Beyond the Divine States Chapter 355: : Washing swords with raging rain
The City of Ten Thousand Demons was flooded by torrential rain, but in the fantasy realm of Vermilion Bird, the sky was full of fire.
The illusion is vast and empty, and the entire field is filled with smoke and dust. They are illuminated by the nine days of the peacock's tail feathers, emitting an orange light.
In the light, the rocky ash-stacked rocks are exposed to rough surfaces from time to time, and they crumble with the footsteps of the King Kongque Ming.
After a rocky bunker, Zhao Xianger leaned against the wall and closed her eyes slightly. Even though she tried her best to cover her breath, her chest still couldn't help but undulate violently.
She watched the blood seeping between the black clothes, gritted her teeth, and turned her spiritual power to recover her injuries. The sound of the Peacock King stepping on the rock kept ringing behind her. She didn't even bother to expand the knowledge of the sea. She could tell the distance only by the sound.
Zhao Xiang'er held the sword of the red umbrella and rolled by painfully, her body wrapped in tight-fitting clothes kept trembling.
She raised her head slightly, and glanced at that huge peacock...what kind of monster is this, how can this kind of thing kill?
Zhao Xianger has fought it all day and night.
But apart from cutting off a few pieces of the feathers of King Peacock Ming, she didn't leave any substantial damage.
It is hard to imagine that what she is facing is still a peacock who has become a puppet. If the peacock really survives and is still at the peak, how desperate the enemy on the opposite side will be.
The peacock's screen feathers are wide, and the nine-wheeled sun inlaid on it is like eyes, and as its body turns, it shoots all around.
It is getting closer and closer to itself.
The limestone behind her kept exploding. Zhao Xianger didn't have time to wait for her injuries to heal. She held up the red umbrella, exposed her figure, and rushed forward.
The moment he rushed out of the limestone, King Kong Ming locked her on.
Nine rounds of scorching sun on the color screen bloomed, and golden arrows emerged from it, pursuing Zhao Xianger's place.
The arrow flicked through the red-orange dust, separated the smoke wave, and in a flash, the distance between the two was narrowed, and it approached Zhao Xianger's back.
A phoenix fire ignited on Zhao Xianger's body. When the golden arrow was about to touch her, her toes pressed on the ground, tightened instantly, and jumped straight into the sky.
The golden arrows exploded below, and several turned around to chase them.
Zhao Xianger held an umbrella in the air, facing the arrow that hit, the arrow pressed against the umbrella surface, and rushed to a higher place against her until it hit the air-solidified wall.
If the air wall is the sky, the girl is bending her knees, holding an umbrella against arrows, and stepping on the sky upside down.
She stared at the Peacock King, guessing the location of its weakness.
After the King of Peacock locked Zhao Xianger’s position, he also fluttered his wings. Zhao Xianger unfolded his knowledge of the sea and accurately captured its actions. When it rushed towards him, Zhao Xianger suddenly half Receiving the red umbrella, the arrow slid across the **** of the red umbrella and wiped away from Zhao Xiang'er dangerously and dangerously. When the arrow hit the air wall, Zhao Xiang'er kicked his legs and swooped down.
The red umbrella brushed away the fire, and the girl drew her sword and slashed at the peacock's pupils.
The two figures drew closer, and the fireworks touched the jade.
The light exploded into a stream of flames.
The King of Peacock retreated slightly, shaking his head vigorously, Zhao Xianger pierced the body of the peacock with a sword and nailed herself to its head. She squatted half and stretched out her hand at the same time. Jiu Yu flew out of his body and turned into a black blade.
The girl held the sword, leaped again, turned her body dexterously in the air, threw the sword out of her hand, and shot it at the peacock's pupil like a dart.
In her dream, the scripture she learned was "Taogu Taiyin Shenju".
This sacred scroll contains countless ancient Taoisms. It not only makes Zhao Xianger's past Taoism perfect, but also gives her a keen perception beyond comprehension.
She can see the true trajectory of each attack of King Peacock Ming with only her eyes, and can even see the flow direction of every piece of feather silk.
It's like a lunar moon overlooking the world, and everything is clear.
It is precisely by virtue of this that she can fight with the Peacock King so far in the power gap.
The eyes of the Taiyin that were cultivated after the day after tomorrow were enough for her to pierce a willow leaf with a flying sword of thousands of miles.
The sword of nine feathers pierced into the bird's eye accurately.
When Zhao Xianger was too happy, he saw King Peacock explode his pupils and bounced the Blade of Nine Feathers away. After the pupils shattered, new eyes soon condensed from the flesh and blood, and they were as good as ever!
