Beyond the Divine States

Temple, cut off the top of the city, two figures opposite.

Long wind over the place, black and white clothes with Shujuan.

The swords in their hands are all iron swords of 500 Wen each in the city.

"The king's city is the arena. Those who leave the king's city will be defeated, and those who hurt passers-by will be defeated. They can't use the power of power to fight with congenital spirit. They can only fight with swords, and the losers will be slaves, right?" Siming finally confirmed it.

Once signed, if either party disobeys the contract, it will take effect directly and give the slave tattoo.

Ning long nodded and said, "I've always been a believer, so must snow china girl."

Siming said: "snow porcelain is my past name. From now on, just call me Siming."

Ning Changjiu said, "if I can, I still hope there will be no such war."

"Stage fright before the war is a great taboo of swords." Si Ming Dao.

Ning Changjiu shook his head slightly and said, "I don't want to fight, but I'm not afraid to fight."

The dialogue is simple, and so is their first sword.

There seems to be thunder between them. It's not real thunder, but a snow-white sword light falling in the air.

Their swords stabbed out at the same time as they had agreed.

The sword sways in the light of the sky, and every shadow is sharp or gentle, sometimes like petals scattered in the women's basketball, sometimes like tens of thousands of crows fluttering in the night.

The two figures disappeared in the same place at the same time, and the rising and silence of the thunder could not be more than an instant.

Three feet, three feet, three inches... Their faces almost touched each other, and their hair touched each other.

Hair is also a sword. When it touches, it vibrates like a string. As soon as it flashes by, it cuts a thin blood line on both of them 'cheeks.

In the mirror like body of the sword, two people's eyes are like thunder points touching each other.

Thunder flashed, sword and fire intersected. Everything happened in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the two opposite people had changed their positions, back to back.

"Your sword is slowing down." Said Siming.

Ning Changchang knew that his sword was really slow. In the past, he was not distracted when he used to use it. After the battle with sin Jun, he was more or less infiltrated by the divinity of the other side.

This is the divinity of the Lord. The sovereign is aloof from heaven and earth, and indifferent to life and death. This is the state of mind he had when he was in great freedom. No matter how mysterious, it is not suitable for him now.

His sword was not a heartless sword, and the idea in his heart could not be erased. Therefore, the two moods mixed together, making him difficult to calm down, and the sword naturally slowed down a bit.

It's a killing fraction.

After the first sword, there was a trace of blood in Ning Long's fingers.

This is the first thunder in duanjie city today.

When the thunder sounded again, the two figures soared down together. On the roof, the bricks and tiles were broken, and the wind turned into dust.

Their swords collided fiercely. Every flash of fire in the sky is the handover of the two swords.

The sound of the sword was more and more rapid.

A series of fires lit up in the sky are like firecrackers, and their figures appear and disappear from time to time.

Every sword of simang left some extra strength, which was hidden in the air. After seventy-two swords, these hidden swords suddenly burst out in the air. When Ning Changjiu reacted, he was surrounded by seventy-two swords.

Ning didn't act rashly for a long time. He knew that the seventy-two swords would not hurt him. He was waiting for the moment when simang put out his sword.

Si Ming's sword.

Siming's sword came with the shadow of the sword. First of all, it was a point, which immediately became bright and covered Ning Changjiu's white clothes. Ning Changjiu's tight arm also came out with the sword. At the moment of the sword, he closed his eyes, instead of looking at it with his eyes, he extended it with his mental power, and caught the bright point.

Seventy two swords burst out ten thousand stars on his white clothes.

Among the stars, Ning locked the sword of simang for a long time.

The tips of the two swords are precisely against each other, the body of the swords is bent, and the two figures are rapidly pulled in. Ning Changjiu's left fist hits simang's face. Simang claps at the same time, and the fists touch each other, and the two figures close to each other instantly pull apart.

Siming's black robe opened and his sword pointed to the side. He cut off the rest of his strength and stabilized his retreating figure. Instead, he landed on a eaves for a long time and slid to the edge of the house until he stopped.

Ning long pressed his chest.

