Beyond the Divine States Chapter 371: : Pavilion Lord Blocks the River

The collapse of Tianhu Mountain erupted behind him.

Yuhufeng mountain rock is the wall, the stone fragments in it are filled with black powder, and the sword fire that destroys the world is used as a guide. As it spreads, the giant peaks explode one after another, forming a huge firework, shining The night sky is gorgeous.

Si Ming stood at the head of the bamboo raft, holding his hand in the distance, looking far away, with a graceful posture, the light in the sky painted her beautiful cheeks lightly, and her temperament was dusty.

Ning Changjiu sat cross-legged, he twisted his arm stiff from the bow, and also raised his head, looking at the sky light reflecting the side of Si Ming, slightly in a daze.

If the bamboo raft hugs each other at this moment and the water torrents, it may be another wonderful memory, but the situation will never allow it.

Si Fate transferred the authority of time, as the robes covered her entire body, she closed her eyes and calmed down, simply healed her injuries, and then gently turned around.

She turned her back to Tianhu Mountain and no longer looked at the fireworks, so the feast of sword fire also lost its luster.

"The third and fourth disciples of Jiange were seriously injured. As long as they still talk about fellowship, they should have no time to chase after them. If the master sister of Jiange is really obsessed with it, I can kill her by sword directly before Ten Thousands of Prisoners "Si Ming said proudly.

Ning Changjiu gave a thumbs up and said, "My Xueer is amazing."

Si Ming smiled slightly and said: "When I meet Lu Jiajia, I think you dare not call it that way."

Ning Changjiu also laughed, and said: "The ancient Lingzong lived for so long. We are already a family. That is to say, you have a hard-headed mouth and never admit it."

Si Ming smiled and said, "I shouldn't cut that fruit!"

Ning Changjiu said: "Is the pulp sweet or not, what does it have to do with the peel?"

"Slowly refer to Sang and curse Kui." Si Ming sneered: "I still dare to cut the fruit, how about you? Do you dare to cut one and have a look?"

Ning Changjiu was speechless.

Si Ming snorted and won again, thinking that he had failed in the past because of the influence of Slave Wen. In fact, Ning Changjiu was not my opponent at all.

She became even more arrogant and said: "If you dare to speak rudely to me, after you go back, I will copy your house, **** Xiaoling, get married, and let Zhao Xianger make me some tea. The maidservant who pours water is **** off at you."

Instead of being annoyed, Ning Changjiu laughed, half jokingly said: "When you made big dreams in the past, the final result was not very good. You didn't learn your lesson at all?"

Siming lowered his head to ponder, and suddenly smiled, "We are not ordinary people who pray to God and worship Buddha, what are they superstitious to do? If I really have the ability to follow the law, then you were my prisoner. What's the matter now?"

Ning Changjiu felt that there was some truth to what she said, and said: "Okay, let's leave when you have almost rested. As long as they don't catch up, Wan Prisoners should be able to go smoothly."

Si Ming hummed coldly: "Dare to them?"

Only when the voice fell, Ning Changjiu got up immediately, grabbed with five fingers, drew the river water as a sword, and made a gesture of rejecting the enemy.

In the darkness behind the bamboo raft, two sword lights lit up one after the other, illuminating the river and the two walls, like a stream of ice running across the river.

The flow in the sky has not yet dissipated, and the sword lights of Zhou Zhenyue and Liu Junzhuo have rushed up like beasts.

……

Zhou Zhenyue could not accept such a failure.

Four hundred years ago, she was still a young girl, born in a small country in Middle-earth, and was the eldest lady of a noble family in the middle of the country.

When she was six years old, she witnessed the grace of the sword fairy and the destruction of the country and family.

A young man from his own country who had been oppressed returned from cultivating the Taoism. With a sword, he beheaded the monarch in the depths of the palace. Afterwards, the enemy army took advantage of the situation. After only one month of beacon flames, the capital was destroyed. She and the rest The official ladies all became slaves of the subjugated country, and they were sold to the enemy country according to their status.

The Juggernaut saved her.

The swordsmanship was as high as the sky, and the young man who killed the monarch with one sword died under the sword of the Juggernaut.

At that time, she happened to kneel under the deep eaves of the palace, staring wide-eyed at the blood dripping from the sword, shuddering and excited, staring at the thin white robe figure, she suddenly knelt over and crawled over. He knocked his head heavily at him.

The Juggernaut who was about to leave turned around, looked at her, and then handed out his sword.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at the rusty but still sharp sword, she stretched out her hands and grabbed the blade.

The palms were split, and blood ran all over his arms instantly. She was in pain, but she didn’t want to let go. The bones all over her body were shaking,

The Juggernaut looked at her and nodded slightly.

