Beyond the Divine States

The thirteen disciples of the sword pavilion are famous all over the world. The seventh and the eighth are the same body of the sword spirit. They were born with swords in their hands. They were doomed to the path of Kendo when they were born.

After that, they also worked hard and became famous all over the world. Finally, they became disciples of the sword Pavilion and were known as one of the 14 sharpest swords in the world.

In addition to the first four disciples, the oldest of the remaining disciples is only over 50 years old.

This can even be called a teenager by the measure of a monk.

The seven disciples, named Liu He, were in their thirties. His eyebrows are like willows, and his sword is like willows. Since the beginning of his cultivation, he has never been defeated in sword competition in the same realm. Except for the five hidden monsters in the Middle Earth, few people are qualified to be his opponents.

No matter how modest their appearance is, they are proud of what they have in their heart, which is close to arrogance.

So Jianshi was very strange.

This trip to the Dragon Mother banquet was ordered by the Third Elder martial brother. Although he didn't know what the purpose was, Liu he always respected the Third Elder martial brother and didn't ask why.

Since then, he has been in anonymity. Although people know who is from the sword Pavilion, they don't know who it is.

The swordsman can understand that the master is afraid of trouble. What's more, the world they live in is quite different from those monks in daokang village, one in the cloud and the other in the mud.

But she did not think that the master had the idea of a sword.

Although the sword body of that unknown woman is worthless to Mr. Qi, even if he can make her sword, it's something to be proud of. If that woman knew that it was the sword Pavilion disciple who defeated her, she would feel proud even though she was defeated. She would never forget her whole life.

When Jianshi thought about this, Liuhe had already ascended to the third floor.

He walked gently across the steps, like the sea wind blowing tide, the lake wind asking willows, so the waves from the rise, willows from the dance, his realm of repression is like a bud out of the cold winter, slowly blooming.

Now on the fourth floor, Lu's wife is standing on the side of the lotus sword pool.

The sword building is the largest of all the buildings, and it is also the most complete one for prohibition and protection. Because the people who repair swords are the most unreasonable. Sometimes they are not satisfied with the defeat of swords, so they have to separate life and death, and then fight fiercely.

Lu married the fastest of all.

At the time of sword competition, everyone reported to their families. Some of them could say a long string. For example, "the first disciple of Wanjie Xianzong is not a common vein. At the foot of Yumen mountain, he once won Ouyang sword, the leader of Liufeng mountain."

And then he lost faster than he reported himself.

Not because of anything else, but because the sword meaning of Lu's wife was too incredible.

The sword tower is only one sword compared with the sword. After one sword, the one who still has the meaning of the sword is the winner.

Lu's sword body can assimilate other people's sword Qi into his own.

On the fourth floor, no one took the initiative to choose Lu as his opponent.

She was not in a hurry. She sat down beside the lotus and drank tea.

"When did a Sword Fairy like you come out of this middle earth?"

In the end, the rest of them chose their opponents, but a man had no choice but to go to the opposite side of Lu's marriage. When he looked at this beautiful woman, he also had a feeling in his heart. He thought that these beautiful women, like the lotus in the pool, were spotless. They should have been famous for a long time. Why never heard of them?

Lu put down her tea cup and said, "I'm from Nanzhou."

After hearing this, the man was even more surprised. He thought that such a Sword Fairy could be found in such wild places as Nanzhou?

After boxing with Lu, he took out his sword.

He knew that he was no match for the woman in front of him.

Lu Jiajia won't underestimate the enemy just because she is sure to win... Since she lost to Ning Changjiu on that day, no matter who she is against, she doesn't have the slightest distraction and contempt.

But Rao is so focused that her spirit is still scattered by the rest at the beginning of the contest.

She took a subconscious look at the corridor.

The narrow corridor is the only way to the top of Jianlou.

Anyone else?

Lu Jia felt the sword.

Those who can reach the fourth floor are the best in kendo.

But Lu still had the illusion that the sword, which slowly ascended the stairs, was aimed at her.

Da.

Everyone heard the footsteps.

The sound of sword strike all over the building was suppressed by the slight footstep.

They all looked there together.

"I'm sorry to disturb you for being late." Liu he was plain in appearance, but he had some spirit. The sword he held in his arms was also plain. It was the sword he bought at the beginning of his practice, and he never changed it again.

But the people present are not stupid, they know, can appear here, who are ordinary people?

The moment he appeared, all the swords could not help trembling, as if in fear or submission.

"Mr. Liu? Are you Mr. Liu from Jiange? " Someone guessed the possibility and couldn't help drinking it.

For a moment, people in the sword building no longer want to compare swords.