He can't help but want to draw the sword, but the spirit of the sword is still sleeping. Shura's sword can't play its peak power. The most important thing is that Siming gave up his black sword, which is equivalent to sealing Ning's sword for a long time. This battle is not divided between life and death, so he is not willing to draw the sword against his heart.

This is also a small calculation of simang. She would rather lose some advantages than block all the uncertain possibilities.

Simang didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Her black clothes, like the leaves blowing from the sky, fluttered lightly. In an instant, she passed the wind quickly and ran into Ning long.

All the swordsmanship and body methods were activated in a flash. After the two men's figures were entangled and staggered, Ning Changjiu was forced to retreat one point for each sword. In a twinkling of an eye, his figure was forced to the ground from the roof.

The people in the king's city are all empty. They are all gathered on the wall of the dynasty at the moment. They are shocked to watch the peak contest from a distance.

Ning Changchang is like a withered leaf swept into the long street. As soon as he falls to the ground, his sword is forced to come again. The flashing shadow of the sword shines like snow. Ning Changchang catches the path of the opposite sword in the light and shadow. Although he can block most of it, he has no time to find a chance to fight back.

If it goes on like this all the time, Ning Changchang will be forced by the stormy sword until the first flaw appears.

And once his defensive potential is cut out of the gap, then waiting for him, will be defeated like a mountain!

Even after retreating dozens of steps, Ning Changjiu twisted his steps and broke the green brick under his feet. His figure stopped suddenly. He ran into Siming's sword. Siming's eyebrows frowned slightly, thinking that he would not kill him?

Siming really couldn't kill him, so her sword deviated a little and cut to the shoulder.

Ning long ran into simang's body, but it was like an illusory shadow.

The breath that Shuiyue gains in the mirror makes Ning Changjiu pass through her body like a virtual shadow. Then she holds the sword handle in her backhand and stabs her back.

The speed of this sword was extremely fast, but Siming still reflected it. She put on a strange back sword style.

The sword stuck to xiubei, just like armor, protected her body and blocked the lightning fast sword.

After blocking, Siming leaned forward, lifted and swept his slender jade legs, and directly bumped into Ning Changjiu.

Ning long bent back to avoid the leg that cut to his belly like a knife. At the same time, the tip of his sword, which was stuck in the slot of the shaft of his opponent's sword, also slid upward and cut to Siming's hand.

But that's enough time for simang to turn around.

As soon as his silver hair was thrown away, Siming turned around, holding the handle of the sword in one hand, pushing the body of the sword in the other, pressing Ning Changchang's sword and pushing it directly to him.

Ning Changchang's strength at the moment is not as good as simang's, so he is forced to retreat.

"I underestimated you a lot." Ning long said.

Si Ming said proudly, "my sword technique is good."

Seven hundred years ago, she was familiar with almost all the Kendo scriptures in the world, but she held the power of time, so she didn't have many chances to make a sword. But in terms of kendo, she is stronger than Ning for a long time.

At the moment, they are in the same realm. This strong line can make her make more money after every fight. And this money is the ant nest under the dam. When she goes beyond the limit, she will break the dam.

Before the chaos of duanjie City, Siming had observed Ning Changchang for three months, and he was familiar with Ning Changchang's moves.

They just said a word, changed a breath, and then the sword entangled again.

Ning Changjiu's Tianyu sword sutra was handed out one by one in the first half of the Sutra with extremely fast speed. After all the starting and auxiliary swords were cut out, the three swords cut out the tremendous sword spirit in the thousands of confused sword shadows, and fell in the air, which was the most fierce three in the Sutra.

Just in the blink of an eye, simang's body spurted out three white Qi, the river went into the river, the white rainbow went through the sun, and the ink rain turned over the basin.

Siming's sword cuts open and his shadow comes to him.

The sword became a thread and fell into Ning Changchang's eyes. It seemed that it had split his eyes in two.

"Let me teach you what a real sword is!" The clear chide of simang rings in my ear, and the dazzling sword light is like a dragon coming out of the water, piercing Ning Changchang's eyebrows.

Ning long weighing chose to retreat.