Its body looks like an immortal body, it cannot be killed at all.
The peacock makes a long cry.
Zhao Xianger's petite body was overturned.
On the peacock screen, the scorching sun shot out a golden arrow, shooting in the direction where Zhao Xianger fell.
When King Peacock was alive, what he was best at was the seal and mantra. At this moment, although it cannot be transformed back into a human form, the mantra of the seal has been engraved into the thoughts mysteriously and mysteriously, and it does not even need to follow the law. It just moves. The thought of killing the enemy will activate the corresponding mantra or seal.
When Zhao Xianger fell, fire wings appeared behind her, supporting her falling figure.
She was still thinking about ways to fight back. When looking back around, she found that the limestone under her feet had been arched one after another, forming a large formation, trapping her in it.
Under the offensive that made people unable to breathe, Zhao Xianger was almost exhausted, and now he was embarrassed on all sides.
I really want to sleep...Zhao Xiang'er has a sword hanging down, her jade neck is slightly low, her porcelain-white skin is not bloody, and the hair on her forehead and cheeks hangs down like a pearl powder. Her lips faintly reflected the flame, and she moved gently, her eyes full of killing intent were still clear, but they were also mixed with a little despair and unwillingness.
This is not the first time she has fallen into this situation. At the beginning of the Jiuling stage, she even regarded death as home.
But this is the first time she has fallen into such a situation alone...It is reasonable to say that without the burden, she should be more comfortable with the sword, but why can't help but look to her side. She thinks she is not Lu married, and she should not be someone who has too much dependence on the love of her children.
Hmm... I blame the absurd dream.
In her body, the original divinity has taken the lead, gradually replacing the part that belonged to humans in the past. But this greedy dream pulled her back a little bit, turning her back into a girl looking at the sunset in the imperial city.
People are always vulnerable, even she is no exception.
At the moment of the enemy, Zhao Xianger's loss of consciousness was only a moment, she immediately cheered up, opened the umbrella and held the sword.
I have the blood of Suzaku, how can I lose to this beast?
Ning Changjiu hasn’t settled so many accounts yet, what blue-faced fangs, eternal knots, what a **** like you are my sword... And the stupid sister Si Ming, who dares to provoke herself again and again, must teach her severely One meal, um... And Lu Jiajia, let her look at Ning Changjiu, that's how she sees it? Humph, it's all owed!
In short...it must be killed.
The Peacock King struck again, and the limestone array was set up. Zhao Xianger opened the erupting lunar pupil, bit his red lips, and said solemnly: "World."
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In the ancient Lingzong, there is no cloud in all directions and the lake is quiet.
The second match has also begun.
Ning Xiaoling was eating grilled fish skewers by the lake, watching the lake intently. The fish king learned the lesson from the last time and hid in the cave to eat fish and watch the show.
Lu Jiajia's snow shadow swayed on the lake surface, like a snow lotus, her long black hair fluttered lightly like a yarn, and Ning Xiaoling's heart flickered as she watched.
On the other side, Liu Junzhuo is still a capable sword suit. Her eyebrows are picturesque and sword-like, and her heroic spirit is compelling. Although her figure is not as exaggerated as Lu's marriage, she is also well-proportioned.
The leaves of the willow branch in her hand had been cut off in the last battle, and she held it like a whip in her hand.
This makes Liu Junzhuo even more comfortable.
Liu Junzhuo waved a thin willow like a whip, and suddenly smiled: "In the sword pavilion, when I taught the fourteenth younger sister, I would break a willow like this, and the younger sister didn’t dare to come out and never thought about it. The little girl is so unscrupulous, she dared to **** Ruyi Langjun with Miss Lu. After I go there, I will teach her a lesson for the girl."
Lu Jiajia was annoyed by her words of humiliation yesterday, but today she has done a good job of psychological construction and is very peaceful.
"No need to teach." Lu Jiajia said lightly: "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If you want to train her, it is better to draw 30 boards by yourself."
Liu Junzhuo narrowed his eyes, and said: "It's really not a person to look like. When I first saw Miss Lu, I was only a dignified and elegant fairy. I never thought it was so clever."
Lu Jiajia chuckled lightly, not surprised, she held the sword in one hand, and after the other was down, she said: "Compared with Mr. Er, this girl privately thinks it is dignified and elegant."
Liu Junzhuo clenched the sword tightly. Looking at Lu's temperament in marriage, she always had the illusion that she was looking at her own elder sister, which gave her inexplicable psychological pressure.
