Beyond the Divine States

Ning Changchang's sword is cold on the ground, shining all over the room. His figure in plain clothes stands in the light covered by layers, as if in a cave of ice and snow. The light refracts repeatedly, falls into white clothes, and stands in the dark hall, like a dream.

At his feet, on the indestructible tile of the purple court, there were several thin and white sword marks.

Liu Xiwan looked at him with a complicated look.

She looked down at the Cape on the ground and her undulating body curve. Although her tight clothes were easy to fight, her elder martial sister forced her to wear them. It seemed that she wanted her to recognize her gender. Therefore, Liu Xiwan also covered her body with a cape and wrapped it tightly. Especially after seeing Ning for a long time, she felt that she was wise to do so.

Never thought that after the first fight, her cloak was left on the ground.

As Ning Changjiu said, there is no division. She just lost half a move, and there are many other skills that she hasn't used.

But if you lose your cloak, it's like being stripped. Even if the other side did not look at her, her white cheek was also suffused with light rouge.

"I'm dressing up as a woman!" Liu Xiwan explained forcefully.

Ning long helpless way: "know, West day childe."

Liu Xiwan took a deep breath and said, "your swordsmanship has made great progress. It's beyond my original expectation. It's very good."

Ning long finally turned his head, eyes slowly fell on her face, and then lightly swept over her body.

The young girl is based on the divinity of silver, and her body has the beauty of exquisite craftsmanship. The slim waist under the girl's tight clothes is particularly attractive. Only when her eyes fall on it, the winding curve seems to contain the beauty of amazing elasticity.

Ning long calm way: "you also exceeded my expectation."

Liu Xiwan always felt that he had something else to say. She stood up straight and stood upright with her sword. Her short hair was flying in the wind of the sword. In the light vibration of the sword blade, the snow-white air had rolled up the spiral smoke.

"You don't pretend to be calm and pretentious in front of me. I know more about your rich psychological activities than anyone else." Liu Xiwan looks at his calm face and wants to pinch it with his nails.

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "since you know yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles. I think you are confident."

Liu Xiwan closed her eyes and pondered for a moment. She recalled Ning Changchang's sword in her mind. She opened her eyes and brightened her eyes. She said, "do your best. Don't let me down."

Ning Changchang slowly raises his sword, and the tip of the sword points to Liu Xiwan. He sighed: "don't you understand? At this moment, it's not you who come to explore me, but I'm trying your depth."

Between the words, Ning Changjiu's sword edge turns. The mighty wind came out from the clothes belt and the clothes, condensed into a dragon with white scales, and whirled around him. The sound of the sword is like the ancient dragon chants.

In the sky above Liu Xiwan, the void cracked and thunder fell.

The girl raised her eyes and looked away, her pupils shrinking

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Outside the ancient lingzong, there are many visitors today. These people all came from the affiliated sect which is close to the ancient lingzong, and they came to offer their authority.

Originally, after the great calamity of the ancient lingzong, many other affiliated sects had different ideas. Although the order of the ancient lingzong to take back the power was issued, there was no response. Most people chose to wait and see.

It was not until Siming used thunder to nail one of the masters who wanted to gather power with the ancient lingzong to Lei cliff, and then destroyed the main hall of that one. Only when he made a warning to the others, did people realize the cruelty of the new master and keep silent.

There is a white curtain hanging in the Jiuyou hall.

The curtain is between those who offer power and Ning Xiaoling.

Those who came to hand over the power came to the palace with fear and bravery, and saw the figure of Ren Mingjun on the white gauze curtain, which was a fox shadow that almost filled the whole palace.

Fox shadow nine tail floating, such as the swaying hell prison fire, even across a curtain, still frightening, dare not look at.

It turns out that this is the trusting Lord Ming

It's just a legend that Lord Ming is a feather snake. How could it be a Nine Tailed Fox.

However, this Nine Tailed Fox is so huge that I don't know how many years of cultivation. If it can continue to cut off thousands of years of incense in the underworld, maybe it is also their chance to ascend to heaven.

The representatives of all the major departments have handed over the power one by one.

Simang stood in front of the curtain. She was dressed in a God's robe and a fox mask. The pupils under the mask were as cold as ice.

