Beyond the Divine States

Neifeng's sword trial is coming to an end.

Le Rou knew that she had no hope of winning the first place. In order not to lose face with Ning Xiaoling, she pretended to miss the first round and lost the game.

Recalling her ambition of beating Ning Xiaoling two months ago, she covered her face and sighed with frustration.

At the beginning, the voice of questioning Ning Xiaoling became lighter and lighter. At the end, there was no one to talk to. He just watched the lovely girl silently beat her opponent with vigorous and resolute means, then bowed politely and drew the sword.

At the beginning, she was willing to do more with others. She was waiting for the master to find her elder martial brother. But the delay of Lu's marriage made her worry more and more serious. She had no interest in Bijian any more. She just wanted to finish soon and then go to find her elder martial brother.

Then her sword also appears a little ruthless.

In that thunderous sword move, most of the disciples were defeated after three moves. However, Ning Xiaoling came to the sword front to practice for four months, which kept hitting them. They could only comfort themselves with the chance that Ning Xiaoling nearly died in Linhe City.

Wealth is in danger, but those who cultivate immortals should cherish their lives most. Most of those who hope for immortality are not willing to take risks that will threaten life and death.

The final battle is still Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran.

Xu Weiran saw Ning Xiaoling's previous swords. He weighed them against himself, and his heart was cold. He knew that he was not Ning Xiaoling's opponent. Although he had won her once before, he was proud of it, but how could he be reconciled?

Why can this silly little girl stand in such a high position in such a short time?

Xu Weiran's anger aroused in his heart. He looked at the silver sword on the stage. He remembered that master had left to look for the insignificant disciple. He remembered every sword that Ning had just made in his childhood. Finally, his eyes gathered and he looked at the girl's cold, childish face.

He looked dazed, as if he saw the shadow of his master in her.

But how old is she? How can you have such a clear and proud temperament?

Xu Weiran is a gentle man in his ordinary days. He has a high level among all his disciples, but he is not arrogant and impetuous. He is respected by everyone. He is almost recognized as the first person under Nancheng.

But after all, it was the affinity when he was in a high position, and his inner pride and competitiveness were finally aroused today.

Holding the sword in his hand, he suddenly felt that his sword could be cut so fast today that he could break everything.

He thought, knowing that it was a sign of breaking the border.

As soon as Yazhu makes a sound, Xu Weiran's figure moves eagerly.

He stepped up with his sword, and leaped smartly with a scratch. His body crossed a wonderful arc that could not pick out any defects, and pulled out a remnant. Then he folded his arms and the sword came back to his face, reflecting his cold face. They were the same color.

The disciples present were also shocked by his aura. They had never been Xu Weiran like this before, and even Le Rou and Yun Ze, who had a good relationship with him, were shocked.

The air was ready for a moment. Under the rolled up sleeves, the muscles of Xu Weiran's arms were tight. At that moment, it was like a poisonous snake lying in the grass for a long time, showing its poisonous teeth like lightning in a wonderful opportunity.

Ning Xiaoling closed his eyes at the moment when he jumped up.

Instead of thinking about how to win, she was thinking about what he would do if the elder martial brother stood here at the moment?

Xu Weiran doesn't have time to start the sword lock. If Ning Xiaoling wants to hide this sword, she can avoid it without much effort.

If Xu Weiran's burning sword of jealousy fails, he will never be able to stab such a fierce sword move for the second time.

But Ning Xiaoling didn't hide. She chose to fight with Xu Weiran.

She had been robbed of the opportunity by the other party, and it was too late to store the sword. Forcing her to fight the sword would only increase the possibility of her losing.

But she doesn't care whether she wins or loses.

The bright light in the sky fell on her back and made her white skin melt. But soon, the color like snow was taken away, and a cold white light came up out of thin air, like an iron rope of silver melting between the two people.

"Sword rope?" Yazhu let out a slight cry. The sword rope and the sword lock are the same Taoist methods to hold others' body shape.

The long lock, like a snake, glides past Ning Xiaoling's eyes. Her face is very cold at the moment. When it matches with the sword light, it looks like two lonely ice ridges on the eaves in the winter.

