Beyond the Divine States

Beside the wine table, behind the dilapidated Pavilion, the edge of the ice hanging from the eaves and dripping water suddenly broke and cut into countless pieces. It turned into crystals reflecting sunlight and scattered in the air. Walking with the sword spirit, it swept into a cold and manic storm.

In the spirit of the crane's sword, the spirit of the sword is like a beast coming out of the cage. With the determination to kill, it pours on Ning Changchang's back with the momentum of crossing the river and the sea.

Ning Changjiu moved from the moment he felt the killing intention.

He wants to rely on the virtual reality exchange of water and moon in the mirror, but under the suppression of each other's powerful Tao, both ice and snow and lake water are covered by the boundless sword spirit, which can not reflect his shadow at all.

Ning Chang's figure leans forward, and his back almost slides past the point of the sword. At the same time, he turns back, raises his sleeve and points to it.

So when Baihe's sword spirit is approaching, Ning Changjiu's clothes suddenly burst out with countless sword lights.

Like when Liu Xiwan was fighting in the command tower, daomen's seal, the secret arts of gods, the unique knowledge of Jianzong, and thousands of Lingdao's sword skills were like a tornado gathering in the sea of knowledge. With his simple finger, they were excited together, and they were shining yellow and purple in front of him, just like the peaks burning in the sunset in autumn.

Although Ning Long's sword is a latecomer, its momentum is not lost at all.

The two collide in a flash.

Roar!

The light that explodes at one touch is like the wind, wrapping countless white paper scraps around.

This dilapidated pavilion has been standing for many years. All the exquisite wooden structures are crushed and destroyed by the smart power, and swept around with the white wave like storm.

At the same time, the frozen surface of the lake burst open, and the thick ice layer was like the arch back of a snow cow. It was pushed high and broke through numerous cracks. A large number of lake water gushed out from the cracks, surging wave by wave, and rocked to the sky like a fountain.

The encounter in the wilderness started without warning, and the explosion suddenly destroyed everything around.

Ning Changchang's virtual sword was also shattered by the flow of spiritual power. After all, he didn't have a good sword worthy of his own identity. What he held was the "Ming" sword of xuanming sect, which was far higher than him in terms of rank and spiritual power.

Therefore, this powerful sword fight, even if we try our best for a long time, still has the feeling of beating the stone with the egg.

After the collision, Baihe Zhenjun's strong intention of killing was not offset. He stood on the cold water rippling lake, holding a sword like snow in his hand, pushing forward indifferently.

He doesn't give Ning long any chance to breathe, and the turbulent sword will press on like a dragon again.

Ning long pursed tight lips, the huge spiritual power load forced his forehead blue veins burst up, suddenly crazy jump.

The sword of Baihe Zhenjun was pushed to the front of my eyes.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath and took a step forward. He didn't have time to simulate the sword move, so he just went away with a simple blow. On the tip of the fist, the spirit power was shaken open layer by layer, which slightly weakened the power of Baihe Zhenjun's sword.

Taking advantage of this moment, he took off the sword with his left hand at his waist, holding the scabbard and wiping it like a dagger.

The tip of Baihe Zhenjun's sword collides with the scabbard.

Ning Changjiu stops his fist, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. He uses it as a shield to block the opponent's attack.

The sword in his hand is the sword of the sword Pavilion. The second elder martial sister's sword bears the baptism of the meaning of the sword and hums in the sheath, like a cicada hissing in the autumn wind of the withered willow.

The sword seems to have kindled a sense of war.

The long lost face of Baihe Zhenjun stares at Ning Changjiu silently through sword Qi and water shadow. A few months ago, zhenjunbi was much thinner. The original appearance of xianfengdaogu was white hair and withered, eyebrows and eyes were gray, and the body was even thinner into skin and bones, just like a snow-white Taoist robe.

And all this is due to the three people who suddenly broke into the clan.

After he escaped that day, he didn't dare to go back to the mountain. The road was damaged and the road was destroyed.

He knew that his life was about to end like this... How could he be reconciled when he suddenly fell from the top to the bottom? He was determined to take revenge. Although his cultivation is broken, he has finally entered the five realms. Even if she can't kill the silver haired female devil, it should be more than enough to kill another pair of Taoist lovers.

