Ning Jiujiu took the sword, walked through the magic circle, and walked towards the center of the venue.
No one noticed when he arrived, and no one knew who he was.
"Your courage is commendable." Fang Hege glanced at him and praised him sincerely, then asked, "Don't you know your name?"
Most of the genius disciples among the four peaks have great reputations. Even if they have not fought against each other, they have all heard of each other. If Fang Hege asked this question, it would be considered an insult to other disciples who were less famous.
But it is true that no one in the other three peaks knows Ning Jiujiu. Even the teachers and seniors are only at the stage of "occasionally hearing" about this disciple.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him and found that the other man's white clothes were actually cleaner than his own.
Although it was caused by running around for days, this made him a little unhappy. He calmly replied: "Ning Jiujiu."
"Ning Changjiu..." Fang Hege thought for a moment and then thought of him: "Are you Ning Xiaoling's senior brother?"
Ning Jiujiu was slightly surprised, thinking that Xiaoling was now a minor celebrity. He nodded and said, "Exactly."
Fang Hege shook his head slightly and said, "Let your junior sister do it, you can't do it."
These words were a humiliation for Ning Jiujiu, but they were extremely affirmative for Ning Xiaoling. Some people among the four peaks regarded the rising star of Tianku Peak as another Lu Jianjian, and often compared her with other geniuses. Today Ning Xiaoling's sword draw also made many people look forward to it.
Lord Shouxiao Peak breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Marrying back to the peak. He looked at the young man who challenged his eldest disciple, and whispered to others: "I have heard of this person, but is it rumored that he is not an outer disciple? Isn’t it a violation of the rules to participate in the Four Summit Swordsmanship?”
"It is said that he has been transferred to the inner sect." The elder next to him replied: "But I guess he is just a person who is seeking fame and reputation, just to benefit from the glory of his junior sister."
"Ning Xiaoling..." Master Shouxiao Peak read the name: "Lu Marian was no more than this age when she participated in the Sijian Summit."
"Do you think it's possible for her to be compared to Marry?"
"You have to watch her draw a sword to know."
"Then Ning Jiujiu..."
"Maybe it's just a chess piece. Let's explore Hege's strategy so that Ning Xiaoling can be mentally prepared."
"What the Peak Master said makes sense."
The disciples of Tianku Peak were very happy for Ning Jiujiu's arrival, but this happiness stemmed from their master's safe return. Regarding the matter of challenging Fang Hege, most people still judged Ning Jiujiu to be ignorant of the heights of the world.
Lerou stared at the white clothes, past conjectures swirling in her mind, and the cynicism of others around her buzzing in her mind. She suddenly felt a heat in her heart, and she actually felt that Ning Jiujiu could win.
She turned around and looked through many contemptuous eyes to the back of the crowd, where the pretty Ning Xiaoling in a white dress was standing beside her master.
Ning Xiaoling had a smile on her face that looked like cherry blossoms blown by the spring breeze, while the master beside her looked like a wall of unmelted ice and snow beside the cherry blossoms.
She suddenly felt that she had gained a secret, a secret that only she and Ning Xiaoling knew.
Everyone thought that Ning Jiujiu would lose, but they knew that he could win.
This thought gave Lerou an unspeakable feeling. She even wanted to shout out and tell others this secret, and then listen to their cynicism and see their stunned expressions afterwards.
She clenched her fists on her chest, suppressing the secret deep in her heart. She stared at the back and breathed heavier. She told herself that if Ning Jiujiu really won, then the master would definitely know his true face. I will definitely be careful about him!
Of course, it's possible that I misjudged him...
Ning stood quietly for a long time, as if he didn't hear Fang Hege's sarcasm, and just waited for the teacher to announce the start.
Nan Cheng also looked at him steadily. Before returning to Tianku Peak, he suddenly clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "This man's swordsmanship is not simple, seniors must be careful."
Ning Jiujiu hummed.
senior
These words made many people who heard it extremely puzzled, thinking that Nan Cheng's brain was damaged
As they whispered to each other, the sword fight finally began.
Although Fang Hege didn't really regard him as an opponent, he didn't underestimate him either. He looked seriously and started to raise his sword.
The swordsmanship of Shouxiao Peak is very different from the elegance of Tianku Peak and the elegance of Xuanri Peak. What Shouxiao Peak emphasizes is majesty, like a man sitting alone on the sky clouds with a horizontal sword, guarding the sky. The movement of the sword will turn the world upside down. stir.
