Neifeng's sword trial meeting is also coming to an end.
Lerou knew that she had no hope of winning the championship. In order not to be embarrassed in the sword duel with Ning Xiaoling, she pretended to miss in the early sword test and lost the game.
She recalled her ambition to beat Ning Xiaoling two months ago, covered her face, and sighed in frustration.
At first, the voices questioning Ning Xiaoling became softer and softer. In the end, no one spoke in the room. They just watched in silence as the seemingly cute and cute girl defeated her opponent with vigorous and vigorous methods, and then politely said Bow and sheath your sword.
She was willing to fight with others more at first because she was waiting for her master to find her senior brother. However, Lu Married's delay in returning made her worry more and more serious. She was no longer interested in sword fighting and just wanted to be quick. This is over, and then I go to find my senior brother.
As a result, her sword seemed a little ruthless.
In those thunderous sword moves, most of the disciples could not make it past three moves before being defeated, and the fact that Ning Xiaoling had only been practicing at Jianfeng for four months kept hitting them. They could only think of Ning Xiaoling. In Linhe City, I consoled myself by almost dying in exchange for an opportunity.
Wealth and honor can be found in danger, but those who cultivate immortality should cherish their lives the most. Most people who are hopeful of becoming immortals are not willing to take risks that threaten life and death.
The final decisive battle is still between Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran.
Xu Weiran had seen Ning Xiaoling's previous swords. He weighed himself and felt depressed. He knew that he was no match for Ning Xiaoling. Although he had narrowly defeated her once before, he was proud of it, but how could he be reconciled to it?
How could this silly little girl stand in such a high position in such a short period of time
Xu Weiran aroused unknown anger in his heart. He looked at the silver sword on the high platform. He remembered that his master had left to find that insignificant outer disciple. He thought of every sword that Ning Xiaoling had used just now. In the end, With his eyes focused, he looked at the girl's cold, childlike face.
He looked dazed, as if he saw the shadow of his master in her.
But how old is she? Why do you have such a proud temperament
Xu Weiran is usually gentle and has a high level among his disciples, but he is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He is highly respected by everyone and is almost recognized as the number one person under Nan Cheng.
But after all, it was the intimacy when he was in a high position. The arrogance and competitiveness in his heart were finally aroused today.
He held the sword in his hand and suddenly felt that his sword could cut extremely fast today and break everything.
With a thought in his mind, he knew that this was a sign of breaking through.
As soon as Ya Zhucai spoke, Xu Weiran's figure moved eagerly.
He stepped forward with his sword in hand, jumped up deftly with a sound, and drew a wonderful arc with no flaws, dragging out an afterimage. Then he flexed his arm, and the long sword came back against his face, reflecting his cold face, both of which were the same color.
The disciples present were also shocked by his aura. They had never seen Xu Weiran like this before, and even Le Rou and Yun Ze, who had a good relationship with him, were shocked.
The momentum was gathered in the air for just a moment. Under the rolled-up sleeves, the muscles of Xu Weiran's arms tightened like silk. At that moment, it was like a poisonous snake that had been dormant in the weeds for a long time, and at a perfect opportunity, it showed its fangs like lightning. .
Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes the moment he jumped up.
She didn't think about how to win, but she was thinking about what her senior would do if it was her senior standing here at this moment.
Xu Weiran didn't have time to activate the sword lock. If Ning Xiaoling wanted to dodge this sword, she could dodge it without much effort.
If Xu Weiran's sword burning with the flames of jealousy failed, there would be no chance that he would make such a sharp sword move a second time.
But Ning Xiaoling did not hide, she chose to fight with Xu Weiran.
She had already been deprived of the opportunity by her opponent, and now it was too late to prepare her sword. Forcing the sword to fight would only increase the possibility of her losing.
But she doesn't care about winning or losing.
The bright light in the sky fell on her back, making her white skin melt, but soon, the snow-like color was taken away from its luster, and a cold white light lit up out of thin air, like An iron rope made of silver lay between the two people.
"Sword rope?" Yazhu let out a light sigh. The sword rope, like the sword lock, is a Taoist method for immobilizing other people's figures.
The long locks were like snakes, sliding across Ning Xiaoling's eyes. Her face was also very cold at the moment, and when reflected by the light of the sword, it was like two lonely ice edges facing each other on the eaves of the house in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
The moment the sword rope slipped by, the sword power that Xu Weiran had accumulated for a long time had reached its peak.
