Beyond the Divine States

Just like the buildings in a mountain city, the towers are shining with gold. The young man in white steps up the stairs and walks along the winding steps to the highest part of tianbang.

People's eyes fell on him, and there were many introductions.

A young boy was holding a small attic in his hand. He looked at the boy in white and shook his head.

"Elder martial brother, can you see his depth?" Beside the little boy, a little girl asked.

The little boy said, "I saw his eyebrows, so I shook my head."

The little girl asked, "what's wrong with the young man's eyebrows? He has a pretty face. "

"Superficial." The little boy said coldly, "there is frost and snow between his eyebrows. If you can't even protect your body with aura, how can you be the opponent of master Xiao Qiu? "

Then the little girl noticed that the young man who was walking towards him, between his eyebrows and hair, there were particles of frost, snow and ice crystals. They were slowly melting away, wetting his eyebrows and eyes. So the pale and slightly dry face, which was blown by the cold wind, looked moist, like the fog between the beautiful water and the green mountains, with a half hidden sense of confusion.

"Elder martial brother, you should observe carefully." The little girl said, "it's just that... He dares to come. I think he must have relied on him."

"The little boy said:" there are not many people who come to kick the list, but most of them are just people fishing for fame. However, they want to gain fame by using the characters in the tianbang and Zhenbang. Such people may have some skills, but if they want to win... Oh, they are just wishful thinking. "

"So." The little girl nodded.

But the boy looks very beautiful. It's a pity that I'll be beaten soon. Sometimes I'll be beaten black and blue. Sometimes I'll be beaten disabled.

Xiao Qiu was defeated by a disciple of the sword Pavilion. He had been ready for several months, but his gun was already unstoppable. In the past two months, there are few people in tianbang. I think those who are fishing for fame and reputation in elder martial brother's mouth have also chosen to avoid their advantages.

The boy in white walked through the building without looking at them.

The little girl snorted coldly and muttered, "what's the matter with you? If you walk so slowly, I'm afraid others won't remember your face? Without saying a word, do you really think you are a master

The little boy said: "don't look, there's a change in the sky star list... The gods are speaking again. Please grasp the interpretation. You will see many challengers in the future. Don't worry about them. "

The little girl, with a hum, began to transcribe the words evolved from the immortal list in their building.

……

A month of snow and wind, rather long, after all, some tired.

Dressed in plain clothes and carrying an ordinary sword, he didn't go to the audience's round. He just walked in tune with his breath and ascended to the sky slowly.

The skyscrapers in tianbang are covered with snow.

The snow was flat and clean, leaving no footprints.

"What's your name?" Xiao Qiu looked at the man.

The boy walked so slowly that he was impatient.

Ning Changjiu said: "my name is Zhang Jiu, from the ancient lingzong."

"Zhang Jiu?"

As one of the eight sacred sects in China, Xiao Qiu certainly knows about it. However, among his peers, the strongest one seems to have only entered the sixth floor. If the younger generation, it is said that only a man named Ming Lang and a girl named Ning Xiaoling have entered the purple court.

Zhang Jiu... Never heard of it.

Xiao Qiu said, "I've heard that great changes have happened to the ancient lingzong."

Ning long nodded: "yes."

Xiao Qiu looked at his moist eyebrows and hair, laughed, and simply said, "I'm sorry."

With that, he reached for the gun in the snow and turned to walk towards the house.

……

The rules of tianbang are very simple. The winner of the competition on the first floor can go to the top floor to see Bangling. Bangling will give a long scroll to the winner. The winner only needs to put the words he wants to tell the world on it.

Therefore, those who want to win the list need not worry about it.

The young man in white came to ask for the list. Although he caused quite a stir in the building, most of the people were still busy with their own affairs. Only a few bored people turned their eyes to the tall building, expecting that the young man with a high look and a bad face would be thrown out by the fists and feet.

Ning long walked into the house.

Xiao Qiu held the gun with his back to him.

It was a very strange gun. Its body was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the long-term shadow of Xiao Qiu and Ning. It looked so fragile, but it seemed that it could hold infinite space.

