Beyond the Divine States Chapter 320: : The sword that cannot be hammered

The golden light in the lake water faded as the golden crow broke the water surface.

Mud rises in large quantities from the bottom of the lake, and the stench is permeated in the cold wind like a knife.

Ning Changjiu seems to come from the abyss, the water on his clothes is steaming dry, if there is a white mist still lingering in the sleeves, his black hair is scattered, and the golden pupils reflect the shadow of the white crane. .

The old man with Bai Yu floating frowned and stared at him indifferently.

There is no fear in his heart. He has figured out the young man's realm, and all that is left is the other party's dying struggle.

The moment the golden eyes were staring at him, a crane suddenly sounded above the lake of his heart.

Crane wailed and wailed blood, with a deep bone marrow fear, as if Fanzi had seen a high emperor.

The true monarch Baihe was stunned, and the ancient mythology flashed across his mind. He blurted out with a shocked voice: "The three-legged golden crow? Didn't the golden crow have been slain for a long time? Why did you have this ancient Sacred bird, who are you?!"

Ning Chang did not answer for a long time, he coughed a few times while clutching his chest, letting go, his palm was bloodshot.

After being beaten into the bottom of the lake before, he had to call out the Golden Crow and use the broken Sun Kingdom as a temporary shelter. The Golden Crow took him quickly into the bottom of the lake, avoiding the round of great swords. Punish.

But Xiantianling is relatively fragile after all. The sword qi hobs that have spread to the entire lake were washed on the back of Jinwu, and Ning Changjiu’s heart lake and Zifu were all damaged, and the internal and external auras were out of balance and embarrassed. .

It's been a long time since I suffered such a serious injury...

Ning Changjiu gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power to suppress the injury. He looked at True Monarch Baihe and said coldly: "Five realms, only these swords are the only ones?"

True Monarch Baihe was not irritated. He re-examined the young man standing on the lake with golden eyes, and found that he still underestimated too much.

He stood in the cloud, his haggard beard and hair dancing in the wind, the sword intent that had been broken up before condensed again, and for an instant there was a majestic atmosphere.

White Crane Zhenjun said plainly, and the sword he held between his sleeves launched again: "It’s a blessing to be able to see the golden bird, the golden bird, in the twilight years. I want to see it today. The legendary one who lives in the center of Japan almost almost usurped How many feet of light can the Golden Crow Divine Sparrow shed the sun's authority!"

The words of Zhenjun Baihe sounded layer upon layer in the air, like a phantom sound.

Ning Changjiu's complexion remained as usual. He held the Kunlun sword in his hand. The sword groaned in its sheath, and his anger spread over the lake, causing ripples in circles.

Boom!

Ning Changjiu's seemingly leisurely figure suddenly rose from the ground.

The whole lake is sunken down.

The true monarch Baihe used six swords in a row before, which consumed a lot of spiritual power. At this moment, the moves are still in the sheath, but Ning Changjiu has turned into a golden rainbow and pounces.

If the water of the lake is the sky, he is the thunderbolt that bursts out of it.

True Monarch White Crane was awe-inspiring, and immediately pointed his sword straight up, and his left hand also pushed out the'Med' sword. The sword energy evacuated from the sheath and turned into a white rainbow to intercept Ning Changjiu.

Bai Hong vs. Jin Hong.

The two sword lights collided with each other, and the electric wire flew down.

Ning Changjiu held the sword of the sword pavilion. Although the sword was not out of its sheath, the sword intent was already overwhelming.

The sword rainbow of True Monarch Baihe was cut off, his brows were slightly furrowed, his right hand turned his fingers into a palm and he pushed forward, and his left hand sent the sword at the same time. The sword went out of its sheath for another foot, and the sword energy rushed out fiercely, blocking the two people like a current.

Ning Changjiu hit the sword intent of True Monarch Baihe.

True Monarch Baihe slapped Ning Changjiu's forehead with a palm. Ning Changjiu broke through the waterfall like a sword with a stick, and slammed into his Tianling Cap.

