Beyond the Divine States Chapter 359: : Three Hundred Years One Sword

Zhao Xianger never thought that at the end of the illusion of Suzaku's trial, the final enemy waiting for her was not King Peacock, but the innate spirit in her body-Jiuyu.

It turns out that this is the last monster she will face.

But she still didn't understand that Suzaku tried to kill herself again and again, but she was just driving her into a desperate situation, killing someone with the knife, instead of actually taking the killer personally. how so? Is it to force the unobservable watcher to save yourself... But what is the point of doing this?

There is the final question.

If she is not the daughter of Suzaku, who is she? !

The girl looked down in thought.

Suzaku's maid wore a fiery red dress, which was described as a puppet. She looked at Zhao Xianger and waited for her death. She wanted to see the color of despair when her close relatives betrayed her proud pupils. This was the only one in the world. I like to appreciate things.

The black blade of Jiuyu couldn't make a ray of light, but Zhao Xiang'er's jade neck was brightly illuminated by the killing intent.

It was only at this moment that Jiuyu gradually regained his memory.

Zhao Xiang'er was half kneeling on the ground, her jet black tight-fitting curvy undulating poignantly. Her long hair was loose, reaching her waist unknowingly, and her half-kneeling body was as tight as a bow, seemingly soft. But there was fire inside, and the hair scattered from her forehead covered her face, only revealing the sharp corner of her jaw.

The Suzaku maid looked at her motionless appearance, and said indifferently: "Nineteen years of life is a dream, if you want to cry, I can let you cry."

When Zhao Xianger heard the words, her thin shoulders moved slightly, and there was laughter coming from her drooping head.

She slowly raised her head, with a small smile: "During the three-year appointment, Ning Changjiu asked me a question."

Suzaku maid came with some interest and asked: "What?"

Zhao Xianger said: "He asked me, if my mother wants to kill me, what should I do."

Suzaku's maid looked at her indifferently, waiting for the next article.

Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "My answer at the time was very simple. I was not a foolish person who gave poisonous wine to drink, or gave Bai Ling to hang the beam... But I still underestimated my mother, I didn’t expect her. It was so cruel, he sent the executioner directly in front of me."*

Suzaku's maid shook her head lightly, disregarding her remarks.

She looked at Jiuyu and said: "Take the pill."

Jiu Yu is in a human form. She is curvy, but her body is pitch black, and her body has no thickness, just like a person cut from a piece of black paper.

She raised her sword and slashed it against Zhao Xianger's show back.

In the silent trial world, the sound of metal crashing suddenly exploded!

The sword failed to cut off the girl's head.

In mid-air, the pitch-black sword and the slender umbrella sword formed a cross.

Jiu Yu didn't see how Zhao Xiang'er turned around, but in just a moment, she drew her sword and turned around, and the sword in her hand came across, hitting the cutting edge that she had pierced straight down!

The flames spattered, Zhao Xiang'er's cheeks were bloody, and there was a smile in those clear black and white eyes.

"Suzaku asked me to leave Bi's body just to wait for you, right?" Zhao Xianger stared at Jiuyu and asked.

Jiu Yu said: "Do you want to die to death?"

Zhao Xianger smiled, holding the sword in both arms, and pressing it up with all his strength: "You regard me as a **** of Suzaku, why are you not?"

Jiu Yu also holds a sword like a knife, and the distinct crows dance thinly, "You don't have to deceive yourself anymore."

The two of them squeeze in close, then they bounce off again.

As soon as Zhao Xianger stood still, the umbrella sword flashed coldly, and jumped forward again. She didn't know the weakness of Jiuyu in this silhouette, but she only wanted to send the sword's edge into the opponent's body!

"Don't forget, this is my trial realm. The wall of air is still there. Since you are waiting for me here, what is the difference between you and the ghost car and the Peacock King?" Zhao Xianger's figure flickered, Sending the blade down between the steps, "The same is the bones under the sword!"

Jiu Yu's sword cut out smoothly and intercepted Zhao Xiang'er's sword tip. Once the two touched, the sound shook a hundred times.