When the boy entered the list of heaven, he paid attention to it. He had been waiting outside for months, setting up sentries on all the roads he had to go through, and then choosing this place as the place to intercept.

He's been waiting too long, so he's ready to kill himself!

But the sword in the opponent's hand has become a variable.

"Is this the sword of the sword pavilion?" Although the true king of white crane's heart is almost ashes, it is still palpitating to see this simple sword.

On weekdays, he would not attack those who hold the sword of the pavilion, but at this moment, he would not hesitate to die.

The main sword is entangled with Ning Long's scabbard. White crane real king backhand, with a star like approach to lightly gather a few grains of sword Qi, sword Qi with the sweep and ups and downs, and then in his fingers one by one pop up, soaring in the air, like a record of spherical thunder, along different tracks, one after another hit Ning long.

Ning Chang stretched out his hand for a long time and checked it with the scabbard. The palm of his hand was red with the overflowing sword Qi, and the green tendons burst out between his wrists, just like a low twisting dragon and snake.

When the sword blows like thunder, Ning Changjiu will burst out. As the Shura magic skill at the bottom of the box, it has to be performed in advance. Ten thousand golden lights stretch out behind it, like the sun breaking the clouds. The huge Shura Dharma body rises ferociously, roars like a master, waves its fist, and smashes it into the sky vigorously to disperse the thunder.

Baihe Zhenjun, who has never taken the initiative to press the body shadow close, looks at the huge golden Dharma body, and his old eyes turn into a line.

That's the trick - what he's afraid of.

Baihe Zhenjun knows that this is the "turtle shell" of a boy in white. It's hard for ordinary people to draw out the head of this old turtle. Only by removing the armor and shelling can he be killed.

The white crane real gentleman's fingers flick, the way formula changes, the figure presses up at the same time.

Under the stone foundation of the remnant Pavilion, his clothes are dancing on the water surface, and his figure is moving. The great power of the lake pulls the water up, overwhelming the place where Ning Changchang is.

It's better to stay for a long time than to breathe.

In the command tower, he can be described as showing his elegant demeanor against the challengers of the enemy. No matter which clan they belong to, no matter how famous they are outside or what kind of fairy friar they are, there is no big difference in front of him.

However, there is a gap between wudaojing and Ziting.

This is the realm polished by decades and hundreds of years.

It's only a few years, a hundred years

The surging water of the lake brought by Baihe Zhenjun is his blood and tears for half of his life.

Rather long head up, brow locked. Baihe Zhenjun's spiritual power is like a bone nail chiseled down, which surrounds his whole body and locks up all his escape Qi,

Ning had no way back for a long time. He abandoned all the thoughts of retreat, opened his eyes and focused on the tide.

In the water wall of running water, the shadow of crane flies out.

Shura clenched his fist and waved to the flying crane.

The huge wave and Ning long collided.

When the wall of lake water collides with the gold body of Shura, the golden light penetrates into the water, and the lake water instantly condenses into tens of millions of water drops, collides with each other, and bursts into pieces.

In the roaring sound, Ning Long's dull hum was engulfed.

He opened his eyes, looking for the white crane real man's attack point out the sword, but this half of the lake water is still ten million are giant palm, with unimaginable power, his body instantly hit the bottom of the lake!

Ning long shadow down.

The lake removed a lot of pressure from his chest.

Soon, his back touched the rocks. The greasy moss on the reef was crushed and floated up, with countless dead fish rushing into the iron blue water.

He knows the sea like a net, catching the trail of killing intention.

Don't wait for him to have any breathing, in the water, countless snow-white crane shadow just like swimming fish, toward himself.

He still has no time to breathe, and his figure is sinking. He is clinging to the bottom of the lake full of mud snails and fleeing quickly. At the same time, he is looking for the real location of the white crane in the source of countless crane shadow power.

Immortal Baihe didn't fight with Siming a few months ago. His realm was oppressed and he was tied up everywhere. Although his realm was broken now, it was stable enough for a long time, enough for him to use what he had learned all his life.

The crane's shadow flapping its wings is as slow as a butterfly, but as fast as no shadow. In an instant, it catches up with Ning long. One after another, it clings to his white clothes, just like the flowers in his skirt.

The white flowers turned into blood.

Wisps of blood bloom in the dark water, and then are instantly dispersed by the turbulence.

