Beyond the Divine States

"Ning Changchang, you must not believe this woman's lies. Other people cheat people with seven true sentences and three false sentences in ten sentences, and then confuse the false with the true. This woman's ten sentences are true, and it depends on her beautiful face to cheat people! If you've been cheated by her, then I won't have any sense of achievement when I take you away from me! "

The spirit of the sword Sutra reminds indignantly in the body.

The more the wind and snow in the canyon, the quieter the shadow of simang.

Her slender fingers fell between the skirt and waist, and the flying black skirt seemed to slow down.

When she lifted her fingers gently, the tight skirt really came loose. She put it on her fingers and put it around her waist. Her black skirt seemed to fall down at any time without the belt.

Cold and charming are paradoxically displayed in her body. She has stepped on the snow with bare feet, and her jade feet are in the same color with the ice and snow. With her feet and the endless wind sweeping over the canyon, her loose skirt seems to be blown away at any time.

Ning Changjiu knew that he shouldn't look at her, but when the other Party pointed to the skirt, the beautiful black poppy blooming in holiness still caught his sight for a short time.

Then his vision is like a fish biting on a hook. His vision rises and falls with each other's actions, adheres to it and can't get rid of it.

Inadvertently, their battle has begun.

Ning long thought was frightened, even closed his eyes can't do, simang's skirt is like the undulating waves in the line of sight, the waves from the distance a little bit higher, toward his pressure.

"Ga"

At the critical moment, a bird song suddenly sounded in the sky.

This birdsong is like a blade cutting across the sky, and there is a moment's fault in the soul taking action of simaming Xingyunliushui.

This fault was caught by Ning Changjiu, and he immediately drew out his sight. When the "wave" came, Ning Changjiu had already withdrawn his step and drawn his sword, and the sword was burning on the front, facing the phantom of simang.

Simang took a look at the sky.

The king of blood feather was lying on the rock wall, and it just gave out that cry.

"To die." Siming spoke coldly. With five fingers spread, the spirit power of the needle stabbed xueyujun. In the sound of Ding Ding, the sand on the stone wall was flying. Xueyujun screamed and dodged. He was still stabbed into his wings and nailed to the wall. At the same time, Ning Changjiu's sword was in front of him.

Ning long leans forward, bows one foot in front, stretches one foot behind, spins the sword between wrists, and the sword is shining for several feet.

Siming has stopped, thin fingers are in full bloom, and she reaches for Ning Changjiu's sword. A strange scene happened. Ning Changjiu's sword seemed to be controlled by her fingers, and she began to regress.

"This is the law of the universe!" The sword Jing exclaimed.

He didn't take back the sword, but he went back to before the two breath with the time of backflow.

But it's the action, not the memory, that he reverses.

Shao Xiaoli didn't notice the change at all.

With the retreat of Ning Changchang's sword, his sword will disappear. Back to the beginning, this will disappear and the other will disappear, but the intention of killing with one hand is more and more powerful. With a bang, Ning Changchang's body will fly out directly.

Until now, Shao Xiaoli finally responded.

From her point of view, what happened just now was that the boss rushed over and was hit by the other side's quick hand before he drew his sword.

The bystander's time has also been reversed, and the memory of being reversed will disappear.

In their fight, only the two sides of the game can keep sober.

"Boss!" Shao Xiaoli exclaimed in surprise. He quickly drew his sword and rubbed his body. His left hand held Ning Changchang's backward figure. His right hand held the sword out of his side and pointed at Siming.

Siming looked at the little girl and said with a smile, "now put down your sword and kneel down. I'll be your teacher. I'll spare your life."

Shao Xiaoli where letter her words, in rather long ear whispered: "boss, go first."

Ning long did not suffer much hurt, but the other party's divine power and ability, let him have a lingering fear.

Si Ming Ning stood, her skirt was still falling, flying close to her tight thighs, as if she would be pulled away by the strong wind in the canyon at any time.

Her face was outlined with a smile, pointing to the void.

"Be careful!" Ning long drink a low, push away Shao Xiaoli.

