Beyond the Divine States

"Lose you!" Zhao xianger looked at the sparrow and was silent for a while. Her sleepy eyes were clear. She stared at Ning Changchang and said, "I woke up. You seem to be dreaming!"

Ning long looked at the sparrow in the eye tree, looked at Zhao Xiang'er with some disdain, and said, "can you be a little poetic, the local emperor?"

His voice seemed to be a little loud, and then his voice fell. The sparrow on the tree had already fluttered away.

"Your poetry has run away." Zhao xianger said with a sneer, "don't you chase it?"

"What's the point of chasing a little sparrow when the little rosefinch is around?" Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao xianger picked her eyebrows lightly and said, "hmm? You admit it's a sparrow? "

Rather long Wei Zheng, don't know how to explain, then straight way: "you just don't want to admit defeat?"

Zhao xianger has always been the one who makes trouble out of no reason. Now she is robbed by the other party first. She is a little angry for a moment: "the fish with a ding of silver should be fed to the naughty dog."

Ning long calm way: "you invite me to eat, I don't also let you sleep?"

“？” Zhao Xiang'er was slightly stunned, thinking about the appearance of sleeping on his lap before. His eyes narrowed slightly: "it seems that I was kind-hearted in Linhe City at that time. Now I can stand beating. Dare to talk like this?"

Between the words, Zhao xianger gently stretched out her hand. She didn't use any spiritual power. The sparrow that used to perch on the tree really flew back and stopped between her fingers.

She has the blood of the sparrow, and naturally has a natural control over the little sparrow in the world.

Zhao xianger stretched out a finger, gently touched his forehead and said, "little sparrow, there is a blind man who calls you leaf."

The sparrow chirped a few times.

Rather long unconvinced, also came over, touched its tail feather, way: "you later call leaf."

The sparrow barked, turned and pecked his finger. He would rather hold back for a long time. Looking at the sparrow, he tentatively compromised and said, "or it will be a draw?"

He doesn't want to be slapped by Zhao xianger.

Zhao xianger said faintly, "if you ask me, I'll reluctantly promise you."

Ning Changchang said, "when you ask me."

"Is it?" The corner of Zhao xianger's mouth rises.

Ning long also looked at her.

Wutong laughing covered by greetings, the streets were dyed yellow, sparrows fluttering away, and the afternoon sunlight seemed to be only two beams, which fell right on the young girls and young girls. They were opposite and smiling, and all the leaves of the phoenix trees on the ground were cut into pieces.

Ning long looked at her, suddenly laughed: "at that time you are also white skirt."

"Well?"

"The first time we met, outside the general's mansion, I was still a quiet but resourceful official lady."

"What's wrong with the white skirt? Don't you wear it too? Did Lu Qijia talk about it later? What's the evaluation? "

"Can you forget about this..."

"What? I'm ashamed of myself? "

Zhao xianger's smile is particularly bright in the light.

Ning looked at her for a long time and said with a smile, "do you still remember that you were beaten half of your body by Mrs. Bai at that time, and finally I carried you back to the old house to heal?"

Zhao xianger's eyes flashed and said, "hmm? Want to play the emotional card? "

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "I don't know if your highness Xiang'er can remember. When you woke up, you were lying on your stomach."

Zhao xianger's eyes lit up: "what did you do?"

Ning Changchang said: "of course, I taught your highness a good lesson. It's a pity that you were in a coma and didn't cry."

Zhao xianger took a deep breath. Her chest heaved and her cheek flashed a glow of anger or shame. She took off her umbrella and said, "if I don't beat you so hard today that I can't recognize you, you don't want to go back!"

Choking! The ancient red light suddenly unfolds. In a flash, Zhao xianger has drawn out the sword in the umbrella. She uses the half open red umbrella as a cover, and the thin sword flashes like lightning, directly stabbing Ning Changchang's heart.

Ning Changchang deliberately angered her, so he had a reaction. When Zhao xianger's murderous spirit rose, he also held the handle of the sword. When the white light behind the red umbrella flashed in front of him like thunder, the light of the sword lit up from Ning Changchang's scabbard. The iron sword hidden in the sandalwood Baihe scabbard, just like a shot, accurately intercepted Zhao xianger's umbrella sword.

The point of the sword collided with the edge of the sword, and the snow-white sword gas collided, blowing out a gorgeous burning sword fire. Their eyes were red in the light of the fire. At the moment when the two swords collided, the whole street seemed to be swept by the strong wind, and all the fallen leaves were crushed into powder and blown clean.