"It's too late for you to leave now. My gun will not be merciful for your tragedy later." Xiao Qiu said.

"No need." Ning Changjiu said.

Xiao Qiu turned around, looked at him and said, "I heard that the new leader of Guling sect is a woman?"

Ning long nodded and said, "yes."

Xiao Qiu said, "is it your Lord who ordered you to come?"

Ning long thought about it and said, "yes."

Xiao Qiu began to laugh: "I think your master is a peerless beauty, otherwise how can you be willing to risk the damage of the road to come here... Just for a woman who is desperate, the end will not be very good."

Ning long listen to Xiao Qiu's words. If it wasn't for him, Ning would have forgotten that Siming was still the leader of the ancient lingzong

Lu Jiajia was the leader of Yujian Tianzong.

Hundreds of years ago, the two patriarchs were still married

Ning long thought of these inexplicably, and then bit his teeth, thinking about what might happen in his absence. He couldn't help but take a breath of cool air... When a kind and pure marriage meets such a cunning and cunning bad woman, it must be a life in dire straits every day... I knew that I would still take my marriage with me.

I feel a little guilty.

Xiao Qiu looked at him a little struggling eyes, thought he poked each other's pain, he said with a faint smile: "if you want to go, I won't force you to stay."

But after he left, now the empty shelf of the ancient lingzong will be completely discredited.

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "don't go."

With that, he slowly drew out his sword and said, "the LORD said that my sword technique is good, and I can still see my shooting technique. You can try it."

Xiao Qiu said, "your Lord wants you to die."

He said no more. He held the gun and twisted his wrist.

Gun tip down, slowly swept over a shape like a gentle arc.

Ning long stares at the trajectory of the gun tip and suddenly asks, "how many swords did the eight disciples of the sword Pavilion defeat you?"

Xiao Qiu looked sharp.

That battle was his glory. After all, for hundreds of years, the disciples of the sword pavilion have been away, and they have never been defeated by anyone in the same situation. But this is also his pain, because three months ago, the myth of the invincible disciples of the sword pavilion was broken. It is said that at the sea state banquet, Shan Jian, a beautiful woman in white, was defeated by the seven disciples of the sword Pavilion. The seven disciples asked her name, but there was no response. There was a lot of noise about it.

It is painful for others to do what they have not done.

This young man named Zhang Jiu was deliberately exposing his scar.

"Do you want to disturb my mind of Tao with such vulgar words?" Xiao Qiu shook his head gently, sighing with anger.

Ning long way: "just want to ask."

Xiao Qiu took a deep breath. He didn't know what tens of thousands of words were in his mind. He said calmly: "five swords."

Ning long nodded, did not speak.

Xiao Qiu looked at his face and was ready to abolish him.

He held the barrel of the gun with his arms open. One end of the gun was close to his back and the other end pointed to the ground obliquely. The muscles under his clothes relaxed like water. The light in the room was like the mirror of the gun body. It was dark. All the light gathered on the gun body. At a glance, Xiao Qiu held a beam of light in his hand.

Ning didn't go to see his gun for a long time. He carefully drew out the sword in his sheath.

Xiao Qiu looked at his sword and shook his head again.

He could see at a glance that it was not really a good sword. It was only the sword level of the inner disciples of the sect.

"Your new patriarch is really a snake." Xiao Qiu said.

Ning Changjiu didn't retort and said, "it's true."

Xiao Qiu frowned and thought he was strange.

The language is strange, and the sword technique is even more strange.

This kind of monster is like an empty city stratagem in the art of war - his movements are very simple and full of flaws, just like a disciple who has just learned sword.

Xiao Qiu had never met such a person, so he felt a little strange. But he turned to think that his feeling of not being able to start was probably because the other side had too many flaws and didn't know which one to choose.

He looked at each other's pretty and cold face and was very upset, so he was no longer patient.

