Beyond the Divine States Chapter 319: : Thousands of cranes and thousands of snow, Golden Crow with a sword

Behind the dilapidated kiosk beside the wine-seeking table, the dripping ice ridges hanging on the corners of the eaves instantly shattered, cut into countless pieces, and scattered in the air as crystals that refract the sun, walking with the sword energy. Swept into a cold and manic storm.

In the flying sword intent of the crane, the sword aura was like a beast from a cage, with a decisive killing intent, it rushed to Ning Changjiu's back with the momentum of overwhelming the river and the sea.

Ning Changjiu moved the moment he felt the killing intent.

He wanted to rely on the exchange of virtual reality between the water and the moon in the mirror, but under the suppression of the opponent's powerful Dao realm, whether it was ice, snow or the lake, was covered by the vast sword energy, and he could not reflect his shadow.

Ning Changjiu's figure leaned forward, his back almost slid against the tip of the sword, at the same time he twisted and turned, his arm sleeves were raised, and he gestured.

As Baihe's sword aura was approaching, countless swords of light suddenly burst into Ning Changjiu's clothes.

Just like when Liu Xiwan confronted the enemy in the command building, the Taoist seal, the secret technique of the gods, the unique knowledge of the sword, the thousands of spiritual swords are like a tornado gathering soaring in the sea of ​​knowledge, with his simple finger Excited together, the yellow and purple blooming in front of him, like a peak burning in the evening in autumn.

Although Ning Changjiu's sword is a late attacker, his momentum is not lost at all.

The two collided instantly.

Roar!

The light that explodes at once is like a violent wind wrapped in countless snow-white confetti raging around.

This dilapidated small pavilion that has not fallen for many years, all the delicate wooden structures were instantly crushed and destroyed by spiritual power, and swept all around with a white-wave storm.

The frozen lake exploded at the same time, and the thick ice layer was like a snow cow arching back, pushing up high, breaking open countless cracks, a large amount of lake water gushing out from the cracks, waves surging, like a fountain Zhen to the sky.

This encounter in the wilderness started without warning, and the explosion that was triggered in an instant destroyed everything around it unexpectedly.

Ning Changjiu’s virtual sword was also shattered by the flow of spiritual power. After all, he could not drive a good sword worthy of his own identity, and the other party was holding the Xuanmingzong’s “Nether” sword. Both his rank and his own spiritual power are far higher than him.

So in this mighty confrontation of swords, even if Ning Changjiu tried his best, he still felt like hitting a stone with a pebble.

After the collision, True Monarch White Crane's powerful killing intent was not offset. He was standing on the rippling lake, holding a sword in his hand that was like a snow-solidified sword, pressing his finger against the handle and pushing forward indifferently.

He didn't give Ning Changjiu any chance to breathe, the turbulent sword intent once again pressed down like a dragon.

Ning Changjiu tightened his lips, the huge spiritual load forced his forehead blue veins to explode, jumping wildly.

The sword of True Monarch Baihe was pushed to his eyes in an instant.

Ning Changjiu took a sigh of relief and took a violent step forward. He didn't retreat but instead moved forward. He didn't have time to simulate the sword move, and only blasted away with a simple punch. On the tip of the fist, layers of spiritual power shook open, slightly weakening the momentum of True Monarch White Crane's sword.

Through this moment, he untied the sword from his waist with his left hand, held the scabbard, and wiped it across like a dagger.

The tip of the sword of True Monarch White Crane hit the scabbard.

Ning Changjiu closed his fists, holding the scabbard in one hand and pressing the hilt with the other palm, using this as a shield to block the opponent's offensive.

The sword in his hand is the sword of the sword pavilion. The sword of the second elder sister bears the baptism of the sword, buzzing in the sheath, like a high cicada hissing in the willow and autumn wind.

The sword seemed to ignite a fighting spirit.

