Beyond the Divine States

In the following days, Ning's long life became a bit of the same.

Every morning in the morning class, he accompanied Ning Xiaoling to recite the sword Sutra. Then Lu Jiajia told some sword theories in class, and these sword theories were basically overthrown by Ning Changjiu himself that night, and then taught Lu Jiajia a lesson again.

So many times, Lu's sword theory is also the most puzzling one in her heart. She takes this opportunity to talk to Ning Changjiu, and then listen to his opinions in the evening.

In a sense, it is rather that Ning has been educating Lu Jiajia with his profound knowledge of practice for two generations. However, they have not pierced this layer of window paper, and they are still matched by their teachers and apprentices.

Lu Jiajia thought that she would adapt after a long time of training, but she found that her senses were more and more clear. The golden light was not tempered, but the spring breeze turned into rain. But when the spring breeze passed, the spring rain seemed to evaporate in the warm light, and turned into two mists in her eyes.

Ning Xiaoling has been working harder and harder these days. She's not sure whether her elder martial brother will take part in the sword test, but anyway, she wants to show him the results of her practice.

So she often stands alone on the Bank of the cliff, dominating the sword, passing through the sunshine and flowing clouds in early spring, cutting the clouds into neat threads.

In the end, the sword will return to the body smoothly, and the sound of Qingyue sword seems to praise itself.

She is sure that she won't lose to anyone in neifeng, but she doesn't know whether the legendary closed disciple Nan Cheng will come before this day.

But le Rou watched Ning Xiaoling's sword faster and faster, and her original competitive heart gradually faded. She felt that fate was really unfair. If she gave her the spirit of heaven, she would be able to go to a higher place than her.

In a word, she has no expectation of the sword test. But she was planning on whether to excite Ning for a long time at the sword test meeting and take the opportunity to let him show his true state.

Several famous male disciples in Fengzhong are also struggling in secret. Each of them doesn't agree with each other. They either feel that each other's sword skills are flexible and lose their strength, or they feel that each other's sword skills are powerful but clumsy. In short, they praise each other with humility, but they keep up with each other in their hearts.

Finally, in the busy and peaceful days of tianku peak, spring came like this.

The snow cherry on the mountain is full of aura. It is blooming in spring. Every time the breeze passes the flower trees, it can shake off many petals, just like a fragrant snow.

The sword test meeting in early spring is in the afternoon.

All the disciples draw lots to decide their opponents. After the first round, the winner and the loser are in one group. The winner of the two groups will fight for the first place, and the winner will win the first place. He will get a silver forged Sabre and the master's personal instruction. Three months later, the top four swords can also be directly recommended.

Today, the sword field has been cleaned up. All the disciples of neifeng gathered around the sword field at noon. Some of them meditated, some recited the sword formula, some practiced the action of drawing the sword out of the sheath, and some of them had already conceived a hypothetical enemy and had a kind of practice.

Ning Xiaoling made an appointment with her elder martial brother this morning, so that he would come to see himself whether he participated or not.

Ning Xiaoling changed into easy-to-do clothes and trousers, and her clean hair also looked heroic. She looked around with her sword, looking for the trace of her elder martial brother. She complained in her heart, thinking that she would scold him severely when her elder martial brother came later.

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In the hidden peak, Ning Changjiu's time for calculation is almost over. After taking the last breath of aura, he gets up to shake his clothes and is ready to leave.

Although he was not interested in the sword testing club, he was very concerned about how far the younger martial sister had been practicing these days.

Since Nancheng doesn't go out of the pass, the younger martial sister will surely win the final victory. He thinks about the proud face of the younger martial sister, and the corners of his mouth have already faintly outlined a smile.

When he was ready to leave, he suddenly thought of the knock in his ear.

The sound was very light, but his ears were keen to catch it. He felt a trace of vigilance, turned around and looked at the iron blue smooth wall behind him - the sound came along the wall.

Ningchang's aura gradually dissipated. His hand touched the wall and felt the vibration of his fingertips. His eyebrows gradually locked.

The hidden peak is a huge space, in which the caves are scattered all over the place with complex structures. The cave Ning long selected is close to the cliff side. At this moment, the sound from the opposite side of the wall is telling him that someone is knocking on the wall with something at the other end of the cave, on the side of the cliff.