Suddenly, Xiao Qiu's body bent down. That kind of bending is like pressing down a spring with a finger, with potential and ready power. His toes moved slightly on the floor, and his feet fell steadily in an instant. He stared at each other's position, and his tight body pressed to the extreme, which broke out in an instant.

There was almost no gap between the two steps. The next moment, Xiao Qiu had already jumped up, and his figure was like an eagle in the air. He raised the transparent mirror gun and swung it at Ning Changjiu's position.

It was a devastating sweep.

Ning long standing not far from the door.

Behind the wind suddenly, snowflakes rolled in, blowing from his side face.

The soft snowflakes blowing in the wind and the strong spears coming in the face form a contradictory beauty.

I'd rather keep an eye on that gun.

The spear struck like lightning.

Iron and steel cross.

Xiao Qiu looks slightly different. He thought that this young man would show some strange steps to avoid, but he didn't think that he would directly connect with the thin blade.

Ning long caught the first shot, the blade collided with the gun body, his body swayed slightly, the gun body was also opened.

Xiao Qiu's face didn't change. He shook his hand and swung down at Ning Changjiu's place.

Ning long standing in place, wrist rotation, sword body stabbed into the gun, such as butterflies flying into the storm. This sword almost miraculously hit the head of the gun. In the metal sparks, the gun was hit by Ning Changjiu's sword again.

Xiao Qiu's figure was empty, but he never landed. After the two guns were blocked, Xiao Qiu took advantage of the situation, holding the gun in both hands, swung a huge semicircular arc in the air, and slashed it toward Ning Changchang's head with great force.

I'd rather hold up my sword for a long time to block the blank.

The body of the gun collides with the blade of the sword, exploding a snow-white sword fire, which instantly turns Ning Changchang's pupil into white. His body was hit by the gun and he was about to break out of the door.

But Xiao Qiu in that bright white light, clearly see his eyes strangely calm.

Bang!

Xiao Qiu's figure falls to the ground, his clothes are bulging high, and the thunder and lightning are like a dragon running away, and his abundant strength is bursting with the intention of destruction. Holding the gun in both hands, he suddenly shakes. On the mirror gun body, there are countless shadows. Those mirror gun shadows are illusory, but they reflect on each other, layer upon layer, and instantly fill the whole room, turning into a huge wave like wall.

This is his last shot when he faced the eight disciples of the sword Pavilion.

At the beginning, Zhan Temple found the real one in his countless gun shadows. A simple sword, together with the gun shadows all over the sky, destroyed it.

But there is only one of the eight disciples in the world.

The gun is down like a tide.

The only thing he didn't understand was why the boy was still indifferent.

Ning long raised his sword. He was deeply impressed by this sword -- Qiu Ziguan's sword of ascension.

Although the ending of Qiu Ziguan was not good, his smile was proud of the world. There was no real dragon or Phoenix in his eyes, but the majestic air of flying up the road was worthy of the word "sword saint" of that era.

Ning holds the sword for a long time.

The sword is attached to the golden black awn, the sword is attached to the Shura's power, and the sword is attached to countless Kendo senses. They are like fire, thunder, and candle lit in an instant.

Ning looked at the sword for a long time, but he was not very satisfied. He shook his wrist.

Boom!

Everything on the blade flashed by and turned to darkness without any metallic luster.

This is the sword of the nether world.

But Ning Changchang is still not very satisfied. His wrist vibrates again, and his sword changes into a blood red color, with the intention of cutting through the sea of people as a corpse mountain. Then he shook his wrist, and the sword was replaced by flying crane and white rainbow. On the tip of the sword, the figures of snow clad women swayed, drew their swords and danced in the wind.

This is the sword skill that Ning long learned when he watched women's dance at the sea state banquet, but he never used it, because Lu Jiajia would beat him if he saw it.

All this happened in a flash.

Xiao Qiu caught the moment, and he was surprised. He thought to himself, what's your strange trick? Where is the sword, it is clear that they are performing Beijing opera face changing.

All over the sky.

Ning long at the same time looked up, a sword out.

……

The air inside the room seems to be instantly pumped out, and the snowflakes outside squeeze in and fill the whole room.