The moment Fang Hege's sword energy emerged, even the disciples who were far apart felt suffocated under the distant pressure. Many people imagined the scene of facing this sword in person, and the sword's heart felt like the wind. The candle flame kept flickering.
A dozen division commanders standing in all directions are ready to draw swords to rescue them at any time.
Ning waited quietly for a long time for Fang Hege to raise his sword. His sword was of the same origin as Tianku Peak's swordsmanship, but the actual execution was the difference between fine brushwork and splash ink in the painting.
There were even many female disciples who felt that Ning Changjiu was pretty good-looking and couldn't bear it and didn't want to watch the next scene.
Fang and the singer fell together with the sword.
Above the sword edge, several rays of sword energy suddenly emerged from the water like white dragons. Several rays of sword energy seemed to be shocking. After condensing in an instant, they spun towards Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu's lips moved slightly, as if he said something.
Those present could not hear this sentence, but Fang Hege heard it.
What Ning Changjiu said was: "It's too slow."
He thought he heard wrongly.
The white dragon hit the ground, like a wave rolling up snow, drowning Ning Jiujiu's figure. At the same time, Fang Hege slashed at the center of the vast sword energy again, and the snow-white sword energy exploded in a puff, drowning their figures.
That scene seemed short and long at the same time.
The sound of swords clashing sounded at a very high frequency in the sword energy, as fast as a single sound.
The sword light dissipated like the spring breeze blowing away the fog on the cliff.
The two figures were revealed.
They stood back to back, not far apart, and neither of them showed any outward signs of injury.
But there was no sword in Fang Hege's hand, and Ning Changjiu held one in each hand.
Ning took a long look at the sword he had snatched in his hand, thinking that the sword of the great disciple of Shouxiao Peak was indeed better forged.
He threw the sword to Zhang Hege: "Go on."
Zhang Hege never recovered from the humiliation of having the sword taken away with his bare hands. He stood still and watched the sword fall to the ground.
Clang.
Today's sword field is extremely silent, you can hear a needle drop, let alone a sword.
Everyone fell into shocked silence.
Only a few teachers with advanced cultivation could see clearly what happened in the sword energy.
Ning Jiujiu's sword draw was very simple, he just hit the opponent's sword with his own sword. He hit Zhang Hege countless times in one breath, and directly shocked Zhang Hege to the point of paralysis. Then he reached out to grab the hilt of his sword, and flicked the sword. Grabbed it.
Although Nan Cheng knew that the senior would definitely win, he did not expect it to be so easy. However, he did not quite understand what a master like the senior was doing pretending to be a disciple. Then he thought about the scene when his master took him away alone that day, and felt that he seemed to understand something.
What the seniors planned... is very big.
Lu Marian had no mood swings, while Ning Xiaoling smiled brightly. She shouted a few times, which seemed extremely out of place in the silent sword field.
Then, many disciples from Tianku Peak also cheered his name.
Le Rou looked back, speechless. She hesitated about how she should express her emotions, but she was really embarrassed to be happy with them. But if she kept a cold face, it would appear that she was jealous of him, but it was clearly her. She was the first to discover his clumsy secret...
She was extremely confused.
But luckily, no one noticed her.
Everyone turned their attention to Ning Changjiu.
"What kind of sword does he use?"
"I didn't see clearly, it seemed like it was just a few cuts?"
"Is Tianku Peak's swordsmanship so simple and unpretentious?"
"What do you know! This is called simplicity."
"I don't think so. Maybe Zhang Hege is just trying to gain fame."
…
"Why?" Zhang Hege stared at the sword that fell on the ground, hesitating whether to bend down to pick it up.
He didn't want to bend his waist again in public.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I said, your sword is too slow."
Zhang Hege didn't understand: "I am already the fastest swordsman of our generation."
Ning Jiujiu thought to himself that it meant that other people's swords were slower. Do you need to explain such a simple truth to yourself again? Why are you stupider than Xiaoling
At this moment, Ning Xiaoling was still dancing and giggling, unaware of her senior brother's slander.
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to explain anything, but he thought that Tianku Peak had been suppressed by other peaks for so many years, so it was time for him to gain some limelight for Lu Jiaojian, so he put away his sword, folded his sleeves with both hands, and looked like an expert from outside the world. With a look on his face, he said coldly: "Your Taoist intention is blocked, how can you draw the sword faster?"
A simple sentence, an empty truth, Ning Jiujiu himself was not sure what he was talking about, but after Zhang Hege heard it, he thought of many things in the past, and it was as if he was enlightened, and his sword suddenly became clear.