At this moment, the black woman in their hearts has been like killing God, the face under the fox, I do not know how ferocious terror.

After they had handed over the power, they stood in a row. They lowered their heads and looked at each other in private.

As time goes by, many people's hearts are unstable, and sweat has oozed from their forehead.

"Great lord Ming, this is the remains of your crown. Please have a look." Siming gently raised his hand and slowly threw up the power in his hand. The fragments of the power were like the seeds of dandelion, which crossed the high curtain and floated to the dark shadow behind.

The magic fox behind the curtain of the murderous women's team seems to be extremely humble and respectful.

Shenhu took over the pieces of power. The huge shadow is the fear that shakes in everyone's heart.

After waiting for a long time, Shenhu slowly said: "it's a relic of the underworld. They didn't deceive me."

Si Ming Wen Yan nodded her head slightly. She looked back at the crowd and said:

"Mr. Ming appreciates your honesty. Come back, everyone

The crowd was relieved, but they resisted the thought of turning around and leaving. One by one, they saluted the commander and said goodbye. They didn't dare to leave until they got out of the hall.

After all the people left, Jiuyou hall returned to seclusion.

After the huge fox shadow on the curtain, the girl sighed with relief.

Simang waved his hand gently, the curtain fell down, the tall shadow of the fox disappeared, and the girl fox finally showed her true face.

Red and white fox sitting on the chair, a small one, she cleverly looked at the fox mask woman, blinked, no dignity to speak of.

Siming asked, "how does it feel to be a God?"

Ning Xiaoling thought about it and said, "it should be very powerful from the outside, but if we let them know that it's such a little fox hiding behind, I'm afraid they'll laugh to death."

Simang said faintly: "you'd better adapt to it several times. First of all, you have to make yourself believe that you are a Nine Tailed Fox, one of the highest beings in the demon world. As long as you believe it, why don't you be afraid of others? What's more, there's my sister who's going to make the town for you. "

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and said weakly, "thank you, sister Siming, for helping me all the time."

Siming took off the mask and showed the face of the upside down. She went up the stairs and sat down beside Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling immediately jumped on her shoulder and circled her soft body around the woman's neck.

"Good boy." Siming stroked the fox's tail with a light smile.

Ning Xiaoling is very good at judging the situation. She immediately put away her sharp claws, pressed her palm on Siming's shoulder, and gently rubbed it for her.

Now sister Siming is a bully at the top of this place. No one dares to provoke her. She and her master once conspired

Rebelling, she distracts sister Siming's attention, and then the master uses the slave pattern to suppress her, forcing her to draw another slave pattern. Unfortunately, their plot was easily seen through, and their success fell short. They were punished together.

Now the master has no rebellious heart and behaves like a little maid. She has to endure humiliation and wait for her elder martial brother to come back.

"I don't know where your elder martial brother is now." Si Ming said suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling, who was thinking about her elder martial brother, was surprised. She thought that she would wait for her elder martial brother to avenge them. After her tail trembled, she calmed down and said in a low voice, "I don't know, but elder martial brother is working so hard. It should be soon."

Simang pinched his finger and said, "it's been more than a month, but tianbang hasn't got any news yet. I'd rather show off my prestige in front of me for a long time. I really don't look like a man if I want to do something."

Ning Xiaoling listened to her slander of her elder martial brother. She wrote down a pen silently in her heart. She had to echo: "mm-hmm, next time elder martial brother comes back, I'll help you talk about him."

Siming said with a smile, "your elder martial brother is progressing so slowly. Maybe he was held back by some beautiful girl. For a moment, he was so happy in his hometown that he forgot all the younger martial sisters who said that she was in danger."

Ning Xiaoling muttered: "that's not what Xiaoling should worry about. Isn't master and sister worried at all?"

"What am I worried about?" Si Ming's beautiful eyes flow and fall on Ning Xiaoling's body.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly feels the opportunity to kill. She doesn't dare to say that Siming's elder sister is the third wife of the elder martial brother.

"Third wife?" Si Ming Yi said.

Ning Xiaoling's soft body is instantly stiff. She once again feels the power of the five strong men.

"No, No." Ning Xiaoling immediately raised his paw and made a surrender: "not the third wife..."