The gold body of Shura is a dual force between spirit and essence. It covers Ning Long's half body. Regardless of the resistance of the current, it still makes many huge holes at the bottom of the lake. However, the flying cranes are like countless mosquitoes and flies. After breaking up, they gather again and come in an endless stream.

Ning didn't look back for a long time. He walked close to the bottom of the lake. The sword of the pavilion in his hand was buzzing, as if he was mocking the master's cowardice.

He was still unmoved, and his figure changed and swept at the bottom of the lake. Where he passed, reefs burst open, and the broken shells of the spiral surged along the current towards the glowing water.

Ning Long's figure sweeps upward and comes out from the lake. The layers of crane's shadow are still endless, chasing after each other.

On the surface of the lake, the old man with crane hair didn't know when he was here. He had expected everything. He stood in the position of Ning long breaking through the water, with a cold smile on his face.

The sword in his arms came out of his sheath for several inches at the same time.

It was an unexpected sword, which lit up Ning Long's eyebrows and eyes in a moment. It was silent, fast as thunder and lightning, and stabbed the young man's throat without hindrance.

Ning Changchang seemed to have expected his arrival. When the sword came, the sword of the sword Pavilion in his hand had come out of its sheath, and his surging sword spirit was released, and his momentum was not lost at all.

Shake!

It's Ning Long's sword spirit that beats Baihe Zhenjun.

Baihe Zhenjun's sword intention disintegrates, and his body is broken by Ning's waist for a long time.

A paper crane fell to the ground.

Not flesh and blood!

Ning Chang's heart gave a beating.

He raised his head, and a crane floated down in the sky. The figure seemed very slow, but it passed through many spaces and pressed to the top of his head in an instant.

Ning long did not go to prevent, because intuition tells him that this is false.

He looked at his feet.

Under the feet, the white cranes that had been chasing them with their tails condensed into one and flew out of the water, just like the white crane emptied.

The shadow of the crane will kill you.

Ning long closed his eyes.

The mysterious art of water moon in the mirror starts, and he changes position with the reflection in the lake. During the transformation of virtual reality, the real king of white crane flies into the sky, and the sky overlaps with the shadow in the water, turning into a real crane.

Ning long without any breath, crane cohesion, he has handed out the first counter attack sword.

The shadow of the virtual sword broke through the water, and with the sound of the sword like the roar of the tiger and the sound of the dragon, it pressed towards the real king of the white crane.

The real king of white crane flapped his wings and fell his feathers.

Eclosion into a shield, will attack from the sword to resolve one by one.

Ning Changjiu, with the body of Shura, came out of the water after a sword, just like a huge whale, opening its mouth full of tusks and biting at Baihe Zhenjun.

"There's more left?" White crane really Jun brow micro Cu, he found that he still underestimated the opponent.

He knew that the other party was extraordinary, which was not extraordinary from a famous family, but really exceptional.

He has been practicing Taoism in xuanming mountain for many years, and has seen countless brilliant disciples, but he has never seen such brilliant talent and calm eyes. Even though they were separated from each other, this feeling still made Baihe Zhenjun afraid.

Although his realm is lower than himself, his eyes are always condescending.

This kind of vision will only come from the years

Unless the other party has reached a higher level than himself, how can it be so? Is it the magic of Rejuvenation or reincarnation?

The white crane really gentleman flashed a different idea. But life and death cannot be distracted from the enemy.

Shura's body had been pressed. He looked at the golden giant and pushed his sword out of its sheath again.

Since the assassination, in the contest between them, Baihe Zhenjun has made many swords, but except for the first sword, he has never drawn his sword completely.

He's always ready.

He wants to stay until he reaches the peak of his energy and energy, and then directly use the thunder sword to destroy all the vitality of his opponent.

Ning Changjiu is equally clear about his means, and he also wants to suppress the other party's means.

Bang!

Under the cover of his flying sword, Shura's huge fist went up face to face, directly hit the hilt of the opponent's sword, and pressed the sword back into the sheath.

The cloud of white feather around Ning Changchang's body was scattered by one blow.

The figure of Baihe Zhenjun reappears.

He looked at Ning long, sighed and said, "my life has been ruined by you."

Ning Changjiu's sword and Shura's fist won again. His face was cold and his words were hoarse: "it was our negligence that we didn't kill you directly last time."