"Your Highness, are you angry?" Ning Changjiu holds his sword against his opponent's umbrella sword and holds the scabbard in his other hand. The scabbard turns like a stick in his hand and swings it at Zhao xianger.

Zhao xianger holds the umbrella and turns it. The red umbrella is in full bloom. No matter how gaudy and sharp the scabbard is, it will play immediately after hitting the surface of the umbrella. The shadow of the scabbard is still like rain. No matter how heavy the rainstorm is, how can it break through the umbrella?

"Angry? Oh, I'd like to thank Mr. Ning for telling me frankly, so that you can list one more crime. " Zhao xianger's beautiful eyes and eyebrows returned to calm. The umbrella and sword came out of the sword fire, shaking out thousands of shadows. Each one was like a whip, covering Ning long.

Ning Changchang's eyes suddenly brighten, his sword eyes open, and he looks at the sword falling like a rainstorm. With the force of the collision between the wooden scabbard and the umbrella, he retreats slightly, picks up the sword, and accurately hits the slender umbrella sword in the shadow of the sword. Then he turns the sword into a flood beast, and chases Zhao xianger's sword away.

Bang!

At the end of the flood's sword Qi, the ghost of the red umbrella appeared. The sword Qi hit the surface of the umbrella, and there was no trace of it. Zhao Xiang'er turned the handle of the umbrella, like throwing away the rain, and rolled back all the sword Qi adhering to the surface of the umbrella.

Ning long face does not change color, the sword Qi in the Mou light is more prosperous, unexpectedly still faintly permeates a touch of golden light.

The sword Qi that rolled back touched Ning Changchang's eyes and ignited like a piece of paper. When the sword Qi fell in front of him, it was burnt out and turned into ashes. At the same time, Ning Changjiu's sword turned into a white rainbow. This white rainbow combines the Japanese style of Baihong of Jianzong and the sword technique of duanjie city. It is so changeable that it stabs Zhao xianger at a speed that can't be seen clearly.

Zhao xianger slightly raised her eyebrows. She remembered the trend of the sword.

This is the same as that of the nameless man who split the soul swallowing man on the day of the imperial city.

This sword looks straight from the side, but when looking down from above, it lacks a slender and beautiful arc like a crescent moon. Zhao Xiang'er's straight and curved sword has lit up her eyebrows in a twinkling of an eye. If ordinary people can't tell the trend of this sword, they will be in a hurry. However, Zhao Xiang'er's eyebrows are more and more quiet in the sword spirit. She has spent eight years looking at the West. She doesn't need any similar means to capture the track of his sword.

The thin sword sticks out like a poisonous snake, cuts into the light of the sword, and picks Ning Changjiu's sword. The sword fire is extinguished on the surface of the red umbrella. The silent street is full of metal vibration.

"There are quite a lot of patterns!" After Zhao xianger and his figure staggered, he turned back and stabbed his back.

"I have a lot of other tricks, your highness will know later." Ning long fight back. His eyes a coagulation, backhand sword to the side of a brush, block this stab to a sword.

Zhao xianger's face was angry: "looking for death!"

With one hand, she withdrew her sword, and with the other hand, she pressed on the red umbrella. The red umbrella rotated at a high speed between her palms, like a curtain, suddenly occupied Ning's long-term sight.

Ning Long's eyes were momentarily deterred. On the side of the red umbrella, Zhao xianger's sword picked out a sword fire and forced it to the front.

"Earn it!"

Ning Changjiu reflected it in time, retreated half a step, and his scabbard jumped up to block the sword. At the same time, instead of squinting his eyes, he directly condensed his eyes into two empty swords, one left and one right, and attacked Zhao xianger like a flying sword.

Zhao Xiang'er ignored it. When the two virtual swords were close to his body, they seemed to fall into layers of illusions without any sound.

This is the "world" she created.

Zhao Xianger's umbrella in the twinkling of an eye is like an impregnable shield. Rather than the sword that he has been taking for a long time, he has caught the constant changes of her sword. While he is hiding from the impact of a red umbrella like a shield, his figure has been forced to retreat and suddenly has passed dozens of Wutong trees.