The moves of the two seem to be cut from the same person, and their tacit understanding has truly reached the point of "sympathizing with brothers and feet". In the desperate slashing of swords, the red sword blooms, and they are instantly shattered into light rain. They are not like It's a fight, more like two dancing winds.

Suzaku's maid stood quietly, watching the sudden outbreak of battle.

Even if she is so indifferent, she still marvels at Zhao Xianger's will, but...the ending will not change.

This may be the last battle between the Phoenix Seed and the Vermilion Bird in the long river of history.

She didn't bother.

In the light rain, Zhao Xiang'er's sword blade rolled away, Jiuyu saw the sword's direction, and the black blade cut off, cutting off the blade's castration.

Jiu Yu said indifferently: "I also didn't expect that you still have spare energy. It is indeed a miracle not to be killed by the Peacock King, but you are wrong. This is never your trial field, but your escape. In the place of change, I will not hurt your body that is upside down. I will walk out for you and go to the highest position."

Zhao Xiang'er was forced back by a sword, and the Nine Feathers Black Blade pressed down, slashing a sword aura, the sword's edge swept across, and the void cracked.

Zhao Xianger picked up the red umbrella on her toes, kicked her calf abruptly, the red umbrella flew out, opened in the air, blocking the attacking blade, her figure flashed, and she drew a subtle arc in the air. Pounced on Jiu Yu again.

She first entered the Five Realms Realm, and her foundation is still unstable. At this moment, she wants to suppress all the injuries, drain the last bit of the Five Realms, and decide life and death with her.

Jiu Yu held the sword, shook out many phantoms, and accurately cut the path of Zhao Xianger's sword. Their swords touched, and the same moves collided like mirror images, like two strands twisted together, spinning fast. steel.

Jiu Yu sneered and said: "I know all the moves you know, but I have... but you don't. How do you win?"

In Zhao Xiang'er's heart, signs of danger suddenly rose, and she immediately drew back.

In the place where Zhao Xianger stayed before, there was a dazzling bubble floating in the air.

"The world?!" Zhao Xianger was slightly startled. She couldn't see Jiuyu's face, but knew she was smiling.

Jiu Yu said: "The world has always been my authority, not yours. Now, I have taken it back. You give up..."

On Jiuyu's sword, the Suzaku divine fire burned.

World authority is attached to it.

As long as she touches Zhao Xianger's sword, she can instantly incorporate her into her own country and become the fish on the sword.

Zhao Xianger looked at her blade, but smiled slightly.

For some reason, her mood was unexpectedly happy.

"Give up?" Zhao Xianger's eyebrows were like a knife, "How can I give up?"

To this day, she finally understands the full meaning of that dream.

What she knows, Jiuyu is not a city.

In that dream, Jiuyu did not contain it.

At the age of sixteen, I should have died a long time ago.

But, subjective? Master? I don't know how to call it, in short, I've never met a benefactor... For so many years, you have helped me overcome all kinds of difficulties and come to this day, and have never abandoned me.

You haven't given up, how can I give up on myself!

Daogu pure Yang scroll burned in the body, and the eyes of the Taiyin replaced her black and white eyes.

In Jiuyu's slight difference, Zhao Xianger took the initiative to greet him with the sword.

Vaguely, she heard the whisper of the girl:

"Why are you bothering me?"

……

On Tianzhu Peak, the moon has stopped forever.

Ning Changjiu carried Si Ming on his back, supported her slender jade legs with one hand, and grabbed the dust cloud in the moonlight with the other. He leaped endlessly, like an inconspicuous black spot in pure white light, boy His pupils were dry, his lips were chapped, and his voice was hoarse like the oldest crow.

He still insisted on speaking, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Si Ming lay quietly on his shoulders, scattered silver-haired water dripping down, some hanging on his white clothes, and some running down the front of his clothes, touching Ning Changjiu's scarred chest lightly.

The silver hair scratches his neck slightly.

Ning Changjiu felt this itch and regarded it as Si Ming's response to his words.

She is his only listener.

