Beyond the Divine States

The collapse of Tianhu mountain erupted behind him.

The rock of Yuhu peak is the wall, and the stone fragments are filled with black powder. The sword fire that destroys the sky and the earth is the guide. Under the spread, the huge peaks explode one after another, forming a huge fireworks, which makes the night sky gorgeous.

Simang stands at the head of the bamboo raft, overlooking from a distance with a negative hand. She is graceful and graceful. The light in the sky paints a light color on her cheeks, and her temperament is out of the dust.

Rather long sit cross knee, he twisted because of the bow and stiff arm, also raised his head, looking at the sky light mapping under the side of the face, slightly distracted.

If the bamboo rafts are embracing each other and rushing with the water, it may be a wonderful memory, but the situation will never allow it.

With the robe covering the whole body, she closed her eyes and calmed down. She simply healed the injury, and then turned around gently.

She turned her back to Tianhu mountain and stopped looking at the fireworks, so the feast of sword fire also lost its luster.

"The third and fourth disciples of the sword pavilion are seriously injured. As long as they still talk about their friendship, they should have no time to pursue. If the eldest martial sister of the sword Pavilion is really stubborn, I can kill her directly before the ten thousand prisoner gully." Si Ming said haughtily.

Ning long thumbs up, said: "my snow is fierce."

Siming said with a smile, "when I see Lu, I don't think you dare to call her that."

Ning Changjiu also laughed and said: "at the beginning, the ancient lingzong lived for such a long time, we have long been a family, that is, you have a hard mouth, and you never admit it."

Si Ming smiles and says, "I shouldn't cut that fruit!"

Ning Changchang said, "is the flesh sweet or not? What does it have to do with the peel?"

"Don't point at sang and scold Kui." Si Ming sneered back: "I dare to cut the fruit. How about you? Do you dare to cut one? "

Better be silent for a long time.

Si Ming snorted coldly and won again. He thought that he had failed in the past because of the influence of Nu Wen. In fact, Ning Chang was not my opponent at all.

She was even more arrogant and said, "if you dare to speak ill to me again, I'll copy your house after I go back, rob Xiaoling, marry Xiaoling, and then let Zhao xianger be my servant who serves tea and water. I'm so angry with you."

Rather than being annoyed, Ning Changchang laughed and said half jokingly, "when you made a big wish in the past, it didn't come to a good end, so you didn't learn a lesson at all?"

Simang dropped his head to meditate, and suddenly laughed, "we are not ordinary people who pray for God and worship Buddha. What are we superstitious about these? If I really had the ability to follow the law, then you would have been my prisoner. What's the matter now? "

Ning long felt that what she said was reasonable, and said, "well, let's go when we have a rest. As long as they don't catch up, we should be able to have a smooth sailing."

Simang snorted coldly: "how dare they?"

Voice just fall, rather long immediately get up, five fingers a grasp, draw river water for sword, made the posture of resisting the enemy.

In the darkness behind the raft, two sword lights came on one after the other, illuminating the river and its two walls, like the ice running across the river.

The light of Zhou Zhenyue's and Liu junzhuo's swords has come up like beasts before the Liuhua in the sky dissipates.

……

Zhou Zhenyue could not accept such a failure.

Four hundred years ago, she was a young girl. She was born in a small country in China. She was the eldest lady of a noble family in the country.

When she was still six years old, she witnessed the elegant demeanor of Sword Fairy and the collapse of her country.

A young man who had been oppressed came back from the cultivation of Taoism and killed the monarch in the depth of the palace. Then the enemy army took advantage of the situation. After only one month's war, the capital was broken. She and other officials became slaves. According to her status, she sold money to the enemy country.

It was Kensei who saved her.

The swordsmanship of the young man was comparable to Tiangao. He killed the king with one sword and died under the sword of the sword sage.

At that time, she happened to kneel under the heavy eaves of the Royal Palace, staring at the blood dripping from the sword, trembling and excited. She stared at the thin figure in the white robe. When she got back to herself, she suddenly knelt down and climbed over and knocked heavily at him.

The sword saint who wanted to leave turned and looked at her, then handed out his sword.

Looking at the rusty but sharp sword, Zhou Zhenyue held out her hands and grasped the edge of the sword.

The palm is split, and the blood flows all over the arm in an instant. She was in pain, but she didn't want to let go. Her bones were shaking,

Jiansheng looks at her and nods gently.