The two figures staggered, Ning Changjiu hit a palm in his forehead unbiased, and the figure leaned back. The old man was hit by a sword on the top of his head, and there was a sound of bone cracking.

They forcefully crushed the injury, moved around in the lake and the sky, without stopping their swords.

True Monarch Baihe once again feels how much this young man bears.

Ning Changjiu gave a pointer. He touched his palms, but his palms were like punctured leather balls, burning with flesh and blood, rapidly drying out--this is a magic technique that draws power.

After the sorcery, he held the sword in his right hand, turned his left hand into the palm, and exploded an upright and bright Taoist mudra. After the mudra, the young figure was like a ghost again, converging his breath, and then the magical technique of changing shape and shadow. , Dodges the sword that pierced his heart, and then held the sword in his backhand and pierced his throat.

The old man's throat shrugged, and he sensed the crisis, and his figure was forced to retreat. At the same time, the Dark Sword was completely unsheathed and hung above his head, shining white light, and smashing at Ning Changjiu like a meteor.

Ning hasn't had time to avoid it for a long time, so he can only resist the Shura Dharma body.

Puff!

Ning Changjiu was unable to hold the sword.

The white light stabbed, and the sword broke through Shura's divine body, with blood blooming on his shoulders.

He gritted his teeth, his body was locked, he locked the sword so that he couldn't get in, and then grabbed the hilt with his left hand, trying to pull the sword off.

"With a few drops of your blood, you want to take my Dao Sword? Wishful thinking!" Baihe Zhenjun sipped.

The sword broke away from Ning Changjiu's shoulders, turned into Liuying and flew back, hanging in front of him.

The tip of the sword hangs down.

The old man heaved a sigh of relief. He wanted to pierce the opponent's heart directly with a single blow, but he found that the spiritual power in his sea of ​​anger couldn't help squandering it indiscriminately.

The previous six swords that were cut out wantonly in the lake were reckless...

The old man stared at him.

The young man didn't have the hideous Law Bodies behind him. Instead, there was an electric wire lingering in the white clothes, golden light shining brightly.

Is this the fusion of the physical body and the Dharma body? No wonder you can take my sword...

The old man groaned a little, and said solemnly: "When I was young, the first time I learned swords was by the lake. At that time, egrets rose frequently and flew away from the water. I occasionally got a hint of sword spirit. It is an embryo, polished for a hundred years, and repaired as a sword formation."

Speaking, the sword hanging in front of him suddenly flew out and danced around him, drawing countless circles.

These circles are made up of countless sword shadows, which are like snow, layered on top of each other.

He lives in the middle, his white robe is dancing, his body seems to be swallowed by clouds, and he floats ethereally.

Ning Chang did not go to see him for a long time. He felt the killing intent contained in the sword formation, and suddenly smiled, and said: "You famous monks, you still can't let go of the mastery of life and death."

The old man looked indifferent.

Among the cranes, the swords rang, and the egrets dispersed.

The circles of those sword formations kept zooming in, enveloping Ning Changjiu in a blink of an eye.

Ning Changjiu crossed the sword, thunderbolt again, his figure moved suddenly, and he floated to the top of the old man's head in a blink of an eye.

The old man closed his eyes and stood still.

The circle of a sword formation shrank instantly, just in front of Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu split into the sword formation, his figure was bounced abruptly, and the rest of the circles chased at the same time. Ning Changjiu frowned, and his figure thrilled in one arc after another. A series of terrifying sword auras kept slashing towards True Monarch Baihe, but no matter how tricky his angle was, those sword auras would be blocked by the sword formation.

The layers of circles not only defuse all his offensives, but also smashed towards his figure, enclosing them with three layers inside and outside three layers.

At this moment, these white sword shadows are no longer herons, but vultures that have seen carrion.

Ning Changjiu looked at the dazzling circles in front of him.

He didn't escape, and he couldn't escape.

On Ning Changjiu's body, the golden thread outlined like a totem of Shura suddenly brightened several times.

One by one, sword shadows turned into a round iron chain and flogged him.

On his golden Shura body, lights exploded like fireworks.