The two collided, and the sword energy collided together like two opposing waterfalls.
Yazhu's expression condensed, ready to take action at any time.
The sword lights of the two collided and merged, expanding into a huge sphere, swallowing the figures of the two people. Then the ball of light broke apart, and the sword lights broke into countless pieces, like scattered goose feathers, on the top of the peak. Floating leisurely.
The peak is high and the wind is cold, and the afternoon sun is also unspeakably cold.
When the sword light dissipated, Ning Xiaoling's features were extremely clear, and Xu Weiran stood quietly in front of her, with no visible injuries.
Ning Xiaoling said a word of concession, and then Xu Weiran knelt down on one knee, covering his chest and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
All the division commanders rushed forward to treat Xu Weiran's injuries.
Xu Weiran's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and most of the vigor in his heart had been worn away. When he spoke again, there was only a hint of unwillingness in his words: "You...why on earth?"
Ning Xiaoling gave a surprising answer:
"I am senior brother's junior sister."
After she said this, she seemed to have lost her soul. There was no joy on her face. Instead, she held her face and cried. The arrogance she had just now seemed to be just a poor disguise. At this moment, it all faded away, revealing her true self. Come with that soft heart.
Then the surroundings became quieter and quieter. No one came to persuade her or comfort her, it was just quiet.
This kind of silence made Ning Xiaoling feel that something was wrong.
She suddenly felt a hand pat her back.
She jumped up suddenly like a frightened rabbit, her tear-filled eyes reflected Ning Jiujiu's blurry white clothes.
She felt like she was dreaming, her pale lips parted slightly, and she said, "Senior... senior brother?"
Ning Jiujiu hummed.
Ning Xiaoling was relieved, threw herself into his arms, and cried in front of everyone.
Ning Jiujiu was a little confused. He originally thought that for missing his junior sister's sword test, she would blame him. But at this moment, he couldn't tell whether Ning Xiaoling was happy or sad. He just felt that she seemed to have grown up.
Ning Jiujiu saw the last sword and was very pleased. He patted Ning Xiaoling's back like a child to sleep and praised her softly, but Ning Xiaoling broke away from his arms again. , wiping the tears that could not be wiped clean, said quickly:
"By the way! Senior brother, where did you go just now? Master is still looking for you, go find her quickly, don't let her worry!"
Ning Jiujiu didn't know what he was looking for, he just felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
He responded: "Okay."
The two left quickly, leaving behind them the silver sword that symbolized honor, like a leaf beaten by autumn frost.
It was only then that several teachers and sharp-eyed disciples discovered that on Ning Changjiu's waist, the wooden plaque from the outer disciples had been removed and replaced with a jade plaque that could only be owned by the inner peak disciples.
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Lu Marian was tied with a rope on her back and an evil silver blade on her waist. Her slender waist was tightened. When the final sword fight between Ning Xiaoling and Xu Weiran came to an end, she had already signed the agreement to surrender to the Peak Master. The document slid along the stone wall into the peak and valley little by little.
This peak and valley is too deep. With her long-life sword control, she cannot climb to such a height in such a deep canyon, so she can only use ropes.
Lu Marion's beautiful back slipped into the darkness, the rolling black mist dragged her eyes down, and she melted into the dark pool like snow.
After a long time, the hidden peak gradually became quiet.
"None of you say anything, then let me cut the rope." An elder in gray robes stood up.
He was very short, with a tuft of red hair. He had never spoken before, and he was hidden in the crowd and no one noticed him.
"What are you talking about?!" Someone immediately asked in a cold voice.
The gray-robed elder was a little hunched over, but he had a master's demeanor behind his hands. He glanced at the man lightly and sneered, "What are you pretending to be? You urged Lu Marry to write the abdication document, and now you're pretending to be a good person. What? You don’t want to be the one who stands out?”
The other elders in retreat in Hidden Peak had different expressions.
Someone looked at the gray-robed old man and said, "The document clearly states that after the death of the Peak Master, Uncle Yan Zhou will take over as the Peak Master. When will it be your turn?"
The old man in gray robe said: "We all know in our hearts that Yan Zhou is about to die. After Yan Zhou dies, how can the position of Peak Master remain vacant for no reason?"
"I just don't understand why the Peak Master is so kind to his apprentice, so why should you force her to die?"