"Follow me." said the Juggernaut.

Zhou Zhenyue grabbed the sword and got up, the sword almost cut off her palm.

The Juggernaut withdrew the sword.

He looked at the corpse of the young man on the ground, and said: "This is my first disciple. It was originally your senior brother. Unfortunately, Jianxin was occupied by obsession and fell into the magic way... This is my mistake in teaching, I can only kill He made up for my fault, and I hope you will not become such a person in the future."

In the first month, the unmelted snow in the palace turned red.

Zhou Zhenyue followed him closely, for fear of losing it.

"Then I...what kind of person should I be?" Zhou Zhenyue asked courageously.

She always remembered the answer of the Juggernaut: "Become a person qualified to bear my sword."

At that time, she swore that she would rather die than humiliate the name of the sword master.

The Juggernaut shook his head and said: "What I want to believe in is not me, but the sword pavilion. I will die one day, but the sword pavilion will remain until the world no longer needs it."

She is ignorant and understands, but she just changed her words, not insulting the name of Jiange.

Thinking back about the heavy snow in the palace at that time, it was still a bit chilly.

She often recalls these.

She seldom faced failure after self-study of sword mastery. She could accept that she lost to Nuwa, but could not accept defeat to Si Ming.

Especially two people fighting with one person.

She even began to doubt her sword—it turns out that her undefeatedness over the years is not because she is strong, but because her enemies are not strong enough.

But she quickly realized that failure is not terrible, but the terrible thing is the concession born out of fear... She can't live up to the promise she made to Jiange.

Fortunately, they did not escape too far.

Although they are decent and decent, they didn't take care of the safety of the third and fourth elder brothers first, as Si Ming had imagined, instead they chased them directly without stopping.

She just wants to kill now.

Before Da Jiang rushed into Ten Thousand Prisoners, she locked the bamboo raft on the river, controlled the sword with all her strength, and slashed it desperately.

Ruhong's sword light smashed into the river, and the river sank under the water, forming a huge deep-water crater that could not be made up for a short time.

The bamboo raft is completely broken and turned into residue to run away.

As soon as the sword light fell, Ning Changjiu and Si Ming had disappeared on the raft and hovered side by side in the sky.

Zhou Zhenyue stood on the surface of the river and grabbed it casually. An ancient sword flew out of the bottomless puddle, and stopped in front of her as she flicked her fingers. Zhou Zhenyue muttered a secret trick, and the tip of the ancient sword was slightly weak. Lifting, the sword intent skyrocketed, and smashed toward the location of the two.

Si Mingbing's eyes were white, she screamed, pinched two fingers, and pointed at the huge sword that was instantly bashing on her face.

The tip of the finger fell on the tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword pierced the skin of the jade finger, and the ancient sword was also cut off.

Behind Zhou Zhenyue, Liu Junzhuo has also arrived.

She said nothing, with one hand behind her waist and one hand in front of her, facing Dajiang. The water shook, and countless drops of water leaped up, and every drop was stained with sword intent. They were like a rewinding iron bead rainstorm, blasting toward the sky with the force of thousands of troops, vowing to hit the sky. Into a sieve.

The sword of the big river has been pressed in front of him.

This is a sword at the pinnacle of the five realms, even if Liu Junzhuo is injured, the momentum is still terrifying.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, and the golden body of Shura, who was walking against the sky, roared from his blood, and the scroll of Dao Gu Chunyang was also burned in the sea of ​​consciousness. The sea of ​​qi transpired and turned into white mist. The golden cores on it were completely covered.

In a short moment, Ning Changjiu used the external force of Dao Fa to forcefully raise his physique and realm to a level.

He suddenly stretched out his hand.

Golden Crow hands the bow in the palm.

He was holding a frosted bow arm, and without a chance to shoot an arrow, he directly grabbed the divine bow and clenched it with his five fingers. Using it as a weapon, he smashed it against Liu Junzhuo's river water.

The sound of water vibrates.

The heavy rain fell back again, enveloping Liu Junzhuo.

This woman with a white dress and black dress, with sharp eyes, regards the heavy rain as nothing. She silently recites the sword technique, stepping on the surface of the water, and breaking through the air. Although she does not have a real sword in her hand, the prosperous sword spirit is like a comet dragging. The tail, along with her figure, slammed straight at Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu poured spiritual energy into the bow, locked Liu Junzhuo's high-speed moving figure with the eyes of the yin, and bludged with the bow arm. At the same time, countless swords were condensed on his side, with the true meaning of the sword, the virtual sword, the dark sword, the crane sword, and the ten thousand swords and ten thousand faculties, each of which is different.

