Beyond the Divine States

It happened all of a sudden.

When the bone sword stabs into the body of Ming Lang, Ming Lang is looking at the dead body of the feather snake, confirming that it has no vitality at all, and thinking about the follow-up treatment, his heart is relaxed.

It was this slight relaxation that made him not react to the sword behind him.

Even though he had expected that there might be a fight between his peers, if he was seriously injured, he would be disqualified by the brocade bag. So he didn't worry too much.

Colic is like wring a bloody knife, tearing the chest. The sword stabbed into the air sea precisely. The air sea was damaged and the spirit power broke. It was an irreversible wound for a short time. In the scream of the Ming corridor, the surging spirit power raised a strong wind and blew away in all directions.

"Younger martial brother, what are you doing?" There was a loud cry.

Ning Xiaoling cried out: "he is not Qu Wu! Let's go. "

Ming Lang didn't hesitate, but he restrained the spirit. It was a general in Jinjia. He seldom exposed his spirit before, but now he can't hide his secrets any more. When the Dharma phase of general in Jinjia came out of his body, a black carp leaped out. The carp seemed to be painted in ink, and the space between the body and the earthquake also trembled.

This is the spirit of Ming corridor.

At the critical moment of life and death, the general's spirit, which is like the latter spirit, leaps out together with the former spirit black carp and bumps into Qu Wu.

Qu Wu's realm can't reach the height of crushing. He takes back the bone sword and goes to the Ming corridor to attack. White scales condense in front of him, forming shield armor, absorbing the counterattack of Ming corridor.

Ming Lang covers his chest. He has no time to recuperate his injury, so he has to stop the leakage of Qi sea with strong means. He turns around quickly and draws out his sword at the same time. His sword Qi puffs out and expands instantly. In a twinkling, it has filled most of the inner hall.

Qu Wu doesn't give up. He cuts through the air stream coming from his face, and then he stabs forward with a sword. The sword Qi turns into a python of white snake, and then he opens his mouth and pours on the porch.

Between them, the void collapses. The light of white and black collided and entangled. In the strong wind, the rest of the disciples quickly stepped back and formed a Dharma array to protect their own safety.

A little girl was stunned by what happened in the moment. She stared at the White Snake, standing in the same place, shivering and unable to step.

Rather chivalrous heart of Ning Xiaoling rushed in the past, in the air before the arrival of the girl's waist, pull her to the rear, instantly formed a sword field in front of them.

After the shock wave of sword Qi passed, the little girl responded. Holding Ning Xiaoling's arm, she faltered: "thank you... Thank you."

Ning Xiaoling took a look behind her. She nibbled her lips and said, "thank you for your kindness... In this way, you can help me look at these things. Although they are not Lingbao, they are also very important things. Don't lose them! Do you hear me! "

The little girl thought that although she was not brave, she was not stupid. How could she be a Lingbao with such a bulge in the bag?

"Good!" The little girl agreed.

Ning Xiaoling untied the headrope of the hair, tied the big cloth bag tightly and handed it to the girl.

The girl took the bag and cried, "how heavy it is."

"In a word, don't open it or give it to others, or I'll beat you." Ning Xiaoling asked seriously.

The girl pulled the big bag and thought, is there any precious mineral in the Spirit Valley? Others are looking for treasure, you are mining... This little elder martial sister is really a new way.

She nodded.

Ning Xiaoling turned back.

Behind him, the aftermath of the collision is over.

Minglang is defeated and hit by a bullet on the wall. The general and the black fish are broken together. With his figure, they slowly slide down and fall into the remains of the feather snake. Fortunately, the feather snake had really died, otherwise he would be buried in the belly of the snake immediately.

Qu Wu stands on the stone steps. He wipes the blood from his lips and smiles.

Ming corridor is the scene of the purple court, and he has just returned to the purple court.

"Who on earth are you?" Ming Lang's bloody hand was holding the scales of the snake. He got up with difficulty. The sea of Qi was tearing, and the pain was like a hand pressing the heavenly hood.

"It's a white snake."

Ning Xiaoling's voice rang out.

She has pulled out the broken blade in her hand, and the blade points directly to the direction where Qu Wu stands.

White snake?

The rest of the disciples who were hiding by the wall and were thinking about advancing and retreating were thrilled.

Qu Wu looked at Ning Xiaoling. He didn't rush to attack. He put away his sword and asked with a smile, "I'm very curious. How do you see that?"

Ning Xiaoling stares at him, looking for the flaw of his action and explaining: "when I passed by the White Snake Valley, I just heard a short fight. But when I found the place where the fight took place, there was only a pool of blood. I looked for it and found only a small cutting edge. There was nothing else."