Zhao xianger's sword is getting faster and faster. At a certain moment, the red umbrella in her hand suddenly turns into a sword. She holds the handle of the umbrella in reverse. When her little arm shakes, the red umbrella, like a dark red rainbow light, collides with Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changchang wanted to use sword Qi as a barrier, but when the boundary of sword Qi came up, he was smashed to pieces by the red umbrella. The roaring fire like a fire dragon, like a giant arrow shot from the siege crossbow, locked Ning Changchang's figure to death.

Beside the Wutong tree, the young man was in white.

The umbrella ran into his figure, but his figure was pure black. The umbrella passed through the shadow as if there were nothing. He used the moon in the mirror to exchange his position with the reflection on the ground.

Zhao xianger had expected that at the moment when his figure turned upside down, the thin sword was thrown like an arrow and connected with the umbrella to form a straight line. In that line, no matter how Ning Changjiu exchanged his body shadow, he would be stabbed by the sword accurately.

The girl had the chance to win, but in a flash, the umbrella on the ground suddenly left the ground and bumped back towards herself along the previous track, while her body also moved backward uncontrollably.

What did Zhao Xiang'er guess? His face turned strange.

Her time was reversed!

After the red umbrella passed, Ning Long's noumenon and shadow were replaced again. On his side, he held a gun in one hand and a scabbard in the other. He was like a ghost with two steel blades. His figure flashed and ran into Zhao xianger's arms.

When the sword was forced to her body, Zhao xianger broke away from the torrent of time. She had no time to make an accurate response, so she was crushed by a series of impenetrable sword moves by Ning Changchang. Those sword moves were full of tricks, such as raging waves, surging incessantly, and covered Zhao xianger one after another.

"Is this the power of time?" Zhao xianger, with his red umbrella and fine sword standing on the left and right, suddenly understood: "did the woman of simang give you the power?"

He deliberately concealed this matter before, but now he was guessed, which made the girl angry.

At the same time, Ning Changjiu's sword shadows are all merged into one at this moment. It's a huge sword shadow that almost crosses the whole street. It's like a white dragon. It's vigorous and spewing rainbow light, making a final impact on the girl.

"Don't think about it. Simang is just a monster with blue face and tusks." Ning long while making a fierce move, but also do not forget to explain.

Zhao xianger sneered: "I'm not the stupid woman that Lu married!"

The raging fire rose abruptly from Zhao xianger's side. The moving flames seemed to be made of innumerable feathers, and each feather lit up the shadow of the sparrow. When the dragon is pressed down, the Phoenix Fire rises to the ground and fires toward the sky. In the white rainbow and the fire, the two swords collide again, making a harsh sound that can break the steel.

The white stone and the shard of the flame are all out of the ground. The stone bricks on the ground hundreds of years old are broken by a touch, and the long streets are like a huge chimney. The spit of flames is coming out from both sides of the chimney, and the Wutong trees on both sides are cut clean along the road, and the walls on both sides are beginning to collapse and melt.

Fortunately, this is a deserted house, otherwise it would be an uncontrollable tragedy.

The sword blades rub against each other, sparks are flying all over the place, and their clothes and hair are lifted by the burst of sword Qi. After several shocks, the swords collide again. They are like two iron nails smashed together. They are getting closer and closer, and their figures holding the sword are getting closer and closer. On one hand, the snow-white sword Qi washes like a waterfall, and on the other hand, the burning phoenix feathers are in full swing, The girl who used to sleep on Ning Changchang's thigh is as clever as a kitten. She is like the son of God who came to the world. The fire of red lotus is burning on her skirt.

The friction of the iron sword was so sharp that it made the teeth ache.

In the grand light, their close faces were shining brightly. For a long time, they could even see her fine eyelashes and delicate lines on her thin lips.

Their breath wave after wave, stirring the sky, there is a faint trend of lightning and thunder.

"Click!"

Before the thunder falls, the sound of sword breaking starts.

As Zhao Xiang'er had previously judged, Ning Chang'an's sword was not good enough. At the moment when he was fighting with Zhao Xiang'er, the vibration frequency of the sword was too high to imagine. Even if he was full of spiritual power, he was still unbearable. At this moment, he was shocked in two. When his sword was broken, Zhao Xiang'er's sword would carry irresistible inertia and strength, Cut off his head at the highest speed.

At the moment when the sword was broken, Zhao xianger's eyes also flashed a color of panic. But the sword could not be retrieved.