There is no doubt that Jiange is the place that Chinese sword practitioners yearn for most of their lives. When it was announced that Jiange was going to recruit the fourteenth disciple, many of the sect's Tianzong talents were eager to try. Their sect did not regard this as betrayal, but felt proud of their ancestors.

The only one with such treatment is the sword Pavilion. There is no doubt that the sword sage of the sword Pavilion is the first in China and the world.

Liu He listened to their noisy comments, and tapped the void with his fingers.

The sound of the sword started, which made the sword building silent.

"Liu came in the mood, and he knew the rules of the sword building. You are better than the sword. You don't need to worry about me." With a smile, Liu He walked slowly into the building.

After everyone knew his identity, the ordinary looking man's demeanor in their eyes surpassed all the famous CHILDES.

"Mr. seven is also here to compare swords?" Some people in shock, can not help but ask the doubts in the heart.

Liu He nodded gently: "exactly."

They knew that someone was coming to the sword Pavilion, but they never thought that Mr. seven would come to compare swords in person.

In the whole dragon mother banquet, apart from the rarely seen dragon mother, who can be Mr. seven's opponent?

However, the spirit of the people was not low. What's the honor of being able to feel the meaning of the sword once?

On the fourth floor, only Lu was always calm.

She is standing on the side of the lotus pond, like a quiet hanging painting, in which people have exhausted their life skills.

But the painting soon became discordant.

Because Liu He looked at her.

His eyes were clear and gentle, but they looked like a sword. With just one look, Lu's natural sword was no longer perfect.

Lu Jiajia was indifferent to his gaze, but asked faintly, "are you here for me?"

This sentence falls in different people's ears, meaning is also very different.

Some people admire you, some feel arrogant, and some sneer at you. You used to be cold and arrogant, just like a lotus fairy. Now when you meet the disciples of the sword Pavilion, you also take the initiative to fight to win the other's attention. Oh, it seems that Qingao can't disguise, and the fairy can't escape fame and fortune.

Liu He's reply was also beyond everyone's expectation: "I went upstairs just for you."

This sentence is somewhat provocative and ambiguous.

Lu Jiaxiu's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Others just think she's flattered or nervous.

But Lu felt a little disgusted.

Although she has never been to China before, who knows the name of the sword pavilion?

In her heart, the sword pavilion has always been a holy land for sword cultivation.

Although the seven masters of the sword pavilion are strong, they are far from the disciples of the sword Pavilion in her mind.

The man on the opposite side of Lu's marriage heard that Liu he said so, and quickly gave way.

Liu He with a smile, holding the sword came to her opposite.

They are separated by a lotus pond.

"Your sword spirit is not good at body training." Liu He is open to the mountain road.

"What's your opinion?" Lu asked

Liu he was not stingy either, so he slowly drew out the sword in the sheath and said with a smile: "the spirit of the sword is the same body. As the name suggests, the sword is also the spirit. It is a powerful spirit that can fit itself. But you are eager for quick success and instant benefit, and you directly refine the sword body into your body. What you get in exchange for is to make the sword body stronger and the sword Qi sharper... When you get the sword, you lose your spirit. "

Lu doesn't know whether his idea is right or not, but her sword body is refined for a long time. Of course, she believes in her husband more.

But even so, she knew that she might stop at the fourth floor.

"No need to draw sword," Lu said

Liu he continued to draw the sword, but he didn't pull it out.

All the people in the audience were frightened by his actions. It was not until Lu Jiajia opened her mouth that she broke this seemingly casual but frightening action.

Liu he was not annoyed. He just laughed and said, "it's not bad."

"The sword." Lu Jiadao.

They are all swordsmen. The sharpest swords are never external objects, but themselves.

Liu he pressed the sword back into its sheath with his palm against the handle.

At the same time, Lu Jia also made a move of drawing sword.

But what she pulled was a sword of imagination.

The sound of the sword is clear.

The water in the center of the lotus pond is separated.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two people standing opposite each other in the northwest corner of the sword tower.

Ning long also looked to the northwest corner.

On the fourth floor of the chess building, an old man came from there and sat down slowly.

He leaned his crutch on the wooden table, took a look at Ning Changchang and made a check.

It's better to sit upright and return a gift.

He could feel that the old man's realm was higher than his own.

In fact, few people in this chess building know the old man who was once famous.

The old man's invitation was borrowed from a junior of zongmen, who had not played chess for many years.

Ning long took a deep look at him.

Guess first, play chess.

The old man insists that white is the first.

Chess fell on the empty chessboard, like a snowflake in the wilderness.

Ning long after the next three games, from the entry all the way to proficient, he did not have the initial tension, but this mood for caution.

He picked up the pieces and fell.