Hum!

The air between them seemed to be broken down in an instant, and the space cracked and then closed. A white virtual sword seemed to break through the gap of space and force it to the front of my eyes in an instant.

Rather long and refers to a wipe, the same sacrifice a virtual sword.

On the snow cliff, the snowflakes shake off in the moment of virtual sword intersection.

Ning long retreated half a step again, he covered his chest, as if hurt.

Siming Yingying came with a curly gait.

"You see, I'm going to kill you in front of his house, but what about the turtle? So far, I dare not come out. If you have seen him, you should have seen that broken machine, too? It's ridiculous to say that it took him a hundred years to build the exquisite and incomparable thing, but he never used it for himself. " Simang sneered: "how can a coward who dare not count his own life control his fate?"

Between words, the blown snow coagulated in her palm and turned into a new sword.

The snow sword, like a boat of angry waves, smashes in the direction of Ning Changchang.

The big boat almost filled the gap in the canyon.

Ning Changjiu's broken sword also coagulates again with his spiritual power. He jumps and steps on the wall of the gorge. Between a few jumps, he comes to the top of the gorge. The sword still goes straight and bumps into Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli was shocked. At that moment, she forgot all the swordsmanship in her mind, but she used her muscle memory for three months to cut a sword.

This is the sword she practiced most.

Bai Hong was born in the gorge and ran into the boat. Bai Hong was crushed by the boat, and the boat slowed down. Shao Xiaoli immediately fell to the ground through the short gap, and the big sword passed by her figure from above. The air of the sword hurt people's back. The fierce wind seemed to blow up the red skirt.

But at the moment, Ning long has already jumped up high, a sword split to Si Ming.

Simang moved gently and read a real formula in his mouth.

Her voice is still so moving and pleasant to hear, but the prestige contained in it is like the air wave caused by the explosion. Ning Long's long hair blows back suddenly, and her white clothes also make an uproar.

"You want to kill me? I don't know how to be compassionate. " Siming smile, her body motionless, as if to kill, but in Ning long after approaching, their figure suddenly staggered.

Ning had never seen such a fast body method for a long time, as if he had been taken away for a certain period of time, and Siming appeared directly behind him.

Siming stretched out his hand and scratched his back neck like a cat.

Yeah!

A sword came through the night behind him.

Siming slightly raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he didn't expect that the poor girl who had been counselled three months ago would dare to sword herself one after another.

And her sword is not weak.

It's just that her realm doesn't match her swordsmanship.

Shao Xiaoli's sword stabbed Siming's vest, but failed to pierce her black robe and poked her back.

Shao Xiaoli had a strange feeling, as if what she stabbed was a solid rock.

The black clothes of simang are agitated, and the silver lines shake up, shaking Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli to both sides.

"You don't like this girl, do you?" Siming said with a smile, turned his head, looked at Shao Xiaoli and said, "how dare you rob people with me?"

Si Ming took the empty sword and stabbed it.

This sword is very fast. Even if Shao Xiaoli can stop it in time, he will be seriously injured.

Ning had no time to stop him for a long time, so he flew directly to the other end of the snow gorge and went to the valley.

This action of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao forced Si Ming to withdraw his sword and pursue Ning Chang.

If you really let him across the snow gorge, it's really a bit of trouble.

In the narrow snow gorge, the two figures suddenly approach and separate, such as antelope and snow leopard. They are dexterous and show their own unique means.

Then, Ning Long's body retreated uncontrollably again.

Time goes back again.

But simang was not affected. He continued to approach. As soon as he stepped back, Ning Changjiu's position was approached again.

Even if the time goes back only twice, the result is often fatal.

Siming took out his skirt, wrapped it in his palm, and threw it to Ning Changchang's neck like a whip. Ning Changchang was close to Siming before he came back to Liangxi. At that moment, without hesitation, he quietly turned back and pointed to Siming's place with a sword. The sword was full of thunder and lightning. He swam across the stone wall and staggered in the air, illuminating Siming's eyes, When he broke his sword, he turned back to stab it. His divine sense came like a lunar eclipse. It was dark, leaving only a tiny light spot.