The long-lost face of Zhenjun Baihe stared at Ning Changjiu silently through the sword air and the water shadow. The true monarch is already thinner than a few months ago. The original appearance of Xianfeng Dao's bones was gray and dead, his eyebrows were gray, and his body was even thinner and skinny, as if a snow-white Dao robe was wrapped tightly with bones.

And all of this is thanks to the three people who suddenly broke into the clan.

After he escaped by chance that day, he didn't dare to return to the mountain anymore.

He knew that his life was about to end like this... How could he be willing to fall from the top to the bottom? He made up his mind to retaliate. Although his own cultivation is broken, he has finally entered the five realms. Even if the silver-haired female demon cannot be killed, it should be more than enough to kill another pair of Taoists.

He noticed this boy when he entered the top ranking list. He waited outside for several months, planted sentinels on all the necessary roads, and then chose this place as the interception place.

He waited too long, so he was prepared to kill him with one blow!

But the sword in the opponent's hand has become a variable.

"This is the sword of the sword pavilion?" Although Baihe Zhenjun's Taoist heart was almost gray, he still throbbed when he witnessed this simple sword pavilion long sword.

If it is on weekdays, he will definitely not shoot against those who hold the sword of the sword pavilion, but at this moment, he has died at all costs.

The main sword pressed against Ning Changjiu's scabbard, entangled with it. Baihe Zhenjun flipped his backhand and condensed a few sword qi lightly with a star-picking technique. The sword qi swept up and down with his hand, and then popped out one by one between his fingers, soaring in the air, like a ball. Tian Lei, following different trajectories, hit Ning Changjiu one after another.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and used the scabbard fiercely, the palm of the sword holding the sword was burned red by the overflowing sword aura, and the green veins on the wrist burst out like a dragon and snake twisting downward.

When the sword energy fell like thunder, Ning Changjiu let out a loud shout. As the bottom of the box, the Shura divine art had to be used in advance. Ten thousand golden lights stretched behind, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds, and the huge Shura Dharma body was terrifying. He snarled like a master, waved his fists, slammed into the sky with great force, and smashed the sky.

The True Monarch White Crane, who has not taken the initiative to approach him with a figure, looked at the huge golden magic body, his old eyes turned into a line.

This is the sorcery—the thing he fears.

The true monarch Baihe knows that this is the "tortoise shell" of the white-clothed boy. The head of this old tortoise is difficult for ordinary people to draw out. Only by removing the carapace and peeling the shell can it be killed.

The real monarch Baihe flicked between his fingers, his tactics changed, and his figure pressed on at the same time.

Under the stone foundation of the Canting Pavilion, his clothes fluttered on the surface of the water. As the figure flicked, the huge force pulled the lake up and pressed it to Ning Changjiu's place overwhelmingly.

Ning Chang can't breathe for a long time.

In the command building, he can be described as showing his demeanor to the opponents who came to challenge him. No matter which sect was from, no matter how big a name he made outside, what kind of fairy monk he was, it didn't make much difference in front of him.

But there is a gap between Wudaojing and Ziting.

This is a realm polished over decades and hundreds of years.

The monk has only a few years and a hundred years...

The surging lake brought by Zhenjun Baihe is his half-life of blood and tears.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, frowning. True Monarch White Crane’s spiritual power is like a bone nail, surrounding his body, locking up all his escape air mechanisms,

Ning Changjiu has no way to retreat. He discarded all thoughts of shrinking, opened his sword eyes, and stared at the pressing tide.

In the wall of flowing water, the crane shadow flew out.

Shura made a fist and swung out at the trajectory of Feihe circling.

Ju Lang and Ning Changjiu collided.

The wall of lake water hit Ning Changjiu's golden body of Shura, the golden light penetrated into the water, and the lake water instantly condensed into tens of thousands of drops of water, colliding with each other, and the splashing and explosion instantly collapsed.

In the loud rumbling noise, Ning's long-term muffled hum was engulfed.

