In the days that followed, Ning Changjiu's life became somewhat the same.
In the daily morning class, after he accompanied Ning Xiaoling in reciting the Sword Sutra, Lu Marian would explain some sword principles in class, and these sword principles would basically be overturned by Ning Jiujiu himself that night, and then re-explained to Lu Marry a lesson.
Therefore, many times, the sword theory that Lu Marion talked about was what she had the most doubts about. She took this opportunity to explain it to Ning Jiujiu, and then listened to his opinions at night.
In a sense, it was Ning Changjiu who was educating Lu Jiaojiao with his profound knowledge from two lifetimes of cultivation. However, the two of them did not break through this layer of window paper, and they still regarded each other as master and disciple.
Lu Yuai originally thought that she would get used to it after refining for a long time, but she found that her senses were getting clearer and clearer. The light of the Golden Crow was not tempered by thousands of times, but turned into spring breeze. It was just that when the spring breeze passed by, in the warm light, the spring rain was all gone. It seemed to have evaporated completely and turned into two hazy mist in the eyes.
Ning Xiaoling has been practicing harder and harder these days. She is not sure whether her senior brother will participate in the sword test, but no matter what, she wants to show him the results of her practice.
So she often stood alone on the edge of the cliff, driving her sword through the early spring sunshine and flowing clouds, cutting the clouds in the sky into neat and orderly strands.
The last sword will always return to the front of the body smoothly, and Qingyue Jianming also seems to praise himself.
She was sure that she would not lose to anyone in the inner peak, but she didn't know if Nan Cheng, the legendary disciple who was in retreat, would come on this day.
And Lerou watched Ning Xiaoling's sword getting faster and faster, and her original competitive spirit gradually faded away. She felt that her fate was really unfair. If she gave her the innate spirit, she would definitely be able to go further than her. Somewhere high.
In short, she had no expectations for the sword trial meeting. She was just planning on provoking Ning for a long time in the sword trial meeting and taking the opportunity to let him show his true state.
Several famous male disciples in the peak are also secretly competing with each other. Each of them is dissatisfied with the other. Either they feel that the other's sword technique is not agile but lacks strength, or they feel that the other's sword technique is powerful but clumsy. In short, they are complimenting each other with words, but there is not a lot of comparison in their hearts.
Finally, in the busy and peaceful days of Tianku Peak, spring has arrived.
The snowy cherry blossoms on the mountain are full of spiritual energy and bloom brilliantly in spring. Every time the breeze passes through the flowering trees, many petals shake off, like a fragrant snow.
The sword trial meeting in early spring is in the afternoon.
All the disciples draw lots to determine their opponents. After the first round, the winner and the loser are each divided into one group. The final winners of the two groups will have a duel. The winner will win the championship and receive a sword forged from silver. The master of the peak will personally give you guidance on swordsmanship, and in three months' time, the top winner of the four-year sword summit will be directly recommended.
The sword field has been cleaned today. All the inner peak disciples gathered around the sword field at noon. Some of them meditated, some recited sword tactics, and some practiced the movements of unsheathing swords. , some have already conceived an imaginary enemy and practiced sparring in a decent manner.
Ning Xiaoling made an appointment with her senior brother this morning, asking him to come and see her regardless of whether he participated or not.
Ning Xiaoling put on clothes that were easy to move around, and her neatly tied up hair looked heroic. She held her sword and looked around, looking for the trace of her senior brother. She secretly complained in her heart, thinking about waiting for the senior brother to come later. You must scold him severely.
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In the Hidden Peak, Ning Jiujiu calculated that time was almost up. He breathed out the last breath of spiritual energy, stood up, shook up his clothes, and prepared to leave.
Although he was not interested in the sword trial meeting, he was very concerned about how far his junior sister had cultivated these days.
Since Nan Cheng didn't leave seclusion, the junior sister would definitely win the final victory. He thought about the proud face of the junior sister, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
And when he was about to draw the small flying formation in reverse and leave, he suddenly remembered the sound of knocking in his ears.
The sound was very soft, but he was keenly caught by his ears. Feeling a hint of vigilance, he turned around and looked at the iron-green smooth wall behind him - the sound was transmitted along the wall.
The spiritual energy floating around Ning Jiujiu slowly dissipated. His hand touched the wall, feeling the vibration on his fingertips, and his brows gradually furrowed.
Hidden Peak is a huge space in which caves are dotted with complex structures. The cave that Ning Jiujiu chose is close to the cliff, and the sound coming from the opposite side of the wall at this moment is clearly telling him that the cave is Head, on the side of the cliff, someone is holding something and knocking on the wall.