That's the light spot of simang.

When the sword stabbed, even simang gave birth to a dangerous omen of death. She couldn't understand the sword because it didn't have any killing intention. It was as light as the boy's white clothes.

But her intuition pulled her back.

The sword goes through with people, and the black cliffs on both sides keep retreating. However, the distance between the sword and people remains unchanged, maintaining a delicate balance.

After the death of simang, Shao Xiaoli, who fell to the ground, wiped his lips, rubbed his blood on the edge of the sword, and dragged his sword to chop again.

In the twinkling of an eye, the war turned upside down, but simang fell.

She didn't care about the sword behind her.

Her eyes were fixed on Ning Changjiu's sword. As the sword approached, she stretched out her hand, as fast as lightning, and accurately grasped the tip of the sword.

The original intention of killing, which was a little thinner at the tip of the sword, exploded when it touched simang's finger. The continuous intention of killing was like a spiral of black air, stirring the air between them.

Siming Ruyu's finger was finally cut, and there was a bloodstain in his palm, which was full of blood.

But this sword

At last, the momentum of China's economy has been exhausted.

At the same time, Shao Xiaoli's sword behind him also stabbed his vest. Siming's clothes were pierced a little, and strands of flexible cloth were picked open by the sword, exuding a trace of blood.

Siming has not shed blood for many years.

She held the tip of Ning Chang's sword, and with a swing of her arm, she shook him out of the sword.

Ning Changjiu's sword didn't work. He was also attacked by a lot. He staggered back, and the sword in his body angrily scolded: "you waste, if I stab this sword, the girl is dead!"

Siming turns back after shaking Ning for a long time. She takes a look at Shao Xiaoli.

An invisible force pressed on Shao Xiaoli's chest, her body was pushed by the hurricane, red skirt flying, rolled back.

Siming threw his hand, time back, her hand injury has been intact, leaving no trace.

She looked at her palm, as if she hadn't tasted pain for many years. She showed a look of nostalgia. She put her palm to her lips, stretched her little tongue slightly, and fell on the joint of her index finger. Then she swept up and wiped the back of her finger. The tip of her tongue stopped at the tip of her finger. She twisted her eyes on the crystal clear nails, but her eyes were pure and beautiful.

Rather long cover his chest, without distractions to stare at her, dare not have the slightest lax.

"You are really good. If you were other young people in the city, they would have died thousands of times." Siming said with a smile: "so why do you and I face each other with swords? You come back to the city with me, and we will mend the sundial together. Then I will take you away from duanjie city and go to a new world beyond your imagination. "

Rather long cold mouth: "don't take these bad words to deceive me."

Simang said with a smile: "do you really have a wife and family? You dare not look at beautiful women with a straight eye?"

Ning long holding the sword's hand was cold erosion, some stiff.

Simang walked slowly to him and said, "it's so cold here. Why should we fight here? There are innumerable jade beds and brocade quilts in the palace. If we go there and have a fight with the immortals who enjoy all the happiness of the world? "

Her words are soft, pale and cold, and there are many pictures hidden in them. As soon as they come to my ears, I can't help thinking about the scene of myself and the woman in front of me. Her figure is too attractive. In the black skirt, she looks like a warm moon, and her stand is like a jade peak, and she trembles. Even at a glance, she is dizzy and short-lived.

"Shixi, Shixi! Her skill of time flow can only be performed after ten breath each time! " The words of the spirit of the sword Sutra cut off the picture in his mind.

Ning long gently nodded, put those gorgeous pictures aside.

But simang has been floating in front of him unconsciously.

Ning Changchang retreated slightly. After a brief rise, he stepped on the wall and jumped back and forth between his legs to avoid the three long swords which were made of wind and snow.

Siming's eyes narrowed slightly and looked up.

At the moment, xueyujun also broke away from the shackles. At the moment of Ning Changchang's upward posture, xueyujun took off his wings and dived like an arrow to Siming.

