There is no shadow of Liantian Town in the wasteland.
It seemed to be hidden in an invisible space. The walls of the transparent space were rippled, and from time to time someone walked out of it with a blank expression.
The death sickle-like sword energy swept across the heads of everyone like a flock of black crows, but was cut off by the white rainbow light in the sky and shattered into countless spots.
Lu Marry stood in front of Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling. It was obviously just an ordinary sword in her hand, but it was emitting an unreasonable fairy aura.
Twelve Qiu raised his head. On the side of his pale nose, his eyes under the hood were like blue blades. He stared at the sudden woman in front of him, guessing her identity: "But Xue Xunxue, the master of the Hanging Sun Peak, drove it personally." ?”
Lu Marry did not answer.
Her snow-white figure disappeared from the spot, the sound of the sword lingered, and the sword beside her turned into several rainbows, like flowing wind and snow, and they all slashed towards Twelve Autumn.
Twelve Qiu looked solemn, thinking that the master of Xuanri Peak was actually stronger than he thought.
He fluttered his star clothes, and opened his wide cuffs. The dark sleeves were all-encompassing, and the dark flowers inside them were bright and dim, like a dense cave, and everything he touched was included in them.
The sword energy like a swimming dragon hit the dark sleeves and became silent.
Between the wide sleeves of Twelve Autumn, the pale-skinned hands were as thin as skin and bones, but unspeakable power burst out from the skinny arms. The long and thin fingers were like five bone-cutting swords. It went straight to Lu Marian's heart.
At this moment, the sword in Lu Yuanhou's hand was entangled by Xingchen Guangxiu, unable to escape. This palm cut too fast, and it stands to reason that she could not react at all.
But almost at the same time, Twelve Qiu let out a miserable groan.
A ray of light lit up in his dark sleeves, and all the sword energy that had been included in the sleeves exploded together like fuses at this moment.
If it were just sword energy, it would certainly not be able to break through Twelve Qiu's broad sleeves, but what is incredible is that the stars in his sleeves also turned into sword energy and fought back towards him!
The true energy he released was actually assimilated into sword energy by the opponent.
Hiss!
The sharp and bright sword light was like a handful of exploding water. Every drop of water turned into a five-sharp blade, cutting countless rips on his broad and soft sleeves.
And that palm also stopped an inch in front of Lu Marian's chest.
Her body was like a sword, with every inch of her skin arousing sword energy at any time and at any time. The fingertips of her thin fingers were instantly turned to pieces by Lu Marion's close-fitting sword energy.
Twelve Qiu withdrew his hand and shook it gently. The flesh and blood on his fingertips dispersed, and his skin seemed to be reborn.
He performed a Taoist secret, and the broken and falling sleeves suddenly enlarged and turned into countless lavender clouds, wrapping around his body. The sword energy fell into the clouds and disappeared.
Twelve Qiu stared at this woman with excellent swordsmanship through the lavender clouds and said in a cold voice: "You are not Xue Xunxue!"
Lu Marry still didn’t answer.
Her sword body is almost complete, and the sword energy like snow mist surrounds her, like a layer of indestructible armor. Behind the snow armor, the woman's expression is so cold and beautiful that it is moving.
She is always ready to strike with the next sword.
Twelve Qiu no longer speculates on her identity. He is not sure whether he can defeat her with all his skills, but as long as they fight, it will be a long and drawn-out battle. On normal days, he will definitely not be able to help but take action. , fight to the death.
But he had more important things to do today.
Lu Yuanhui had the same idea as him. She also urgently needed to return to the sect, but she did not want to show any intention of retreat. Every ray of her sword intention seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms, causing the rocks under her feet to break and collapse.
The first to give in was Twelve Autumn.
"If we meet by chance one day, only one of you and I will survive." Twelve Qiu said calmly, and the clouds enveloped him and Zhang Chengyu, and disappeared on the cliff.
"Her sword body is somewhat familiar." Zhang Chengyu said suddenly.
"Huh? Sir, do you know about her?" Twelve Qiu was also curious about this Tianzong Sword Immortal. When did Tianzong produce another stunning woman from the Purple Garden Realm
Zhang Chengyu recalled: "Eight years ago, I saw a similar sword intent in another girl."