"What crime is there? Of course she is guilty!" said the old man in gray robe: "What did the sect master say before he left? He said that under the dragon-draping pillar is a forbidden area that cannot be entered under any circumstances. Even if she is the peak master, it is a crime to break in without permission. !”
"Then why didn't you say anything just now?"
"Didn't you tell me too?"
The gray-robed old man sighed lightly and said: "Since everyone has their own agenda, don't pretend to be upright. It's the fault of this girl for not having a good master. Her master owed us too much back then, so let her pay it back."
The grievances and grievances of the previous generation were once again brought to the forefront. Many people remained silent and acquiesced in settling those grievances at that time.
But someone still stood up. The man was dressed in green and looked like a young counselor. His face was a little pale and sickly. He stopped in front of the peak stone tied with iron ropes and said: "I don't agree. "
The old man in gray robe seemed to have expected it, and said: "You are the only person who has made good friends with that old thing. I didn't understand it at the beginning. You have repaid your kindness and have protected the peak for so many years. Why don't you want to return to the mountain guard?" Xiaofeng? The stubbornness in your bones will harm you sooner or later."
The man in green sighed and said: "The kindness of the old peak master will never be wiped out in a lifetime... What's more, Lu Marion is saving people. As the elders of the peak, we should block the knife in her back."
The old man in gray robe sneered: "Is she worth what you do? We don't have the same intention, but she still insists on going down to the peak. She has an exquisite body, but her thoughts are blocked by seven orifices. What qualifications does she have to be the peak master?"
"She is still young." The man in green sighed.
The old man in gray robe nodded slightly: "She is indeed young, but I don't want to wait any longer. If she were in the Purple Garden realm, I wouldn't have the slightest thought today, but what else can I rely on for a mere longevity? By the way, before You said you wanted to guard her against the knife in her back, have you... guarded yourself well?"
At the end of the words, a knife was pressed against the vest of the man in green. The man said nothing. After a long time, he sighed: "You also think what I did was wrong?"
The man holding the knife against him did not speak.
The man in green clothes was still unwilling to give up and asked: "Who promised you? Who can promise you?"
"Someone you would never think of." The man just said this dryly, then shut up completely, and just stubbornly pointed the knife at him.
The man in gray robe looked around and said, "Cut the rope."
"etc!"
Someone shouted loudly behind him.
A young man with disheveled hair ran out. He was carrying a broken sword, and his body exuded an unconcealed sword intent, as if his whole body was a sword.
He is Nan Cheng, dressed in the attire of a Neifeng disciple, and no one recognizes him.
"What do you want to do to my master?" Nan Cheng asked sternly. Not to mention that his sword was not yet mature, even if it was a great success, it would definitely not be able to make up for the lack of realm, but he still drew the sword resolutely.
The old man in gray robe glanced at him, nodded and said, "You are a good disciple taught by Lu Marion. You will have a formidable future. I will not kill you."
As he spoke, he pointed his finger, and an invisible wave hit Nan Cheng's chest, instantly dispelling the sword intent on his body, hitting a stone pillar, and pressing him firmly against the stone pillar.
With just one finger, he made the young disciples unable to fight anymore.
Just like when he fell into a state of decline after practicing his sword body, he felt despair again, but this time the despair was even darker. He wanted to watch his master be buried in the abyss by them.
"Stop..." he shouted weakly, unable to break free.
This was just a small episode, and the old man in gray robe didn't take it to heart. He turned around and asked again: "Is there anyone else who objects?"
Deathly silence.
The old man in gray robe did not say anything further, nor did he cut off the iron rope.
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
The tip of the sword protruded from his chest.
He lowered his head and looked for a while before he realized that a sword had penetrated his body.
He couldn't figure out who the owner of this sword was.
He just regrets that he didn't listen to the old peak master's humiliation and train his body better. This is the second time in his life that he has suffered a physical loss, and there will never be a third time.
The sword light moved and his body was violently smashed, blood and water splashed.
When the old man fell, people discovered that there was a young man in white standing behind him. The young man thrust his sword into the old man in gray robe in an extremely weird posture.
He took the sword back and flicked his wrist. All the blood on the sword bounced away like steel pillars, and the blade was as bright as new.
"I object," he said.
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(Thanks to book friend Ning Qinshui’s husband for the reward and support~Thank you for your encouragement to the author!)