Shao Xiaoli, who also suffered a lot of injuries, once again used the style of Bai hongguanri.

Simang sighed slightly. If this is Xingling hall, how can these three people fight back? It's a pity that when I was in the Xingling hall, I felt everything was in my hands. I was not as cautious as when I was outside the hall. I was cheated by Ning Changchang's bad tricks.

Although she was suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth, she could not enter the purple court, but after all, she was a divine officer in charge of the sundial. As an envoy of the kingdom of God, she went out of the kingdom to kill some powerful demons, smashed them to pieces and subdued them in the human Dynasty. Even if her realm fell, she still had power. What's her fear?

Simang's skirt suddenly flew violently.

When xueyujun swoops down, time suddenly stagnates.

The power of simang came into effect again.

Xueyujun is like a boat riding the wind and waves, suddenly put on a huge iceberg.

Siming grabbed it by the neck and swung it hard behind her. Shao Xiaoli with the sword bumped into Xueyu Jun, who was thrown away. She was forced to withdraw her sword. Then Xueyu Jun stopped her body and fell into the snow.

And her time circulation force also fell into a blank period again.

Ning long seized the gap and jumped down from the snow gorge.

The sword is sometimes like a raging dragon, sometimes like a mountain torrent, and sometimes like a roaring arrow rain.

Siming's face was calm. She looked up at Ning Chang's fierce sword, as if seeing a trapped animal's dying fight.

Soon she frowned again.

"Sword lock?" Siming lowered his head and found that on the side of the bare jade feet, the snow rolled like a marble, connected into a lock, and inadvertently directly clasped her feet like a chain.

Siming's black skirt swayed and flashed several times, but he couldn't break free immediately.

All over the sky, the sword Qi is coming.

Siming stood on the ground with his arms raised and five fingers open, like a goddess holding the sky with one arm. The spiritual power in his palm was like snow against the sky, and he bumped into Ning Chang, who was full of sword.

A continuous space shock instantly runs through the whole canyon.

Snow and hail kept falling over the canyon.

Shao Xiaoli and xueyujun were raised by the violent turbulence, and they were directly rolled and flew to the snow gorge.

Shao Xiaoli hit the ground heavily. Her red skirt was filled with cold snow. Her arms and thighs were cut by the sword, and blood flowed down her sleeves and thighs. In the pain of tearing, her skirt was soaked with thick blood.

And xueyujun also fell not far away. His wings were lying on the ground powerlessly. Along the way, his feathers were cut off by the sword Qi. Both sides of his wings looked bare. His only leg was covered with fine sword marks, and his blood was not only flowing.

He cried, thinking of himself all these years, from Zhao xianger's mother to Zhao xianger, then to Lu Jiajia, and then to today's simang. It seems that he has not escaped the sanction of women since he came out of the mountain, which makes him feel very frustrated that he once wanted to stand on his own mountain and have countless beautiful women.

"If I have a chance to go out alive, I must be a monk and a good Banshee bird who is not close to a woman!" Xueyujun supported himself with one wing and pointed to the sky with the other wing, whining and swearing.

Shao Xiaoli has no time to fight with the red headed chicken. She is in great pain and feels that she is about to bleed to death.

Her eyelids were hard to open because of the ice and snow. The snow that poured into her body melted and turned into ice water, which made her shiver constantly. The cold disease of that year seemed to make a comeback.

"Boss..." she cried hard, trying to get up from the ground.

Words are swallowed by the wind.

There was a strong wind on her back, like an invisible hand, pushing her delicate body to roll on the ground for several times.

The figure of Ning Changjiu and Siming flies out from the snow gorge.

After simang's black skirt had no strap, it couldn't hold up in the strong aura and was torn away.

Xueyujun, who had previously threatened to eat fast and recite Buddhism, immediately cast his eyes, and then he was furious.

Under simang's black skirt, she was wearing a snow-white dress. Her upper dress was an open arm loose lining, and her lower dress was a knee length white cotton skirt. The snow like dress added a touch of sacred and inviolable meaning to her figure, and the pure beauty on her face seemed to go with it, turning into a god like ruthlessness and indifference.