Ning's power was still breathing for a long time. He clenched his teeth and suddenly burst out a fierce drink. All the Shura's power was as thin as a volcano, and the burst out golden light was like slender golden dragons. He climbed up all over his body and turned into a huge pure gold Dharma form. This dharma form was like the legendary Buddha standing in the sky, but he was far from as compassionate as the Buddha, Half as ferocious as a ghost, half as beautiful as a God. On the thick arms, the shadow of the golden dragon is like the sun engraved with inscriptions. These sun were born in ancient times, and they are brilliant.

He was supposed to come in an invincible posture, but unfortunately his armor was damaged and cracked with naked eyes. In his empty hand, a big sword that he should have had disappeared, which greatly reduced his explosive power.

The flaming blade collided with the golden Shura giant.

In the crashing sound, the ripple like afterwaves are thrown out roughly, and the firecracker like repeated explosions set off countless waves. The seemingly solid golden giant was cut out of a crack by the sword. The crack quickly extended and broke the giant's waist in an instant. Giant like the collapse of the mountain, burning down, inch by inch smashed into pieces.

The broken Shura's body, even if it was sent to the extreme, still could not stop the sword burning three thousand Phoenix Fire.

The light of the fire is like a rising Phoenix, which bumps into Ning Changchang's arms and disappears in a flash. Ning Changchang's figure is cut off and flies out. He breaks his sword to support the ground and plows a very deep road on the broken bluestone road.

After a long time, the smoke finally subsided. Ning long stood up with a broken sword and wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth. Zhao Xiang'er stood in the same place with a pale face, and her hand holding the sword could not droop. On her white clothes, a drop of blood splashed into the flowers, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

"Is that all you have to do?" In the end, Zhao xianger is more lightly injured. She holds the sword and goes to Ning Changjiu. The girl seems to be calm, but in fact she has a lingering fear. Previously, she would like to turn around time abruptly for a long time. If the explosive force of the tide is stronger, it may even defeat her defense directly.

Ning long standing up, Phoenix Fire add body of the moment, he seems to fall into a new world, in front of the blood and flesh for firewood burning white ghost, that moment of trance is not fatal, but let him give birth to a glimmer of enlightenment, this silk sentiment is not even inferior to sin Jun that way.

Ning long looked at the girl in the white skirt and sophisticated, "my sword is not as good as you."

Zhao xianger was noncommittal and said, "but your sword has been broken. Do you want to take out another sword from under your skirt like those dancer assassins?"

Ning looked at the broken sword for a long time and said: "this is the best sword I bought in the state of Zhao. If your highness breaks it, you can't compensate me?"

Zhao xianger's eyebrows frowned slightly. She immediately showed her face with a smile, pointed to the ruined street and said, "this is the folk house and street of our country. Now that you have destroyed it like this, how much silver should you pay me?"

The two young girls who had been fighting so hard to part with each other at the moment were so casual.

Ning long looked at his lonely self and said with a bitter smile, "can I take my own debt?"

Zhao xianger sneered and said, "do you want to sell it to the pork shop or the building?"

Ning long pondered for a moment, tentatively asked: "Your Highness has been living in the deep palace for a long time, isn't it lonely?"

"It's very lonely indeed. I don't mind if you put on your skirt and make-up and come to dance for me every day."

"Your Highness misunderstood me. I just want to ask if you need a devoted husband to teach you how to write virtuous and virtuous."

Zhao xianger narrowed his eyes and said, "is it OK? Forget the pain? "

Ning long cough a mouthful of blood, a way: "Your Highness is really not light."

"Don't hold on if you can't hold on." Zhao xianger said.

Ning long Piao one eye, she hides in the sleeve, the hand that can't hold the sword, way: "you also are same."

They looked at each other for a while.

"What's for tonight?"

"I want to eat..."

"Think it over," he said

“……”

Ning Changchang came to the appointment, but he didn't have any money on him. He could be tough on Zhao xianger, but he had to bow his head here.

Zhao xianger walked past him at random.

Ning Changchang's face is also ordinary. He gently holds the hilt of the sword and counts Zhao xianger's steps. He wants to find a breakthrough point, launch the time power and defeat her unpreparedly. But Zhao xianger is also on guard. All her seemingly casual actions are actually defensive. No matter how long Ning Changchang retreats to a few breath ago, he can't make an overwhelming attack on her, On the contrary, she may be chased and beaten by her power.