The shadow of the sword flows like a stream, and the fragments of the white clothes fly horizontally in the sword aura.

Ning Changjiu still didn't retreat, and took a step in the air, holding back the sword and blocking the oncoming airflow.

True Monarch Baihe looked at the young man who was suffering from the slowness of the ten thousand swords, and shook his head slightly: "Your incorruptible body is indeed a magical skill that is not born in the world. It is admirable. If it is the past, I will definitely spend time with you. Thousands of swords have restored this magical skill, but..."

"Noisy." Ning Changjiu said coldly.

Countless sword qi was added like a knife, Ning Changjiu's iron-like skin was cut open, emitting a color like charcoal, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

But he seems to have cut off the pain, unaware of it.

Between the bones, the sound of firecrackers blasted suddenly, and Ning Changjiu's body was burning with red flames. Based on the white rainbow traversing Japanese style, he successively pinched Qiu Ziguan and Li He's complicated sword art. The three were integrated into the body. Using the body as a sword, he slammed into the ring of the heavy sword and stabbed him in the lower abdomen, with a tendency of burning jade and stone.

True Monarch White Crane has a different color on his face.

The heavy epee ring tightened suddenly, protecting him.

Ning Changjiu hit the sword ring, like an ordinary man, shirtless, hitting a wooden board full of nails.

His body of Shura was instantly dripping with blood.

The sword ring is just cascading ripples, showing no sign of collapse.

But for some reason, he clearly had the upper hand, but Zhenjun Baihe suddenly had a warning sign of death.

He didn't understand where the danger came from, but he did not hesitate after all the battles. He gave up his huge advantage, and his figure exploded directly, turning into a cloud of white feathers.

This is his life-saving technique when facing Si Ming.

There was a bang.

The place where True Monarch White Crane disappeared suddenly ignited a golden fire.

A golden crow stood there abruptly.

The true monarch Baihe looked at the three-legged sacred bird in amazement. He didn't know what was hidden in the small golden crow, but his instinct told him that if he didn't leave before, he would be caught by the golden crow. Swallow it directly!

This weird feeling aroused great fear.

At this moment, he is scattered, hiding in a feather, ready to show up again at any time.

Ning Changjiu failed to make a single blow, but he didn't intend to entangle him anymore. He took advantage of the white crane true monarch's figure before he condensed, and fled directly, the figure turned into a line, and the snow traces that sneaked into the lake were not disappeared. In the canyon.

The figure of Baihe Zhenjun reunited on the lake.

He watched Ning Changjiu walk in the direction of escape, his expression gloomy.

He knew that the other party's injuries were much heavier than himself, and he couldn't escape too far.

But his Dao Xin, which was already heavily injured, couldn't give birth to any intent to fight... He looked at the snow gorge, and even thought of shrinking.

No! Can't go! Zhenjun Baihe immediately dispelled his negative emotions.

It is precisely because the path has been ruined that he had to kill the young man. The swordsmanship that the young man displayed was top-notch, and his body was hidden in secrets. My trip might be a blessing in disguise!

True Monarch Baihe has no worries anymore, he is holding the sword, his figure leaning forward, turning into a crane shadow, and rushing towards the snow gorge.

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Ning Changjiu did not go deep into the canyon.

His upper body was ripped, and his pale skin was covered with blood. He leaned on the cold rock, the tenderness of flesh and blood like needles nailed to the bone.

He didn't use time and authority to repair them, letting his heart split his body with pain.

Since the battle with the sinner, he has never suffered such a serious injury...

If Xianger and the others saw it, they would feel very distressed if they thought about it...

The girl's face appeared in her heart, and Ning Changjiu used this to strengthen her composure.

Behind the rock wall, the familiar sword intent of True Monarch White Crane floated again.

Here it comes.

Ning Changjiu's heart moved.

True Monarch White Crane only crossed the lake and entered the valley, and an almost emptiness of cold iron appeared before his roar and pierced silently.

The sword does not have a gleam of sword light, it is as light as a flowing cloud, as light as a lake breeze, and it is so common as a shadow passing over a fish pond.