Ning long figure disappeared in the snow.

This is the technique used by white crane at the beginning.

When the shadow of the gun fills every corner of the house, where can you hide for a long time?

When Xiao Qiu's gun fell to the ground, he immediately took it back. The snow on my face is like the fragments of the silver sword. They are separated in front of my eyebrows, just like the staggered flow of water after encountering the rocks.

Suddenly, a snowflake slowly falling, leisurely stopped in front of his eyes.

"Rampant." Xiao Qiu gave a low drink. Without hesitation, he shot the snow.

The rest of the shadow was pressed on at the same time.

But the shadows did not follow his guidance.

He suddenly found that every shot was covered with snow. These snowflakes are like a winter cicada flapping its wings. They are attached to the gun, so the gun can't move.

Falling in front of the snowflake in the field of vision, in the depths of the pupil suddenly burst open.

In the dust like silver filings, the sword of long-term removing clouds and dividing waves has been chopped down like lightning.

This sword contains several completely different breath. Xiao Qiu felt that it was not as if there was one person in front of him, but seven disciples from different sects who made swords at the same time and showed their unique skills.

There was no more contempt in his eyes.

Xiao Qiu didn't pay attention to the mixed meaning of the sword. His mind expanded instantly and locked the position of the snowflake.

He is a disciple of xuandansheng Pavilion. He practices martial arts and medicine every day and is self-sufficient. He is most proficient in gunshot, which is his family martial arts. His father was a general of a secular Dynasty. Although he could not practice, he had made great achievements in war. Before he sent him to Xuandan Shengge for practice, his father had taught him the unique knowledge of life and death in private, such as a few treasures. But Xiao Qiu didn't care.

He knew that his father was a powerful general, but his father was not a monk after all. The experiences honed in the world were more like the old man's persistence. To deny them was equivalent to denying his father's life in the army. He took the gun handed down by his father, but did not use it, because the scarred gun was too ordinary compared with this "shadowless".

Now when the shadow of the gun was broken and a snowflake was cut in the middle of his brow, many words the old man said suddenly came to his heart.

He thought he had forgotten.

Snowflakes are in the eye.

Xiao Qiu gave a loud, low roar. His body pressed up, shoulder swung a huge, powerful range, clucking bones, mirror like gun body spewing fire, throwing out.

Only then did he realize that this was the fastest shot he had ever shot in his life. In this shot, his abundant spiritual power and tenacious muscles reached the extreme.

He even felt that this shot could defeat zhansi.

The snow was swallowed by the fire.

Ning long figure emerged, his eyes revealed the meaning of praise.

The shot was quick, but in his time power, it was as full as an old ox pulling a cart. He saw the weakest point of the gun and swung his sword.

The gun fell to the ground.

The flame went out.

It's better to hold the sword in one hand and be half snowy.

This is Xiao Qiu's fastest shot. He only used one move to crack it.

Xiao Qiu still kept the posture of throwing spears.

He stared at the gun on the ground, wondering why.

"You cherish your life too much." Ning Changjiu said: "the sky full of gun shadow seems very powerful, but it's not your strength, but your weakness."

Xiao Qiu's spirit was shocked.

He covered his head and suddenly remembered what he had been like when he was a child, practicing with his father. At that time, his bamboo knife was knocked to the ground by his father for countless times. His arm was numb. He cried and said he didn't want to practice, but his father didn't give up. He couldn't bear it. He threw the bamboo knife out, and then threw his body against his father's stick, shouting and grabbing.

In the end, he won, because his cry surprised his mother, bowed down to his fierce father, touched his head, and played the role of kindness.

The trance of spirit should have been fatal, but it also made him realize again.

He didn't pick up the gun on the ground. Instead, he held it casually, like holding a gun.

He straightened up slowly, staring at Ning long.

"I don't know who you are, but I thank you for not hitting me just now." Xiao Qiu said, "I will repay your kindness with this shot."

Ning long nodded gently: "it's a good gun."