"Eat the most expensive restaurant here." Rather long indifferent smile, as if nothing happened to get up.

"The most expensive?" Zhao xianger sneered: "then I can only mortgage you."

Zhao Xiang'er thought about it and said, "well, it's not easy to read you. I'll take you to the biggest restaurant in the whole state of Zhao."

Ning long loosened a muscle and bone, a way: "thank you, your highness."

Along the way, they seemed to walk normally, but their sword Qi popped up from time to time and turned into snakes that suddenly attacked the people around them.

"When I saw this tall building, I felt it. I confiscated my sword. I didn't hurt Mr. Ning..."

"I saw this autumn chrysanthemum holding fragrance in the cold wind. I didn't control the sword Qi. I didn't hurt Miss Zhao..."

"I see that the four words of jiuxiao on the stele Pavilion contain the true meaning of sword Qi, which I can't restrain for a moment."

"In my opinion, this plaque has four characters with white head for thousands of years, which contains the wonderful principles of Taoism and is temporarily absent-minded."

"I see this..."

“……”

"Ten years of solitary lamp painting."

"Cold night, sparse rain, each hazy..."

When they failed to match the sword, they began to fight against poetry.

"Wealth does not last long." Zhao Xiang son light way.

"It's hard for a copper stove to be quiet and fragrant." Ning Changjiu also took the homonym of Xiang.

“……”

In their harmonious and pleasant communication, they unconsciously went back to the palace.

"What did you bring me here for?" Ning long into the gate, as the first day with Ning catch water and song side as.

Zhao xianger said with a smile: "the best banquet of Zhao is certainly in the palace."

Rather long frown way: "you ambush?"

Zhao xianger continued: "then you are hungry yourself."

Zitingjing can not drink or eat for a long time, but the best food is more to enjoy the beauty of delicacies than to supplement strength.

Rather than be timid for a long time, she walked quietly beside her.

Even so long, none of them let down their vigilance.

"Hasn't it been repaired yet?" Ning long looked to the direction of the ruins of Qianyu palace and found that the waste rocks there had been cleaned up and the weeds were overgrown.

Zhao xianger said: "because when my mother came, the former site of Qianyu palace was like this. Now that she's gone, Qianyu palace will be restored. Maybe that's why the fire broke out in the imperial city. "

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "don't you want to repair it?"

Zhao xianger said with a faint smile, "I've done it several times, but I can't do it. Maybe that's what mother means."

Ning long looked at the weeds in Qianyu palace and said, "is it really meaningful to go back to the starting point?"

Zhao xianger said: "I don't know, but no matter what my mother does, she likes to draw a circle. No matter what kind of arrangement, she has to connect the front and back in order to be satisfied. So I always doubt whether I am a bead in her circle."

Ning Changjiu said, "if she only uses you, will you still respect and love her?"“ Yes Zhao xianger said. Ning long asked, "what if she wants to kill you?"“ Then I'll have to draw my sword at her. " Zhao xianger said with a faint smile. She respects her mother and relatives, but she is by no means one of those foolish and loyal people who gave poison wine to drink and white silk to hang the beam of the house in history. Ning long looked at the maple leaf in the ruins of qianyugong. He couldn't help but think of sin Jun. he had forgotten his true face, but he still remembered what sin Jun looked like when he drew a circle - a perfect circle that was hard to forget at a glance. Is she really the daughter of rosefinch? Is that lady the Lord of the kingdom? If so, how can this tiny state of Zhao accommodate the plan to touch the kingdom of God? Ning can't help thinking of the master for a long time, but he is short-lived. It's a terrible absence. When he came back to his senses, there were streets around him, and the eaves of the imperial palace were tilted. His eyes were full of burning flames and giant birds flying in the flames. In front of him was a temple dancing like a raging fire devil. Zhao xianger stood in front of the temple, his white skirt shining like fire“ I'll eat later. I'll take Mr. Ning to see the world first. " She looked down at Ning Changjiu and held out her hand with a smile“ This is the real power of the world. Welcome to the country I created. " This is where she created the showdown. In the voice of words, the world cheers. Every ray of flame, every sparrow, every crackling burning building... In this world carved with red crystal, the flame is soaring to the sky. Everything is like a sword that eats people. They point to Ning Changchang one by one. This scene is like the collapse of a towering mountain, and he just stands in the deep valley surrounded by mountains. There is no escape from all enemies.