Jian Lou is more like playing chess than Jian.

The two men fight for power first, and the sword will solidify like a point, then expand rapidly and become a surface, and then turn into a three-dimensional sword domain to bring each other into it, like lingchi, the rain like sword will fall on each other.

Therefore, whose sword power comes first largely determines whose sword domain comes first, which is particularly crucial for the victory or defeat.

Lu Qijia pulled out her Utopian sword.

Although the sword is illusory, the meaning of the sword is like the sound of the pipa string, the sound of the pipa string, the sound of the pipa string, the sound of the pipa string, and the sound of the pipa string.

In the sword tower, the meaning of the sword is sad. The rest of the swords in the building were infected, and there was a tremor like weeping.

It was the sound of the night wind in the countless night scenes of tianku peak.

Liu he was not moved.

His action is to take back the sword, but his sword Qi is sharp.

Lu Jiajia's sword is sad in appearance but magnificent in connotation.

But in any case, he is a willow.

Willow in the spring breeze, willow in the winter snow, no matter you warm or cold, he is as usual.

It seemed that there was an absolute realm of sword Qi in front of him. When Lu Jiajia's sword spirit came to his eyes, it would turn into a torrent and separate on both sides.

Lu had assimilated countless sword Qi before, but this time, it was like meeting a hard stone that could not be touched, so he could not take it as his own.

Lu's wife came out with a sword, and Liu he came back with it.

Invisible sword meaning, the two armies, lotus pool, boiling water rain curtain like set off.

The curtain of rain turned into raindrops.

Black chess also drops on the chessboard like rain.

The old man looked at the chess and said with a smile, "young people, do you think they come from a famous family?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "chess will not change the rules because of its low height."

The old man nodded gently, knowing that the disciples of their clan were not allowed to report to their families.

The competition on the chessboard is intense and fierce. If the value of each step is not considered well, it may cause significant losses in the medium term.

But outside the chessboard, they started chatting.

"When I was as young as you, I had several dragon mother banquets. At that time, the Caijun fairy palace was not as beautiful as it is now." As the old man said, he put the pieces on the chessboard.

Ning Changchang said: "I think Mr. Lai was also a romantic person in those years."

The old man laughed and said, "it's all about 200 years ago."

Rather long frown way: "old gentleman has been hurt?"

More than 200 years old should not be so old for zitingjing.

The old man nodded with a smile: "when you were young, you were competitive and lost many root causes. Don't learn from me."

Ning Changchang said, "the old man is also here to see the dragon mother?"

The old man nodded and said, "I have a puzzle in my heart. I don't want to die with doubts, so I want to ask her."

Ning long way: "what question?"

The old man didn't say it directly, but said, "don't you think it's strange that the dragon mother has no children under her knees, but she is called the dragon mother?"

Ning Changchang said: "it's very strange. What's the reason for that

The old man laughed and said vaguely, "because the dragon mother has existed for more than 300 years."

More than 300 years? Dragon mother? Ning has captured something for a long time.

Ning long after a little distracted, the old man has selected a place to fall, a solid place to fall.

Ning long looked at the current situation, lost in thought.

The old man no longer looked at the chessboard. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes slightly closed, as if he were sleeping.

He thought it would be very relaxed, but he didn't want to consume so much mental energy... The old man also felt a little tired.

Ning long looked at the game and found that it seemed that the game was equal at the moment, but in fact, his game had been torn open, and the calculation after many breakpoints was very troublesome. After all, he was inexperienced and hard to figure out, but he could vaguely feel that if he didn't handle it well, it would be an avalanche.

He slowly calmed himself down.

The clear sound of falling is heard.

The old man knew that he had a good chance of winning the game, but when he opened his eyes, he was still shocked. It was not because he had played a good hand, but because the old man clearly saw that there was a golden light in his eyes.

That kind of golden light is pure.

But some old people who know the old calendar know very well that this kind of golden pupil is rebellious.

Even if you just see it, it means bad luck.

……

The competition in the sword tower has reached its peak.

The rest of them had already put down their swords and focused on it. They knew that Liu he would win, so what they focused on was not victory or defeat, but trying to understand the subtle things in their swords, hoping to catch something beneficial to the road.

The battle between sword towers has nothing to do with the realm. It is a pure battle of sword meaning.

Lu Jiajia grew up in tianku peak when she was a child. She is used to seeing the scenery covered by clouds and fog. Her sword is the one that stabs at the sky, and her peak is also the one that stabs at the sky. When she kneads the two, she stands still, but she has the idea of a huge peak in charge.

Liu he practiced in the pavilion. The people of the pavilion believed in the dogma that they should meet the peak, open the peak, close the river and fight against the sky for their lives.