"I guessed at that time that a disciple was attacked there and was defeated with one blow. Then he opened the brocade bag and escaped from the Spirit Valley... But I just found out that your broken sword and the one I picked up could fit together."

"With your accomplishments, you can't walk out of the White Snake valley without any trace... You are the spirit of the white snake. You took Qu Wu's broken sword and disguised as him, but the brocade bag can't disguise. Of course, the first thing that makes me suspect is that when you killed that feather snake, you were vomiting blood all the time. When you came out of the hall, the injury was not so serious at all, but when you were recuperating, the injury was even more serious. "

Ning Xiaoling said calmly.

The crowd listened and looked at each other. They immediately thought that the brain of the feather snake had been engulfed by brain eating insects before. Its attack was illogical and ran like a headless fly.

It turns out that the plumed snake abandoned its body and disguised itself as a teenager!

The real devil was so close to them... Everyone was cold.

Qu Wu looked at her, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "you are very smart. You have said so much, do you want to delay Ming Lang's recovery? Oh, don't be paranoid. His injury can't be recovered in ten days and a half months... Ah, no, it can be recovered tonight, because the body won't be injured. "

The blade in Ning Xiaoling's hand lights up. She stares at Qu Wu and says coldly, "I still don't understand. Before, I just doubted you. Even if you say it, you can explain why you want to make a sudden killing? Although you are in the purple court, it is not difficult for the elder martial uncle of the ancient lingzong to kill you. "

Qu Wu said: "originally, I wanted to keep pretending. When I got out of the Spirit Valley, I tried to escape, but..."

He stares at Ning Xiaoling with a faint look: "but you appear."

"Me?" Ning Xiaoling is puzzled.

Qu Wu looked at the broken blade in her hand, sighed and said: "sometimes I'm really not sure which God Lord is hanging over me and sending all the life to me on the same day..."

Ning Xiaoling clenched the broken blade in her hand.

On the slender blade, the scarlet light is like a lantern in Hades.

Qu Wu looked at the light of the broken blade, like a homesick man looking at the moon: "do you know what you are holding in your hand?"

Ning Xiaoling shakes her head gently. She knows the origin of this Dao.

Qu Wu began to laugh. His smile was no longer like that of a man, but more like the cry of a snake in the dark.

"This is one of the swords of Lord Ming... Shencha. Although it is not complete, thank you for pulling it out for me. After having it... Oh, no one can find me except that woman."

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Qu Wu's sharp laughter made the hall shudder. He looked at the dead body lying on the ground, showing the color of grief.

That's who I used to be.

As long as he seizes the blade, he will be able to write his own new legend.

The sharp laughter made the other four disciples heartbroken. One of the male disciples could not bear the pressure any more and ran outside the hall.

Some people even give up the Spirit Valley Dabi directly, open the brocade bag and want to escape.

Qu Wu did not stop him.

Because he knew that today's Naihe bridge was a dead end, the palace was hidden in the sea like fog of ghosts, and the connection between the brocade bag and the outside was clean.

This is a forbidden area. No one can escape.

Ning Xiaoling felt like she was back in Linhe City.

But in Linhe City, the elder martial brother and sister Xiang'er were standing in front of them. How could they feel safe? Now on their right side is the Ming corridor, which is seriously injured and unable to fight any more. Behind them are the young girls who are shivering like hamsters behind the big cloth bags. The other three disciples are also too scared to run around without fighting spirit.

Unconsciously, when the crisis comes, I am the one standing in the front.

"I don't know what a sacred tea is, but it weighs hands, so I won't give it to you." Ning Xiaoling said calmly. In her body, the sea of Qi revolves, her spiritual power spurts thin, and the air flow of the sword and the nether world flows down her body, which is magnificent.

Qu Wu looks at her this weather, has no panic color.

He knew that the girl's long life was not vulgar, but his purple court was not ordinary.

The hall suddenly became empty.

The light came on.

On the road when they came, the fog of the nether world poured up and surrounded them.

Ning Xiaoling smelled a trace of murder.

No longer hesitated, she stepped back. Her petite body broke into a bow. Holding the blade in both hands, she slowly twisted her arm to the side of her right cheek. The light of the blade made her eyes crimson.

Qu Wu holds the bone sword and floats lightly.

The girl hiding in the back of the bag only felt a flash of light in front of her eyes.

Ning Xiaoling's Cheetah like tight body suddenly starts. His red and white clothes drag into a continuous shadow. Holding the blade on the right side of his body, he rotates and passes it forward. The tip of the blade breaks through the wind, and the white slender airflow spirals.

Her body is like a long gun!

Qu Wu flashed by in a different color, and was calm for a moment.

Although the tea is a peerless blade, it's a pity that the little girl hasn't mastered how to use it.