"Eight years ago..." Twelve Autumn vaguely knew that a big shot came to Nanzhou eight years ago.
He didn't ask further questions and took Zhang Chengyu directly to Zitian Dao Sect.
People in Liantian Town cannot see the panoramic view of what happened on the cliff.
They only knew that this beautiful woman in white clothes was sent by the gods to save their lives.
Lu Marian turned around and slashed her sword at the open space in the wasteland.
Without Zhang Qiyu in charge of Liantian Town, the Ghost Festival would be much weaker. That sword actually cut through the cover of Liantian Town, faintly revealing a sliver of scenery behind it.
Everyone turned around and looked around, vaguely seeing that the long street of Liantian Town had an obvious curvature, but the people inside it could not detect it.
The end of the lotus pond is connected to a long underground river like a scroll. The underground river leads to an endless tunnel under the river, looping back to the beginning of Liantian Town in a very long arc. There are countless murals on the tunnel.
But for some reason, people can't notice this at all when they're in it.
Some people tentatively returned to the town, while others hid outside and watched, hesitating whether to set foot in it.
Some people exclaimed because the fairy in white on the cliff disappeared in the blink of an eye after she drew the sword.
Disappearing with her was a pair of boys and girls in the crowd.
"Don't cause trouble for me!" Lu Marian glared at Ning for a long time, stretched out her finger and tapped his forehead.
Ning Xiaoling hid behind her senior brother, not daring to look at her master's fierce look.
Lu Marian looked over Ning Jiuchuan's shoulder, her expression softened a lot, and she asked with concern: "Xiao Ling, are you okay?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.
Ning Jiujiu was a little dissatisfied with Lu Marion's different treatment, thinking that women really do have two faces.
He smiled and said: "Congratulations, Master, on your mastery of the sword body. Master's ability to reach such a state today must be the result of hard training."
Lu Marian knew that he was insinuating her past behavior during body training, so she secretly made a note in her mind and said without changing her expression: "Master is not so powerful, how could he save his apprentice?"
Ning Xiaoling's eyes were full of excitement and admiration: "Well, Master is the most powerful."
Lu Marian pursed her lips and smiled. Seeing that the two of them were well, the ice and snow in her spiritual eyes finally melted away. She stretched out her hands to rub their heads and asked: "What on earth did you go through in there?" ?Who trapped you?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Do you still remember the three paintings in the sword hall?"
Lu Marion nodded and said, "Of course."
Ning Changjiu said: "The three-headed monster in the painting may still be alive now."
Lu Marian's expression changed: "Are you kidding me?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Jiu Ying is now at the Purple Heaven Dao Gate. It is said that one song is missing. That song is most likely the giant python in Liantian Town. Xiu Snake is currently missing, and the 猰貐..."
Ning Jiujiu paused for a moment and said: "The person who trapped us is a painter named Zhang Chengyu. Many of the paintings of the Yujian Tianzong are from his handwriting. Chengyu... It should mean the beast that has lost its animal nature. Qi.”
The more Lu Marion listened, the more she felt it was illusory, and asked: "If it is really an ancient monster, how can you survive?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I don't know what he is thinking. Maybe he has big intentions, maybe he really doesn't have the ability to kill us. In short... something big may happen in Nanzhou today."
"Nine Infants..." Lu Jiaoyue thought of its legend and still felt confused: "If the legend records are true, those monsters were monsters from three thousand years ago. How could they survive to this day?"
Ning Jiujiu explained: "Practitioners and demons above the Five Paths can survive for thousands of years, but most of them will be killed by more powerful beings..."
When Ning Jiujiu said this, a chill emerged in his heart.
He did not continue talking, but just said: "Let's go back to the sect first, and we will talk about the rest on the way."
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Yujian Tianzong.
Everything is as usual at Sifeng Sword. Shouxiao Peak, Xuanri Peak, Huiyang Peak, and Tianku Peak. The disciples of the Four Peaks each inherited the Immortal Sword and inherited their unique skills. They began sword competition at the Sword Meeting Field. Dozens of masters stood in all directions to prevent An accident occurred while practicing the sword.
But Tianku Peak, which was originally the least promising, brought the biggest surprise.