It took a moment for Baihe Zhenjun to react to this sword. After this lonely sword, he perceives the decisive and fierce murderous intent.

This kind of murderous intent is thick, like blood that can't be melted, even if it is him, once he feels it, he is startled in cold sweat.

He did not expect that this young man did not escape to the depths of the Xuexia, but waited for himself behind the first rock wall... what a arrogance!

True Monarch Baihe had no time to draw a sword, so he had to block his heart with his fingers.

Puff!

The faint sword pierced his finger and pierced his chest.

Blood oozes from between the robes, dyeing his white feathers red.

This is the sword that will kill in the second half of the Heavenly Sect of Yu Jian.

It's a pity that Ning Chang hasn't had a really good sword that can be used for a long time, otherwise this sword could directly inflict heavy damage on True Monarch Baihe.

Liu Xiwan once said to herself that she didn't want to use the sword of assassination anymore, she wanted to use the sword with integrity. So in the command building, she stabbed herself with the upright sword of the heavenly word, and then she simply defeated...

At that time, he looked at the uncompromising girl and didn't persuade him to do more. But he knew that this was a sword used to kill people in adversity, and could only be hidden in the dark...Perhaps the decree was cryptic.

The sword failed to kill, but drank blood, and the backlash was not serious.

Mr Baihe snorted, crushed his virtual sword with one hand, and then slapped Ning Changjiu's heart with his palm.

Ning Changjiu blocked with Kunlun sword.

His figure slipped quickly, his feet still rooted in the ground, and he slid in the snow gorge for several tens of feet to stop the figure's decline.

The two face each other in the gorge.

There are cliffs on both sides of Xuexia, and there is only a road in the middle.

"You can hurt me so far. Your swordsmanship is already superb." Zhenjun Baihe stopped the blood in his chest for a while and said slowly: "But that's all."

He stepped out one step, his figure turned into a white crane, and flew into the gorge.

Ning Changjiu calmly opened his eyes.

There is no one in the gorge.

The next moment, every piece of snow and every stone in Xuexia was contaminated with murderous intent.

Countless crane shadows emerged out of thin air, instantly condensed into a point, and pierced Ning Changjiu.

This is a full blow from True Monarch White Crane.

Ning Changjiu's body was bowed, and in his body, the Shura God video was boiling water, roaring out of his body, waving a fist enough to break the spine of the ancient dragon, and hit the pinnacle of the five great monks.

A huge torrent of white light runs through the Xuexia with pride, drowning everything.

The snow on the gorge fell heavily, flooded towards the valley, and then evaporated suddenly in the air, turning into white gas that evaporated all over the mountains, and the smoke enveloped Sihe.

In this fight of life and death, the entire Xuexia has become like a fairy mountain.

After a long time, the murderous aura that was as thick as a peak column finally dimmed.

Ning Changjiu and True Monarch Baihe, the two of them smashed apart again when their strength was pulled to the limit. They were separated by a hundred feet, and each other's eyes were as small as dust.

The real monarch Baihe has withered fingers, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his hair was chopped seven or eight, and the white robe was also bloody.

Ning Changjiu’s situation was even worse. He fell to his knees. The huge Shura Faxiang on his body was torn away and turned into golden debris, which was blown away in the wind. It was impossible to recover in a short time, and he was naked. His upper body was also miserable, blood oozing out among countless **** scars, flowing down the lines of the muscles, and many blood puddles accumulated between the broken rocks under his body.

The bones in his knees are also torn, and it is difficult to even get up.

The young man dropped his hands, and the sword of the sword pavilion fell beside him. The Kunlun sword was still in its sheath, trembling endlessly.

The true monarch Baihe sighed leisurely: "If you can pull out this sword, maybe I really become a dead soul under the sword... It's a pity."

He walked slowly towards the boy, extracting true energy from the almost exhausted sea of ​​Qi with every step.

He has reached the five realms, mellows everything, and can recover his self-confidence much faster than the opponent.

Ning Changjiu knelt on the ground, the golden light in his eyes disappeared, blood was flowing on his body, and he was silent.