"Follow me." Said Kensei.

Zhou Zhenyue grabbed the sword and earned her body. The sword almost cut off her palm.

The swordsman drew back his sword.

Looking at the body of the young man on the ground, he said: "this is my first apprentice. Originally, it was your elder martial brother. Unfortunately, the heart of the sword was occupied by obsession and fell into the devil's way... This is my failure in teaching. I can only kill him to make up for my mistake. I hope you will not become such a person in the future."

In the first month, the snow in the palace turned red.

Zhou Zhenyue followed him closely for fear of losing him.

"What kind of person should I be?" Zhou Zhenyue summoned up the courage to ask.

The sword sage's answer, she always remembers: "be qualified to inherit my sword."

At that time, she vowed that she would rather die than disgrace the name of the sword sage.

But the sword sage shook his head and said, "what I want to believe in is not me, but the sword Pavilion. I will die one day, but the sword Pavilion will survive until the world no longer needs it. "

She didn't know what to say, but she didn't insult the name of the sword Pavilion.

The heavy snow in the palace at that time is still chilly in retrospect.

She remembers that a lot.

After her self-study of sword, she seldom faced failure. She could accept losing to Nu Wa, but could not accept losing to Si Ming.

Especially when two people fight one.

She even began to doubt her sword. It turned out that her invincibility these years was not because she was strong, but because her enemies were not strong enough.

But she soon realized that failure was not terrible, what was terrible was the concession caused by fear... She could not live up to her original promise to the sword Pavilion.

Fortunately, they did not escape too far.

Although they were well-known and decent, they didn't take care of the safety of the third younger martial brother and the fourth younger martial brother first, as simang imagined. Instead, they kept on catching up.

She just wants to kill now.

Before Dajiang ran into the ravine of ten thousand prisoners, she locked the bamboo raft on the river, controlled the sword with all her strength, and cut it recklessly.

The rainbow like sword light fell into the river, and the river sank, forming a huge deep-water pit that could not be made up for in a short time.

The bamboo rafts were broken and turned into debris.

As soon as the sword light fell, Ning Changjiu and Siming had disappeared on the raft and hovered side by side in the sky.

Standing on the surface of the river, Zhou Zhenyue grabs an ancient sword and flies out of the bottomless puddle. With the movement of her fingers, she stops in front of her body. Zhou Zhenyue recites a secret. The tip of the ancient sword is slightly raised, and the meaning of the sword soars. She throws it at their position.

Si Ming Bing's eyes were white. She gave a sharp drink and pointed to the huge sword.

The fingertip fell on the tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword pierced the skin of the jade finger, and the power of the ancient sword was cut off.

After Zhou Zhenyue, Liu junzhuo has arrived.

Without saying a word, she put one hand behind her waist and the other hand in front of her body, facing the river. The river vibrated, countless drops of water leaped up, each drop was stained with the sword, they were like a rolling iron rain, with the momentum of thousands of troops, toward the sky, vowed to beat the sky into a sieve.

The sword of the river has been pressed in front of him.

This is a sword of five peaks. Even if Liu junzhuo is injured, his momentum is still shocking.

Ning took a deep breath for a long time. The gold body of Shura roared from his blood. The book of Daogu Chunyang also burned in the sea of knowledge. The sea of Qi transpiration turned into a white fog, which covered all the gold elixirs on it.

In a short moment, Ning long-term use of the external force of Taoism, forced his body and realm to a higher level.

He held out his hand abruptly.

Jinwu hands the bow between his palms.

He holds the frosted bow arm. Without the chance to shoot, he directly grabs the magic bow and clenches it with his five fingers. Using it as a weapon, he cleaves to Liu junzhuo's river.

The sound of water vibrates the sky.

Liu junzhuo was enveloped by the heavy rain.

The woman with white dress, black skirt and fierce eyes regarded the heavy rain as nothing. She recited the sword formula silently, stepped on the water and broke away. Although she didn't have a real sword in her hand, her powerful sword was like a comet trailing behind. With her figure, she hit Ning Changjiu straightly.

Ning Changjiu pours aura into the bow, locks Liu junzhuo's high-speed moving figure with the eye of Taiyin, and bluntly strikes with the bow arm. At the same time, there are countless swords on his side. There are the true intention of the sword clan, the empty sword, the dark sword, the crane sword, the ten thousand swords and the ten thousand methods. The Qi and Qi are different from each other.