The sword sounds like thunder and moves like Hong Zhong.

This was the sword he used to defeat Liu Xiwan, but now this sword is even more powerful, and he asked her master Liu Junzhuo again.

Liu Junzhuo's figure was illuminated by thousands of swords.

Coming with him is Liu Junzhuo's prosperous sword intent.

In the air, there seemed to be countless porcelain bowls smashing and colliding with each other, and the crisp sound kept sounding--that was the sound of Ning Changjiu's sword gas bursting.

Liu Junzhuo directly caught his divine bow with his palm.

She didn't use any fancy tricks, she directly forced it up with her realm, and directly crushed the opponent's strong and brilliant sword intent, turning the loud and bright swords into a noisy crackle.

Ning Changjiu held a bow in both hands, his white sleeves were shattered by sword aura, revealing a body with a golden pattern of asura, the famous sword beside him was folded one by one and turned into flying ashes.

"I was the one you shot?" Liu Junzhuo stared at the bow, squeezing anger welled up in his heart.

Without waiting for Ning Changjiu's answer, Liu Junzhuo has already taken a step forward, crushing the void, with the other hand being soft and strong, raising it as if fast and slowly, Qianqian's five fingers are all swords, she stabbed a sword, and cut it open. After breaking the river, he cut to Ning Changjiu in a heart-cutting manner.

Ning Changjiu did not evade, his pupils suddenly turned golden.

The purple mansion hole opened, the golden crow flew out, wrapped around the finger, and at the same time, the golden body of Shura, who had been suppressed in the body, threw out like a lion, raised his golden fist, pressed down with one hand, and drummed with the other. The momentum of the thunderbolt blasted away.

Liu Junzhuo seems to be at a disadvantage, but the sword is bright, and she does not evade. Her body is like a sword, standing in place, between her mind and heart, two dazzling long swords are condensed on her side, one is purple electricity. , Secondly, Qingshuang, she let Shura's fist hit her forehead, and slapped the two handles out.

Boom!

The two exchanged tricks.

Liu Junzhuo's forehead was scattered. Her face was pale, and her forehead was flushed with blood.

Ning Changjiu had a sword in both shoulders, and the sword slipped backwards against him. Fortunately, the body of Shura locked the two swords. Although they kept tumbling, they didn't pierce the defense for a while, so they took off his shoulders.

Ning Changjiu stomped fiercely, with his arms interlaced, carrying fierce sword energy, grabbing the hilt from left to right, crushing it to pieces.

He opened his golden pupil and stared at Liu Junzhuo, and said: "The last time I met, it just made you frustrated in the casino, why? Losing a sword and a crown will kill me?"

Liu Junzhuo thought about the embarrassed appearance he had shot with his bow and arrow earlier, and was furious. She coldly said: "That time it was the junior and sister who lost you. What's wrong with me? If you just do it, I will detain you back to the cabinet. For the sake of my junior sister, you can still save your life."

Ning Changjiu grasped the divine bow tightly and sneered: "It's always too useless to live on women everywhere."

"Aren't you such a person?" Liu Junzhuo's clothes fluttered, unloading the power of the punch, one step forward, arousing anger again: "Today I bet on three hundred years of swordsmanship, and I will You are defeated by the sword!"

Ning Changjiu held the bow in his left hand, and silently put the bowstring on his right hand, "Then today...I will quit gambling for Mr. Er!"

The boy in white stood up and pulled the bow.

Liu Junzhuo looked slightly different.

Shooting arrows in front of yourself? court death!

On the other side of this river, the battle between Si Ming and Zhou Zhenyue has become fierce, and the momentum there is truly a life-dealing battle.

In this fight for life, even if Zhou Zhenyue burned her life with a sword, she was still downwind by Si Ming.

A clear understanding of the heart on Tianzhu Peak, can not comprehend the sundial, she is no longer an incomplete goddess. At this moment, she only lacks an opportunity to ascend with the sword.

She didn't lie to Ning Changjiu, unless the Sword Sovereign relative came, almost no one could help her in this world.

But Zhou Zhenyue, as a master sister of the sword pavilion, even if at a disadvantage in the sword fight, she still has the stamina and perseverance.

Her sword was cut through countless lives and deaths. She understands that no matter how powerful the life is, it only takes one sword to defeat the opponent. As long as you don't collapse, you have the opportunity to hand out the sword that turns defeat into victory!

Si Ming is also not half-hearted.

Every sword intent of Zhou Zhenyue was condensed, and it was pinched in the palm of the hand by the commander before the weather became a reality, like pinching the neck of a white crane, turning his sonorous sword sound into mourning.

