Beyond the Divine States

There is no shadow of liantian town on the wasteland.

It seems to be hidden in an invisible space. The four walls of the transparent space are rippling. From time to time, some people walk out of it with a blank look.

The sword like the scythe of death swept over the heads of the people like black crows, but it was cut off by the vast white rainbow light in the air and broken into countless spots.

Lu Jia stands in front of Ning Changchang and Ning Xiaoling. In her hand, she is just an ordinary sword, but she is full of immortality.

Twelve autumn raised his head. On the side of his pale nose, his eyes under his hood looked like dark blue blades. He stared at the woman in front of him and guessed her identity: "but Xue xunxue, the leader of xuanri peak, drove by himself?"

Lu didn't answer.

Her snow-white figure disappeared in the same place. The sound of the sword was swirling. The sword on her side turned into several long rainbow, like the wind and snow, cutting to the twelfth autumn.

Twelve autumn look awe inspiring, I thought that the Lord of xuanri peak was stronger than I imagined.

His big sleeves are all embracing. The dark and bright are like the dense cave, which includes everything he touches.

You long's sword Qi bumps into the dark broad sleeves and is silent.

In the wide sleeves of the twelfth autumn, the pale hands were as thin as skin and bones. However, there was a burst of unspeakable power in the thin arms. The slender fingers were like five sharp swords, which cut directly into Lu's heart.

At the moment, the sword in Lu's hand is entangled by the star's broad sleeves, and she can't get away from it. This palm cuts too fast, so she can't react at all.

But almost at the same time, twelve autumn issued a miserable hum.

There was a light in his dark wide sleeve. All the sword Qi that had been included in his sleeve was like a fuse, which burst together at this moment.

If it's just sword Qi, of course, it can't break the wide sleeves of the twelfth autumn. But it's incredible that the stars in his sleeves turned into sword Qi and came back to him!

The real yuan he released was assimilated into sword Qi.

Hiss!

The sharp and bright light of the sword was like a handful of fried water. Every drop of water turned into a sharp blade of five pieces, cutting countless cracks in his vast soft sleeve.

And that palm also stopped one inch in front of Lu's chest.

Her body is like a sword. Every inch of her skin inspires the spirit of the sword anytime and anywhere. The fingertips of her thin fingers are stirred by Lu Jiajia's close sword spirit for a moment.

Twelve autumn took back the hand, gently shake, the flesh and blood of fingertips scattered, skin like new life.

He pinched a formula, the broken sleeves suddenly became bigger, turned into countless lavender clouds, wrapped his body, those sword Qi fell into the clouds and disappeared.

Twelve autumn across the lavender clouds staring at the woman with excellent sword skills, cold voice: "you are not Xue xunxue!"

Lu still didn't answer.

The body of her sword is almost perfect, and the air of the sword is like snow and fog. It's like a layer of unbreakable armor. After the snow armor, the woman's look is cold and beautiful.

She's ready for the next sword.

Twelve autumn no longer to guess her identity, he is not sure if he can do his best to defeat her, but as long as they fight, it will be a long drawn out battle, if normal, he will not help but fight, never die.

But today he has more important things to do.

Lu's idea is similar to his. She is also in urgent need of returning to zongmen, but she doesn't want to show any intention to retreat. Every sword of her seems to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, which makes her foot fall apart.

The first concession was made in December.

"I'll meet you one day, and you and I will live only one." Twelve autumn calm mouth, clouds wrapped him and Zhang Qiyu, disappeared on the cliff.

"She's a little familiar with the sword." Zhang said suddenly.

"Well? Do you know her, sir? " Twelve autumn for the Tianzong Sword Fairy is also curious, when Tianzong and a purple court state of the stunning woman.

"Eight years ago, I saw a similar sword in another girl," Zhang recalled

"Eight years ago..." Twelve autumn faintly know, eight years ago, a big man came to Nanzhou.

He didn't ask, so he took Zhang Jieyu to the gate of purple heaven.

People in liantian town can't see the panoramic view of what happened on the cliff.

They only knew that the woman in white was sent by the gods to save their lives.

Lu's wife came back and cut a sword into the open space of the wasteland.

Without Zhang Qiyu in liantian Town, the ghost festival would be much weaker. That sword actually cut through the cover of liantian Town, revealing the scenery behind.

People look back, vaguely see the long street of liantian town at the moment has an obvious curvature, but people can't notice it.

At the end of the lotus pond, there is a long picture like underground river, which leads to the endless tunnel at the bottom of the river. It turns back to the beginning of liantian town in a very long arc, and there are countless murals on the tunnel.

But somehow, people are not aware of this when they are in it.

Some people return to the small town, others hide outside and wait, hesitating whether to set foot in it.

Some people exclaimed, because the white fairy on the cliff disappeared in the blink of an eye after splitting the sword.