The sound of a sword is like thunder and the sound of a bell.

This is the sword he used to defeat Liu Xiwan. Now this sword is more powerful. He asked her master Liu junzhuo again.

Liu junzhuo's figure is illuminated by thousands of swords.

Along with it comes Liu junzhuo's powerful sword spirit.

In the air, it seems that there are countless porcelain bowls constantly smashing and colliding, and the clear sound keeps ringing - it's the sound of Ning Changjiu's sword burst.

Liu junzhuo catches his bow with his palm.

She didn't use any fancy moves. She directly forced her opponent to go up with her realm. She directly crushed each other's powerful and wonderful sword intention, and turned the loud sword sound into a noisy sound.

Ning Changjiu holds the bow in both hands. His white sleeve is broken by the sword Qi, revealing his body covered with gold grain of Shura. The famous sword on his side is folded off one by one and turned into ashes.

"You just shot me?" Liu junzhuo stares at the bow and his anger surges out.

Without waiting for Ning Changjiu to answer, Liu junzhuo has stepped forward and smashed the void. Her other hand is hard and soft, rising as fast as if it were slow. Qian Qian's fingers are all swords. She stabs a sword, cuts the river and cuts it to Ning Changjiu in a heart splitting way.

Rather than dodge for a long time, his pupils suddenly turned golden.

As the purple mansion opened, the gold black flew out and wrapped around the finger. At the same time, the gold body of Shura, which was originally suppressed in the body, rushed out like a lion, raised its golden fist, pressed it with one hand, and roared away with a thunderbolt with the other.

Liu junzhuo seems to be at a disadvantage, but her sword is bold and she doesn't give in. Her body is like a sword and she stands in the same place. In her mind, two bright long swords condense on her side, one is purple lightning, the other is Qingshuang. She lets Shura's fist hit her forehead and pats them out.

Boom!

The two exchanged moves.

Liu junzhuo's forehead was smashed. Her face was pale, and her forehead was flushed with blood.

Ning Changchang's sword is on his shoulders. The sword slides backward against him. Fortunately, Shura's body locks the two swords. Although they keep turning and stirring, they don't pierce the defense for a moment, so they directly take off their shoulders.

Ning Changchang stamped his feet, crossed his arms, and carried the fierce sword Qi. He grasped the hilt and crushed it.

He stared at Liu junzhuo with his eyes open and said, "last time I met you, I just let you down. Why? If you lose a sword and a crown, you're going to kill me? "

Liu junzhuo was angry when she thought about the embarrassment she had been shot by his bow and arrow. She said coldly, "it was my younger martial sister who lost you that time. What do you have to do with me? If you stop here, I'll arrest you to go back to the court. For my younger martial sister's sake, I can save your life. "

Ning long grasped God bow, sneer: "depend on woman to live everywhere, always too cowardly."

"Isn't that what you are?" Liu junzhuo's clothes shook wildly, took off the power of that fist, and moved forward, stirring up a wave of anger again: "today I gamble on the heart of the sword for three hundred years, and I will also defeat you under the sword!"

Ning Changjiu held the bow in his left hand and put on the bow string in his right hand quietly. "Today... I'll give up gambling for Mr. two."

The young man in white set up his bow and pulled the strings.

Liu junzhuo looks slightly different.

Shoot in front of you? court death!

At the other end of the river confrontation, the battle between Siming and Zhou Zhenyue has become white hot. The momentum of that place can really be called the battle of risking one's life.

In this fight for her life, Zhou Zhenyue was defeated by simang even though she burned her sword.

On Tianzhu peak, she realized her original intention and completed the sundial. She was no longer a incomplete goddess. At this moment, she only needed an opportunity to fly up with her sword.

She didn't cheat for a long time. Unless the sword sage comes, there is almost no one to do anything about her.

However, as the elder martial sister of the sword Pavilion, Zhou Zhenyue's heart is still stoic and motionless even at a disadvantage.

Her sword was cut out in countless life and death, and she knew that no matter how powerful simang was, it only needed a sword to defeat the other side. As long as you don't break down, you will have the chance to deliver the sword of turning defeat into victory!

Siming was not at all soft hearted.

Zhou Zhenyue's every sword was held in the palm of his hand by simang before it was finished. It was like pinching the white crane's neck, making its sonorous sword sound turn into mourning.