Siming fisted vigorously while controlling the sword, the air of spiritual power rained down on Zhou Zhenyue's body, Zhou Zhenyue blocked the sword, and the figure was smashed down again and again, and again and again into the air.

In the turbulence set off by the war, the long waves pushed and unknowingly led the four of them into ten thousand prisons.

Among the ten thousand prisoners, there are countless grottoes. In the night breeze, they uttered a cold anger, like ten thousand ghosts trapping the prisoners here, crying on the moonlit night.

Although Zhou Zhenyue was at a disadvantage, she never failed. Si Ming became more and more irritable. Her sword-out method took a harsh line. Although she played heartily, she was extremely exhausted. big.

And Si Ming can also feel that Zhou Zhenyue has always been unbearable, she is stacking strength, every fist and every sword of her own, on the contrary, it has contributed to the sword in her heart. If that sword is handed out, the other party does have it. Opportunity to reverse the situation.

Zhou Zhenyue condensed her eyebrows and pursed her lips. Her body was like a volcano. After the sword intent was backlogged to the extreme, it was about to turn into a stream of fire.

But the vital sword was interrupted.

On the surface of the river, Ning Changjiu hooked the string with three fingers and shot an arrow at Liu Junzhuo.

It was an arrow almost full of bow, and it threw out like a wolf with an unstoppable murderous spirit.

He used Shura's golden body to protect him, and before Shura was torn to pieces by Liu Junzhuo, he shot an arrow abruptly!

Liu Junzhuo defended subconsciously.

But the arrow that Mingming shot straight towards him, but for some reason rushed towards Zhou Zhenyue.

Liu Junzhuo immediately raised his head, looked into the air, and cried out: "Senior Sister!"

"Don't be distracted!" Ning Changjiu sternly rebuked, slamming his bow. Liu Junzhuo was upset. She had cut the golden body of Shura with her bare hands. Under the pursuit of victory, Ning Changjiu had no chance of winning, but her distraction gave the opponent a chance to breathe.

However, the outcome here is not important anymore.

Zhou Zhenyue has no defense against this arrow.

She subconsciously used her body skills, but the arrow came almost tarsal, like the power of the guilty prince’s ‘judgment’, and there is no escape.

Puff!

The arrowhead pierced through the flesh and blood and pierced into the body. Although the wound was shallow, she could not break the sword body at first, but it abruptly interrupted her long-standing sword.

Si Ming seized this opportunity, cut off her defense, grabbed her by the neck, and dragged her to the wall of Wan Prisoners.

The boulder bursts.

Liu Junzhuo had no intention of defending, and slammed Ning Changjiu's great bow.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes cracking, she watched the senior sister being smashed into the mountain, and then the peaks roared, and the ridge seemed to keep breaking.

After a while, the gully cracked from it, and Si Ming grabbed Zhou Zhenyue's hair and smashed it out of the gap.

Zhou Zhenyue is still resisting, but she is no longer a match for her life at this moment.

Si Ming's five fingers clasped Yu Lei tightly, grabbed the sword in his hand, and slapped Zhou Zhenyue's sword intent as a dragon bit by bit, until only the white single clothes remained.

The duel between the masters is meant to go away once they collapse.

Zhou Zhenyue's body was **** and scarred. She held the sword hard, her body was under the attack of the opponent's sword, knees, and elbows, and the body of the Houtian sword was on the verge of collapse.

"Senior Sister..." Liu Junzhuo couldn't bear this scene. She ignored Ning Changjiu and directly slashed towards Si Ming with the sword.

Ning Changjiu breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, his strength is temporarily exhausted. If Liu Junzhuo chased him, it would be difficult for Si Ming to make a decision. However, at this moment, Zhou Zhenyue has been defeated, and Si Ming, who is in full condition, certainly does not fear Liu Junzhuo.

Si Ming's sword pierced Zhou Zhenyue's chest, bent her knees and slammed her into the crowds again.

With the sound of the boulder being shattered, she held her sword in the air and slashed towards the oncoming Liu Junzhuo.

The sword fire illuminates the sky again.

Liu Junzhuo's heart is upset, so the sword is also upset.

Siming is not the ordinary peak of the Five Paths at all. Her sword intent is perfected under the polishing of Ye Chan Palace. The priest's sword is with the majestic aura of heaven and earth, in a face-to-face, Liu Junzhuo is pressed into Downwind.

Ning Changjiu immediately used time authority to repair his injuries.

He has already shot nine arrows. This is the limit of the Yanghuang Cangyu bow, and he cannot pull the string for the time being.

But he still has flying swords.