The moonlight is like a long river that hangs down from the sky. They wandered through it, upstream from the dust cloud, and slowly moved away from the world to the top of the moon.

"You are obviously good, but the final assembly is broken."

"You obviously like to marry so much, but you always bully her by changing ways."

"You obviously like me, and you hate me."

"You are so disagreeable...this time you said you are going to die, it is also fake..."

Ning Changjiu said intermittently.

He hoped that the woman on his shoulders would wake up, tugging at his ears, and refuting himself clearly.

But she was surprisingly quiet.

Fortunately, this beam of moonlight does have magical powers.

Si Ming’s last faint breath lingers gently around her neck. Her beauty at this moment cannot be described. In the words of sentient beings, if you want to push this beauty to a higher tide, only death can make it. Its sublimation.

But Ning Chang will not want this kind of sublimation.

Mingjun has already fallen. Who will ask him for his life?

He gritted his teeth, took a breath, and kept leaping in the moonlight dust cloud.

Kunlun doesn't know how high he is, he is tireless.

Everything is quiet.

At this moment, Ning Changjiu didn't know what was behind this tranquility.

Outside the city of Ten Thousand Demons, a figure of silver pouring out, appeared abruptly. The silver skirt swept across the field.

The surrounding flowers and trees sensed her arrival, and fell down one after another like being blown by the frost and wind.

The silver woman looked at the beam of light that skyrocketed.

She stretched out her hand.

A great silver sword is formed in his hand.

The sword feet are as big as her two, she held the sword high, about to fall.

Kunlun is beautiful but also fragile.

She is the priest of the Silver Snow Palace, and she can cut off Kunlun's power with a single sword!

But the sword did not fall smoothly.

The weeds that fell on the ground are erected again, and the big trees with their waists in the forest straighten again.

When everything returned to its original state, it also fell into a dead silence.

Outside Ten Thousand Demons City, a blue skirt suddenly appeared, also without warning.

At the moment she appeared, the silver priest who ruled the world did not dare to drop his sword.

The person who came is the unobservable master sister.

Shen Yuqing skirt fluttering, with a pure temperament, she made a palm-cutting gesture, and said: "I have become a priest, why don't you dare to drop the sword? Don't worry... I am no longer who I was, I am nowhere near It’s so powerful, you can try and cut it off."

Priests are legends to the world.

The person in front of me is a legend that is thousands of years older than the priest.

She came to her.

Everything is silent.

The priest confronted her, not daring to drop the sword.

"If in that Taoist temple, everyone is like you, I would not be ordered to come here if you want to come." The priest's words were indifferent.

Shenyu smiled and said: "My juniors and younger brothers and sisters are indeed uncomfortable, especially the latter one, which is the most worrying. Fortunately, the second child is still making do, blocking Tianjun should not be a problem."

The priest said: "But what about us?"

Shen Yudao: "Don't worry about it fast."

……

Second brother is sitting on a huge rock, dressed in Tsing Yi, sharpening a knife.

The knife is round and copper-yellow. The black blade has a smooth arc, the front color is pure and bright, the back of the blade is about half the width of a thumb, and the red-painted scabbard is placed on one side.

In front of him, there was also a silver man standing.

The man gesticulated the thickness of the moon pillar with his hands, gently twisting between his fingers, as if he wanted to snap his fingers at any time, and snap it to break it.

The second senior brother rolled up his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "As expected to be the heavenly monarch who has followed Bai Zang, who is so shy in doing things, if I were you, I would have done it."

Bai Yin Tianjun smiled indifferently, he withdrew his hand, clenched a fist in front of him, and hung his hand behind him.

He looked at the second senior brother and said: "Your Majesty Baidi, your city is more beautiful now than it was before. If you have free time, do you want to go back and take a look?"

The second brother said: "The dove occupy the magpie's nest, no matter if you don't go, it will be a dead city empty, even if I see peace and happiness?"

Baiyintian Jundao: "If I'm lucky, I would like to go and see it."

The second brother sharpened the knife, squinted one eye, looked at the arc of the blade, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Then I represent that we do not welcome you."