Xiao Qiu didn't speak. He used up even Fagen's strength to throw this shadowless shot out.

The shot took all his strength.

Snowflakes are still flying in the house.

Ning long staring at the whistling nothingness, stretched out his finger.

He could have easily evaded it with water moon in the mirror, but he still chose hard connection.

The cicada like snow fluttered and gathered from all sides of the house.

Snow is the sword.

The visible sword hit the shadowless gun.

Before Xiao Qiu could react, the snow tide beat him. He was suddenly hit by a force and pressed on the wall.

He slipped slowly from the wall and sat on the ground.

Snowflakes fall on his hair, clothes, eyebrows, lips, drown him like a snowman.

Xiao Qiu's lips trembled.

Before he died, he had a great insight. Now he shot without shadow and made great progress. However, the two guns that should have turned the tide were easily smashed by the other side. Although the young man seemed to have spent some effort, he just turned pale, and even didn't step back.

"Who the hell are you?" Xiao Qiu's words were startled.

He had never been so embarrassed.

Ning Changjiu said, "I'm Zhang Jiu."

Xiao Qiu felt that it was a shame. He could not bear the humiliation. He suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a pill.

That's the shattering pill.

He became famous at first because he made this pill in his long life.

This Dan will temporarily devour the spirit of the monk, in exchange for the power beyond the limit of the body.

This is the elixir for life and death. Although Xiao Qiu was famous for it, he never took it.

"Don't eat this. It's bad for your health." Ning long sincerely warned.

But this completely angered Xiao Qiu. He took pills, bit and swallowed them.

Xiao Qiu looks up.

His breath had changed, his pupils were burning with blood red light, and his body was spraying with the hot fire of spiritual power.

He rubbed himself up and grabbed the gun on the ground.

The flame on the body also ignites the barrel of the gun. At this moment, there is no illusion in the gun, but pure and wanton anger.

The two previous enlightenment overlapped.

He held the gun tightly, as if the devil had met the enemy who killed him before he died.

This shot can't tell the difference between the unreal and the real.

"You broke the rules!"

In the list of heaven, a voice suddenly rings out. It's hard to distinguish gender, but it's deafening. It almost wakes Xiao Qiu who is lost in power.

That's the spirit of tianbang.

"No harm." It's better to comfort Bangling for a long time. He watched the shot seriously, not lightly. Although Xiao Qiu's realm could not be compared with the rest of his enemies, he had done his best with this shot. Ning long pupil into a gold, a white dress, the same golden awn such as electricity. Holding his sword in both hands, he chopped at the void in front of him. The sword cuts the space like paper. The firelight spurted, so fast that the gun was cut out again. Sword against the high-speed rotation of the gun tip, the ghost of the gas, such as tarsal maggot, instantly wrapped the gun. The flame was swallowed up in an instant. The intelligent soldier thought that he was dead, stopped spinning, and had no power to fight again, so he lay on the ground. Xiao Qiu was weak and fell on his knees. He stared at the gun and slowly recovered“ Why Xiao Qiu never thought about the process and result of the war. Ning long comfort way: "you do very well." Xiao Qiu couldn't accept the answer. It was like the teacher was teaching himself... He was dull for a long time“ Why He raised his head abruptly, stretched his neck, and asked in an almost roaring voice, "why can you always see my gun clearly! Why... "Ning thought for a long time and said:" your gun is like a mirror, and my heart is like a mirror. "..." In the snow, Xiao Qiu took the gun and stumbled out. The spirit of the gun recovered and found that he had been cheated. It was buzzing and unconvinced, and wanted to fight again. But Xiao Qiu had no power or heart to fight again. Xiao Qiu walked slowly along the steps. At this time, I don't know if he was wrong. Suddenly, he found that there was a man who was climbing up the stairs. He had short hair that was neck length. His face was beautiful and heroic, and he couldn't distinguish gender. They walked opposite each other, passing by“ Who are you Xiao Qiu couldn't help asking. The man didn't look back, but just walked forward and gave a light answer: "the fourteenth disciple of the sword Pavilion."