"It's more attractive to speak than anyone else, and it's more attractive to dress than anyone else! I'd better become a monk. Women are all cheaters... "Xueyu Jun sighed and turned to another one.

Ning Changjiu is like a broken kite. When it flies out of the canyon, it gets another palm. It flies all the way out with blood.

"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli didn't know where the power came from. He immediately took out the fallen sword from the snow, climbed up and ran towards his falling direction.

Simang is hanging in the air, her white skirt is surging, her holy face is as delicate as jade carving, standing in the night sky at the moment, just like a God.

But in fact, she also suffered a lot.

This is also the reason why she is not willing to fight Ning for a long time outside the city.

"You did a lot of preparation." Said Siming.

Ning long seems to have grasped the action after simang's backflow time. Before he put out his sword, he even considered the action before Liang Xi and the move track of simang. Several times back, even if he could not resist, but did not reveal too big, fatal flaw.

"But you're still not as good as I thought." Simang's body was falling, and his hand was soft and stretched out to his neck.

Smashing into the snow, Ning long supported his broken sword, pulled up his body and said, "you are not as strong as I imagined."

In his eyes, the sword eyes went out. Instead, there were strands of electricity like light, which made his eyes bright gold.

Simang's fingers are slow.

Time is stagnant.

But Jinwu still flew out, as if ignoring the rules she set.

There was a lot of light between them.

"At last."

Siming showed a smile, but her hand didn't retreat, instead she pressed it up.

She has known the existence of Jinwu for a long time, and in her cognition, the value of Ning Changjiu is far less than that of Jinwu. She has done so much, but has not released the real killing move, that is, she wants to lure Jinwu out and capture him alive!

Jinwu was also aware of the danger, and broke the night in an instant, trying to devour all the darkness he could reach.

All of a sudden, simang's holy eyes and eyebrows were golden, and his silver hair was more like the God son coming out of the sun after being plated with golden awn. Every one of them was shining and had a clear history.

"Stars count, ten thousand volumes of Yin Hua... Streamer for the coffin, destiny for the lock!" Simang spoke slowly and said word by word.

An indescribable field unfolded, all of a sudden accommodated her and Ning Changjiu.

It was a small world.

The meaning is bigger than the snow cliff, older than the rock, and with a bright future

With the vicissitudes of the ages, such as a snow swept the world, frozen all in the field.

Ning long felt that his mind was cooling down with the temperature.

Jinwu burst out with the light, want to compete with it, but the light also has no temperature.

Siming's face was as pale as paper.

This is the highest authority she can invoke at present.

Jinwu was imprisoned in a real time cage. Its crown feathers exploded, its wings fluttered, it gave out a cry of pain, and the golden light faded a little bit.

In Ning's long-term vision, he suddenly had an illusion.

After simang, the snow gorge seems to have started to collapse, and then turned into a sea, and then the sea gradually dried up, towering mountains, and his heart seems to have gone through countless years, without waves, and his body seems to be old, turning into ashes.

"Rather long! Wake up The cry of the spirit of the sword Sutra drew back his thoughts.

After a long time, Ning found that his fingers actually had slight wrinkles.

"This woman is a real liar!" The spirit of the sword Scripture said in horror: "this field is her world. It has the law of time and space for thousands of years. You are almost cheated by her... When you feel that you have really seen the vicissitudes of life and want to die here, your body will believe it, and then you really begin to grow old..."

It's a real deception.

Fortunately, Ning long broke free in time, otherwise he would believe that he was old, and then he would grow old and die quickly!

"Not bad." Simang grabbed Jinwu, and his frosty eyes fell on him. He praised him and said, "you can take the initiative to break free from this place. It seems that after thousands of years, even if you reincarnate countless times, your spiritual power is not weak."

Ning Changjiu immediately sticks to his heart and ignores the grand picture of the vicissitudes of life in his eyes. He only uses his feeling to make a sword to simang.