"Alas..." Baihe sighed again. His sword fell like rain, covering the lake where Ning Changchang was. He said: "we could have talked about it. But you can't help but go straight into the cave and kill the horned deer. No matter your ambition is to ask heaven for the right way or to fight for the middle land, this kind of behavior will only make countless enemies."

Rather than pay attention to Baihe Zhenjun's words, Ning Changchang said with no expression: "the higher the realm, the more I feel that the whole world should cherish your lives. I should have asked you what you mean by any major event. The earthly life of the immortal sect has to be overturned in the palm of your hand... You monks of the immortal sect are living a very smooth life! "

On that day, dianhuanzong blocked their way by blocking the mountain with the immortal killing tower, which made them have to fall into the situation of the sea and the country. They almost died. In the aftermath, the number of ordinary people who died or injured is unknown

Ning Changchang is very angry. Shura's huge fist is constantly waving towards the sky. The momentum is inexhaustible, and there are countless thunders.

Baihe Zhenjun's sword fell from the cloud. Each sword's meaning was cut into a perfect arc. It was as fast as an electric spirit, and cut his figure to run away.

Behind the lake, the water curtain sounded endlessly, like a torrential rain.

Gold and white figures interweave in them, playing dark.

Although Ning Long's Qi sea is deep, it can't resist his fist and sword.

The overflowing spirit power evaporates around and turns into a large amount of white gas.

Ning Changjiu's sword eyes focus on where Baihe really is. He pinches the sword formula in his sleeve, and thousands of sword shadows gather at his fingertips to make an angry dragon soar into the sky.

Baihe Zhenjun sneered. His figure changed in the air. Sometimes he turned into a sword, sometimes he became a man. He used many moves to digest Ning's long planned attack.

"Well, it doesn't seem to kill you." Baihe Zhenjun hovered and flew to the surface of the water: "it's time for you to have a look at the five realms and the ladder between the purple court and the five realms."

Between the words, he fixed his eyes and cut off the flames of all his thoughts.

Ning Long's heart, a huge warning appeared, in his body instantly aroused a layer of goose bumps.

He steadied his swaying mind and looked at the white crane in the air.

Around Baihe Zhenjun, the light seemed to stop flowing.

In the center of crane, an illusory world is built around it, and it is like a God or totem in one of the worlds.

Under the white crane, countless feather blade storms swept up.

The power handle that Baihe Zhenjun cultivates is similar to freezing.

At the same time, he also spied some of the power of the sky.

That's the power of the candle dragon after his death.

These two kinds of broken powers meet in the air, and the feather blades are all attached with faint light. This kind of light looks very beautiful. At a glance, it can remind people of death and the kingdom of heaven.

I'd rather look around for a long time.

The other side's field is much bigger than what they can do.

He still has no way out.

Ning long raised his head, eyes, light condensation for a point.

He raised his big sleeves.

The two sleeves are like clouds rising from both sides of the body.

Every cloud is all inclusive.

He once again moved out of what he had learned, and all his knowledge and Dharma turned into real concrete images, one by one blocking his sky, just like countless mirages hanging on the top.

Baihe Zhenjun looks at the young man standing on the lake and shakes his head gently.

"The battle of the trapped beast."

So he said, and then he put out his fingers and pushed the sword out of its sheath.

The sword came out of the scabbard completely and fell into the white feather in the sky.

The sword is like a mold, and the white jade is like silver.

Silver water into the mold, also turned into a sword.

The real white crane is in the air like the sun.

A terrible sword almost covering half of the lake fell in the air, and all of it fell towards Ning Changjiu's place.

At the same time, Baihe Zhenjun in the cloud continues to play lightly, just like a high seat judge, in charge of life and death.

Several pure swords fell down and burst into his arms and shoulders, breaking his clothes and blood.

The sword Qi in the middle has already pressed on Ning Changchang's head, tearing away those concrete meanings like withering and decaying, and then slowly pressing him down towards the bottom of the lake like a giant palm pressing his head.

Bang bang. Several successive blasts startled the lake.

The shape of the whole water surface is like the concave surface of a bowl.

Ning long standing in the center, overflowing water flowing like a dragon.

The last rock burst.

All of it explodes.

Ning Long's figure is completely blown to the bottom.

The surface of the water closed to the middle again, quickly engulfing his figure, just like a coffin for a dead man.

The real king of white crane is falling.