When Ning Xiaoling came with the broken blade of tea in his hand, Qu Wu's figure suddenly moved, and the bone sword in his hand also waved a continuous shadow. Qu Wu waved his sword and patted Ning Xiaoling's head.

The bone sword is fierce. Ning Xiaoling is forced to change his moves in the middle of the way. He holds the sword in his right hand and blows it out, colliding with the bone sword.

In the crisp sound of impact, the light of fire came out.

Ning Xiaoling opened the bone sword. Although the tiger's mouth was numb, she still tried her best to chop the head of Qu Wudang with a knife.

The slender blade of the tea cuts a blood red arc in the air.

At the same time, a sharp blade slipped out of his left sleeve and stabbed Ning Xiaoling's abdomen quietly.

Ning Xiaoling was acutely aware of the danger.

With a shake of her wrist, she shakes away the sword that sticks to her blade. At the same time, her figure retreats a little to avoid the edge of bone sword.

"There seems to be something familiar about you." Qu Wu's eyes narrowed as he looked at the position where the sword fire had disappeared.

Ning Xiaoling dodged a blow, toe point, shake clothes to unload force, she concentrated, always searching for each other's flaws, did not speak the mind.

As Qu Wu said this, he waved his arm with the bone sword. The bone sword was like a whirling cross dart. It crossed a clever and sharp arc in the air and hit Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling holds the tea and takes it back in front of her body to block the blow.

The bone sword is thrown away again.

She took a small step back.

Without time to adjust his breath, Qu Wu controls the flying bone sword with one hand and makes a chopping action with the other hand flashing with his figure.

In a flash, the two figures collided again.

Ning Xiaoling opened her sword eyes and kept blocking with her sword blade. All she used were the moves learned from Tianzong.

Although she practiced the ancient lingzong's spirit skills and sword moves assiduously, she could only trust the sword moves taught by her master and elder martial brother in the real moment of life and death.

The sword and the knife hit and collided rapidly, and the sparks burst out in clusters.

Ning Xiaoling held her breath and mobilized almost all her energy. With her eyes and consciousness, she intercepted the attack of Qu Wujian. The blades collided with each other and roared wildly. Ning Xiaoling retreated in the disordered light of fire, and her shadow on the wall seemed to be staggering.

As Qu Wu pursued him, he showed a greedy smile. He cried out: "it's this breath... It's this breath! You have the scattered power of the King Ming... It's so pure. No wonder you can get this broken knife... "

Qu Wu's voice was harsh and sharp. Ning Xiaoling was too tired to resist and even couldn't hear it clearly. Only a few sharp syllables were cut like knives, which made her eardrum ache.

There is a big gap between them. Ning Xiaoling can only make temporary suppression even if she uses all means. Qu Wu's response is not in a hurry. As long as she shows a little decline, a storm like blow will follow.

With the sound of steel pounding, the wind of Ning Xiaoling's strict defense is finally cut out. Qu Wu cuts into Ning Xiaoling with his sword. The back of the sword hits Ning Xiaoling's shoulder and directly blows her figure out.

Ning Xiaoling had a sharp pain in her right shoulder and could hardly hold the blade.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Qu Wu looked at her and handed her the sword with a smile: "you have an unimaginable great fortune. It's a pity that you can't keep it. You can only keep it as my wedding dress!"

Ning Xiaoling's sword moves were used up in the continuous confrontation just now. If she used them again, they would be easily cracked. However, in life and death, her heart was tense, and she could not recall anything else in her mind.

Qu Wu's body floats up like a nimble feather snake in the air.

It was suppressed in the White Snake Valley for hundreds of years. It took a lot of perseverance and endless pain to finally separate the divine consciousness from the body and turn it into an independent spirit.

Although this body is far less powerful than the scale covered body of the feather snake, it is flexible enough to travel freely through the netherworld.

Qu Wu pressed her step by step, exhausting her power, just like these human disciples doing to her own body... Killing her strength, peeling her scales and flesh, cruelly killing her.

Of course, he doesn't have much time at the moment. After all, there are several monsters in the ancient lingzong. If they find the movement here, their efforts will be wasted. He wants to kill Ning Xiaoling quickly, absorb the fragments of power, seize the blade of the divine tea, escape into the earth of the yellow spring, and escape from the heaven along it.

The girl behind the cloth bag opened her brocade bag and found that she couldn't leave at all. Her heart was filled with despair.

She listened to the sharp impact of the blade and covered her ears tightly. Her eyes peeped out and looked at Ning Xiaoling.

This little elder martial sister is really powerful. Even though there is a big difference in realm, she still uses all kinds of strange sword moves and body techniques to deal with him.