His sword power seems to be under pressure, but Lu Jiajia knows that as long as he can't crush him, the other side's counterattack will be fatal.

Sure enough, there was a shadow in the eyes of Lu's sword - a white figure.

If Liu He's sword means a lake, then the sudden shadow is the beast in the lake.

Lu's reaction came quickly. It was Liu He's spirit refined with his sword.

The spirit is like Liuhe.

Ling raised his arm, so it became a sword and stabbed Lu's eyebrows.

Lu Jiajia resists the sword before her eyes.

The sound of breaking is clear.

Lu Jiajia's sword body and body have been perfectly integrated, but I don't know why, when the sword came, she still couldn't produce much resistance.

But she did not flinch.

Facing the spirit, she imitated the sword of the second half volume of Yu Jian Tianzong into the meaning of the sword.

The sword will kill.

Liu He's face changed slightly. In his original idea, the woman in white was about to lose the sword, but suddenly, he felt an unprecedented opportunity to kill.

He was stunned and excited by the killing.

With a twist of his finger, his body shape and sword spirit became one, and the edge and determination of sword spirit soared.

In front of him, the shadow of countless swords leaped from the lotus pond like a carp. They flutter up, splitting up, like a blizzard rolled up by a hurricane.

The red lips of Lu's wife are tightly pressed into a line.

The battle of sword meaning is not a real sword, but it is full of the game of difference.

The sword will collide with each other, such as stirring knives.

Lu's intention to kill was shattered by Liu He.

The sound of sword smashing was as clear as a chess piece landing.

Ning long picked up a black chess and wiped the dust with his hand.

"You're going to lose." The old man spoke slowly.

Ning sighed for a long time.

Now that the game has come to an end, it's hard for him to return.

Ning Changjiu sighed: "the old man is really good at chess."

The old man rubbed his temple. The complicated thinking of this game of chess made him more mature. He sighed: "your chess is also very strong. It's one of the strongest people I've ever met in my life."

Ning long will clean the black spot fell on the chessboard.

The sun seems to be a little brighter.

It's a clever move. It's so wonderful that it can stir up the celestial phenomena, but it can't reverse the victory.

The old man raised his hand slowly. Looking at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, he was very satisfied with the end of the game.

His hand dropped slowly.

Looking at the falling sword, Lu Jiajia looks dignified.

The meaning of the sword is like the ice spreading, which seals all the possibilities of its change.

Even the water in the lotus pond was infected by the sword and condensed into a thin and fragile layer of ice.

Lu's eyes closed.

In the meaning of her sword, a golden black shadow came out of the ice.

Liu He looks slightly different.

But he soon restrained his expression and sighed: "the sword should be straight, cold and cold. It can corrode and rust for years, but it must not stick to dust. This is the sword. Your sword looks like a human being. Even if it's cold outside, what's inside is not a pure sword heart. The heart of a man is not like the heart of a sword. Of course, he is timid. "

This gold black is very powerful, but it is only a virtual shadow, not the real possession of Lu Jiajia.

Liu He's sword intention turned into a lock, and the shadow of gold and black was forbidden.

This is the ice cover of the sword Pavilion. It's the best sword lock in the world.

No earthly flame can melt it.

Lu's face was calm but pale.

After Liu Heyi's sword, the rest of the sword intends to land in the center of the bride's brow.

Then, the abnormal changes suddenly appeared, and the pupils of Liuhe suddenly contracted.

He saw the fire.

It's not a mortal fire.

Lu Jiajia's long hair was blown up slightly by the sword wind. In her long hair, a wisp of hair suddenly glowed red. She didn't know what it was, but she felt warm, which was very similar to Zhao xianger's. Lu Jiajia's icy sword will be free in a twinkling of an eye and stab Liu He. She didn't stab the sword by herself. It's more like she stabbed it with Zhao xianger holding the hilt together. Jinwu, who represents Ning Changjiu, cheers and shouts. The ice on the lotus pond melted instantly. A drop of blood drops into the lotus pond, rippling. That's Liuhe's blood. He looked at the center of his brow with a look of shock. The building was silent. In the chess building, there is also silence. Ning long picked up the driver, hesitated, and then gently put it down. He sighed with some regret: "I lost." The old man shook his head gently“ Well Ning long puzzled. The old man said slowly, "I'm going to die." Although he was able to win this chess game, it was hard for him to win and exhausted his last effort. There is a third floor in the back. He is doomed to never finish. It's better to die in this perfect ending than to die in a certain end. He dropped the last one and gently righted it. This one filled his eyes and made the place where he used to play live chess become a dead one. The son is as white as his hair. The old man leaned back in his chair, folded his sleeves and closed his eyes.