The two figures quickly separated after the struggle. Between the rise and fall of the rabbit, the light of Jinwu was like a falling tide, which flowed back to its body, and the struggling voice was weak.

Siming said with a smile, "if you don't want to be my sun, I'll have to confiscate your bird... Thanks to the young Jinwu. If it's a big bird, I really don't know how to bite."

Ning Changchang's sword was opened directly by the back of her hand. He stabilized his figure, and after a short pause, he continued to force Siming. He said, "what are you wearing? Aren't you at the end of your rope? You can kill me

"I have one more question before I kill you." Siming's face turned a little cold, she said: "today, you use your paintings to put Jue words, saying that you want to day... Oh, I don't know what the words behind are?"

Ning Changjiu can't be distracted to compete with her to make a relative mockery. He must break through the field of simang as soon as possible and let Jinwu get out.

He took a deep breath. When the next sword went, he stretched his hand to his waist, took the branch out of the cloth bag and hit it directly.

Siming's face changed slightly.

She noticed that this withered branch had been used for a long time, but she just regarded it as a magic weapon with good effect, and never thought how powerful it could be.

At the moment, Ning long took it out when life and death were at stake, which also made Siming pay more attention to it.

She reached for it and tried to snatch it.

Deng!

The jade finger collided with the withered branch, and Siming's finger shrank and made a painful hum.

In her icy eyes, there was a surge of killing.

Her fingers can directly open and crush the sword, but when she meets the withered branch of unknown material, she is hurt.

Although Ning Changchang was numb by the shock, he didn't let go. On the contrary, he waved countless shadows and hit Siming wildly.

Simang didn't dare to resist. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Shao Xiaoli, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

I was forced to stop.

"Do you have feelings for this little girl?" Simang pinched her neck. She breathed bitterly. Her delicate cheek had no blood color. The blood dyed her bright red skirt even more red.

Ning Changchang said: "in your capacity, why do you do such shameless things?"

Siming said: "if I was in the past, of course I would not care. The goddess only asked about heaven's secrets, not about human affairs, not to mention this kind of yellow haired girl. But now... Oh, you must not have experienced the feeling of falling dust, losing all your accomplishments, and all over again. If you experience it one day, you can feel my pain. "

Ning Changjiu shook his head gently: "your pain makes you degenerate, but I'm willing to do it all over again. That's the difference between me and you."

Simang's face was covered with a cold smile: "everyone will say that after you really fall into countless realms, I see if you still have the mood at the moment."

Ning long suddenly faint smile.

He is more than falling into the realm. When he wants to enter the three realms of legend and ascend, he is pierced by the most admired and respected Master he has never met. The feeling of collapse of faith is so desperate.

And then everything falls down and starts all over again.

He can understand simang's mood, but he looks down on him.

Simang's words were as cold as frost: "give up the struggle and give up your gold and the branch to me. I'm willing to give you and this little girl a way to live. I can even kill the king and give you the seat. Although this city is not big, it's better to be king and hegemony here than to die. What's more, it's isolated from the world and there's no reincarnation at all." Ning Changjiu said calmly, "this is my chip. I can't give it to you. If you really want to kill her, I can destroy everything you want." Siming looked at the boy's calm face and felt that he didn't seem to be lying. After a short confrontation, Ning Long's sudden roar broke the silence of the night“ Yechu! When are you going to wait? " A long sigh came from the snow gorge. Siming looked like a great enemy“ Now it's night. How dare you come out? " The sound of simang's voice penetrated through the wind and snow in the gorge, which made the banners in front of the cave dance wildly. Then, a voice came from the valley: "Shao Xiaoli, live." This sentence is like an imperial seal, covering the end of Shao Xiaoli's life. I want to understand that this is fate. Yechu rewrites the fate of Shao Xiaoli. Then, fate seems to be close to the outcome of Shao Xiaoli, and a miracle really happened. Shao Xiaoli didn't know where she had the strength. She pulled off the scabbard on her waist and stabbed out a sword. This is the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra, which she has never successfully used before. This is simang today