With her disappear, and a pair of young girls in the crowd.

"Make trouble for me!" Lu Jiajia stares at Ning for a long time and taps his forehead with her finger.

Ning Xiaoling hid behind his elder martial brother and did not dare to see his master's ferocious appearance.

Lu Jia's eyes crossed Ning Chang's shoulder and her look softened. She said with concern, "are you OK, Xiaoling?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.

Ning Changchang is dissatisfied with the different treatment of Lu's marriage. He thinks that women really have two faces.

He said with a smile: "congratulations on master's great achievement in sword body. I think it's the result of hard cultivation that master can achieve this state today."

Lu Jiajia knew that he was making a mockery of his blunders in the past. She secretly wrote a note in her heart and said, "master is not so powerful. How can I save my apprentice?"

Ning Xiaoling's eyes were full of excitement and admiration: "well, Shifu is the best."

Lu Jiajia pursed her lips and laughed. When she saw that they were well, the ice and snow in her eyes finally melted. She reached out her hands and rubbed their heads and asked, "what did you experience inside? Who trapped you? "

Ning Changchang said, "do you remember the three paintings in the sword hall?"

Lu Jia nodded and said, "of course."

Ning Changjiu said: "the three monsters in the painting may still be alive."

Lu's face changed: "are you kidding?"

Ning Changchang said: "now jiuying is in Zitian daomen. It is said that he is missing a song. That song is likely to be the python in liantian town. Xiushe is missing, but she is..."

Ning long words pause, way: "sleepy."

Our resident is a painter named Zhang Qiyu. Many of the paintings of Yu jiantianzong are written by him, which means that he has lost his animal nature. "

The more she listened, the more unreal she felt. She asked, "if it's really an ancient monster, how can you survive?"

Ning Changchang said: "I don't know what he is thinking. Maybe he has a big plan. Maybe he really doesn't have the ability to kill us. In a word... Something big may happen in Nanzhou today."

"Nine babies..." Lu Jiajia thought of its legend and still wondered: "if the legend is true, those are all monsters 3000 years ago, how can they survive today?"

Ning Changjiu explained: "the practitioners and Demons above the five ways can survive for thousands of years, but most of them will be killed by the more powerful existence..."

Ning long said here, his heart emerged a chill.

He didn't go on, just said: "go back to zongmen first, and we'll talk about the rest on the way."

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To the sword emperor Tianzong.

Four summit swords all as usual, shouxiao peak, xuanri peak, Huiyang peak, tianku peak, four peak disciples each inherit the immortal sword, each continue their unique knowledge, and begin to compare swords in the meeting field. Dozens of teachers stand in all directions to prevent accidents when meeting swords.

However, tianku peak, which was originally the least optimistic, was the biggest surprise.

Nan Cheng, a disciple of tianku peak, won the first battle of the other three peaks, and won without any doubt.

"This disciple is very good. It's very valuable to cultivate the sword spirit. It's a pity that he was born on the wrong peak. If he could come to guard Xiaofeng, he would be second only to Wako in this generation of disciples." An elder guarding Xiaofeng sighed.

Fang Hege is the most famous disciple of the generation of Sifeng.

"I don't think it's how powerful he is, but the first disciple of Sanfeng, who is relatively weak." Another person leisurely way: "although this South Cheng talent is good, but this one can't see the real strength, wait for the second round to see."

"There's no one in tiankufeng. It's the only way to let Nancheng take the lead. Any disciples under Nancheng come here, maybe they will be defeated directly."

The people of Sifeng have a lot of discussions about Nancheng. Although they affirm his strength, they still can't be optimistic about tianku peak.

However, the morale of the disciples of tiankufeng was a little low because of the successive victories of Nancheng.

We all think that elder martial brother Nancheng can be shut up in Yinfeng for such a long time. It's true that he is not famous for his sharp sword, even if he hasn't seen it in many teachers. What's more, a young man who is less than 20 years old?

"It's a pity that younger martial sister is not here, and I don't know which is better than elder martial brother Nancheng."

"Of course, elder martial brother Nancheng is more powerful! Although Ning Xiaoling's talent is remarkable, his sword test in early spring was just a fight in a den. At that time, elder martial brother Nancheng didn't get out of the pass

"Well... Elder martial sister, are you jealous of younger martial sister Xiaoling?"

"No!"

In the isolated sword field of Nancheng, the light of the Dharma array is flowing at the bottom of his feet, just like the essence. At the bottom of the Dharma array, the peak is ten thousand feet high. At a glance, the clouds are steaming, just like in the sky.

He breathed silently, waiting for the next opponent.

His sword body is more powerful than he imagined, but he is seriously injured today. The loss of every ray of aura in his body is several times of his load.

"Your name is Nan Cheng?" The next opponent came with a special forged sword in his hand. This sword is very thick and heavy, but in his hand there is a sense of picking clouds.