Huh, just a mere purple court, why do you have the temperament of a sister? This woman must be too hypocritical and good at disguising.
She made up her mind, no longer keep her hands today, she wants to use this wicker whip to throw Lu Jiajia around the floor.
Liu Junzhuo said: "I hope Miss Lu's sword can be as hard as your mouth."
The words came to an end, and Liu Junzhuo had already made a sword before Lu Jia married back to ridicule himself.
On the surface of the lake, between the two of them, the hurricane is like a pair of scissors, cutting the lake surface like a cloth, exposing the gloomy water behind. Liu Junzhuo stands on the spot, holding willow branches, stepping on the lake, looking towards the lake. The sun, her figure gradually faded, as if standing on the lake, and as if it were just a lingering shadow.
Lu Jiajia lowered his head, looking at the vertically sunken water curtain like a waterfall, he couldn't believe that this was the extent that Zi Ting Jing could do.
But her heart is not disturbed.
She opened her sword eyes and stared at Liu Junzhuo's location. She knew that the thousands of illusions that the sword evolved were all fake. In the real confrontation, only that sword is true. She only needs to see that one. Sword and cut it off.
Liu Junzhuo still stood still, watching the sun in the sky, motionless.
Lu Jiajia suddenly noticed something wrong.
Her gaze did not dare to leave Liu Junzhuo’s hand holding the sword, but her divine consciousness extended. She found that she had been imprisoned in a field without knowing it, surrounded by copper walls and iron walls, divine consciousness Can't get out.
What’s even more frightening is that when Lu Jiajia turned her spiritual consciousness upward, she found that the sky was dark, but the sun was still bright—she seemed to be in a bottle, and the sun was shot through the mouth of the bottle. The light.
The sun and the moon in the pot?
The most famous space method in the world is the universe in the sleeve and the sun and the moon in the pot. Liu Junzhuo is not only exquisite in this, but also to the point of taking the world for his own use.
When Lu Jiajia reacted, it was too late. It was impossible for her to be distracted and break the situation. She could only stand on the spot like a reef, waiting for Liu Junzhuo's sword calmly, so as not to change.
Liu Junzhuo's sword is here.
In Lu Jiajia's eyes, Liu Junzhuo began to draw his sword.
She draws the sword very slowly, and the light on the blade changes from dark to bright from bright to dark. Lu Jiajia stares at it, like watching the sun rise and the moon set, but the sword seems infinite Long, never finished, Liu Junzhuo didn't rush or slow down. With this continuous sword-drawing technique, Liu Junzhuo would drag down Lu Jiajia's mind a little bit.
She drew her own sword, and it was also Lu Jiajia's soul.
Lu Jiajia wanted to close her eyes, but she didn't dare not stare, but once she looked at the other party, she couldn't help but fall into the illusion of the other party drawing a sword. dilemma.
If this goes on, I will lose without a fight.
Lu Jia's sword eyes condensed, and ripples suddenly appeared under his feet.
She took a step forward and chose to take the initiative to take the sword.
Liu Junzhuo had a slightly different expression, but he smiled freely, sounded like a sword groan, and said: "There are so many flaws...I really can't bear it."
However, the sword that Lu married married was also a pretense, just wanting to break Liu Junzhuo's absolute active rhythm.
Liu Junzhuo wasn't fooled, but she didn't want to drag it down slowly like this, the sword of the sword pavilion, pay attention to resolute and resolute.
When Lu Jiamarried's figure moved, Liu Junzhuo's sword also came.
Lu Jiajia noticed that the sword spirit was urged to the extreme, and she greeted a sword with her feeling.
But she was empty.
When Lu Jiajia opened his eyes again, in Liu Junzhuo’s world of pots, layers of swords had come in succession. They were like endless waves composed of countless swords, one wave higher than one. The waves pressed toward him.
This is a sword made up of thousands of swords.
Lu Jia married Fengjian's block, and wanted to cut through this sword sea. But how can a person cut through a wave, how can he cut through the real sea?
The endless sword image is like a long tune of ancient rhyme, winding the beam three thousand times, endless like a thread.
Lu Jiajia frowned her eyebrows. She looked at the flickering light in the darkness, unable to determine the position of Liu Junzhuo. She felt that the other party would come from front, side, or behind... and she Being dragged by this endless sword intent, there was no time to resist.
Her tiger's mouth was numb, and the sword qi of the body guard was cracked. After the strength was pressed to the limit, the blood in her chest fluctuated, and the external pressure and internal pain made her face like golden paper.