The light of the sword kept coming, and he retreated again and again.

Siming's sword passed countless amazing radians in the air. The silver light and black figure chased Ning for a long time. Every dozens of swords left a wound on him.

Two people from this end of the street all the way to the other end, rather long black and blue.

On the tower, Shao Xiaoli nervously looked at the scene and quickly raised his voice.

The battle of the eldest brother is a battle of one defeat and two lives. It is not only about his dignity, but also about his status in the future. After all, it is extremely difficult for him to turn over with his own efforts, so he has to play the role of a fox in disguise of a tiger.

She nervously held the black sword in her hand, but her face did not change. She was very dignified, like a cold chivalrous woman or a dignified empress, which was hard to approach.

She knows a lot about Kendo today. It is obvious that the boss is in a bad situation.

However, it's not entirely the fault of the boss. After all, he has made so much effort to fight against the king. His power has been broken up. There are still many hidden injuries in his body and bones. This time, he was forced to take over the battle. How can he be a well prepared opponent?

It's shameless of simang!

Shao Xiaoli's teeth itch with hatred. He wants to grab the castle with his sword to help the eldest brother. Then he joins hands to tie up simang.

But she was afraid that one or two people had never played

She looked at it without blinking, and had to pray in her heart.

The rest of the survivors also watched the battle. Most of them were monks. For the realm they showed, most of them felt like they were on high mountain. But there is no suspense in the eyes of even young children.

It was the boy who was injured, it was the boy who vomited blood, and it was still the boy who was forced back by the sword.

"I killed a cow all day by cutting meat with a blunt knife."

"The boy is strong enough, but he still can't beat the witch."

"Well, no matter how strong the enchantress is? Can it be our Majesty's opponent? I still remember that day, the enchantress stood by the king's side with a low brow, and half of the court meeting was held. She didn't know how to make her majesty angry, so she was directly pulled to the back of the court and had a good beating. Surely everyone can't forget that voice? "

Shao Xiaoli heard half, immediately sealed his ears, look embarrassed.

Fortunately, they will never know the truth.

Shao Xiaoli calmed down, and then heard someone say: "this white dress is going to be a bloody dress, but the witch is still spotless. It seems that there is no suspense."

Shao Xiaoli couldn't help it any more. He turned his head coldly and said, "what do you know? It's just that black clothes are resistant to dirt. "

"..." the man was frightened, and even said: "Your Majesty is right!"

But Shao Xiaoli's partiality can not win for Ning for a long time.

Without the power of domineering and flowery, their battle is a fight between the long-lived realm, and the crazy singing of swords.

"I just wanted to defeat you, but you are angry, saying that the loser is a slave, and I don't know who gave you courage!" In the struggle, simang's sword splits, and the light of the sword is like the moon in the sea of clouds.

Rather long-term Shura's physique can resist those superfluous sword spirit, but can't resist the edge of the sword.

Ning long fall out of the full moon, the body to add three wounds.

His face is still calm, but this calm, like snow under the sun, is rapidly disintegrating.

Siming uses the same method. Many of his swords are rare moves thousands of years ago, and the strange changes are unexpected.

The blood feather gentleman on the city wall stands tall and upright, but he is worried in his heart. He thinks that uncle Ning is going to capsize this time. He was afraid that simang would see himself and remember some of his enemies, so he shrank back unconsciously. While looking at the people around him, he was still holding the shelf of the city guardian, the God of light.

"Is that all? Do you defeat the sin king with such a sword? " Siming stimulated him with words.

Ning has no time to answer for a long time. He sticks to his heart. If the mood is disordered, the sword will be disordered.

He can't mess with anything.

The two figures drew closer again, and the sword light was only one inch.

"Your sword is too slow." Simang flicked the sword away with his hand and snatched the throat with one sword.

"What about the sword? What about the sword that must be killed?" Siming's voice is like sword wind.

This kind of provocative words, cadenced, with strange power, really penetrated into Ning Changchang's heart.

Ning Changjiu couldn't help but say: "what else can you do with your mouth besides making a quarrel?"