But what a coincidence, this wall is facing his cave.
Ning Jiujiu hadn't figured out the reason for all this, but the slight vibration made him feel vaguely uneasy. Before he could decide whether to advance or retreat, he saw that spider webs had emerged on the smooth mirror-like wall. like cracks.
Ning Jiujiu pulled out the dagger he carried with him and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the source of the sound.
Although the uneasiness in his heart still lingered, his spirit had calmed down. He stared ahead with great concentration, without considering whether it was an enemy or a friend on the other side. The moment the wall shattered, he handed over his sword.
There was a hole in the wall tiles, and a ray of light came in, and then it was the same color as the brighter sword light, and it stabbed back without making any sound, but incredibly quickly.
Click.
The wall collapsed instantly, and the sword light scattered into countless pieces.
On the opposite side of the wall, there was a muffled sound of pain and confusion. The voice sounded familiar, and Ning Jiujiu immediately knew who it was.
There was a crash, as if a curtain suddenly fell, and the faint light from outside came in. In the not-so-bright stone mansion, a pair of eyes looked at each other among the falling rocks.
Ning Jiujiu's eyes were calm and bright, but that man's eyes were as sharp as a wolf, with unconcealable hatred.
He is Yan Feng, the Yan Feng who should have been imprisoned in the cold prison.
Ning glanced at the structure behind it for a long time, and understood in an instant that behind the continuous caves of Hidden Peak was the location of Cold Prison! In a sense, the masters in seclusion in the Hidden Peak are also guarding the prisoners in the cold prison.
At this moment, Yan Feng's hair was disheveled, and he lacked any of the high-spiritedness he had seven days ago, replaced by the devouring hatred in his eyes.
At this moment, there was a sword stuck in his chest. The sword penetrated a small part, and then was clamped by Yan Feng's fingers. It could not make any further progress. However, his chest was still stained red, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.
Yan Feng also recognized the young man in front of him, and the hatred in his heart became even more intense, "Did Lu Marion ask you to come?"
Ning looked at the healed wounds and broken chains on his arms for a long time. He was equally puzzled and blurted out: "Why are you here?"
As soon as Ning Jiujiu asked this question, he suddenly understood.
Yan Zhou!
Although Yan Zhou himself was imprisoned in the book pavilion, with his prestige in the peak, it shouldn't be difficult to ask a close friend to secretly help Yan Feng unlock his shackles and then point out an escape route for him.
Yan Feng was his only younger brother, and the last trace of family ties overcame the sect's rules.
Ning figured it all out for a long time, and then found that he was now in a dead end.
He also understood that Yan Zhou chose this route for him because there were no masters in retreat here, and Ning Jiujiu had never seen traces of people practicing in the nearby caves in these days. However, Yan Zhou did not expect that it was a coincidence. The backside of the cold prison he dug was the place where he, an outer disciple, practiced.
Even if Yan Feng is injured, he is still a master of longevity. How can he face the enemy
Yan Feng was also unsure whether the appearance of the young man in front of him was a coincidence or an arrangement by Lu Marion, and he was also extremely shocked by the sword that pierced his chest at this moment.
He knew that the realm of the young man in front of him was definitely not high, but this surprise sword attack directly broke through his defense and penetrated his body.
He was a little angry, and then attributed this injury to carelessness. He never thought that this young man had any possibility of defeating him. And just as he was Lu Jianjiao's apprentice, he should have difficulties when he tortured and killed him. The pleasure of words.
Yan Feng suddenly felt that this wonderful encounter was a gift given to him by fate.
The minds of the two of them were spinning very fast, and the flashes of their thoughts were like electric currents. Neither of them spoke, but they had a tacit understanding as if they had made an agreement.
Yan Feng pinched the tip of the sword, pressed hard with his fingers, and suddenly broke it off. The tremor of the broken sword was transmitted to Ning Changjiu's wrist. The young man's mouth was numb and he could hardly hold it steady. Yan Feng flicked the sword with his backhand, and the tip of the sword bounced back as a flying knife.
Ning Changjiu lost a section of his dagger and took half a step back. When the flying knife struck, he relied on his intuition to cross the sword. With a clang, the tip of the sword touched the sword body, and then suddenly bounced away. In an instant, Yan Feng's figure had smashed through the wall and rushed over.
Ning Changjiu stabilized his figure slightly, without any hesitation, aimed at his eyes and stabbed him with his sword.
Yan Feng did not dodge, because he knew that without the tip of the iron sword, how could it still have any lethality? Even if he stood there, with this young man's level, he wouldn't be able to cut his own skin.