The man stares at Nancheng coldly, and seems to disdain the sword in his hand.

"The elder martial brother of xuanri peak! It seems to be called Lin Cai. "

"What a strange name."

"It's said that it was an orphan picked up by the Lord of xuanri peak. He took good care of it for many years and taught swordsmanship personally. Originally, he was supposed to be the final character of xuanri peak. Now he wants to come out ahead of time to suppress elder martial brother Nancheng because he can't see the scenery of tianku peak."

"Xuanrifeng... Well, is a woman jealous? Ah, I don't know if elder martial brother Nancheng can carry it. "

"Difficult..."

Nancheng looks at the sword in his hand, which is so light, but it brings him a heavy sense of oppression. His sword seems to be beyond the sword Sutra, and there is no trace to find.

"Sword." Nancheng is alert, but not afraid.

Lin Cai's face showed a faint smile. His figure floated gently, as fast as slow, unpredictable. The sword in his hand was like a paper kite moving with the wind, chopping toward Nancheng.

The Lord of xuanri peak looked at his sword and was very satisfied with it. He showed a smile.

She is the only one who knows the height and meaning of Lincai's sword, and she takes Lincai as her successor.

South Cheng stands in the same place, the sword eyes stare at the path of the sword.

A lot of people looked at it.

The two swords meet in the wind.

Lin Cai is like a cloud, while Nan Cheng is like a stubborn rock.

At the moment when their swords intersect, they are like ice breaking and cold water flowing down the waterfall. As soon as their figures rise and fall, their swords stick together tacitly. Their swords surge and collide almost at the same time. Their swords leak out and form countless waves, which spread around at a high speed like ripples.

The master of xuanri peak frowned slightly and said with great interest: "is this a competition for the purity of sword Qi? Oh, you're going to die. "

He thought that Nancheng would have some ingenious sword moves, but he didn't expect to use such a simple method.

Fighting with Lin caibi is equivalent to killing his only chance of winning.

As a result, Lin Cai's sword Qi was flowing down like a river. In an instant, he suppressed Nan Cheng. Nan Cheng held the sword high in both hands, supported it hard, and his knees were shaking slightly.

The disciples of tiankufeng looked at him nervously, and they didn't have much confidence. Although elder martial brother Nancheng was powerful, the elder disciple of xuanrifeng was more famous. Moreover, with only one move, Nancheng was suppressed. They all knew how to use swords, and they knew that if they used a slow move, they would be constrained everywhere.

But Nancheng surprised everyone again.

Lin Cai's sword Qi, which was like a cloud all over the sky, suddenly turned to gloomy. It was like a cool wind turning into rain. The rain like sword Qi was assimilated by Nan Cheng and became his sword spirit in a very short time.

The reversal of the offensive was accomplished within three breath.

Most of Lin Cai's sword ideas were assimilated. It seemed that in the army, all the generals and soldiers under his command rebelled. In the blink of an eye, he turned the spearhead and turned to the marshal in the middle.

Lin Cai didn't understand what was going on.

Nan Cheng's sword has caught fire and is stabbing Lin Cai.

It was as if the essence of the sword Qi was like a mirror with many edges, which reflected the sword fire into a fire like haze. The haze was very beautiful and made Lin Cai's face redder.

It's the red of shame.

Nan Cheng's sword has already resisted his heart, and the fire on the sword is gradually extinguished.

"Yes." South Chengshou sword line a gift, turned away.

Behind him is the voice of the sudden outbreak of tianku peak.

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"The sword and the spirit are the same?" Xue xunxue, the leader of xuanri peak, frowned tightly. He was shocked in his sword eyes: "how is this possible? Is there going to be two swordsmen in tianku peak? "

"It's not like that." Xue Lin, the leader of Huiyang peak, shook his head and said, "I've seen Lu married a sword. The sword spirit should not be like this."

"And what is this?"

"Can it be the acquired sword body?"

"Sword body after tomorrow?" Xue xunxue denied: "the cultivation method of the acquired sword body was lost 300 years ago. How could tiankufeng still have such a method?"

Their argument was fruitless.

After a few swords, Nan Cheng lost another man and stood alone in front of tianku peak, like a man in charge of the pass.

Everyone could see his exhaustion, his bloodless face and his bloody belly.

But he can use others' swords as his own mace, but the challenger can't think of a solution in a short time.

Older people think of the scene when Lu Qijia won the first place in the Four Swords summit.

At that time, Lu was just a girl of thirteen or fourteen.

Ten years in a flash.

When they were filled with emotion, there was a sword on shouxiao peak.

The sword Qi chiseled the ground, and the unbreakable array also rippled.

"Fang He Ge?" Nan Cheng feels the meaning of his sword and confirms his identity.