He opened his sword eyes, looking for the white crane’s attack to point out the sword, but this half of the lake was still a huge palm of tens of thousands, and with unimaginable power, he instantly smashed his body into the bottom of the lake. !

Ning Changjiu's figure fell.

The lake water removed a lot of the force that was pressing on his chest.

Soon, his back touched the rock. The slippery moss on the reef was crushed and floated up, with countless dead fish washed up on the iron-blue water.

He knows the sea like a net unfolding, catching the trajectory of killing intent.

Don't wait for him to breathe. In the water, countless snow-white crane shadows rushed towards him like swimming fish.

He still has no time to breathe, and his figure sinks, clinging to the bottom of the lake full of mud snails, fleeing quickly, and at the same time, at the source of countless crane shadows, he is looking for the true place of the white crane.

It's not like Bai He fought with Si Ming a few months ago. His realm was crushed and his hands and feet were everywhere. At this moment, his realm was broken, but it was enough to stabilize Ning for a long time, enough for him to use his lifelong learning and show his fists.

The movement of Crane Shadow's fan's wings is as slow as a butterfly, but the speed is as fast as no shadow. It immediately chased Ning Changjiu, clinging to his white robe one by one, just like flowers growing between the skirts of his clothes.

The white flower turns into a blood flower.

The wisps of blood were filled in the gloomy water, and then instantly dispersed by the turbulence.

The golden body of Shura is a dual power between spirit and substance. It covers Ning Changjiu's half body, ignoring the resistance of the water flow, and still constantly punching out many huge holes in the bottom of the lake, but Feihe It was like countless mosquitoes and flies, and they gathered again after breaking up, in an endless stream.

Ning Chang didn't look back for a long time. He walked close to the bottom of the lake, the sword of the sword pavilion in his hand buzzing, as if mocking his master's weakness.

He remained unmoved, his figure flying across the bottom of the lake, wherever he passed, a series of reefs exploded, and broken snail shells flowed toward the luminous surface of the water.

Ning Changjiu's figure flicked upwards and emerged from the lake. The cranes' shadows remained endless, chasing after their tails.

On the lake, the old man Hefa didn't know when it was here. He had anticipated everything a long time ago, standing where Ning Changjiu broke through the water, with a cold smile on his face.

The sword intent in his arms was unsheathed several inches at the same time.

This was a sword that was caught off guard. The sword energy instantly illuminated Ning Changjiu's eyebrows and eyes, silently, as fast as thunder and lightning, and pierced towards the boy's throat without hindrance.

Ning Changjiu also seemed to foresee his arrival. When this sword pierced, the sword of the sword pavilion in his hand had also been unsheathed, and the rushing sword intent was vented, and his momentum was not lost.

Ashake!

Ning Changjiu's sword intent actually overwhelmed True Monarch Baihe.

The sword intent of True Monarch Baihe disintegrated, and his figure was broken by Ning Changjiu's waist.

A paper crane floats to the ground.

Not flesh and blood!

Ning Changjiu's heart beat suddenly.

He raised his head awe-inspiringly, and a crane fell down in the sky. The figure seemed to be slow, but it passed through the space and pressed onto the top of his head in an instant.

Ning hasn't defended it for a long time, because intuition tells him that this is also false.

He looked at his feet.

With one step, the white cranes that had been chasing by their tails condensed into one body and flew out of the water, just like white cranes emptying out.

Crane Shadow is killed.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes.

Shuiyue's mysterious technique in the mirror was activated, and he and the reflection in the lake changed positions. During the transformation of virtuality and reality, the true king of the white crane flew into the sky, and the sky and the water shadow overlapped, turning into a real crane.

Ning Chang hadn't adjusted his breath for a long time. When the cranes condensed, he had handed out the first counterattack sword.

The shadow of the virtual sword smashed through the water, and with the roar of a tiger roaring like a dragon, it pressed towards True Monarch White Crane.