Bai Yin Tianjun showed a cold smile like a god, and he suddenly asked, "Why don't you just pick up the boy back, so you have to be so fanatical and make everyone feel uneasy?"

The second brother turned his head, glanced at the moonlight, and said, "How can you enter the view before passing Kunlun? This is something that the younger brother must complete. We are the senior sister and brother, we only need to give him a quiet."

How easy is it to talk quietly?

Bai Yintian Jundao: "Then I have to try, if I really want to go, can you stop it."

Speaking, Bai Yintianjun's fist turned into a palm, and he cut three times in front of him.

The space is divided into three.

Baiyin Tianjun walked in, but as if stepping into a layered, more complicated universe, he disappeared all of a sudden.

The second brother stroked his hair in distress, and sighed: "Hey, if the elder sister is here, he wouldn't dare to move...I am so weak now, no one wants to try my level."

Speaking, the second senior brother carried the big knife on his shoulders, stepped and picked it up, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

Outside the city of Ten Thousand Monsters, thunder was exploded.

……

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from Ten Thousand Demons City, a sharp sword shadow flickered in the sky for a few seconds.

She is the master sister of Jiange.

She was still on the way to Ten Thousand Demons City, but she was fighting with Empress Nuwa. She was seriously injured, stopped and stopped, and delayed too much.

It should be missed.

The master sister stopped on a wheat field and breathed lightly.

The sword shadow rises and falls with her figure, and the wheat field floats with her sword shadow.

She is already the second person in Middle-Earth.

But the gap between her and the Nuwa Empress is still far beyond her imagination.

It can even be said that the other party has been merciful.

She didn't feel frustrated, but looked farther and farther towards the peak of the avenue.

The shadow of the Wandao sword spread all over her. She sat cross-legged on Tian Rong, her mouth opened lightly, and between her lips, there was a handleless small sword condensed, the size of a chicken, but the light was bright.

She can't be there anymore, but the sword may be too late. It's just that the road is far away and the mountains are far away. When this sword arrives, I am afraid it will be greatly reduced.

But things have developed beyond her expectations.

As soon as the sword flew out, it was intercepted before it passed the wheat field.

The one who cut off the sword was a girl with a round face.

The girl is petite and exquisite, with slightly messy short hair cut, wearing leather pants, carrying a weapon box, and a dazzling array of 18 weapons, like a peacock on the screen.

She is the fourth elder sister of Jiange, also surnamed Si.

Ms Si stood at the end of the wheat field, with one hand on a long spear supporting her waist, and a shield with the other hand, and seriously flew a sword against the sword of Master Jiange.

She glanced at the woman who was sitting cross-legged, and asked: "Are you the elder sister's defeat?"

"Yes." Grand Sister Jiange admitted frankly.

Miss Si puffed up her face and said: "Then you are looking for!"

Master Jiange looked at her and asked: "Where are you from, too?"

Ms. Si nodded and said: "Well, I am ranked fourth, and all martial arts are taught by masters."

Master Jiange asked: "Which reincarnation are you?"

Miss Si sighed, and said: "I'm in a low position, so I don't have the face to say. Alas, do we immortals have to declare ourselves in a fight? Let's do it directly. If you win, you will be a famous teacher and an apprentice. If you lose, I am not good at learning!" /

Metal clanging, knocking and knocking, making sounds.

Behind Miss Si, the weapon box opened, and all the weapons shone like wings.

Master Jiange also slowly got up.

Thousands of swordsmanship condensed all over her body again, like her skirt, and like the silver dragon surrounding her body, she stepped on the silver dragon's back.

At this moment, a meteor flew over them.

The two raised their heads at the same time.

After the master sister was slightly surprised, her eyes were hot.

Girl Si yelled, a little panicked...it's awful! Still coming...

The place where the sword comes from is where the sword pavilion is.

One sword million li.

The Juggernaut has not made a sword for three hundred years. Today, he broke through the barrier and handed a sword across the middle of the earth.

This vital sword came quietly without any warning.

……

The sword of the Juggernaut is also expected.