He is Fang Hege, the eldest disciple of shouxiao peak.

He looked at the injury on Nan Cheng's body and said with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't come to the sword earlier. Even if I beat you at this time, my reputation may not be beautiful."

Fang Hege said with a smile: "but I don't want to see you win all the time. In the history of the four peaks sword, although there is no lack of the feat of one person fighting against the twelve disciples of Sanfeng, I will not let this happen to other people in this generation. "

His words are calm and gentle. He is clearly provocative, but it gives people a sense of spring breeze.

Shouxiao peak master wanted to stop him and let him give his younger martial brothers and sisters more opportunities to practice sword, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Youth's spirit is a sword that can't be defeated.

Nancheng can feel his realm.

If you are not injured, you may still have 30% chance at the peak of your strength.

But now he has no sword.

He was a little happy. He was glad that neither the master nor his predecessors would see his failure. He also regretted that he had not been able to go through the customs once and made a big splash in the end.

He didn't like what the shouxiaofeng disciple said.

In Nancheng's mind, a real master should be as concise and unsmiling as his master and predecessors.

But at the moment, he can't beat him, which makes him very frustrated.

"I've heard so much." He and Fang Hege exchanged courtesy.

The successive victories of Nancheng also gave the disciples of tiankufeng many illusions.

Didn't Lin Cai come from the immortal's demeanor before, and finally he was defeated?

They chanted the name of elder martial brother Nancheng.

But their voices are getting lower and lower.

Fang Hege is worthy of being the eldest disciple of shouxiao peak. His sword is as empty as it is real, and it can't be changed. He doesn't give Nancheng any chance to assimilate them.

So the comparison between them is the comparison between pure realm and sword moves.

Nancheng is still as strong as a rock, not defeated soon.

A line of fire lit up between them, entangled and intersected like lightning.

The sword Qi overflows all over the place.

The visible and invisible sword moves turn into interlaced light and shadow between them.

However, people with clear eyes can see that after each sword, Nancheng's chances of winning will be reduced a little. After ten moves, Nancheng is in an absolute disadvantage.

"Without the protection of sword body, there are only these skills?" Fang and song gently pick eyebrows.

In the south, the sword stands like a stele in front of the body.

Fang Hege's sword Qi is like a snow hawk looking for food and diving. He shoots at the stubborn stone like arrows.

Suddenly, a white light flashed by.

Fang Hege's figure slightly stops, arms encircling his chest to resist.

A pair of horns hit his chest.

The sheep is not big, but its strength is not inferior to that of the practitioners at the peak of fairyland. Even if it is as strong as Fang Hege, its figure is shaken back for a few steps at the first time.

"Congenital spirit?" The surprise in Fang Hege's expression soon became indifferent.

Xiantianling is a kind of thing to assist practice. It is very fragile. If a man of similar realm attacks the enemy secretly with the spirit of heaven, he usually has only one chance to strike.

Fang and song a hit did not hurt, South Cheng the last chance to win of course also erase.

Yazhu knew that the victory had been divided, so she couldn't bear to look again.

All the disciples fell into silence.

In addition to the three peaks, no one found that the peach curtain did not know when to open, and a sword light came to the last side of the crowd.

Ning long saw the defeated sword of Nancheng.

Lu Jiajia was a little surprised at the peace of Yujian Tianzong, but peace was always good.

She looked at the seriously injured South Cheng, sighed, and then took a look at Ning long, said: "you try?"

Ning Changjiu said, "I'm not interested in martial arts competition."

Ning Xiaoling did not go to see the arena, but looked at the glittering objects on the platform and asked, "master, what is that?"

Lu Jiajia explained: "that's the reward for the leader of the four summit swords. They are Tianhe sword, heavy fire box and magic snow lotus. They have their own magical functions."

Ning Xiaoling nodded, thinking that their names sounded very good.

Ning Changchang's expression fluctuated slightly. He looked at the lotus with overlapping petals and asked, "is this the magic snow lotus?"

Lu Qijia gave an angry hum, wondering if Tianzong could make a fake?

In the competition, Nan Cheng was defeated. He hung his head and looked at the point of his sword, feeling powerless. Fang Hege defeated the strong enemy, but his face was not happy. His victory was just a matter of course. He took back the sword, gave a polite smile, looked around and asked, "who is the next one to ask about the sword?" There was silence all around. They know that Fang Hege can win until the end. This is what everyone knew before the four summit. Nancheng brought a surprise, but did not bring unexpected results. He took the sword and walked to the rear in silence as a loser. I don't know if it's an illusion. When he lowered his head, a figure in white suddenly flashed across the corner of his eyes. He looked shocked and immediately raised his head and looked back. He found a familiar figure standing in front of him and spread his hand. South Chenghui, quickly handed the sword. Ning long took the sword and went to Fang Hege. He said calmly, "I'll come."