At the moment when the sword rope glides, Xu Weiran's long-standing sword power has reached its peak.

The two collided, and the sword Qi collided like two opposite waterfalls.

Yazhu looks like a congeal

And be ready to do it.

The sword light of the two collided and melted, expanded into a huge sphere, swallowed the two figures, and then the light ball broke away, and the sword light broke into countless pieces, like scattered goose feathers, falling leisurely on the peak.

The peak is high, the wind is cold, and the afternoon sun is also cold.

When the light of the sword dissipated, Ning Xiaoling's eyes were very clear. Xu Weiran stood quietly in front of her, and could not see any injury.

Ning Xiaoling said a promise, then Xu Weiran knelt down on one knee, covered his chest and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

All the teachers went up one after another to treat Xu Weiran's injury.

Xu Weiran's sword hand trembled slightly, and most of his spirit had been worn away. When he spoke again, his words just showed a faint reluctance: "what are you... On earth?"

Ning Xiaoling said a surprising answer:

"I'm the younger sister of the elder martial brother."

When she finished saying this, she seemed to lose her soul. There was no joy on her face. Instead, she sobbed with her face in her hands. Her pride just now seemed to be just a bad disguise. At this moment, it all faded away, revealing her soft heart.

Then it became quieter and quieter. No one came to persuade her, no one came to comfort her, just quiet.

This kind of quietness makes Ning Xiaoling feel uncomfortable.

She suddenly felt a hand on her back.

She is like a frightened rabbit, suddenly jumped up, full of tears in her eyes reflect the long fuzzy white.

She felt that she was dreaming. Light Fei opened her lips and said, "senior... Senior brother?"

Ning long said.

Ning Xiaoling felt relieved and fell into his arms in everyone's eyes, crying.

Ning Changchang didn't understand. He thought he had missed his martial sister's sword test. She should have blamed herself. Now he couldn't tell whether Ning Xiaoling was happy or sad. He just felt that she seemed to have grown up.

Ning long saw the last sword, and was very pleased. He patted Ning Xiaoling on the back like a child to sleep, and quietly praised her. But Ning Xiaoling once again broke away from his arms, wiped her unclean tears, and hurriedly said:

"Yes! Elder martial brother, where did you just go? Master is still looking for you. Go to her quickly. Don't let her worry! "

Ning long do not understand what they have to look for, just feel the atmosphere a little strange.

He answered, "OK."

The two left soon, and the silver sword, which symbolized honor, was left behind them, like a leaf beaten by autumn frost.

Until then, several teachers and sharp eyed disciples found that Naning's long waist, the outside disciple's wooden card has gone, replaced with the jade card that neifeng's disciples can have.

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Lu married with a rope on her back and a silver blade on her waist. Her slender waist was tightened. At the end of the last sword contest between Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran, she had signed the document of surrender of the peak master and slid along the stone wall into the valley.

The peak and valley are too deep. With the sword of her long life, she can't climb to that height in such a deep valley, so she can only use the rope.

Lu Jiajia's pure and beautiful figure slides into the darkness. The churning black fog drags her eyes down, and she melts in the dark water like snow.

After a long time, the hidden peak gradually calmed down.

"If none of you speak, I'll cut the rope." An elder in a grey robe came forward.

He was a short man with red hair. He had never spoken before. He was hidden in the crowd and no one noticed him.

"What are you talking about?" Immediately someone asked in a cold voice.

The grey robed elder is a little hunchback, but he has some master demeanor after carrying his hands. He glanced at the man lightly and sneered: "what's the suit? I urged Lu to write the document of abdication. Now I'm pretending to be a good man. What's the matter? Do you want to be such an outsider? "

The rest of the secluded elders look different.

Someone looked at the old man in grey robe and said, "it's clear in the document that after the Lord died, martial uncle Yanzhou will take over the Lord. When will he get you?"

The grey robed old man said, "we all know in our hearts that Yan Zhou is going to die soon. After Yan Zhou's death, how can the position of the Lord of the peak be empty for no reason?"