Tianku Peak's disciple Nan Cheng fought against the top disciples of the other three peaks and won them all, and there was no doubt about his victory.
"This disciple is not bad. It is very rare to be able to practice sword intent to this point. It's a pity that he was born in the wrong peak. If he could come to guard Xiaofeng, his status among this generation of disciples should be second only to Waka." An elder who guarded Xiaofeng. sighed.
Fang Hege is the most famous disciple of Shouxiao Peak among the four peaks generation.
"I don't think it's how powerful he is, but that the first disciple from the Three Peaks is relatively weak." Another person said leisurely: "Although this Nan Cheng's talent is good, we can't see the real talent in this scene. Let’s wait and see about the strength in the second round.”
"There is really no one at Tianku Peak, so we let Nan Cheng take the lead. Any disciples under Nan Cheng who come will probably be completely defeated."
People in the Four Peaks were talking a lot about Nan Cheng. Although they affirmed his strength, they were still not optimistic about Tianku Peak.
However, the morale of the Tianku Peak disciples was somewhat low, but it was lifted a lot because of Nan Cheng's successive victories.
Everyone felt that Senior Brother Nan Cheng was able to retreat in Hidden Peak for so long, and his reputation was not in vain. The sword energy in his body was so sharp that it had not been seen in many teachers, let alone a young man who was less than twenty years old
"It's a pity that Junior Sister Xiaoling is not here, and I don't know whether she is stronger or weaker than Senior Brother Nan Cheng."
"Of course, Senior Brother Nan Cheng is more powerful! Although Ning Xiaoling's talent is remarkable, the sword test in the early spring was nothing more than a fight in a nest. Senior Brother Nan Cheng had not yet come out of seclusion at that time."
"Well... Senior Sister, are you jealous of the younger Junior Sister?"
"No!"
In the isolated sword field in Nancheng, the light of the magic circle flowed glitteringly on the soles of his feet, just like the substance. At the bottom of the magic circle, the peaks were ten thousand feet high, and at a glance, the clouds were steaming, as if they were in the sky.
He adjusted his breath silently, waiting for his next opponent.
His sword body was more powerful than he imagined, but he was seriously injured today, and the loss of every ray of spiritual energy in his body was several times the load on him.
"Your name is Nan Cheng?" The next opponent floated over, holding a specially forged sword in his hand. The sword was very thick and heavy, but in his hand it felt as ethereal as picking clouds. feeling.
The man stared at Nan Cheng coldly, seeming to disdain the sword in his hand.
"The senior brother of Xuanri Peak! His name seems to be Lin Cai."
"What a weird name."
"It is said that he is an orphan picked up by the master of Xuanri Peak. He has taken good care of him for many years and taught him swordsmanship. He was originally supposed to be the finale of Xuanri Peak. Now he probably can't see the scenery of Tianku Peak, so he wants to come out in advance to suppress Nan Brother Cheng."
"Xuanri Peak... um, a woman's jealousy? Hey, I don't know if Senior Brother Nan Cheng can handle it."
"Disaster… "
Nan Cheng looked at the sword in his hand. The sword was so light, but it gave him a heavy sense of oppression. His sword seemed to be beyond the sword scriptures and could not be traced.
"Draw out your sword." Nan Cheng was wary, but not afraid.
A faint smile appeared on Lin Cai's face. His figure floated gently, fast and slowly, elusively. The sword in his hand was like a paper kite moving in the wind, slashing towards Nan Cheng.
The Master of Xuanri Peak looked at his sword and was very satisfied and smiled.
Only she knew Lin Cai's high swordsmanship and sword spirit best, and she trained Lin Cai as his successor.
Nan Cheng stood there, his sword eyes fixed on the trajectory of Lin Cai's sword.
Many people looked over.
Two swords intersected in the wind.
Lin Cai is like the pressing clouds, while Nan Cheng is like the stubborn rock.
The moment their swords intersected, it was like a glacier breaking through and cold water pouring down a waterfall. The two figures moved up and down, but the sword tips touched each other tacitly. Their sword energy surged and collided almost at the same time, and the swords The air leaked out and formed countless waves, spreading rapidly around like ripples.