The Lord of Shouxiao Peak frowned and said in a low voice: "Wage actually broke the knot that had been in my heart for many years."
"What?" Another uncle who recovered from the shock asked in surprise: "Could this be Waka's opportunity?"
"After so many years, it's time to lose a sword. It's not a bad thing for him. If we meet him next time, this young man may not be his opponent."
"What the Peak Master said is absolutely true, but I don't know when the next time they will meet and fight."
Zhang Hege couldn't hear what they said, but his behavior seemed to make up for the teacher's regret. He turned around, looked at Ning Jiujiu, and said seriously: "I lost this game, but I can ask you for another sword blow." ?"
Ning Jiujiu noticed the change in his body's sword intent and was a little surprised, but did not refuse. He nodded and said, "Okay."
Zhang Hege did not use his spiritual power, but leaned down and picked up the sword.
This time, there is no sword energy as vast as the sea of clouds. The impurities in the sword intention are also washed away like lead, and it is extremely pure. His sword is still unpleasant, but people can't find any flaws, as if there is no other way to force his sword with a weapon. Jianfeng, there is no other solution.
Ning Jiujiu's expression finally became more serious, and when Zhang Hege raised his hand, he also drew his sword.
The invisible collision of sword intentions between the two people actually caused little bits of sword fire. Those sword fires were like fireworks exploding between the two people, which was very gorgeous.
Swords intersect and stir with each other.
The ear-piercing sound was like a sonic boom, and the long hair of both of them flew back.
The swords missed each other.
The sword fire was quickly exhausted and fireworks appeared.
Their sword duel still ended quickly.
Ning Jiujiu caught the edge of his sword with his left hand, while the sword in his right hand was pressed against the opponent's Adam's apple. When Zhang Hege reached out to grab it, Ning Jiujiu had already stopped the sword, and he grabbed his hand full of blood.
Zhang Hege's expression flickered, and his heart almost collapsed. He looked at Ning Changjiu and said, "Why is this?"
Ning Jiujiu was too lazy to explain too much and just said: "Because I am better than you."
He retracted his sword and walked towards Tianku Peak.
"Wait." Suddenly someone called him.
It was a middle-aged man in black, and he said: "The four sword summits are not over yet."
Only then did Ning Jiujiu remember that he still had to face many enemies. He turned around and asked, "Who else is there?"
No one answered.
After a long time, a disciple who did not believe in evil walked out. He was a disciple from Huiyang Peak. He felt that Shouxiao Peak's sword might be naturally restrained by the opponent, and since his swordsmanship was different, he might have a chance.
But he and Ning Changchun only made one move, and the sword in their hands was gone, and they grabbed the blade empty-handed.
Then a little girl came and said she wanted to compete with Ning Jiujiu. Ning Jiujiu had always been soft-hearted towards her little sister, so he pretended to be evenly matched and fought with her a few times.
But the little girl finally mustered up the courage to challenge. She originally wanted to learn some moves that would be used throughout her life, but she never expected to be treated differently. She felt even more ashamed than if she had her sword taken away with one move. She actually cried in anger and turned away. .
After returning to the peak, another elegant and quiet female teacher rubbed her head and comforted him.
The female teacher was accompanied by a man.
No one noticed that Lu Yuanbai looked so lonely when he stared at the woman.
Ning stood there for a long time and waited for a while. He actually didn't like the feeling of hundreds of people staring at him. He just wanted to take the Magic Snow Lotus and leave. It was what Zhao Xiang'er needed.
"Where did you learn swordsmanship?" Xue Xunxue was full of questions.
Ning Jiujiu said perfunctorily: "The tutor taught me well."
The disciple of Tianku Peak thought to himself, why are you pretending, I have never seen you listen to the class well!
Ning Xiaoling thought to herself, senior brother really often spends time alone with his master...
Lu Marry felt a little guilty about this sentence. After all, he was the one teaching her things every night.
She couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart, but her face was still colorless, and the figure in the snow-capped spring breeze was even colder and arrogant.
Xue Xunxue never thought that Lu Marian was better than herself, and Ning Jiujiu's words clearly sounded to her as a deliberate attempt to belittle herself.
She felt a secret fire in her heart, and glanced at the disciples around her, silently wondering if there was any one who could be sent out to kill his majesty, but looking around, she suddenly felt that all she could see were elm lumps with their heads lowered.
No one has come forward to challenge.