The true monarch of white crane flutters his wings and feathers.

Feather into a shield, dissolving the sword energy from the attack one by one.

And Ning Changjiu, who was wearing the body of Shura, also smashed out of the water after a sword, like a huge whale, opening its fangs, and biting towards True Monarch White Crane.

"There is still more power?" Zhenjun Baihe frowned, and he found that he still underestimated his opponent.

He knows that the other party is extremely extraordinary, that kind of extraordinary is not extraordinary from a famous family, but truly unique and extraordinary.

He has been cultivating in Xuanming Mountain for many years, and he has seen countless amazing disciples, but he has never seen such an extraordinary talent and calm eyes. Even if the two of them were separated by a big realm, this feeling still made True Monarch White Crane fear.

Although he is lower than himself, the look in his eyes is always condescending.

This kind of gaze will only come from the years...

How can this be the case unless the other party has been to a higher realm than yourself? Is it the magic of rejuvenation or reincarnation?

The strange thoughts flashed through Zhenjun Baihe. But life and death should not be distracted by the enemy.

The body of Shura has been pressed on, he looked at this golden behemoth, and pushed the sword out of its sheath again.

Since the assassination, in the contest between the two, Baihe Zhenjun has produced many swords, but apart from the first sword, he has never completely drawn the sword out of its sheath.

He is always gaining momentum.

He has to wait until his energy and energy reach the peak, and then directly use the thunder sword that clears the clouds and waves to kill all the vitality of the opponent.

Ning Changjiu also knows his methods, and he also wants to suppress the other party's methods.

Boom!

Shura's giant fist struck up face-to-face under the cover of his flying sword, and directly banged on the hilt of the opponent's sword, pressing the unfinished sword back into its sheath.

The white feather cloud surrounding Ning Changjiu's side was blown apart.

The figure of Baihe Zhenjun is reappeared.

He looked at Ning Changjiu, sighed, and said leisurely: "My life has been ruined by you."

Ning Changjiu's sword and Shura's fist won again. His face was cold and his words were hoarse: "It was our negligence that we failed to kill you directly last time."

"Hey..." Zhenjun Baihe sighed again, his sword fell like rain, covering the lake where Ning Changjiu was, and said: "We could have talked about it, but you can't help but directly enter the cave, even more. The horned deer true monarch... No matter your ambition is to ask the heavens to gain the Tao or to compete in the middle of the earth, this kind of behavior will only make countless enemies."

Ning Changjiu resisted the opponent's attack and looked for loopholes in his moves. He ignored Zhenjun Baihe's words, but said blankly: "The higher the realm, the more I feel that the whole world should cherish your lives. Anything. I should have asked you about major events, the immortal mundane world has to be overturned in the palm of your hands...you cultivators of the immortal sect, you just live so smoothly!"

On that day, the King Huan Sect blocked the way by killing the immortal building and blocking the mountain, so they had to fall into the situation of the sea country. They were almost dead. Under the aftermath, the average person who died or injured did not know how many ordinary people should be killed...

Ning Changjiu's Taoist heart was furious, and Shura's giant fist kept swinging towards the sky, his momentum was inexhaustible, and countless thunders were blasted out.

True Monarch White Crane dropped his sword in the clouds, and every sword intent cut into a nearly perfect arc, approaching like an electric spirit, cutting his figure into embarrassment and fleeing.

On the big lake behind him, the water curtain sounded endlessly, like a rainstorm against the current.

The golden and white figures are intertwined in it, and the sky is dimly beaten.

Ning Changjiu's sea of ​​Qi is deep, but it can't resist his punches and swords like this.

The spilled spiritual power evaporates around him, turning into a large amount of white air.

Ning Changjiu's sword fixed his eyes on the true Lord Baihe, pinched the sword art in his sleeve, and thousands of sword shadows gathered at the fingertips, making an angry dragon rushing into the sky.