The master of Xuanri Peak frowned slightly and said with great interest: "Are you competing for the purity of your sword energy? Haha, you are seeking your own death."
He originally thought that Nan Cheng would have some exquisite sword moves, but he didn't expect that he would use such a simple method.
Competing with Lin Cai in sword energy was equivalent to killing his only chance of winning.
Sure enough, Lin Cai's sword energy surged down like a river, suppressing Nan Cheng in an instant. Nan Cheng held the sword in both hands and held it up, struggling to hold on, his knees shaking slightly.
The disciples of Tianku Peak looked at him nervously. They had no confidence anymore. Although Senior Brother Nan Cheng was powerful, the eldest disciple of Xuanri Peak had a greater reputation, and he suppressed Nan Cheng with just one move. Come on, they are all people who know swords and understand that if one move is slow, everything will be controlled.
But Nan Cheng surprised everyone again.
Lin Cai's sword energy, which was like big clouds in the sky, suddenly turned gloomy, as if it turned into rain in the cold wind. And those rain-like sword energy was assimilated by Nan Cheng, and was refined into his sword energy in a very short period of time. .
The reversal of the offensive is completed within three breaths.
Lin Cai's sword intent was assimilated for the most part, as if in the army, all the generals and soldiers under him rebelled, and in the blink of an eye, they turned their spearheads towards the marshal in the middle.
Lin Cai didn't understand what was going on.
Nan Cheng's sword was already on fire and he stabbed towards Lin Cai.
The solid sword energy was like a multi-sided mirror, reflecting the sword fire into a glow like a furnace fire. The glow was so beautiful that it made Lin Cai's cheeks even redder.
That's the red color of shame.
Nan Cheng's sword was already pressed against his heart, and the fire on the sword gradually extinguished.
"Concession." Nan Cheng put away his sword and bowed, then turned and left.
Behind him was the sudden burst of loud shouts from Tianku Peak.
"Swords and spirits are of the same body?" Xue Xunxue, the master of Hanging Sun Peak, frowned and couldn't hide the shock in his sword eyes: "How is this possible? Could it be that two people of the same body of swords and spirits are going to emerge from Tianku Peak?"
"It's not like that." Xue Lin, the master of Huiyang Peak, shook his head and said, "I once saw Lu Married with a sword. The sword spirit should not look like this."
"Then what is this?"
"Could it be the acquired sword body?"
"The acquired sword body?"
Their argument was fruitless.
After a few sword blows, Nan Cheng defeated another person and stood alone in front of Tianku Peak, as if a man was guarding the gate.
Everyone could see his exhaustion, his bloodless face and his belly oozing with blood.
But his trump card of being able to use other people's swords for his own use made the challenger unable to think of a solution in a short period of time.
The older ones thought of the scene when Lu Jiaojian participated in the Four Summit Swordsmanship for the first time and won the first place.
At that time, Lu Marian was just a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.
Fast forward ten years.
When they were feeling emotional, a sword came out of Shouxiao Peak.
The sword energy dug into the ground, and tiny ripples appeared on the indestructible array.
"Fang Hege?" Nan Cheng felt his sword intent and confirmed his identity.
He is Fang Hege, the great disciple of Shouxiao Peak.
He looked at the injuries on Nan Cheng's body and said with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't come out with the sword earlier. Even if I defeat you now, my reputation may not be good."
Fang Hege paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "But I don't want to see you keep winning. In the history of the Four Peaks Swordsmanship, although there are many feats of one person fighting three peaks and twelve disciples in a row, in this generation, I will not let this happen. On other people.”
His words were calm and his tone was gentle. He was obviously provocative, but it gave people a feeling of spring breeze.
The Lord of Shouxiao Peak wanted to stop him and let him give his junior brothers and sisters more opportunities to practice swordsmanship, but after thinking about it he said nothing.
The youthful spirit is a sword that cannot be thwarted.
Nan Cheng could feel his realm.
If he had not been injured and was at the peak of his strength, he might still have a 30% chance.
But now that he draws his sword, he has nothing left.
He was a little happy. He was happy that neither his master nor his seniors would see his failure. He was also regretful that he could not get out of seclusion and become a blockbuster in the end.
He didn't like what this Shouxiao Peak disciple said.