All the disciples at Tianku Peak were very happy. They had never thought that this ordinary Ning Changjiu could be so powerful, and they couldn't help but feel guilty for the criticism they had made against him in the past.
But a few disciples couldn't be happy no matter what.
Yun Ze said in a low voice: "You clearly have realm, but you keep pretending. The inner disciple only got his belt two months ago. He is clearly playing tricks on us!"
Xu Weiran accepted his fate and said: "It's not a joke. After all, he has never told us about his realm. We should have thought of it on the day the Sword Star was lit up..."
Le Rou smoothed her skirt. When she thought about the past when she couldn't play well and was beaten by her master, she felt that she could never forgive him.
"Is there anyone else?" Ning waited for a while and couldn't help but ask.
"have."
Finally someone answered.
That answer didn't come from between the four peaks, but from far away in the sky.
The peach curtain shook uneasily.
"Who dares to trespass into Tianzong!" Lord Shouxiao Peak was furious.
The other three peak masters also stood up and formed a mountain-protecting formation.
"Jing Yangxia, your current state is indeed passable, but you are too far away from the real person Hanchi. Why do you want to stop me?"
Jing Yangxia is the name of the Lord of Shouxiao Peak, and few people know it.
The peach curtain that is higher than the mountain peak is like an ordinary curtain blown by the strong wind, shaking and uneasy. In the tightly closed center, a gap begins to appear in the peach curtain.
Among the four peaks, several swords came out and slashed at the trespasser.
With a bang, purple energy came from the east, countless swords gathered into a hurricane, and the curtain suddenly opened. Several figures came with the hurricane of swords in the air, and they arrived outside Tianzong in an instant.
The peak defense formations of the four peaks were opened together, and the sword intent in the sky cut Liuyun into pieces.
The intruders were led by an old man in purple robes, followed by two people and several others in purple robes.
Jing Yangxia, the leader of Shouxiao Peak, stared at the old man at the head and said in a cold voice: "Shiwu..."
The master of Zitian Dao Sect, Shi Wu, came to Yujian Tianzong in person.
"Your Zitian Taoist sect is considered orthodox. Are you going to do this kind of thing where ascetics kill each other?" Jing Yangxia had already stood up with the Bixiao Sword.
Shiwu looked at him and smiled: "Why, you dare to use your sword against me?"
Jing Yangxia said: "When Master Hanchi was in Huanpu Mountain, why didn't you come to make noise?"
Shi Wu smiled freely and said: "You want to say that the old way is bullying others? Haha, you Yujian Tianzong acted unkindly first. Today I am just here to seek justice."
Jing Yangxia said: "Why bother to accuse someone? You don't have to find any high-sounding reasons."
Shi Wu looked around, his smile faded, his expression was cold, and he said: "Hand over the Heavenly Soul Lamp, I don't want to be your enemy."
"Tianhun Lamp?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid. A few months ago, the Heavenly Soul Lamp was stolen. We looked for clues and finally identified Yujian Tianzong. Qiyi sneaked into Guofeng. He found the Tianhun Lamp's hiding place, but you silenced him. It's over." Shi Wuwang looked in the direction of Tianku Peak and said: "The death of Qiyi is a shame for our Taoist sect, but if you are willing to hand over the Heavenly Soul Lamp directly, I can forget about it and not fight."
Shiwu's words were light and gentle, and when they passed by the mountain guarding formation, they were like the wind blowing through the gauze curtain, causing the four-peak formation to sway.
The rest of the people looked in the direction of Tianku Peak.
Lu Marion walked out with her sword drawn and said: "I don't know what the Heavenly Soul Lantern is, but outsiders trespass on my peak and even want to attack me. It's not an exaggeration for me to kill them with my sword."
Only then did the other disciples at Tianku Peak find out about Lu Jiaojie's assassination that day, and they felt extremely angry.
Behind Shi Wu, an inconspicuous person suddenly raised his head, his cold eyes looked through the mountain guard formation at the man in white: "Did you kill Jiu Umbrella?"
Lu Marry said coldly: "I made a declaration of war, but let others die. The famous Shi Shiyi seems to be nothing more than that."
But Shishiyi laughed. His laughter was like the friction of pebbles, which made people extremely uncomfortable: "Don't let me down."
Lu Marry was not afraid of this mysterious Taoist master at all. She said: "Today's sword-fighting on the four sides is a major event for our Tianzong. What is your intention of trespassing at this time?"