He is the last person in the entire Middle-earth to be qualified to shoot.

The sword is simple and unpretentious. Pass the starry sky without taking away its glory, and stay overnight in the lake without frightening fish dreams. The elephant has long been truly invisible, and there is no need to verbalize its strength.

It has only one goal.

Kunlun Tianzhu.

To be more precise, it is to cut Ning Changjiu and Kunlun Tianzhu together.

This is the first sword since the Juggernaut Sealing Sword has been closed. It should be a shocking move.

The sword crossed mountains, seas, lakes and swamps, and passed like iron castle towers, flying higher and higher, heading straight to the **** pillar.

The first person to cut the sword was the third brother.

Senior brothers can't keep watching, and few people in the world know his true identity.

He is the owner of Shenhualou, Ji Xuan, the third person in China.

This is a battle between the third person and the first person.

The three brothers are dressed in red, like a self-immolator, covered in flames, hanging high on the branches.

He raised the sword in his hand.

The name of the sword is God Painting.

When he swings the sword, everything that the sword light passes, everything will fall from three-dimensional to the plane, becoming a picture drawn by his sword light.

Eighty-one picture scrolls are like chains across the sky, with different landscapes.

The sword of the Juggernaut came from afar.

The sound of tearing the silk painting continued to sound.

The sword of the Juggernaut hasn't been sheathed for hundreds of years, and now a sword is handed out.

The eighty-one volumes are all magnificent mountains and rivers, but they can't lock this sword.

The scroll quickly shattered, turned into butterfly-like fragments, and re-stacked into a landscape, forming a brand-new landscape under the foot of the third brother.

The eighty-one volumes are broken.

At the end of the picture scroll, Brother San is waiting.

He shoots the sword and cuts the sword.

But the sword saint seemed to have received some gifts from heaven and earth during the retreat.

The strength of this sword surpassed his expectations.

The third brother wanted to use his body as a sword.

The sword pierced into his body and was blocked in his body.

Puff. Blood spattered.

The sword finally passed through his flesh and blood, and flew farther behind him, but the speed of the sword was much slower.

Senior Brother San spat out blood and wiped the wound on the upper part of his lower abdomen with the painting sword. He looked behind him with some regrets.

……

When the sword reached the City of Ten Thousand Demons, Ning Chang had already climbed over half of the sacred pillar.

His hands and feet are already paralyzed and weak, doing mechanical movements, everything seen in his eyes is blurred, only obsession is supporting him.

He traversed the original sea of ​​clouds, traversed the thinner and colder atmosphere, traversed the barriers of the world, traversed the sea of ​​ruins, and even glimpsed the ruins of the fairy court...

He was carrying Si Ming on his back, and he didn't even dare to speak.

It's not that he is afraid to alarm the immortals in the sky, but that time has passed for too long. He is extremely scared, afraid that all his efforts will be useless, afraid that Si Ming will really not be able to answer.

Si Ming still fell asleep softly on his back, not knowing whether it was a dream or death.

Kunlun is worthy of being a pillar to the sky, even now it is still out of sight.

But fortunately the light is always there.

The young man carries a beautiful woman on his back, climbing up to the moonlight, and the woman's silver-haired robe, like a moon elf...

What a beautiful picture this should be.

King's eyes can see for a long time, and the only thing that can be smelled by the tip of his nose is desolation.

Ning Changjiu's eyelids are pressed heavily from time to time, and the desire to fall asleep is so strong, like ink dripping into water and stirring.

His muscles have been operating to the extreme, and every inch of muscle operation afterwards can cause heart-piercing pain throughout the body.

He never thought of giving up, but his physical body has reached the limit.

Ning Changjiu's hands full of cocoons and blood grasped the dust in the moonlight, his eyes could hardly be opened, but fortunately the instinct of the body had also learned to climb.

Gradually, gradually.

Ning Changjiu found that the moon was getting closer.

It is so unbeautiful, with pits and pits on the surface, silvery gray, and desolate to the eye.

But there seems to be nothing more beautiful in the world.