White Crane Zhenjun walked slowly in front of him.

The authority "condensation" is launched, and everything is frozen.

The silver-haired woman that day used her authority to crush her own authority, he remembers still fresh. But this kind of thing is only an example after all.

"The fairy building is gray, the white crane does not return, the world is upside down, who will change the sun and the moon..." The old man groaned in a low voice.

On the top of Ning Changjiu's head, the shadow of a tall tower and immortal building appeared. The tower was like a glowing sky with golden flames, and at the corners of the raised eaves, cranes lingered in an endless stream.

The old man threw the sword in his hand.

The sword followed the ancient building and suppressed Ning Changjiu together.

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Jiange, seventy-two cave sky.

Liu Xiwan changed into tight-fitting black clothes and wore a brand-new sword attire with a high waist and a high waist. She wears the cloud hair she combed, which looks a bit of a ladylike dignity. .

She seems...surrendered to her gender.

The girl carried the lunch box, crossed the dreary aquatic cave and the suspended corridor, and came to the second-ranked one in the 72 caves of Jiange.

The sky in the cave is like carved among emeralds, and it is beautiful and beautiful.

At the end of the road is a claustrophobic fairy house.

Before the fairy mansion, there was a stunning woman with heroic eyebrows and ink-haired shawl kneeling.

The woman kneeling on the ground is the second senior sister Liu Junzhuo who is invincible outside.

Liu Xiwan walked up slowly and knelt down beside the second senior sister. She untied the lunch box, laid out the pastries one by one, and whispered: "Senior sister, you can eat something, this time... I'm not up for it, and I'm tired of Sister Sister, let's go to ask Sister Sister for mercy, don't kneel."

Liu Junzhuo gently shook his head, said softly, and said: "It's not your fault. Your defeat is not a big deal, but I lost the crown and sword... My sword's heart is covered in dust, and the sword pavilion is also damaged. A big mistake is made. It’s hard to get over water. I know it’s wrong, so I must sincerely repent."

In the first days of Liu Xiwan, she laughed in her heart that the second elder sister was more fierce than anyone outside, and she looked like a little sheep in front of the elder sister, but the elder sister knelt for a month, which made her feel guilty.

Second Sister treats her as her own... She knows it.

"Then I will kneel with the senior sister." Liu Xiwan said.

She deliberately changed that man's attire, because she thought it would be a little cute to wear this way. Maybe the master sister would feel relieved when she saw it.

Liu Junzhuo said: "What kind of fun are you making up for, don't you think your sister is not angry enough?"

Liu Xiwan lowered her head and said: "Then I can't watch my sister keep kneeling down, I...I'll go get the Kunlun sword back, he can't pull out that sword anyway, and it's a waste product if I keep it. Besides, I know Ning Changjiu very well, I will ask for it, and he will definitely give it."

"Ning Changjiu?" Liu Junzhuo looked slightly different.

"Uh...this is the name he usually walks in the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Jiu is his real name." Liu Xiwan said upside down.

Liu Junzhuo nodded and did not delve into it. She said: "No, since the sword has been exported, I have to find a legitimate reason to take it back, or my sister should be angry again."

The second elder sister whispered, between the cave mansion, a woman's cold voice resounded through the cave sky.

"Isn't it arrogant to be outside? The sword and the crown are lost, knowing that it has converged?"

It's the voice of the master sister, very stern. Liu Xiwan also knelt down and said in a low voice: "Meet the master sister."

The master sister said coldly: "Senior sister is not sensible, just forget it, what are you going around with? You won the title of No. 7 in the world, so you can treat yourself as invincible? Do you know that Master gave you the Kunlun Sword, it was sent to you What is your high hope?"

Liu Junzhuo lowered his head and dared not respond a word.

She was taught by the master sister at the beginning, just as she did to Liu Xiwan.

"I let you not have to look at the world. I want you to look higher, not contemptuous of the world." The master sister's voice eased a lot, and she was silent for a while, and said: "Recently , The master is out again."

Liu Junzhuo's expression was shocked: "What did the master do when he left the customs? Could it be..."