"I just don't understand that the master of the peak is kind to his apprentice. What's the crime of forcing her to die?"

"What's the crime? Of course I'm guilty The grey robed old man said, "what did the LORD say before he left? No matter what is under the dragon column

No one can enter the forbidden area. Even if she is the leader of the peak, it's a crime to break in without authorization! "

"Then why didn't you just say that?"

"Didn't you say that?"

The old man in the grey robe said faintly, "since each of us has a ghost, don't pretend to be aboveboard. It's strange that this girl didn't worship a good master. Her master owed us too much, so let her pay it back."

The previous generation's enmity has been put on the table again, and many people are silent, so it's easy to end those enmity's acquiescence.

But there was still someone standing out. The man was dressed in green and looked like a young counselor with a little white on his face. He stopped in front of the peak stone with the iron rope and said, "I don't agree."

The old man in grey robe seemed to have expected that, and said, "you are the only one who has made friends with that old man. I didn't understand at the beginning. You have paid for your kindness and protected the peak for so many years. Why don't you want to go back to shouxiao peak? Your stubborn nature will hurt you sooner or later. "

The man in green sighed and said: "the kindness of the old peak master is hard to fulfill in his whole life... Besides, Lu Jiajia is saving people. As the elders of the peak, we should block the sword behind her." The old grey man sneered, "is she worth it? We are so different, but she is still determined to go down the peak, born exquisite, mind but seven orifices blocked six orifices, what qualifications to be the peak master“ She's still young. " The man in green sighed. The grey robed old man nodded gently: "she is really young, but I don't want to wait any longer. If she is zitingjing, I won't have any thoughts today, but what can I do for a long life? By the way, previously you said that you would defend the knife behind her. Have you... Defended yourself? " At the end of the speech, a knife stood against the vest of the man in green. The man said nothing. After a long time, he sighed: "do you think what I did was wrong?" The man with the knife against him did not speak. The man in green was still unwilling and asked, "who promised you? Who can promise you? "“ People you'll never think of. " That person just said so dryly, then completely shut up, just stubbornly holding a knife against him. The grey robed man looked around and said, "chop the rope."“ Wait There was a lot of drinking behind him. A young man with disheveled hair ran out. He was carrying a broken sword, and his body was full of the meaning of sword, as if he was a sword. He is Nan Cheng, dressed as a disciple of neifeng. No one knows him“ What do you want to do to my master? " South Chengli shouts to ask, don't say his sword embryo hasn't been finished, even if Dacheng, also definitely can't make up for the lack of realm, but he resolutely pulled out the sword. The old man in grey robe looked at him, nodded and said, "the good apprentice from Lu's marriage is formidable. I won't kill you." Then he pointed a little, an invisible wave bumped into Nan Cheng's chest, broke up the sword on him, hit a stone pillar, and pressed him to the stone pillar. With just one finger, he made the younger generation's disciples no longer have the power to fight. Just like he fell into the same situation when he tried to practice his sword body, he felt despair again. This time, the despair was even darker. He wanted to watch master buried in the abyss by them“ Stop it... "He cried feebly, unable to break free. It was just a small interlude. The grey robed old man didn't care. He turned around and asked again, "who else is against it?" Dead silence. The grey robed old man didn't say anything more and didn't cut the iron rope. The crowd looked at him suspiciously. There was a point of the sword sticking out of his chest. He lowered his head and looked for a while before he realized that there was a sword running through his body. He couldn't figure out who the owner of the sword was. He just regretted that he didn't listen to the humiliation of the old peak master and improved his physique. This is the second time in his life that he suffered from the loss of physique, and it will never be the third time. The sword light moved and broke his body, blood splashed. When the old man fell down, people found that behind him stood a young man in white, who stabbed his sword into the old man's body in an extremely strange posture. He took the sword back and shook his wrist. All the blood on the sword was scattered like a steel column, and the blade was as silver as new“ I'm against it. " He said（ Thank you for the reward and support from the husband of book friend Ning Qinshui. Thank you for your encouragement to the author!)