"Snow Porcelain...Snow Porcelain." Ning Changjiu opened his mouth and made a dry voice. His expression was already stiff, but he was so happy, like a child.

"Snow Porcelain, have you seen it?"

Ning Changjiu was hoarse, like coaxing a little girl, and said: "This is the month, we...we are coming, don't sleep, you can't have good dreams when you sleep now."

Si Ming remained silent, without any response.

Ning Changjiu panted, staring at Yue, rushing forward.

The end is near.

But he didn't know that the sword of the Juggernaut was even outside the city of Ten Thousand Demons.

Sword into Ten Thousand Demons City.

The lion roar of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng sounded.

He didn't look for Ke Wenzhou, but Ke Wenzhou's sword took the initiative to enter the city. What a shame?

But he was injured too badly at the moment, and the nine lion roars were suppressed by the sound of the sword, and after all, he could not stop the sword.

The sword continues to fly away.

Bai Ze stood up and was also pierced by the ancient sword, unable to stop him.

The sound of the thunder of swordsman pierced through the city of ten thousand demons, and actually overwhelmed the roar of two lions.

The elder sister constrains the priest, the second elder brother and Tianjun travel between different places outside the city, unpredictable.

Swordmaster 300 years of a sword, who can stop it?

Ning Changjiu carried Si Ming on his back, staggering forward, the light gradually disappeared, and the moon kept getting bigger, bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, until it turned into a boundless piece, occupying the whole line of sight. .

Everything is within easy reach.

The sword came from behind.

Ning Changjiu noticed the danger, turned his head, his pupils shrank suddenly.

At that moment, time seemed to be stretched for a long time, and he felt the death coming in an instant. In his pupils, the plain and rusty blade of the ancient sword was so clear, and every detail was vividly visible.

But the master sister did not come.

The slowdown in time is just his illusion.

The sword came almost close to Kunlun.

It stabbed itself without fancy.

Obviously right in front of you...Obviously one step away...

The moon is so close, but it will become an unreachable destination.

At the last moment, Ning Changjiu couldn't do anything. The only thing he had time to do was to turn around and try to straighten up his cold waist, so that he was facing the sword, and finally blocked for Xue Ci all.

At this moment, Si Ming, who was sleeping on his back, snorted softly, as if he was awake, or as if he was talking in a dream.

She is still alive! Moonlight protected her and locked her last breath in her body.

But the sword of Juggernaut has come, and everything is meaningless.

Ning Changjiu stood on the dust cloud and closed his eyes.

Ding——

The sword is not transparent, but the bell ringing in the ear again, clear and leisurely.

When Ning Changjiu opened his eyes again, a man in white appeared out of thin air and stood in front of him.

The back figure is very familiar and bookish. It is the fifth brother who is full of poems and books. The fifth brother advocates knowledge, and believes in knowledge as power, but today, he does not regard knowledge as a shield.

He was waving an iron rod in his hand, the sword of the sword saint with a stick head, like a stick of white light, still struggling.

Ruyi Wu Iron God Rod!

He used this thing to stop the sword master's one-hundred-year sword!

"Master..." Ning Changji wanted to salute, but couldn't speak.

Senior Brother Five turned his back to him, holding a stick in one hand and pointing to the sky, and sighed: "Little Brother... Master has been waiting for you for fifteen years. Don't be late this time."

Ning Changjiu was stunned for a while, and he hummed heavily.

These are the only syllables he can utter.

He mustered his last strength, turned around, carrying his beloved woman on his back, and leaped towards the moon.

The moonlight is like water, gently hugging them.

Ning Changjiu came to the moon lightly.

Look up desolate.

Here...

Ning Changjiu was like an electric shock.

The door of memory opened again.

He has been here before!

On the night when the full moon was soaring, the master pierced his body with a sword and knocked him off the cliff. Before he reincarnated, he was trapped in a gray and desolate place. *

This is it!

He will never forget it.

Evil once said to him that Wuguan's previous name was "Prisoner".

Prisoner...

Here it is.

Monthly Prisoner!

……

(*: Mentioned in the fourteenth paragraph of Chapter 4 of this book)

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