"Well? What else? Don't I have a chance to know if you win? " Siming's face showed a smile. She came to him, pressed him with her sword, broke up his hard-earned strength, and beat him with her sword again.

Ning long figure floating away, along the way broke a few red lanterns.

Ning took a deep breath for a long time. The remaining divinity of sin Jun was like a very disharmonious note, which disturbed the whole tune.

In order to maintain his mood, he directly withdrew and ran towards the direction outside the city.

Siming soon followed.

It's evening, and the night is about to pass. If Ning doesn't have the means to win for a long time, he really won't have a chance.

Siming didn't wait for the arrival of night.

She chased off with her tail in her mouth.

It's better to hide in the winding city for a long time.

He didn't seem to know how strong Si Ming was in the dark. He even had the feeling of deliberately delaying each other's time for fear that she would not win.

Shao Xiaoli anxiously stares at the city.

It's getting darker and colder, but her palms are full of sweat.

Her mind had already thought of the tragic fate of herself and the eldest brother, a servant and a slave after tonight.

Finally, the battle took some turns on a long street.

Ning long for several hundred swords, and finally found a breath of opportunity, heart meditation really formula, and then cut out the sword.

Shao Xiaoli's sinking heart suddenly mentions that she knows that this is the boss's pressing box bottom Kung Fu, and she has been waiting for this sword.

The old man's sword is never rash. He must choose the best time. Ah, it seems to the bad woman Siming

Her mind is stagnant.

A moment later, she realized that the boss was not at the right time, but at the last resort.

The sword was like autumn leaves blowing out of the wind, and fell to Siming's eyes.

Siming really pinched it like an autumn leaf.

"You can't use the same move too many times." Simang broke the tip of the sword regretfully and clapped it with one hand after giving good advice.

Rather for a long time no longer have the power of parry, the body knocked open behind the house door, fell into the yard.

Simang's figure also swept into the door.

The courtyard was too far away, and the new walls were too high for them to see what was happening inside. But everyone knew that the ending was doomed, and the boy in white would never win again.

Shao Xiaoli saw the war situation more clearly than others.

Unless there is a miracle, the boss will not be able to make three swords under simang's sword.

Soon, the shadow of the sword on the top of the house was quiet, and the movement inside disappeared.

The night came as promised.

Shao Xiaoli dejected to walk down the wall, the broken door, Siming and Ning long walked out side by side.

Ning Changchang's half body is blood, and his steps are a little unsteady. He doesn't look over his head. He looks at Shao Xiaoli on the city wall through the night, and his face is not clear.

The miracle didn't seem to happen.

Shao Xiaoli immediately dismissed all the people. For fear that simang would go mad, she punished herself directly in front of them.

She followed up with her sword and walked carefully behind them.

Rather long blood decadent back see her some distressed.

The boss is so powerful. That criminal king has been beaten away by the boss. This bad woman is taking advantage of others' danger and can't win at all!

She thought so indignantly, then said in soft language, "master, this is your sword. I keep it well for you. It's not broken at all."

But Siming always ignored the sword she handed over.

They went to the palace with tacit understanding.

Only the three of them were left in the cold palace.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

"I'll light the candle." Shao Xiaoli said a low, ease the embarrassment. She is a king, but she has the lowest status among the three.

As she lit the candle, she thought about how to please simang, comfort the boss and convey some experience of being a slave.

She lit the candle, turned around, shrugged her shoulders, and was shocked.

The picture in front of her was so startled that her eyes would stare out.

See half body is blood of rather long-standing, back to Si Ming.

But Siming didn't know when she had lifted the front of black dress and knelt down on the ground. Her soft silver hair cascaded down to cover her nearly perfect dimple. Her head hung slightly and her snow-white neck looked like a swan.

At this moment, her pride and dignity have not yet faded, but with such a humble attitude knelt in front of a man, as if she was just a maid to be beaten and scolded.

"This..." Shao Xiaoli finally relieved a breath: "what's the matter?"

Do you mean that the boss has been tricked by Si Ming secretly? This... This is a bit insidious, isn't it?