Unfortunately, the wall is facing its own cave.

Ning has not figured out the reason for all this for a long time, but the slight tremor makes him feel uneasy. Before he decides whether to advance or retreat, he sees that cobweb like cracks have emerged on the smooth wall like a mirror.

Ning long drew out the short sword he carried with him, and the tip of the sword pointed to the source of the sound.

Although the uneasiness still lingers in his heart, his spirit has calmed down. He stares at the front with great concentration, without considering whether the opposite side is enemy or friend. At the first time when the wall is broken, his sword is handed out.

The walls and tiles were broken, and a light came in. Then it was the same color as the brighter sword light. Without a sound, it was almost beyond imagination.

Click.

The wall collapsed in an instant, and the sword light scattered into countless pieces.

On the other side of the wall, there were dull groans and doubts. The sound was familiar. Ning long rang out for the first time. Who was it.

With a crash, it was like the curtain suddenly fell, and the weak light came in. In the not bright stone house, a pair of eyes looked at each other in the falling stones.

Ning Long's eyes are quiet and bright, but the man's eyes are sharp as wolves, with hatred that can't be covered.

He is Yan Feng, who should have been imprisoned in the cold prison.

Ning Changjiu glanced at the structure behind him. In a moment, he knew that the cold prison was behind the cave with hidden peaks! In a sense, the closed master of Yin Feng is also relatively guarding the prisoners in the cold prison.

At the moment, Yan Feng's hair is all over his head. Instead of the spirit of seven days ago, he has the hatred of biting people in his eyes.

Now he's in front of his chest

With a sword, the sword pierced into a small section, and then was caught by Yan Feng's fingers. He could not enter any more, but his chest was still dyed red, and the blood was dripping from the tip of the sword.

Yan Feng also recognized the young man in front of him. He hated him even more, "is it Lu Jia who asked you to come?"

Ning long looked at the healed wound and broken iron chain on his arm. He was equally puzzled and blurted out: "how can you be here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Changjiu understood it.

Yan Zhou!

Although Yan Zhou himself was imprisoned in shuge, with his prestige in the peak, it should not be difficult to let a close friend secretly help Yan Feng to release his shackles, and then point out an escape route for him.

Yan Feng is his only brother, the last touch of family ties or pressure over the rules of the school.

Ning long thought through all this, and then found himself now in a dead end.

He also understood that Yan Zhou chose this route for him because there were no closed door experts here. In these days, Ning had never seen anyone practicing in the nearby cave for a long time, but Yan Zhou didn't expect that he would not finish the book. On the back of the cold prison he dug, he was the cultivation place of his own disciple.

Even if Yan Feng is injured, he is also a master of long life. How can he fight against the enemy?

Yan Feng is also not sure whether the appearance of the young man in front of him is a coincidence or Lu's arrangement, and the sword he stabbed into his chest at the moment makes him feel extremely shocked.

He knew that the young man's realm was not high, but this surprise sword directly broke his own defense and pierced into his body.

He was a little angry, and then attributed the injury to carelessness. He never thought that this young man had any possibility to surpass himself. At the same time, he was Lu Jiajia's Apprentice. When he tortured and tortured him, he should have unspeakable pleasure.

Yan Feng suddenly felt that this ingenious meeting was a gift from fate.

Two people's minds turn very fast, the flashing of thinking is like an electric current, neither of them has spoken, but they have a tacit understanding, like an agreement.

Yan Feng pinches the point of the sword and breaks it with his fingers. The point of the sword is broken. The tremor of the broken sword is conveyed to Ning Changjiu's wrist. The young tiger is numb and nearly can't hold the sword. Yan Feng buckles the bullet with his backhand and bounces back the point of the sword as a hidden weapon.

Ning Changchang's short sword lost a part, and his body retreated half a step. When the flying sword hit, he used his intuition to cross the sword. With a Ding sound, the tip of the sword touched the body of the sword, and then suddenly bounced away. In that moment, Yan Feng's figure had hit the wall and rushed over.

Ning Chang's body was slightly fixed, and without any hesitation, he aimed at his eyes and stabbed them with a sword.