But Yan Feng miscalculated. The moment his fists hit Ning Jiujiu's body, his eyelids also felt tearing pain. Something broke through his spiritual protection and cut directly. He cut his eyelids and thrust the sword into his pupil!
Although the sword was broken, Ning Jiujiu condensed his incredibly pure spiritual power into a short sword tip.
After hitting the target, Ning Jiujiu's figure was thrown backward by the sword and hit a naturally formed rock pillar. He was not at all happy about the success of the sneak attack. He smashed the rock pillar with his body. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he suddenly moved and ran away several times faster than before.
Yan Feng covered his eyes, and a strange look flashed across his face. He had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, but he was stabbed twice in succession by a teenage boy. Although in his eyes, the other party was just a person who must die, this kind of humiliation was deeply felt. It stung him deeply.
He no longer had anything to hide, and the power he had accumulated over the years in the longevity realm burst out instantly. He wanted to give back all the losses he had suffered to Lu Yuai to this young man.
Ning Chang's escape route was quickly blocked by a dark shadow.
In the blink of an eye, several blood beads shot out from the black shadow like steel arrows. After the blood beads, a pair of wrinkled hands came out as claws, and the vast spiritual power behind them was itself an impregnable defense. .
He wanted to kill the young man as quickly as possible, because he knew that it wouldn't be long before the other masters in Hidden Peak would be alerted, and unless Yan Zhou tried his best to protect him, there would be no chance of him escaping.
When Yan Zhou tried to let him out, he understood that the last blood relationship between the two was almost exhausted.
Instead of being grateful to his brother, he actually hated him.
Yan Zhou was clearly someone who could become the Peak Master, but he stuck to his own obsessions and watched helplessly as the Peak Master position was given to a junior... If not, how could he have endured such humiliation
Hatred is like strong wine poured on a fierce fire, and the murderous intent that bursts out turns into the most decisive sword energy.
He didn't have a sword in his hand, but the power that spurted out at that moment overshadowed all Ning Changjiu's sword moves.
He grabbed the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand with one hand, and turned his other hand into a claw to dig directly into his heart.
The sound of churning steel sounded.
The exchanges between masters are also extremely fast.
In a short period of time, Ning Jiujiu fired dozens of swords in a row, aiming at Yan Feng's terrifying sword moves, breaking them from the most vulnerable points, and Yan Feng's moves became faster and faster, regardless of whether he It is unimaginable that even though I have reached so many realms, I am still unable to win over a young man who has not been practicing Taoism for a long time!
And he knew that if he delayed for a few more breaths, he would definitely be noticed by others.
But he didn't want to just leave the peak with his sword. His hatred for the boy in white in front of him even exceeded the escape itself.
Although he knew that as long as he kept making moves like this, it would not be long before the young man could no longer hold on.
But time will not wait for him.
Yan Feng's sword draw speed suddenly slowed down.
A vast ancient sword energy emerged, hidden on his body, either in his clothes, in the ends of his hair, or in the slightly completely severed chains on his feet.
With that sword intention, the alarm in Ning Changjiu's heart suddenly sounded. He could feel that sword - it was the sword intention left by the master of Sword Star.
As Yan Feng's monastic career continued to improve, the sword intent that was just the icing on the cake for his cultivation at first has now turned into a sword that can kill the enemy.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know if he could dodge this sword, but his heart was extremely calm. He had not suffered any setbacks in the previous life, but in this life, he had walked on the edge of life and death countless times, and every time he was between life and death. The passage of time can give him a clearer understanding of the sword in his hand. That kind of understanding is not special, but it is something he has never had before.
Fear, nervousness, excitement, excitement... When all the emotions blended into eternal silence, the sword he drew was faster than he imagined.
The sword light suddenly lit up, and the sword intent penetrated the armor layer by layer. It came to Yan Feng's throat. A great fear flashed in Yan Fengjian's heart. He didn't see the sword clearly until he touched it on his neck. Only the shallow blood stains came to light.
If this young man's cultivation level were any higher, he would be killed directly by his sword!
The huge fear made Yan Feng extremely angry, and the knife-like sword intent struck first and then arrived, but with an unavoidable pressure, it struck Ning Jiujiu's chest in an instant.
Ning looked at the blood marks on Yan Feng's neck for a long time and felt a little regretful.
But regret is a useless emotion. He reacted as quickly as possible. The sword in his hand collided with the sword intention. Rudan's Qi sea suddenly vibrated. The moment the two touched, the surrounding stalactites almost They were all shaken down, like flying swords falling down like rain.
"Go to hell..." Yan Feng's pupils were red, and he no longer even cared whether he could escape.