Simang sat on the throne, with his slender legs gently folded and arms around his chest. He had a slight temperament and asked, "Oh? Is there anything else you want to defend? "

Ning Xiaoling knew that bad luck was coming again. She thought about it and said tentatively, "is it the first wife?"

Siming has extended his hand.

Ning Xiaoling immediately said sincerely, "don't worry, elder sister. My elder martial brother is not close to women. No one can shake my elder sister's position."

But Siming's face became more and more gloomy.

A moment later, a little fox's cry came from the Jiuyou hall.

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Tianbang, command tower, full of sword Qi.

Rulei's sword Qi is like an unquenchable anger. It's the sword gang that Ning Changjiu shakes out between the blades. His white clothes are like a vibrating harp. In the sound of the harp, the flowing sword Qi is more like the rustling of Hu Feng. Carrying a roll of sword Gang's anger thunder, he keeps chopping towards the girl's position, forcing her dexterous figure to move in the lightning.

She seemed to dance on the edge of the sword, and it was hard to approach the white dress in the field of vision.

Ning long is not worried. He just stands still. His fingers between his left sleeve are constantly pinching. In one breath, he changes more than ten different sword formulas. Small swords with different breath fall down in the air, like small arrows sliding across the water. They make ripples in space, and launch their own tracks to shoot at the girl's figure.

Liu Xiwan was blinded by the other side's chaotic sword shadow. She pressed the group tightly, stabilized the heart of the sword, put down the arrogance in her heart, only regarded the other side as a stronger opponent than herself to deal with it, and sought a way to break the situation in adversity.

She knew that Ning Changchang's action was shocking and oppressive, but his consumption of himself was also serious. Although he looked calm, he was still searching for his flaws.

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I'll sell you a flaw!

Where Liu Xiwan's figure moved, a sword thunder fell in the air. She deliberately split half a point. Her body collided with the sword thunder, her steps faltered slightly, her breath fluctuated, and her pupils were slightly surprised.

Sure enough, after she failed to avoid this sword thunder, Ning, who had been standing leisurely, moved for a long time.

When he is still, he is like a mountain; when he is moving, he is like thunder. After his figure disappeared in the original place, all the accumulated swords in the command building wanted to explode in an instant.

Here comes... Liu Xiwan's face coagulates, and his pupils turn into snow-white, which reflects the track of Ning long in the shadow of many swords.

Whew!

The moment before Ning Changchang's figure came like an arrow, Liu Xiwan staggered with it with a ghostly footwork, and the distance between them was instantly opened. Liu Xiwan's sword formula had already been pinched in his hand, but only for the last time. After she dodged to Ning Changjiu, her sword formula was complete.

Between Liu Xiwan's sleeves, several long rainbow swords came out and hit Ning Changjiu's back. At the same time, with the help of these swords, she put out the iron sword in her hand and stabbed him in the back.

Just when she thought she was going to succeed, she looked at Ning Changchang's hand with a kind of heart and a dignified look - he didn't hold a sword in his hand.

Where's his sword?

Thinking only for a moment, she subconsciously raised her head. A sword was three feet above her head like a God. It fell with her raising her head. The timing was very good.

Liu Xiwan felt a shock in his heart. His toes immediately touched the ground, and his figure retreated. He narrowly avoided the falling sword.

In this moment's distraction, Ning Changjiu turned back and made a fist with his left hand. With the move of the ape demon shaking the mountain and shaking the mountain, he smashed the sword rainbow. At the same time, his right hand turned into palm, with a different softness from his left fist, like a crane flying in the wind.

His fingers held the point of Liu Xiwan's sword.

The sword of this pavilion is bent into an arc like the waning moon.

After the blade is stretched to the extreme, Ning will stand still for a long time, and two fingers will open the tip of the sword. Liu Xiwan broke through the situation too quickly, and finally fell behind in the pure spiritual power competition. She straightened her sword body, and the strength contained in it forced her figure to retreat, slide out of the command building, and hit the wall behind her.

Ning Changjiu grabs the sword on the ground and pursues it.

Between them, the sword was ignited like firecrackers and exploded frequently.