While controlling the sword, Siming punches fiercely. The air of the spirit power blows on Zhou Zhenyue like raindrops. Zhou Zhenyue blocks the sword, and her figure is smashed down again and again, and soars up again and again.

In the turbulence caused by the war, a long wave pushed the four of them into the valley of ten thousand prisoners.

There are countless Grottoes in the ravines of ten thousand prisoners, whistling in the night wind, like ten thousand ghosts trapped here, weeping in the moonlight.

Although Zhou Zhenyue was inferior in every aspect, she never lost the battle. Simang was more and more agitated. She took a fierce route in her sword making. Although she played well, she consumed a lot of money.

And simang can also feel that Zhou Zhenyue has been holding back all the time. She is folding her strength. Her fists and swords encourage her heart's sword. If that sword is delivered, the other party will have a chance to turn the situation around.

Zhou Zhenyue's eyebrows and lips were closed. Her body was like a volcano. When her sword reached its peak, it was about to turn into a stream of fire.

But the crucial sword was interrupted.

On the surface of the river, Ning Changjiu shoots an arrow at Liu junzhuo.

It was an arrow almost full of bows. Peiran rushed out like a wolf.

Taking advantage of Shura's golden body, he shot an arrow before Shura was torn to pieces by Liu junzhuo!

Liu junzhuo defends subconsciously.

But the arrow that Ming Ming directed at his pen somehow ran to Zhou Zhenyue.

Liu Jun immediately looked up, looked into the air and cried out, "elder martial sister!"

"No distractions!" Rather long harshly reprimand, swung the bow to hit. Liu Jun Zhuo Dao was upset. She had chopped the gold body of Shura with her bare hands. She had no chance to win in the long run, but her distraction gave the other side a chance to breathe.

However, the outcome here is not important.

Zhou Zhenyue had no defense against the arrow.

She subconsciously used her body method, but this arrow almost came from the tarsal bone, like the power of the king of sin to "judge", and there was no escape.

Poof!

The arrow pierced the flesh and blood and penetrated into the body. Although the wound was shallow, it could not break the body of the sword, but it interrupted her long-standing sword.

Simang seized the chance, cut open her defense, grabbed her neck, dragged her to the mountain wall of the ten thousand prison gully.

The boulder burst.

Liu junzhuo didn't want to defend and beat Ning's long-term huge bow.

She looked up at the sky, eyes canthus to crack, she watched the elder martial sister was hit into the mountains, and then the peaks roared, as if the ridge kept breaking.

A moment later, the gully cracked, and Siming grabbed Zhou Zhenyue's hair and bumped it out of the crevice.

Zhou Zhenyue is still fighting, but she is no longer the opponent of simang.

The five fingers of Siming grasped Yu Lei tightly, grasped the sword in his hand, beat hard, and scattered Zhou Zhenyue's sword idea until he was left with only his snow-white single clothes.

The duel between the experts is that once they collapse, they will be castrated.

Zhou Zhenyue's body is full of blood and scarred. She holds the sword with difficulty. Her body is under the attack of the opponent's sword, knee and elbow. The day after tomorrow, the sword will be on the edge of collapse.

"Elder martial sister..." Liu junzhuo can't stand this scene. She ignores Ning Changjiu and directly drives her sword to simang.

Ning was relieved for a long time.

At the moment, his strength is exhausted. If Liu junzhuo chases him hard, it will make it difficult for Siming to make a choice. But at the moment, Zhou Zhenyue has lost, and Siming, who is in full swing, is certainly not afraid of Liu junzhuo.

Simang stabbed Zhou Zhenyue's chest with a sword, bent her legs and knees, and smashed her into the ravines again.

As the boulders burst, she held her sword in the air and chopped at Liu junzhuo.

Sword fire lights up the sky again.

Liu junzhuo's heart is upset, so is the sword.

But simang is not an ordinary five peaks at all. Her sword is intended to be polished to perfection by Ye Chan palace. With the momentum of seizing heaven and earth, the Shenguan's sword pushes Liu junzhuo to the disadvantage.

Ning Changjiu immediately runs time and power to repair the injury.

He has shot nine arrows, which is the limit of Yanghuang cangyu bow. He can't pull the string for the moment.

But he still has a flying sword.