But everyone can see that it is only a matter of time before Ning Xiaoling is killed.

They also knew that if the younger martial sister was killed, it would be their turn next, but they could not resist in the dark fog.

Ding!

Ning Xiaoling's body was blown away by the fierce sword wind again.

She stumbled to the ground, blood oozing from behind her white skirt.

Her wrist was paralyzed by the shock.

Qu Wu smiles indifferently, and the bone sword cuts down in the wind.

Squeak!

The white light flashed by and ran into Qu Wu's face.

"Congenital spirit?" Qu Wu looks slightly different. He reflects and slashes the path of Xiantian spirit's sneak attack.

The snow fox jumps in the air to dodge, steps on the blade, uses the force to kick, shows the claw to scratch his eye.

Qu Wu's face changed.

This is not a change of expression, but a change from human face to snake face.

The scales, which were as hard as iron, covered the cheeks in an instant.

Snow fox's claws failed to break the armor, and then Qu Wu grabbed them, crushed them, turned them into bits and pieces of spiritual power, and flew back to the purple court of Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling also felt that her innate spirit was very poor.

Since raised, has not met any normal can fight the opponent.

Although this congenital spirit has bought her some time, it has also made her suffer from backfire, which is of no help to the overall situation.

Qu Wu dances with double blades.

Ning Xiaoling was hit back and forth, adding many wounds to her body.

When Qu Wu wants to launch another fatal attack, a sword like a grey line stabs the body of the feather snake in the direction of the temple.

Ming Lang raised his eyebrows and handed out the sword.

Qu Wu took the sword with his hand covered with scales, and his figure slightly stopped. Ning Xiaoling stepped back and narrowly avoided the sword.

"Not dead yet?" Qu Wu crushes the flying sword, stares at the porch and talks coldly.

Ning Xiaoling ran to the direction of the cloth bag.

"You... What are you doing! Don't lead him here The girl was so shocked that she thought it was over. This little elder martial sister's posture must be burning with her own jade.

Ning Xiaoling stood beside her.

"Get out of the way." She said.

The girl was so eager that she gave up her body.

Qu Wu looks at her and frowns slightly.

Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath, pressed down the injury, said: "you forced me."

Qu Wu asks curiously: "do you still have unique skill?"

Ning Xiaoling removed the thread tied to the cloth bag.

Not to mention Qu Wu, even the dying Ming corridor was surprised.

The bag was opened and filled with all kinds of spiritual treasures.

The little girl next to me was silly.

I saw Ning Xiaoling grab the precious Lingbao, no matter three seven twenty-one, and swung it up.

This is her common asset with her elder martial brother. When she threw it, her heart was like a knife.

The grief and indignation in my heart also turned into the strength in my hand. Lingbao fell like a meteor.

Many of these spiritual treasures are originally aggressive. They show great power, such as sword Qi, array, sword lock, explosive roar, turbulent flow, colorful

They are like angry birds, attacking Qu Wu one after another.

"You... You are..." a senior brother looked at the flying Lingbao and recognized her identity: "are you Ning Xiaoling?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded: "what are you doing! Together, or we'll all die... "

Ning Xiaoling's reputation is second only to that of Minglang.

Now the boss in their heart has fallen, but the second one is still alive... This news gives them inexplicable courage.

The disciples thought that it was a knife to stretch and shrink their heads. Then they summoned up their courage and rushed up with their swords.

The girl beside Ning Xiaoling secretly runs to the direction of Minglang.

She was not stupid enough to know that the only way to win was to cure Minglang's injury.

Minglang shook his head weakly.

His condition is getting worse and worse, and he will be in a complete coma within a few swords.

After more than ten years of cultivation, he felt powerless and desperate.

On the other hand, Ning Xiaoling's bulging bag is becoming more and more shriveled, and the Lingbao she has been collecting all day is about to run out

In addition to taking the eye of peeping at life with her to predict fortune and misfortune, all the Lingbao, no matter how high or low the rank, are equally treated.

The last lock is broken.

Ghost lock in the air expansion opened a huge shadow, the shadow back born four wings, just like the devil, claw clamp to Qu Wu.

Qu Wu's double swords cut the secret life lock.

The girl who took care of Minglang was frightened and frightened. She summoned up her courage, grabbed the flag and rushed to Quwu.

The girl waved the flag.

The wind blows in the hall.

All the spirits who died here came to the center of the hall.

"No!" Ning Xiaoling cries out and wants to interrupt. But her cries were drowned out by the cries of ghosts. Qu Wu laughed. His face was like a white snake. Snakebite to the maximum, absorb everything. Instead of harming him, the ghosts became his nourishment. Qu Wu's only injury also began to recover. He's stronger. Who can kill him?