Shi Wu smiled slightly and replied: "A hundred years ago, the Taoist sect and the Sword Sect had good relations. When the four swords were at each other's summit, my disciples often came to spar with each other. Now that the Sect's power is getting stronger and stronger, it is because they dislike our disciples for being too weak. Do you take us seriously?"
Jing Yangxia was silent. A hundred years ago, the Four Summit Swordsmen often invited people from the Zitian Dao Sect to discuss Taoism together. However, later on, the two sects became more and more different, and there was little contact between them.
Then Shi Wuxiang turned to the only young man standing in the sword field and said, "Is this your eldest disciple? It seems to be called... Fang Hege? He really has a good temperament."
Jing Yangxia's expression became even darker.
He knew that he was definitely no match for Shi Wu, but now that within the Yujian Tianzong, with the support of the Four Peaks Formation, he believed that even if Shi Wu was strong enough to attack, he would still have a chance to kill him directly with his sword.
But today Shiwu is so determined to win...
Jingyang Xia was faintly worried. Could there be a dark ghost hidden among the four peaks
Ning Jiujiu was not surprised by the arrival of the Zitian Taoist Sect. He directly followed Shi Wu's words and asked: "You also have disciples who want to compete in sword competition?"
"This young man is still smart." Shiwu smiled and nodded: "Do you dare to fight?"
While he was talking, a boy who looked younger than Ning Changjiu walked out from behind him.
The young man was dressed in black, and his eyebrows were also very dark, but extremely delicate. His cheeks were as white as death, but his pupils were of a different color, like red sand soaked by the tide.
"Master." He saluted Shiwu.
Jing Yangxia sneered and said: "You just want to find a reason to trick us into opening the protective formation. With such clumsy methods, you still pretend to be the peak master."
Shi Wu shook his head and smiled and said: "This is my new closed disciple. Just send him in when the time comes. We are willing to retreat to the edge of the peach curtain and will never interfere."
"Who knows whether he is a disciple or a master of rejuvenating children." Xue Xunxue said angrily: "Don't treat us as fools."
The smile on Shi Wu's face was like a flag hanging high forever: "With Peak Master Xue's discerning eyes, couldn't he be able to judge even these things?"
Xue Xunxue looked gloomy.
Jing Yangxia stared at the disciple for a while and found nothing unusual. He was just a young man with excellent talents.
Shi Wudao: "His name is Ba Yin, and he is only fourteen this year. We should not suffer a loss in a battle with your eldest disciple. If he loses, we will withdraw from Tianzong. If he wins, you will hand over the Heavenly Soul Lantern." But, how?"
Lu Jianjiao said: "I said that Tianku Peak is basically..."
Shiwu interrupted: "It's not up to you to decide whether it's there or not. I have to search for it myself."
Lu Marion and the other peak masters looked at each other. They knew each other tacitly, and were ready to sacrifice the mountain-protecting sword at any time to force Shi Wu out of the peak.
But Lu Marry knows better than the other three that Zitian Dao Sect must now rely on them greatly.
But it has been more than 300 years since the Tianzong peak was established, how can we give in
"Let him in."
It was Ning Changjiu who spoke.
His words were inappropriate. No matter how talented he was, what happened now was not something a disciple could control.
Shi Wu said with a smile: "Are you peak masters not as magnanimous as one of your disciples?"
Jing Yangxia ignored Ning Jiujiu's words and said to the other peak masters: "There must be no gaps in the mountain protection formation."
The disciple named Ba Yin seemed to be a little impatient. He wrinkled his pale face and said in a childish voice: "Master, since they won't let me in, then I can go in by myself."
This statement is somewhat contradictory.
But Shi Wu had a hearty smile on his face.
Yayin's body floated gently, and under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, he passed through the mountain protection formation of the four peaks as if nothing, and came to the venue lightly.
This was something that no one could do, but this child accomplished it easily.
He stood in front of Ning Changjiu, as if he was really just here to compete.
Until this moment, Ning Jiujiu finally confirmed his identity and sighed softly: "Nine Infants."
Space is one of the fragmentary powers he controls.
The young man dressed in black frowned slightly toward the middle, like a child who had been deprived of his favorite toy.
He was just born today, and he originally wanted to pretend to be an ordinary person and play for a while, but he never expected to be recognized directly by this person, which made him extremely angry.
He got angry childishly: "How dare you mortals call me by my first name?"
This sentence looked a little ridiculous when paired with his face.
But the next moment, the sky and the earth were clear.
All the cold mist condensed into huge swords. Those swords were like boats flying across the sky, and the bows of the boats were all aimed at Ning Changjiu.