Ning long turned his head and finally showed a smile to Shao Xiaoli.

Kneeling on the ground, Siming looked down at the ground and said, "I am defeated."

"Ah?" Shao Xiaoli was even more surprised to see that Siming was still sober, and said, "what happened to..."

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "don't you think we are familiar with the location of the house we entered before?"

Shao Xiaoli was stunned. After a short memory, she thought of the house they had broken into before. Did she really look familiar?

incorrect! That's my home before!

It's just that the house was destroyed once and renovated again. She didn't recognize it for the first time!

But what can that change?

More than half a year ago, before the first real confrontation between Siming and Ning Changjiu, Siming once visited Shao Xiaoli's home. During that visit, she pointed out many traps and arrays laid by Ning Changjiu, the first of which was the golden thread array buried underground.

At that time, she pulled out these lines and put them in the palm of her hand. In order to show her self-confidence and destroy Ning Changjiu's will, she just broke them, but did not destroy them.

This array has been buried in the ground.

There is no idle chess in life, but foreshadowing everywhere.

She finally paid for her confidence today.

Previously, when Siming Yijian was in hospital and saw Ning Changjiu's familiar eyes, he realized that something was wrong. Unfortunately, it was too late. The golden thread array had already started. Her ankle was entangled by the golden thread when she fell to the ground.

In fact, she had many opportunities at that time, but she made the most wrong choice.

Seven hundred years of instinct let her not resist the power of time. Those gold lines returned to the ground, but she also violated the rules of the war. This battle book is the real contract. At the moment of losing, the slave pattern is easy to automatically form somewhere in her body, declaring her failure. Shao Xiaoli was stunned to hear that. She looked at the smiming on the ground and finally reflected that the boss really won. She is no longer a slave, but a master! Her temperament suddenly changed, hands akimbo, frown, originally wanted to revenge, but remembered that Siming had not broken the curse himself, finally some softhearted, just said: "let me see your slave pattern." Siming's teeth clenched the red lips of Yurun, and the unwilling color in bingmou rose and then dissipated. In the end, she whispered, "yes." The black robe fell to the ground in an uproar. Shao Xiaoli's heart beat quickly. She swallowed her saliva and had to admit that she had some admiration for Siming's elder sister's body. If it wasn't for the presence of the eldest brother, she would have been unable to help jumping on it. Shao Xiaoli's eyes passed from top to bottom and asked, "where is it?" Simingmei's eyes closed slightly. After sighing, she separated her legs. Shao Xiaoli looked through the dark shadow“ So... It's in Hukou. " Shao Xiaoli stares at the inside of her right leg, tut TUT is surprised, she thinks again and again, still did not hold back, the hand touched go up“ Don't touch it Siming wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Shao Xiaoli's slender jade finger covered it and pressed it gently. Her legs tightened, and the current in the slave pattern ran through Siming's body. She looked like a dying swan. A moment later, Shao Xiaoli broke away from his little hand and went out quietly, blushing to the river. Siming half fell to the ground, she looked at Ning long, silent. Ning Changjiu turned around and put on the black robe for her, then lifted her up from the ground and said, "don't worry, nuwen just guarantees that you won't kill me. You're kind to me. I won't touch you. " Siming recalled the words that yening had said for a long time in the snow gorge, and sneered: "hypocritical, pretending to be a gentleman." Ning Changchang said: "believe it or not, we will leave here together tomorrow." Siming grasped the edge of the black clothes, covered the slave lines on his legs, and felt unwilling and ashamed, as well as a trace of other special emotions. Her eyes twinkled, not sure Ning was lying to herself. It's certainly acceptable for her to leave tomorrow. If Ning's words are true for a long time, she would like to leave the city now. Simang suddenly remembered something and asked, "where's that little girl? Will you take her with you? "“ Let's see if Xiao Li wants to come. " Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "if she wants to follow, I can't stop her. It's just for you to enhance your relationship." Siming looks pale（ Tomorrow should be the end of this copy.)（ Thank you for your reward! Thank you, helmsman_ The helmsman of snow porcelain reward! Thank you for your reward and support