Is this the gap between her and the Wudaojian cultivation realm... She even gave birth to the idea of hope that Liu Junzhuo would shoot as soon as possible and let herself be defeated directly.
In the darkness, Liu Junzhuo held a sword and smiled. She deliberately affected the opponent's character and consumed his fighting spirit. This was purely a suppression on the realm.
The time was right, Liu Junzhuo pierced her back with a sword. A simple sword.
Lu Jia Jiashang is trapped in the endless waves of sword intent, like an isolated island facing the thunderstorm alone, and has no time to turn back to defend.
This is a sword that cannot be defeated.
At this moment, the sudden change occurred.
In the lake water, a red shadow suddenly appeared, and the shadow jumped out of the water like a koi with longer fins.
It is common to fish to leap over the water, but it is exactly the same. Liu Junzhuo’s endless sword intent has a crack. Lu Jiajia’s eyes are bright, decisively, and outrageously with a sword, like a knife cut off the water, following the disharmony The fissures cut the lingering sword intent at the waist.
Liu Junzhuo frowned, wondering how a fish could get into the sky in his pot.
But her sword was out, and she couldn't help but stab Lu Jiajia along the original path.
Zheng!
The sound of the sword sounded, and the sword light illuminated the faces of both sides in the darkness.
Lu Jiajia has turned around. She stared at Liu Junzhuo coldly, and intercepted her willow branches. After all, the willow branches were wood, but they were cut into two pieces by this sword.
The sky is broken in the pot.
The darkness fades and the sunlight falls.
On Youyue Lake, although Lu Jiajia Bai Chang is wet by the lake, it reflects the sun, making it look like a son of God.
Liu Junzhuo held the broken willow, bowed her head and said nothing, her sword was not touched by water, but she looked so embarrassed.
"You...
...What kind of fish is this? "Liu Jun said in a puzzled way.
Where did Lu Jiajiao know, but she was too lazy to pursue it. She was too depressed when she took the sword. At this moment, she just wanted to punish the other party’s heart. , Why can't I break the game? The time and place are in me, what can you do? Jiange...but you!"
Speaking, Lu Jiajia turned around and left.
Ning Xiaoling held her face in her little paw, and looked at Master's figure idiotically, thinking that not all bad women can bully Master.
Liu Junzhuo stood on the spot, clutching her chest, her sword heart, which had already reached perfection, kept crying, and her body couldn't help shuddering... This is an emotion that I haven't had for many years.
"Lu married!" Liu Junzhuo said.
"Huh?" Lu Jiajia stopped and turned slightly.
Liu Junzhuo’s eyes are enthusiastic, and he said: "Tomorrow, at this time, for the last sword, I will do my best and no longer be merciful. I also hope that Miss Lu can be more stamina and don’t be offended."
Lu Jiajia nodded, feeling that he could not lose his momentum, so he coldly said: "Your disciple Liu Xiwan was originally defeated by Ning Changjiu. After tomorrow, your master and disciple will all be defeated. ."
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Ten Thousand Demons City.
The heavy rain as noted has never stopped.
Si Ming leaned on the rock wall, opened his eyes slightly, and looked in the direction of the cave.
Lightning lights up from time to time, illuminating everything in front of you into black silhouettes.
The golden winged roc stands outside the cave. The golden feathers on both wings have faded, and the rain is full of sticky blood that is not cleaned by rain. The gray feathers on the back of his neck are scattered, and the flesh and blood under the armor is faintly white. Sensen's bones, under the mask of the Scarlet Crow that had been cut into half, was a half-old face full of scars.
After Bai Ze arrived, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng had no time to pay attention to them.
The severely injured Golden Wing Roc did not stop to rest even if his bones were broken. He knew that the silver-haired woman was injured several times heavier than him. He must find them as soon as possible and grab the Golden Crow. Only in this way can it be possible to turn defeat into victory.
Although it took more than an hour, but luckily, I finally found it...
The Golden Wing Roc looked at the broken young man in white, and said: "Hand over the Golden Crow, I can spare your life, I don't want to kill you, the Nine Spirit Yuansheng is our common enemy."
Ning Chang didn't speak for a long time, he glanced at the woman behind him.
Si Ming lay feebly, a flash of killing intent flashed in her eyes, but she was overwhelmed by fatigue. There was no trace of ice in her eyes, it was rare and clear and bright, and the slender and graceful body was also No longer like a sword, but like a black and white handed down ancient painting, I just want people to treasure it.
"Take a good rest and don't move." Ning Changjiu's voice was a little hoarse.