Zhenjun Baihe sneered. His figure changed in the air, sometimes turning into a sword and sometimes being a human being, using layers of moves to digest Ning Changjiu's long-planned blow.

"Hey, it seems that this way I can't kill you." The white crane figure hovered and flew to the surface: "It is time to let you brat boy take a look at what is the five realms and what is framed. The ladder to the sky between Zi Ting and Wu Dao."

During the words, he focused his eyes on his mind, and cut off the flames of all thoughts.

In Ning Changjiu's heart, a huge warning sign appeared faintly, and a layer of goose bumps instantly aroused on him.

He steadied his swaying mind and looked at Zhenjun Baihe in the sky.

The light around Zhenjun Baihe seems to have stopped flowing.

With the crane in the center, an imaginary world is built around it, and it is like a **** or totem in a world.

Under the white crane, countless feather blade storms swept across.

The power cultivated by True Monarch White Crane is similar to freezing.

At the same time, he also spied some of the power of the sky.

That is the masterless power after the death of the candle dragon.

These two broken powers meet in the air, and the erupting blades are all attached with a faint gleam. This kind of light looks beautiful, and it can remind people of death and heaven at a glance.

Ning Changjiu looked around.

The opponent's domain is far greater than what he can display.

He still has no retreat.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, the light condensed in his eyes.

He lifted his huge sleeves.

The two sleeves are like clouds rising from the sides of the body.

Every cloud is all-encompassing.

He once again moved out of what he had learned throughout his life, and all the knowledge and Taoism were turned into real concrete objects, one by one in the sky above him, like countless mirages hanging on the top.

Mr Baihe looked at the young man standing on the surface of the lake and shook his head slightly.

"Battle of trapped beasts."

He said so, then stretched out **** and pushed the sword out of its sheath.

The sword was completely unsheathed, immersed in the sky and white feathers.

This sword is like a mold, and the sky is white jade like silver water.

Silver water was poured into the mold and turned into a sword.

The white crane figure hangs in the air, like the sky.

A terrifying sword intent that almost covered half of the big lake fell in the air, smashing all the way towards Ning Changjiu's place.

At the same time, True Monarch White Crane in the cloud continued to flick his fingers lightly, as if a judge sitting on a high seat, in charge of life and death.

Several pure sword intent fell down and exploded in groups of his arms and shoulders, causing his clothes to shatter and blood wanton.

The sword energy in the center has pressed on the top of Ning Changjiu's head, tearing away those concrete meanings like a ruin, and then slowly pressing him toward the bottom of the lake like a giant palm pressing on his head.

Boom, boom, boom. Several consecutive explosions alarmed the lake.

The shape of the entire water surface is like the concave surface of a bowl.

Ning Changjiu stood in the center, overflowing like a dragon.

The last rock-shattering loud sound alarmed.

Everything exploded.

Ning Changjiu's figure completely exploded into the bottom.

The surface of the water once again closed towards the middle, swallowing his figure quickly, as if covering a coffin for the dead.

The figure of the White Crane True Monarch floats down.

He stood on the surface of the lake, shaking away the sword energy remaining at his fingertips.

The white crane was transformed into an old man again. The old man's old state was more obvious, with gray hair and numerous wrinkles, so old that he did not dare to look at his reflection in the water.

The effort he expended also far exceeded his budget.

It's just... even if you kill this young man, your own way is ruined, where do you go from now on?

The old man sighed, his heart is dead, he just wanted to find a secluded place, waiting to die indifferently.

At this moment, there was another vibrant spot of light in his consciousness.

Ripples appear on the water.

True Monarch Baihe was not shocked, but he sneered and said: "I'm not dead yet? Life is really hard, it doesn't matter, I'll give you a few more swords!"

Speaking, there was a cruel light in his eyes.

The old man pushed out his palm, and the sword came out with his palm. A series of swords with different meanings condensed in the air, falling towards the place where the ripples rose.