Yan Feng didn't dodge, because he knew that without the iron sword at the tip of the sword, there was no lethality? Even if he was standing in the same place, it was not enough to cut his own skin.

But Yan Feng miscalculated. At the moment when his fists hit Ning Changjiu's body, there was a tearing pain on his eyelids. Something broke his spiritual protection, cut his eyelids directly, and stabbed the sword into his pupils!

Although the sword has been broken, Ning has long been condensed into a short sword tip with his magical power.

After a hit, Ning Changchang's figure was also shaken by the sword and flew upside down. He didn't have the slightest joy for the success of the attack. He smashed the rock pillar and suddenly moved when his feet touched the ground. He ran away several times faster than before.

Yan Feng covered his eyes, and a strange color flashed on his face. He had been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, but he was stabbed two swords by a teenager in succession. Although in his eyes, the other side was only a mortal, the humiliation hurt him deeply.

He no longer has any hidden power. The accumulated power of his long life spurts out in a flash. He wants to give back all the losses he has suffered from Lu's marriage to this young man.

Ning long escape route was quickly blocked by a shadow.

In the blink of an eye, several blood beads were shot out of the shadow like steel arrows. After the blood beads, a pair of wrinkled hands clawed out, and then the mighty spiritual power itself was a solid defense.

He wanted to kill the boy as fast as he could, because he knew that other experts in the hidden peak would be shocked soon. At that time, unless Yan Zhou tried his best to protect him, he would never escape.

When Yan Zhou tried to let him out, he knew that their last blood relationship was almost consumed.

Instead of thanking his brother, he hated him.

Yan Zhou is a man who can be the leader of the peak, but he just sticks to a little obsession in his heart and lets a younger generation occupy the nest of magpies... If not, how can he bear such shame?

Hate is like wine pouring on the fire, and the killing will turned into the most resolute sword spirit.

There was no sword in his hand, but the power gushed out at that moment overtook all the sword moves of Ning Changjiu.

He grasped the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand with one hand, and directly turned his claw into his heart with the other.

The sound of steel stirring.

The skirmish between experts is also very fast.

In a short period of time, Ning long shot dozens of swords, aiming at Yan Feng's shocking moves and breaking them from the most vulnerable place. Yan Feng's moves are faster and faster. No matter what, he can't imagine that he is so high, but he can't win a young man who has not been practicing Taoism for a long time!

And he knows that if he delays a few more breath, he will surely be noticed by others.

But he didn't want to walk away from the peak. His hatred for the boy in white was even more than the escape itself.

Although he knew that as long as he kept acting like this, he would not be able to hold on for a long time.

But time won't wait for him.

Yan Feng's sword speed suddenly slowed down.

A vast and ancient sword Qi appeared and hid on his body, or his clothes, or the ends of his hair, or the chain of his feet.

With the sword meaning together, Ning Changjiu's heart's alarm sounded in an instant. He could feel the sword -- it was the sword meaning left by the master of the sword star.

With the constant polishing of Yan Feng's cultivation career, at first, Yan Feng's sense of the sword was just icing on the cake,

Now it has turned into a knife that can kill the enemy.

Ning Changchang didn't know whether he could avoid the sword, but his heart was very calm. He had not suffered any twists and turns in the previous life, but in this life, he had traveled countless times on the edge of life and death, and every time between life and death could make him have a clearer understanding of the sword in his hand. That kind of understanding was not special, but it was something he had never had before.

Fear, tension, excitement, excitement... When all the emotions mixed into eternal silence, his sword was faster than his imagination.

The light of the sword suddenly lit up, and the meaning of the sword broke through layers of armor. Before Yan Feng came to his throat, a great fear flashed in the heart of Yan Feng's sword. He didn't see the sword clearly until he touched the blood mark on his neck.

If the youth's cultivation is a little higher, he will be killed directly by his sword!

Yan Feng is very angry because of his great fear. However, with the sword like intention, he can't escape the pressure and cut Ning Long's chest in a moment.

Rather long looking at Yan Feng neck bloodstain, some regret.

But regret is useless emotion, he made a reaction in the quickest time, his sword hit the sword meaning, such as Dan's sea of Qi suddenly vibrated, the moment they touched, the surrounding stalactites were almost collapsed, such as flying sword rain.