However, Liu Xiwan's momentum was weakened after the plot of hanging sword. At the moment, he was forced by Cuncun, and his steps soon became disordered.

After Ning Long's figure came, he did not use the sword, but the palm of his hand, directly patted on her forehead.

Liu Xiwan couldn't avoid the palm and fell heavily on the wall.

Ning Changjiu did not pursue, but stood still and said slowly: "whether you intentionally or unintentionally, a flaw is a flaw. The fish in the water want to bite the hook and drag the angler into the water? How stupid... This is the first lesson. Do you understand? "

Liu Xiwan looked at his high voice and felt angry. She clenched her teeth and said in a low voice: "sinister villain..."

Ning Changjiu said: "it seems that you still don't understand. I'll teach you another lesson."

Liu Xiwan looks calm. She knows that she is a little inferior and would rather be better for a long time, but the gap will never be big. As long as she is careful, she will never have a chance to defeat the enemy. Since Ning long can defeat a strong enemy across the border, why can't he defeat him across the border?

With this idea, Liu Xiwan's heart became stronger.

She leaned her back against the wall and made a sword guard. This is the starting form of the secret of the sword Pavilion.

Ning long did not even look at the sword in her hand. He just stopped and stood, holding the sword in his right hand, holding his left hand together, his fingers standing up in front of his chest, his side, a continuous stream of sword Qi condensed into a sword edge without handle.

As soon as the edge of the sword came out, it was thrown at Liu Xiwan one after another.

These swords have different angles, such as the dancing leaves in the strong wind, following the ethereal arc, one by one, they jump on Liu Xiwan's Scarlet eyebrows.

Liu Xiwan also calmed down. She stared at the swords. The memory of Sha Sha and the recent experience of Kendo came to her mind one by one. Her whole body immediately spread out the sword field, and her right hand held the sword like a pestle in the array. In the sound of Ding Ding, Ning Long's sword Qi was all bounced away by her sword field.

She bent her knee slightly and stepped on the wall behind her with her right foot, suddenly exerting force. Her body, like an arrow on a string, shot out in a flash and stabbed Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu's sword is against her again. The order upstairs is full of sword Qi. The snow-white light keeps flashing. Affected by the meaning of the sword, no snow can float into the building within tens of feet.

This curtain fell in the eyes of countless people on the long street, even the second elder martial sister with eyes higher than the sky looked slightly surprised. She couldn't judge the situation in the building for a moment. If not because of the rules of the sword Pavilion, she will directly ignore the warning of tianbangling and step on the platform to see what happened.

In the building, Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan use the blade of a sword. The two figures sometimes collide and sometimes stagger. It's hard to tell the difference between them. Their figure is faster and faster, even the continuous shadow are dragged into a line of flowing clouds.

Neither of them had time to put any more cruel words and put all their hearts on the sword.

Liu Xiwan wields her sword and sweeps away her previously repressed heart. In the airtight light of the sword, her figure is like lightning, even better than Ning Changjiu.

Ning kept silent for a long time, while sealing the sword back to the file, while pinching the formula in his sleeve, he drew up a series of swordsmanship that told the sword Tianzong.

Liu Xiwan is familiar with these moves, but he can't see them. The two of them seem to have a soul in their hearts. They are playing the familiar moves, and it's hard to part with each other.

In their tacit sword moves, Liu Xiwan suddenly stops his castration and turns to lift it to Ning Changchang's chest.

Ning Changchang reaches out his hand and takes the blade with empty hands again. His two fingers grip the other side's blade. But at that time, Liu Xiwan had the upper hand. She twisted the handle of the sword, pressed Ning Changjiu's finger, and put the fierce sword against his shoulder.

He was forced to retreat again.

Liu Xiwan bullied himself and made full use of his strength to pursue the victory.

Then Ning Long's figure disappeared like a ghost. She lost with a sword and nearly fell down again.

In the body of Liu Xiwan's sword, Ning Changjiu's figure is reflected. He then reflects the water moon in the mirror and appears in the same place after her sword fails.

Now the place is behind Liu Xiwan.

At the moment, Liu Xiwan finally feels what it's like to be a long-time opponent of Zuo Ning... Even though she knows that he will do this move, she is still caught off guard... Where did she learn all these insidious moves?!