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"Sister..."

The clouds and seas of the three thousand worlds are surging endlessly. In the wonderful pavilion that hangs in the middle, Shi Yu stood beside Zhao Xiang'er, whispered to her sister, and then stared at the person in front of her. The phantom water curtain frowned.

Zhao Xianger was sitting in front of Yunxia Ning's case, in front of her exquisite cheeks, a water curtain slowly unfolded, during which Ning Changjiu was fighting with a white crane.

Zhao Xianger watched quietly, expressionless, only her thin eyelashes trembled slightly.

Shi Yu looked at her sister's curvy profile, her eyes rested on her porcelain white cheeks.

In the picture, Ning Changjiu's aura is exhausted, and he was smashed into the deep pit at the bottom of the lake with a sword by Baihe Zhenjun, his aura will be extinct, but Baihe Zhenjun is still worried, condensing several swords, and facing where Ning Changjiu is Cut down one by one.

She looked at the unstoppable point of the sword, her mind tightened, and after thinking about it, she felt that if the person against the white crane was herself, then she was already dead.

Although...Sir Ma is stronger than he was at the beginning, but the ceiling of the Purple Court Realm is only that high. If this goes on... it will undoubtedly die.

"Sister Xiang'er, my mother asked you to guard this place. Even if something big happens, you must never leave without permission. I know that although my sister doesn't talk about it, she loves him. Seeing this The picture, I am also heartbroken, but my sister must not break the rules, otherwise, not only will he die, but my sister will also..." Shi Yu gritted his teeth, sighed softly, and whispered: "I wish I don’t want to work with that Xueyuan for thousands of years with my sister."

Zhao Xianger calmly looked at the shadow on the water curtain and did not answer. Jiuyu stopped beside the water curtain and turned to look at them together.

Shi Yu said anxiously: "Sister, have you listened to me?"

She always felt that sister Yi Xianger’s character, she must draw out her sword at any time, relying on the original magical powers of the three thousand worlds, and taking the world as a ladder to rescue her husband with a sword.

How can I stop it then?

In the picture in the water curtain, the sword of True Monarch White Crane has fallen.

One sword after another, there is almost no gap.

Countless waves blew up on the surface of the water.

Zhao Xianger finally spoke softly, whispering to herself, with an indifferent voice: "This sword was cut for Marry Marry, this sword was cut for Xiaoling, this sword was cut by me, this sword It was cut for... Si Ming, this sword, um... let’s be regarded as Liu Xiwan, as for this sword, it was cut on behalf of all the female disciples he defeated!"

"???" Shi Yu listened to sister Xiang'er's words, shocked and speechless, thinking that I thought you were caring about your husband, and never thought you were doing a sum of money. This is the famous model goddess in Nanzhou. Couple?

After the sword fell in the water curtain, Zhao Xianger's expression eased a lot, and the jade hand stroked his chest, as if he let out a nasty breath.

Shi Yu asked cautiously: "Sister really doesn't worry about him at all?"

Zhao Xianger said coldly: "What are you worried about, you can't die. Hmph, this wild crane is just time to come, if it doesn't come to kill the people, I can't help but beat him from the lower realms! Isn’t it just this bit of pain at the time."

"The pain of skin and flesh?" Shi Yu was slightly startled, thinking that Mr. Ma Ma was clearly in danger.

She was thinking, in the water curtain, the snow lake tore a hole again.

There is no sun in the gray sky, but a round of golden sun shines in the lake, which dyes the entire lake with a hot color.

Under the water, a golden crow flew out.

In the crow, a figure with a torn white coat appeared out of thin air, and the blood on his body was washed away by the lake, glowing pale.

He is like a **** who walks out of the sun, and like a water ghost who has never lost his soul. He slowly straightened his waist and raised his head to look at True Monarch White Crane, whose pupils were like a blazing sun wrapped in pure colored glaze.