Ning Changjiu couldn't believe that this was the atmosphere displayed by the assassination sword of the Tianyu Jianjing, but the very familiar sword move followed was clearly the trajectory of the sword!

This is the real sword spirit's move to press the bottom of the box, and it is the foundation of her great road!

After becoming, after half a year of comprehension, she has changed the appearance of this sword!

The girl didn't go to hold the hilt of the sword.

Although the sword in her hand is a famous sword, how can it compare to her own?

She is the most peerless one in the world!

At this moment, Liu Xiwan felt enlightened, and Jianxin became brighter, and the rainbow swallowed the sky.

This is the first time she has made this sword, and it has far-reaching significance.

Ning Changjiu's figure has floated and then backed away. Before backing, countless lights and shadows changed on the side of his body. That was the Taoism he had learned throughout his life. At this moment, the Taoism has emerged one after another, each of them belonged to Huang Huang Yeye. Guanghua.

In the meantime, there are Taoist seals, gods sitting on the road, the true meaning of the sword, the virtual sword, the dark sword, the crane sword, the cold front of the sword master, the dying son of the old man, the sword shadow and the fire. When the sky is gone, there is the sword energy converging to death, there is Shura stretching three heads and six arms, the golden brilliance is flowing, the sword is thunder and shocking, and the fire is splashing!

In one month, Ning Changjiu's true meaning of swordsmanship was revealed, like the true goddess banished to immortals, and the shadows on his clothes were full of colors.

And Liu Xiwan uses her body as a sword, like a silver fire in the sky, she wants to smelt all the aura of Ning Changjiu.

This is her strongest sword, the root of kendo.

Ning Changjiu let out a sigh.

Still not strong enough...

He can take this sword.

But if Jian Ling returns with this sword for the first time, her sword will be cracked innumerably, and the original Kangzhuang sword will be extremely rugged.

He sighed, stretched out his hand, and touched the sword with his finger again.

The white sleeves are all broken.

The sky full of light and shadow exploded into a fire.

Liu Xiwan's sword pierced his finger.

All the moves of the two collided.

Fireworks boiled, rose, and finally died.

Ning Changjiu stood on the spot, his face pale and the ink scattered.

The girl looked at him, then at her hands, her expression trembled.

Her finger is her sword.

"You just...why do you...you!" Liu Xiwan trembled, her eyes trembling, and she stopped talking.

Ning Changjiu smiled, unable to speak.

Liu Xiwan slowly retracted her finger, lowered her head, and screamed: "Is this your third lesson?"

After a long time, she fell to her knees, biting her lip, and trembling: "If you want to be nice to me, why did you always agitate me with your words? If you want to be bad to me, why did you deliberately let me, Help me achieve Kendo? You...you can just change your name to Ning Youyi!"

As she talked, she no longer had the arrogance that Ling Ran had before, and tears slipped down her pretty cheeks.