He stood on the surface of the lake, shaking away the sword Qi left by his fingertips.

White crane turned into an old man again. The old man's old state was more obvious. He was so old that he didn't dare to see his reflection in the water.

He also spent far more energy than he had expected.

It's just... Even if you kill this young man, your path has been destroyed. What's the future?

The old man sighed. His heart was like stagnant water. He just wanted to find a secluded place and wait for death indifferently.

At this moment, a bright spot of vitality appeared in his consciousness.

There were ripples on the water.

The white crane really gentleman is not shocked, just Yi a, sneer a way: "have not died yet?"? It's a tough life. I'll give you some more swords! "

With that, the cruel light of murder came into his eyes.

The old man pushed out his palm and the sword came out with it. Swords with different meanings condense in the air and fall towards the ripples.

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"Sister..."

The clouds and sea of three thousand worlds are surging. In the wonderful Pavilion hanging in the middle, Shi Yu stands beside Zhao Xiang'er and calls out his elder sister. Then he stares at the phantom water curtain in front of her and frowns.

Zhao xianger sits in front of Yunxia's case, in front of her exquisite cheek, a curtain of water unfolds slowly. In the meantime, Ning Changjiu is fighting with a white crane.

Zhao xianger looked at it quietly, his face expressionless, only his fine eyelashes trembling gently.

Shi Yu looks at her sister's curvilinear profile, and her eyes stay on her porcelain white cheek.

In the picture, Ning Changchang's momentum is exhausted, and he hits the deep pit at the bottom of the lake with his sword. The breath is almost gone. However, Bai He Zhenjun is still worried. He condenses several swords and cuts off Ning Changchang one by one.

She looked at the sharp and unstoppable point of the sword, her mind was tight, and she thought that if the person who was against the white crane was herself, she would have died.

Although the emperor's son-in-law is stronger than he was, the ceiling of the purple court is only so high. If it goes on like this, he will die.

"Sister Xiang'er, your mother wants you to stay here. Even if something big happens, you can't leave without permission. I know that although my elder sister usually doesn't say it, she loves him. Seeing this picture, I'm heartbroken, but my elder sister must not break the rules, otherwise, not only he will die, but also my elder sister will... "Shi Yu bit her teeth, sighed softly and said in a low voice," I'm willing to accompany my elder sister, but I don't want to work with Xueyuan for thousands of years. "

Zhao xianger calmly looked at the shadow on the water curtain and did not answer. Jiuyu stops at the side of the water curtain and looks at it together. Shi Yu said anxiously, "elder sister, did you listen to me?" She always felt that with xianger's character, she had to pull out her sword at any time, rely on the original power of three thousand worlds, and take the world as the ladder to save her husband. How can I stop it then? In the picture in the water curtain, Baihe Zhenjun's sword has fallen. Sword after sword, almost without interval. There were huge waves on the water. Zhao xianger finally spoke softly and whispered to himself in a cold voice: "this sword was cut for marriage, this sword was cut for Xiaoling, this sword was cut by me, this sword was cut for... Siming, this sword, um... Let's say Liu Xiwan. As for this sword, it was cut by all the female disciples who were defeated by him!" Shiyu listened to sister Xiang'er's words, shocked speechless, thinking that I thought you were caring about your husband, but I never thought you were settling accounts. Is this the famous model fairy couple in Nanzhou? After the sword fell in the water curtain, Zhao Xiang'er's face eased a lot, and his jade hand caressed his chest like a long breath of evil. Shi Yu asked cautiously, "is my sister really not worried about him at all?" Zhao xianger said coldly, "what are you worried about? You can't die. Hum, it's time for this wild crane to come. If it doesn't come to kill the people, I can't help the lower world beating him! It's not going to be that hard. "“ The pain of skin and flesh? " Shi Yu was a little surprised and thought that the emperor's son-in-law was in danger. She was thinking, in the water curtain, the snow lake tore a hole again. There was no sun in the gray sky, but a golden sun rose in the lake, which dyed the whole lake into a burning color. Under the water, a golden crow flew out. In the crow, the figure with damaged white clothes emerged out of thin air, and his blood was washed away by the lake, with pale color. He is still like a son of God coming out of the sun, and like a water ghost whose soul is not scattered. He straightened his waist slowly and looked up at Baihe Zhenjun. His eyes were like the sun wrapped in pure glass.