Anger filled his chest, and he reached out angrily and held the sword intention. The other end of the sword intention was pressed against Ning Jiujiu's chest. The only thing separating Ning Jiujiu's flesh and blood was a thin sword body. .
The moment the huge impact was transmitted, people behind many doors in Hidden Peak also noticed the movement and slowly opened them.
But no one had time to stop this.
The leaden sword was like a real giant sword, pressing the edge of Ning's sword that was close to his chest for a long time, and violently knocked his body forward.
Yan Feng ran against him and laughed wildly. He wanted to throw this ignorant young man into the abyss. He wanted to make him feel the most twisted pain and despair, and let him live in endless fear. Shattered to pieces!
Ning Changjiu's sword was tightly pressed by the opponent, but he did not dare to let go. Once he let go, without the infusion of spiritual power, the already worn extremely thin sword body would be completely penetrated.
The wind roared past his ears as he retreated rapidly, and countless Taoist techniques and sword moves he had cultivated in two lifetimes passed through his mind, but none of them could allow him to cross the realm gap and reverse the outcome in a short period of time.
But I don't know why, the more life and death is at stake, the calmer he becomes. That kind of calmness is as if his heart is dying, which makes him feel scared.
He looked at Yan Feng's face, which was somewhat similar to Yan Zhou's, but his expression was completely different.
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. When he thought of Yan Zhou, he also thought of those extremely weird sword moves.
He had never learned those sword moves, but at this moment, those sword moves seemed to be alive in his own bones!
He didn't know why, but his intuition grasped a straw.
The body quickly retreated, and the abyss was not far away. In the Zi Mansion, the Golden Crow opened its wide beak and roared like a sea beast.
Golden light emerged in Ning Jiujiu's eyes.
Yan Feng didn't have time to judge what it was, and he didn't need to judge. He never believed that there was any way to change the gap in realm.
Then, the heartbreaking pain once again appeared in his stinging eyes - the pain was like a rough stone passing through the fragile pupils, crushing the already blurry flesh and blood into even more pieces.
And in the last corner of his vision, there was a bird with dark gold feathers.
"Xiantian..." Before he could finish his words, he lost his light, but the power in his hands did not relax at all. The monstrous anger transformed into the most terrifying power in his arms.
On the edge of the cliff, the dragon-wrapped pillar that penetrates the mountain peak is behind you.
The endless gray-black mist seemed to sense something, churning like boiling water.
Ning Changjiu's feet were halfway out of the cliff, but his mind was completely empty. Just like what he said to Lu Jiaojiao last night, "He is obsessed with everything and has no eyes on the universe." At this moment, he forgot everything, everything. In his consciousness, there are only his own sword and Yan Feng's sword.
He leaned back, and then he saw a glimmer of light. The glimmer of light was extremely dazzling in the darkness. He stretched out his sword-like fingers, like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, pressed it up, and sealed the light hole. Block.
Then all the light disappeared, and the dead darkness of the consciousness was like eternal death.
This is one of Yan Zhou's strange sword piles.
Only at this moment did Ning Jiujiu understand that no matter how full of flaws the sword pile was, as long as he killed the opponent before his sword could kill him, the enemy would have no chance to break through even if he had ten thousand flaws.
It turns out to be such a sword...such a confident, decisive, unruly and arrogant sword!
In front of him, a huge blood hole appeared in Yan Feng's throat. He would never understand until his death how Ning Jiujiu's sword energy broke through his defenses and penetrated his throat, and Yan Zhou would never know. , the sword moves he performed in his sleep would send his own brother to hell.
The moment the sword energy dissipated, the Golden Crow let out a violent neigh. It was also intoxicated by this indomitable determination.
But it's not over yet.
After all, Yan Feng is a great practitioner in the longevity realm. At the moment of his death, he made the final and only correct judgment in this decisive battle!
He blew his own body apart.
The violent current surged up in an instant, and the cliffs surrounding the abyss also shattered into pieces at that moment. Ning Changjiu's feet suddenly lost their point of strength. He stretched out his hand, but couldn't catch anything. He wanted to draw something Xiao Fei left the formation, but no spiritual energy light spots could light up around him.
Destiny is unpredictable, and the lingering lingering linger of death that was previously determined by the sword of death has come true for himself.
The Golden Crow turned into a point of light and broke through the darkness and chased his body. However, Ning Jiujiu exhausted all his strength and his mind went blank. He fell semi-consciously. The Golden Crow bit his body, but was unable to drag him up. One person A bird fell like this, and their figures were swallowed up by endless darkness in an instant.