The elder sister nodded and said: "Well, after searching for hundreds of years, I finally have an eyebrow."

"Then we..." Liu Junzhuo hesitated to speak.

The master sister slowly said: "The sword has been made for more than a hundred years, and it will come out. And you are the second sister of the sword pavilion, how heavy is the mission you carry? So this time I punished you heavily, hoping that you would think that Quit, you must never make these mistakes again. If you make them again..."

The master sister said: "If you commit a crime again, let Liu Xiwan be the second senior sister, and you will be the fourteenth senior sister!"

"????" Liu Xiwan's body was shocked, and she knelt straight, thinking what a good thing this would be for her, it was obviously a disaster.

Liu Junzhuo didn't dare to refute, he obediently said: "Junzhuo knows a mistake, so I don't dare to make it again."

After a long period of quiet, the master sister said: "Okay, don't kneel, come in. My sister will teach you some swordsmanship."

Liu Junzhuo was flattered and was about to get up, but listened to the master's sister: "I'm talking about Xiwan."

"..." Liu Junzhuo kneeled down again.

Liu Xiwan stood up silently, gave the second senior sister aggrievedly, and walked into the cave...an enviable generational relative.

The master sister said: "Don't you kneel, go back and reflect, when will you get back the sword in a fair way, and when will you come to see me again."

Liu Junzhuo took the order and left, he was relieved, knowing that the elder sister was almost angry.

Retrieve the sword just as it should...

She has a headache.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the young man can't pull out the sword. Since he can't pull it out, the true meaning of kendo that he has cultivated in the scabbard for many years will not leak out. When the time comes, I will return to Zhao. If I want to come, my sister will forgive me...

Liu Junzhuo sighed, thinking about it, her expression suddenly shocked.

In her heart, a kind of throbbing was born from the soul.

The sword was pulled out!

This is her momentary thought.

"No, it's impossible. How can I pull out my sword in a mere purple court?" Liu Junzhuo gently shook his head, calmed his heart, and walked towards the heaven where he was.

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Mr Baihe saw the miracle again.

As the ancient building was under pressure, the young man who was clearly "condensed" by himself raised his head as usual.

He can't figure out why... Could it be that he also has the ability similar to that silver-haired woman?

How is it possible...

If this is the case, is he pressing such a powerful authority until this moment before using it?

The thought is only a moment, nothing can be changed, and the ancient building is suppressed.

Ning Changjiu looked up again.

The sword that fell on his knee was held in his hand at some point.

He seemed to have emptied the last strength in his bones. Forward, jump, grip, draw sword, all the movements have been simulated countless times in my mind, and they are done in one go.

This unruly sword of the sword pavilion was actually pulled out by him!

In the scabbard, the second senior sister Liu Junzhuo's sword intent that had been suppressed for many years was like a scourge, roaring loudly, and the fairy building surrounded by white cranes was instantly cut into two, without any hindrance in the sword intent, and the white crane true monarch was instantly submerged.

The White Crane Zhenjun did not hesitate, so he repeated his skills, exploded his figure and turned into a white feather. But the second elder sister's sword intent is much stronger than him, like a life-killing ghost, clinging to his real body, leaving him no room for escape at all.

More than ten blood holes were instantly added to the old man's hidden body.

His figure is slowed down.

Ning Changjiu, wrapped in the authority of time, has chased him. He held the ancient sword hissing and passed over the head of True Monarch Baihe.

The despair of death appeared in the old man's heart.

Ning Changjiu's figure fell down, and he cut True Monarch White Crane to the ground with his sword aura. He slammed his knees against the back of his neck, holding the hilt with both hands, and the tip of the sword drooped down sharply.

"How...maybe..." The old man said vaguely.

The head of True Monarch Baihe was pierced by a sword blade, and it was torn apart, like a smashed watermelon.

The great monk among the five realms, just died.

Ning Changjiu held the sword in both hands and confirmed that True Monarch White Crane was completely dead, and finally relaxed.

"In this world, there is no sword that I cannot forge."

Ning Changjiu said softly, as if answering the deadly White Crane True Monarch.

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