When a sword fails, Liu Xiwan anticipates that he will take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack. He directly reverses his sword and predicts his sword moves.

But Ning long is no longer behind him.

A wind swept by the eye.

Liu Xiwan's shoulder suddenly sank.

Ning Long's hand had been pressed on her shoulder. His fingers were like hooks. He pressed the girl's fragrant shoulder and put his strength between his fingers. With a plop, he directly knelt the girl on the ground.

Liu Xiwan held the sword in both hands to support his body, and his silver teeth were biting, which made a clucking sound. But struggling, his knees still touched the ground.

"My flaw is not a flaw, but a trap. This is Lesson Two Ning long light said.

Ning Changchang said that in the first class, Liu Xiwan also thought about the truth of his words, but now she found that the other party was clearly humiliating herself.

In fact, she doesn't pay much attention to the reputation of the sword Pavilion. After all, she has only been in the pavilion for half a year. She doesn't have such a strong sense of belonging. She's just a little afraid of the second elder martial sister... After all, she can't beat her now.

But she doesn't want to lose to Ning Changjiu!

She wants to prove that she is blue and colder than water. She wants to prove that she is strong, instead of being scolded like a child.

Ning long felt under the palm, the girl's killing machine suddenly rolled up.

"It's a sword I've always wanted to show you."

The girl suddenly reached out and held the sword.

The blade cuts the palm, and the blood drops fall between the fingers.

Under the body, there seems to be a strong sun out of the East Mountain, slowly floating in the air, shining on the mountains, bright.

This is Tianyu sword Sutra!

Ning long can't believe that this is the weather of Tianyu sword Sutra, the assassin's sword, but the familiar sword moves follow the path of the sword Sutra!

This is the real move of Jianling pressing the bottom of the box. It's the root of her road!

After becoming, she realized for half a year that she had changed the appearance of this sword!

The girl didn't hold the hilt.

Although the sword in her hand is a famous sword, how can she compare with herself?

She is the most peerless one in the world!

At this moment, Liu Xiwan's heart was enlightened, the heart of the sword was brighter, and the rainbow swallowed the sky.

This is the first time that she has made this sword, which is of far-reaching significance.

Ning Changchang's figure has drifted back. Between the retreats, there are countless lights and shadows on his side. That's the way he learned all his life. At the moment, the way comes out one after another, and each of them is the brilliance of Ye.

There are daomen seal, deities sitting on the road, the true intention of Jianzong, the empty sword, the dark sword, the crane sword, the cold front of the sword sage's finger, the dying son of the old man, the bright shadow of the sword, the light of the sword, the spread of Shura's three heads and six arms, the flowing golden light, the thundering sound of the sword, and the splashing of thousands of fires!

In a month, Ning Changchang's true intention of Kendo is as good as his true son's banishment to immortals, and his clothes are full of color. Liu Xiwan, on the other hand, uses his body as a sword. His body is like silver fire in the sky. He wants to melt all the momentum of Ning Changjiu. This is her most powerful sword, the root of kendo. Ning long issued a sigh. Still not strong enough... He can take the sword. However, if the sword fails to come back the first time, the heart of the sword will crack countless. After that, the original Kendo of Kangzhuang will be extremely rugged. He sighed, held out his hand, and again touched the sword with his finger. The white sleeves are broken. The light and shadow all over the sky exploded into a fire. Liu Xiwan's sword pierced his finger. All their moves collided. Fireworks are boisterous, rising and finally dying out. Ning long standing in place, pale, ink hair scattered. The girl looked at him and her hand, trembling. Her finger is her sword“ You just... Why did you... You Liu Xiwan opened his mouth in a trembling voice, his eyes trembled, and his desire to speak stopped. Ning long smile, unable to speak. Liu Xiwan slowly took back her fingers, lowered her head and screamed, "is this your third lesson?" After a long time, she fell on her knees. She bit her lip and said in a trembling voice, "if you want to be good to me, why did you always excite me with words before? If you want to be bad to me, why do you deliberately ask me to help me achieve Kendo? You... You might as well change your name to Ning Youbing! " Said, she no longer before Ling Ran's pride, pretty cheek, actually have clear tears fall.