Si Ming hummed softly.
The Golden Wing Roc asked: "Are you and her master and servant?"
Ning Chang did not speak for a long time, but directly called out the Golden Crow.
The Golden Winged Dapeng did not expect the other party to be so refreshing, and smiled sharply: "Originally, you were holding a treasure and self-respecting, and you didn't want to save this woman who would become a waste. It seems I underestimated you."
Ning Changjiu reached into the Golden Crow and drew a sword.
That is Yu Leijian.
On this day, Yu Lei was hammer-forged in the Golden Crow Kingdom, and he changed back to a sword-like appearance.
He drew out his sword and stood up from the not-so-wide cave. With murderous sword eyes staring at the Golden Winged Roc, he said solemnly: "We live and die together, it is not your turn to point and point. "
The Golden Wing Roc stared at him coldly, and the demon pupil burst into a terrifying red light.
In an instant, all the surrounding temperatures dropped sharply, and the heavy rain blowing in turned into debris of ice and snow.
Ning Changjiu took the initiative to take off the outer garment.
He put the outer clothes on Si Ming with cold hands and feet, and whispered: "Xue'er, wait for me to come back."
He always wanted to call her like this, but he was not courageous enough on weekdays. At this moment, life and death are unpredictable, so he has no scruples.
Xue'er...If it is on weekdays, Si Ming's fist has already been met, but at this moment, Ning Changjiu's words are very serious, without the slightest hint of flirting, just like making an agreement with her.
Then... let's settle the account later.
Si Ming responded with a reply, saying: "Alive."
When her voice fell, the Golden Winged Roc had already taken angrily, and the broken Golden Feather burned again. Although his injuries were far heavier than Ning Changjiu, he was once the Great Demon of the Five Dao Peaks, even at this moment. With broken ribs and exhausted air, he is definitely a tough opponent.
Ning Changjiu didn't have the slightest fear.
"Get out." He raised his head in a low voice.
The golden pupils reflect the shadow of the Golden Winged Roc.
At the sword shot by the Golden Winged Roc, he abruptly got up, holding the barrier, sprinting through the rock cave, carrying his sword hard in the body of Shura, and slamming into his arms.
Boom!
Gold Wing Roc's scarred chest was hit by him, and he was actually dragged and knocked out.
He spread his wings, dragged his body forcibly, flipped his palms back, held a handle of golden feathers, and pierced Ning Changjiu's back.
Ning Chang didn't stop it for a long time.
He didn't plan to drag the opponent down, but directly chose to replace the injury with the injury.
He knows that although the Golden Wing Roc has a high realm, it is only a line from the real collapse. Even if he has ten thousand swords in his body, he will push the Golden Wing Roc across the line that symbolizes death.
With a snort, the blood exploded in the rain.
The two pierced each other's body at the same time.
The Golden Wing Dapeng took a sharp claw and wanted to hook his throat. Ning Changjiu caught Shuiyue in the mirror and avoided the claw, then called out the golden crow and pierced him directly in the eye.
The Golden Wing Roc was shocked, exploded his spiritual power, and fluttered his wings back.
Ning Changjiu's figure was lifted by the air wave, the two bodies separated, and the swords were also drawn from each other's bodies.
Ning Changjiu held the blood-stained Yu Lei.
The heavy rain washed away the blood on the sword, and the blade was like a bright mirror.
The Golden Winged Roc stared at him, suddenly stretched out the claws like a goshawk, snapped his fingers.
Nothing happens.
The Golden Winged Roc frowned, and the face under the Scarlet Crow's mask was full of doubts.
Ning Changjiu used the authority of time to repair the wound, and at the same time took out a golden rope-a golden rope from his arms.
"Are you looking for this?" Ning Changjiu said, letting go, and throwing it off the cliff.
He has already realized that the golden rope is the treasure of the Golden Winged Roc. If it stays on his body, it is likely to become his backstab sword, so he threw it into the Golden Crow and left the Roc behind. The mark was erased.
Golden Winged Roc looked at the magic weapon that was falling like a dead snake, froze for a while, and suddenly laughed.
"Okay...very good, Golden Crow...The holy artifact that the saint left me happens to be a bow...That's it, you are my opponent who has been waiting for hundreds of years!"
Three thousand years ago, the nine golden crows in the sky were shot by the gods with arrows.
Today, is it also his time to draw his bow and shoot the sun?
Electricity and thunder are still jumping in the sky.
In the sky, the two confronted each other, all the conspiracy and tricks were annihilated, and the future direction of fate was entrusted to the cold blade in their hands.