In Nan Cheng's heart, a real master should be like his master and seniors, concise in speech and serious in speech.
But at this moment, he couldn't win against him, which made him extremely frustrated.
"Long time admiration." He exchanged courtesy with Fang Hege.
And Nan Cheng's successive victories also gave the disciples of Tianku Peak many illusions.
Didn't Lin Cai come here with the grace of a god before, but he returned in vain in the end
They chanted the name of Senior Brother Nan Cheng.
But their voices are getting lower and lower.
Fang Hege is worthy of being the great disciple of Shouxiao Peak. The sword intent around him seems to be both virtual and real, flowing erratically, giving Nan Cheng no chance to assimilate them.
Therefore, the sword competition between the two was simply a comparison of realm and sword moves.
Nan Cheng remained as solid as a rock and did not lose quickly.
A line of fire lit up between them, entangled and intersecting like lightning.
The sword energy is overflowing and gushing out uncontrollably.
The visible and invisible sword moves turned into interlaced light and shadow between them.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that after every blow, Nan Cheng's chance of winning decreases a little. After ten moves, Nan Cheng is already at an absolute disadvantage.
"Without the protection of the sword body, these are the only abilities?" Fang Hege raised his eyebrows slightly.
Nan Cheng said nothing and stood with his sword like a monument in front of him.
Fang Hege's sword energy was like a snow eagle swooping for food, like countless arrows, all aimed at the stubborn rock that refused to admit defeat.
Suddenly, a white light flashed.
Fang Hege paused slightly and crossed his arms to resist.
A pair of goat horns hit his chest.
The sheep was not big, but its strength was not inferior to that of a cultivator at the peak of the Immortal Realm. With a full blow, even if it was as strong as Fang Hege, the figure was knocked back several steps immediately.
"Innate spirit?" The surprise in Fang Hege's expression quickly turned into indifference.
The innate spirit is a thing that assists in spiritual practice, and is itself very fragile. If someone of a similar level is facing an enemy and uses his innate spirit to make a sneak attack, he usually only has one chance to hit.
Fang Hege was not injured by a single blow, and Nan Cheng's last chance of victory was of course wiped out.
Yazhu knew that the outcome was decided, so she closed her eyes and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
All the disciples fell into silence.
So that no one except the master of the three peaks noticed that the peach curtain opened at some point, and a sword light came to the back of the crowd at Tianku Peak.
Ning Jiujiu saw Nan Cheng's sword of defeat.
Lu Marry was a little surprised at how calm Yujian Tianzong was at the moment, but calm was always a good thing.
She looked at the seriously injured Nan Cheng and sighed, then glanced at Ning Changjiu and said, "You want to try?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I have no interest in fighting."
Ning Xiaoling did not go to the competition ground, but looked at the shining objects on the high platform and asked: "Master, master, what is that?"
Lu Marry explained: "Those are the rewards for the sword leaders of the Four Summits this time. They are Tianhe Si, Heavy Fire Box and Fantasy Snow Lotus. Each has its own magical function."
Ning Xiaoling nodded, thinking their names sounded pretty good.
Ning Changjiu's expression fluctuated slightly. He cast his eyes on the lotus with overlapping petals and asked, "Is this the Fantasy Snow Lotus?"
Lu Marry nodded angrily, wondering if Tianzong could still fake it
On the fighting field, Nan Cheng was finally defeated.
He lowered his head and looked at the tip of the sword that was against him, feeling powerless in his heart.
Fang Hege defeated a powerful enemy, but there was no joy on his face. His victory was just a matter of course.
He took back his sword, smiled politely, looked around, and asked, "Who is the next person who asks about the sword?"
There was silence all around.
They knew that Fang Hege could win until the end.
This is something everyone knew before the Four Peaks Sword began.
Nan Cheng brought surprises, but no unexpected results.
He held his sword and silently walked toward the back like a loser.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he lowered his head, a figure in white suddenly flashed across the corner of his eyes. His expression was shocked, and he immediately raised his head and looked back.
He found a familiar figure standing in front of him, spreading his hands.
Nan Cheng understood and quickly handed over the sword.
Ning Jiujiu took the sword, walked to Fang Hege, and said calmly: "I'll do it."