Ning Changjiu took a sigh of luck, stepped through the river, and suddenly appeared. He immediately formed a horn with Si Ming and attacked Liu Junzhuo.

Liu Junzhuo knows that she is not good, she is already struggling to deal with Si Ming, if another person comes, it is very likely that she will be defeated like a senior sister.

In the mountain over there, Zhou Zhenyue, covered in blood, crawled out of the pile of rocks.

She looked at the troubled junior girl with anger in her heart, but she was helpless.

Why did this hunting, which was supposed to be inevitable, come to this end? Isn't the way of heaven guarding me? Why doesn't the way of heaven come to protect me?

Or to say...this world is really one foot high and the devil is one foot high?

Zhou Zhenyue wanted to mobilize the flying sword, but her body was injured too severely, and her spiritual power could not be coordinated at all. She could only watch Liu Junzhuo be besieged by two people and the sword, and watched the white dress stained with blood, gradually being dragged. Into the Jedi.

Si Ming is like a **** standing on the river. She grasped the long wind, condensed into a virtual sword, and smashed it at Liu Junzhuo.

The river is making huge waves.

After the huge wave fell, Liu Junzhuo's body also sank into the pit of the cliff.

The woman kept panting, her eyelashes trembling, and despair appeared on her heroic face... Is it about to lose again... She gritted her teeth and couldn't be reconciled.

Just when Si Ming was about to win the pursuit, Ning Changjiu suddenly held her hand and said in a deep voice, "Go!"

Si Ming looked slightly different.

But she did not hesitate, put aside the good situation, and Ning Changjiu used time authority together, and walked away.

They disappear for three breaths.

On the dark cliff, an old pine suddenly appeared.

I took a closer look and realized that it was a figure.

"Master!"

Zhou Zhenyue recognized the dark figure and exclaimed.

The Juggernaut is here.

Ke Wenzhou looked at the two seriously injured female apprentices and said: "It's been a long time to kill...If you still have the strength, go to the ruins of the remains of the tower, I will teach you to kill."

He only left this sentence, and his figure disappeared.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming hold hands, walking through the cascading caves.

"What's wrong?" Si Ming guessed the reason, but couldn't believe it.

Ning Changjiu said coldly: "I saw a person with Taiyin, I... almost didn't see him clearly."

The eye of the lunar yin is the eye of heaven and earth. If you can't see it clearly, it can only show that the realm of your opponent has reached the point where you are about to transcend the world!

"Juggernaut?" Si Ming looked shocked: "How...how is this possible?"

Ning Changjiu sighed and sighed: "The priest speaks according to the law, and his skill is undiminished..."

Si Ming clenched his lip, trying to argue, but he had nothing to say.

Wan Prisoners came to an end in a blink of an eye.

Si Ming and Ning Changjiu stopped temporarily.

Ning Changjiu always maintained the eyes of the lunar sky, condescending in the sky, overlooking the world, looking for the trace of the sword master.

The terrain of Wan Prisoners is complicated, but it's not big enough, and the river runs out.

Ahead of it is the Ruins of the Skeleton Tower.

Si Ming was a little guilty and didn't dare to speak, but Ning Changjiu breathed a sigh of relief and said with joy:

"It seems that the sword saint did not chase...Zhou Zhenyue and Liu Junzhuo were seriously injured. If the sword saints are not human, they will first heal them before chasing us. There will be a few dangerous obstacles in the future, we just need to work hard. ..."

He was halfway through his words.

Si Ming touched him with an elbow.

There was a chill in his heart, he involuntarily raised his head and looked forward.

A whirlpool formed at the end of the river.

A bamboo raft stopped on the swift vortex.

The bamboo raft is spinning around in the meantime.

A tall and tall old man stood on the raft.

His hair is still black, his face is not middle-aged, and his first instinct is that he is too old to be old.

The two stopped.

Ning Changjiu swallowed the unfinished words... he thought that if he could break through alive, he would have to hold Si Ming and go to a temple to learn a closed mantra.

Women sing with husband.

Ning Changjiu's words were also unfortunately rejected.

The old man on the bamboo raft is the Juggernaut.

He looked at the direction of the ruins of the corpse tower, and said: "That is the cave of the hidden dragon five hundred years ago. There are more than three hundred corpses of the ancient dragon gods, large and small, and there are five realms. There are seventeen heads of ancient gods, and they are all stunned for a while before their heads are out of place."

While speaking, he drew out a simple long sword and pointed it at Ning Changjiu's place, and continued: "The hero who used to shoot the sun with a magic bow, now lies on his keel and lays down forever. It is still a good story. "

Ke Wenzhou cherished the memory, and slashed with a sword.