Ning Changjiu took a breath, stepped on the river, and came out in the air. In an instant, he and Siming formed a situation of horns, attacking Liu junzhuo.

Liu junzhuo doesn't know very well. She has a hard time dealing with simang. If there is another one, she is likely to be defeated like a senior sister.

On the other side of the mountain, the bloody Zhou Zhenyue climbed out of the rubble.

She looked at the troubled younger martial sister, burning with anger in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.

Why did this hunting, which was supposed to win without doubt, come to this end? Is it not the way of heaven that you protect? Why doesn't the way of heaven come to protect me?

Or... Is the world really one foot higher than the devil?

Zhou Zhenyue wants to transfer the flying sword, but her body is too injured to coordinate her spiritual power. She can only watch Liu junzhuo besieged by the two and hit the sword. She sees the white dress stained with blood and gradually dragged into the Jedi.

Simang stands on the river like a God. She grabs Changfeng in her hand, condenses it into a virtual sword, and smashes it at Liu junzhuo.

The river waves.

After the huge waves fell, Liu junzhuo's body also fell into the deep pit of the cliff.

The woman kept panting, her eyelashes trembling, her face full of desperation... She's going to lose again... She's gnashing her teeth and can't be reconciled.

When simang wanted to take advantage of the victory, Ning Changjiu suddenly took her hand and said in a deep voice, "go!"

Siming looked slightly different.

But she did not hesitate, put down the good situation directly, and used the power of time together with Ning Changjiu to escape.

They can't disappear more than three times.

On the dark cliff, an old pine suddenly appeared.

After a close look, I found that it was a figure.

"Master!"

Zhou Zhenyue recognized the shadow and exclaimed.

The swordsman comes.

Ke Wenzhou looked at the two seriously injured female apprentices and said, "I haven't killed anyone for a long time... If you still have the strength, go to the ruins of the skeleton tower, I'll teach you how to kill."

He only left this sentence, the figure disappeared in place.

Ning long and Siming hand in hand, body in the layers of caves and gullies shuttle.

"What's the matter?" Simang guessed the reason, but he couldn't believe it.

Ning Changjiu said in a cold voice: "I saw a man with Taiyin. I almost didn't see him clearly."

The eye of Taiyin is the eye of heaven and earth. If this eye can't see clearly, it can only show that the opponent's realm has reached the point where he is about to break away from heaven and earth!

"Sword sage?" Simang was shocked: "how can this be?"

Ning Changchang sighed and said: "the words of the divine officer follow the Dharma. It's true that the skill is not reduced..."

Siming clenched his lips and wanted to argue, but he had nothing to say.

The valley of ten thousand prisoners has come to an end in a twinkling of an eye.

Siming and Ning stopped for a long time. Ning long has always maintained the eyes of the sun, standing high in the sky, overlooking the world, looking for the trace of the sword saint. Ten thousand prisoners gully complex terrain, but not big, the river run out. Further ahead is the ruins of the pagoda. Siming was a little guilty and didn't dare to speak, but Ning was relieved for a long time. He said happily: "it seems that the sword sage didn't come... Zhou Zhenyue and Liu junzhuo were seriously injured. If the sword sage's humanity is not lost, he will heal them first and then chase us. Next, there are several natural disasters. We just need to cheer up..." he said halfway. Siming touched him with his elbow. With a chill in his heart, he raised his head and looked forward. A whirlpool formed at the end of the river. There is a bamboo raft on the whirlpool. The bamboo raft revolves in it. On the raft stood a tall and straight old man. His hair is still dark, but his face is not middle-aged. His first instinct is that he is too old to be. They stopped. Ning Changjiu swallowed the unfinished words... He thought that if he could get through alive, he would take simang and go to a temple to learn closed Zen. Women sing and men follow. Ning Changjiu's words were unfortunately rejected. The old man on the bamboo raft is the sword sage. Looking at the direction of the ruins of the remains tower, he said: "that is the cave of the Tibetan dragon five hundred years ago. There are more than 300 ancient gods of different sizes buried in it. Among them, there are 17 ancient gods in the five realms. They were all powerful for a while before they were in different places." As he said this, he drew out his simple sword and pointed it at Ning Changchang's place. He continued: "the hero who once shot the sun with a divine bow, now lies on the keel and sleeps for a long time. It's a good story if it goes on." Ke asked the boat to remember and cut it with a sword.