"Go to die..." Yan Feng's pupils are red. He doesn't even care if he can escape.

Anger filled his chest. He angrily stretched out his hand and grasped the sword meaning. The other end of the sword meaning was against Ning Changchang's chest. What separated Ning Changchang's flesh and blood was just a thin sword body.

At the moment when the huge impact passed away, many people behind the doors in the hidden peak also noticed the movement and opened it slowly.

But no one has time to stop it.

The lead gray sword was like a real giant sword. It pressed Ning's sword edge close to his chest for a long time and knocked his body forward.

Yan Feng ran wildly against him, and he laughed wildly. He wanted to throw this innocent boy into the abyss. He wanted to make him feel the most twisted pain and despair, and let him break into pieces in endless fear!

Ning Changchang's sword was pressed by the opponent, but he didn't dare to let go. Once he let go, there was no spiritual power to pour in, and the thin sword body would be thoroughly penetrated.

The wind whistling over his ears as he retreated rapidly, and countless Daoist and sword moves from two generations passed his brain, but none of them could make him cross the gap of realm in a short time and reverse the victory or defeat.

But I don't know why, the more life and death is at stake, the more calm he becomes. That kind of calmness is like death of heart, which makes him feel scared.

He looked at Yan Feng's face, which was somewhat similar to Yan Zhou's, but with a very different look. All of a sudden, there was an inspiration in his mind. He thought of Yan Zhou and those strange sword moves. He didn't learn those sword moves, but at this moment, those sword moves seemed to live in his own bones! He didn't know, so he caught a straw in his intuition. The body quickly retreats, the abyss is not far away, and in the purple mansion, Jinwu opens his broad beak, and already gives out a roar like a sea beast. Ning long eyes, golden light. Yan Feng didn't have time to judge what it was, and he didn't need to judge. He never believed that there was any way to change the gap of realm. Then, in his already stinging eyes, there was a deep sense of pain again - the pain was like a rough stone poking through the fragile pupil, crushing the already blurred flesh and blood. And in the last light of the sight was a bird with dark gold feathers“ Congenitally... "Before he had time to finish his words, he lost his light, but there was no slackness in his hand, and his great anger turned into the most terrible force from his arms. At the edge of the cliff, the dragon column running through the mountain is behind. Endless gray and black fog also felt something, like boiling water. Half of Ning Changjiu's feet are beyond the cliff, but his mind is completely empty, just like what he said to Lu Jiajia last night: "his heart is focused on the eight poles, and his eyes are empty of the universe". At the moment, he forgets everything. In all his divine consciousness, there is only his own sword and Yan Feng's sword. He leaned back and saw a little light, which was so dazzling in the dark that he stretched out his finger like a sword and pressed it like a jigsaw puzzle to block the light hole. So all the light disappeared, and the darkness of death was like eternal death. This is one of Yan Zhou's strange swords. Ning Changchang realized at this moment that no matter how flawed the sword pile is, as long as he is killed before his opponent's sword is killed, even if he has 10000 flaws, the enemy will not have a chance to break it. It turns out to be such a sword... Such self-confidence, determination, rebellious, invincible! In front of him, a huge blood hole appeared in Yan Feng's throat. He didn't understand until he died. How Ning Long's sword Qi broke through his defense line and pierced his throat, and Yan Zhou would never know that his sword moves in his sleep would send his brother to huangquan. At the moment when the sword Qi dissipated, Jinwu gave out a violent hiss, and he was also intoxicated in this indomitable determination. But it's not over yet. Yan Feng, after all, is a long-lived overhaul traveler. At the moment of his death, he made the final and the only correct judgment in this decisive battle! He blew himself up. The fury surged up in an instant, and the cliff surrounding the abyss turned to pieces at that moment. Ning Changjiu's feet suddenly lost their focus. He stretched out his hand, but could not catch anything. He wanted to draw a small flying array to leave, but he could not light up any aura around him. The fate is changeable. The sword of death, which was determined before, has come true to itself. Jinwu breaks through the darkness and pursues his body as a light spot. However, Ning Changjiu runs out of strength and his brain is blank, so he falls down in a semi coma. Jinwu bites his body, but he is unable to drag him up. A person and a bird fall like this, and their figure is swallowed up by the endless darkness in an instant.