Nine babies…
The fog on the competition ground condensed into a big sword, but this name was like an even bigger fog, covering everyone in front of them.
The young man in black has his feet slightly raised, with a thin line between his toes and the ground. His black robe is like a very dark cloud, unsteady. The smile on his pale face is very shallow, but it seems to be buried deep under the soil. millennium.
Even a master at the peak of the Purple Court Realm could not break through the mountain-protecting formation on the four peaks in a short period of time, but in his eyes, it was just a barrier in name only.
"Nine Infants..." Jing Yangxia stared at the young man with a shocked look on his face: "How is it possible? You have resurrected an ancient ferocious beast?"
Jiuying crossed his arms in front of him and said coldly: "I am not a ferocious beast, I am a god."
The four peak masters stared at this young man together, Bixiao, Dongyang, Wenyun, and Minglan. The four fairy swords resonated, as if they would merge into one at any time to form a sword to protect the mountain and suppress evil spirits.
Jiuying's black robe moved automatically without wind, and wisps of pitch-black clouds spit out from his sleeves, lingering around his side, condensing into various strange shapes.
He looked at the young man in front of him and said, "Your name is... Fang Hege?"
Ning Jiujiu's expression remained cold and he said, "Ning Jiujiu."
Jiu Ying was slightly surprised. He remembered what Shi Wu said to him on the road and frowned. He quickly understood the reason for the matter and said regretfully: "You have been hiding for so long and defeated the most powerful disciple in one fell swoop. You should be proud. Yes, it’s a pity that your life is really bad.”
Just as Jiuying finished speaking, he heard Shiwu's questioning voice: "So you are Ning Changjiu. You are indeed quite capable of escaping from Liantian Town."
Ning ignored Shi Wu for a long time. He stared at the ferocious beast in front of him in the skin of a young man. Looking at his pale but tender skin like a newborn baby, he said, "Why don't you go find your head?"
Jiuying subconsciously touched his head and said with a stern look, "How do you know?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "You are indeed not the real Jiuying."
The young man in black suddenly looked extremely cold.
Their conversation was incomprehensible to the people of Yujian Tianzong, but Shiwu's expression was extremely cold.
"Zhang Chengyu doesn't deceive me. You really have a big secret hidden in you." Shiwu's eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to cut open Ning Jiujiu's body and dig out the secrets inside.
Ning looked at the swords surrounding him for a long time and said, "Are you here for a sword competition?"
The young man in black was a little surprised: "Do you still have the courage to draw your sword?"
Ning Jiujiu said seriously: "You are not at a high level, I can give it a try."
The boy in black frowned, his toes touched the ground lightly, and his feet landed on the magic circle.
The ability to control the sky by Pingxu is only available in the Ziting realm. He did this deliberately before, just to let others misjudge his realm.
But in fact, his ability to control the air is an innate ability from God. As long as he is willing, every inch of space can become a reality under his feet.
Just like this fog sword that fills the sky, he essentially created several sword-shaped space containers to contain all the fog.
The young man in black asked: "Did you agree to count beforehand?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Well, if you win, you can get the Heavenly Soul Lamp for yourself."
The young man in black looked even more regretful.
Ning Jiujiu turned his head and glanced at Lu Marry. Lu Marry had reached the edge of the sword field, with the Minglan sword beside her, ready to take action at any time.
He shook his head gently at Lu Marry.
Lu Jianjiu clenched her teeth, and the light in her spiritual eyes condensed. She didn't respond to Ning Jiujiu's shaking of her head. She knew that Ning Jiujiu should have hidden some strength, but this young man in black was even more unfathomable. If the situation goes even slightly wrong, she will disregard the agreement and draw her sword immediately.
Jing Yangxia also stared at the sword field. He had an absurd feeling in his mind. He knew that this young man in black was not in the Purple Court realm, but for some reason, he had no idea of using his sword, as if this young man was unkillable. Killing is average.
The peak masters of Xuanri Peak and Huiyang Peak stood side by side, observing this young man who was suspected to be the reincarnation of an ancient ferocious beast, his sword energy ready to fall at any time.
Facing the murderous intention of the master of the four peaks, the young man in black showed no fear at all.
Space is his gift. He can escape at any time if he wants, without even touching it.
He was more interested in the young man in white named Ning Jiujiu in front of him.
He didn't understand where the other party's confidence came from. Could it be that he thought he couldn't kill him with the support of the Four Peaks Masters
They looked up at the same time and looked at each other.
Those sword boat-like cold fog swords have been hovering in the air for a long time. As the eyes of the young man in black moved, the sound of cracking strings sounded in the air. In the huge explosion, dozens of cold fog swords were fired. The sword struck Ning Jiujiu. At the same time, the young man in black flicked his wrist, and the surrounding space gathered at an extremely fast speed, forming an extremely dense field in his empty hand.
That realm was invisible and was held in his hand like a long sword.
A violent wind swept across the sword field.
The disciples around the sword field couldn't help but retreat one after another, for fear of being affected.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time, and the sea of qi opened up, and the spiritual energy in it was like a mountain torrent knocking on the gate of heaven.
Without the threshold of each realm as a mark, he could not determine his current realm.
But after the Golden Crow became a spirit, his practice in the past few months was almost unimpeded, and the training of life and death in the Hidden Peak made his swordsmanship reach a higher level.
He didn't think that among the Four Peaks, except for Lu Marion, anyone under Ziting could beat him.
Even this young man in black.
The moment the cold mist sword fell, Ning Jiujiu's body sank slightly, and then suddenly jumped up, the sword edge in his hand set off red fireworks. The cold mist was like ignited straw in an instant, as Ning Jiujiu's figure passed by. Make a red sea.
A clanging sound echoed in the cold mist.
The strong wind roared again, and all the fog and fire were ripped away by invisible hands in an instant. Among the fragments of fire, white clothes and black clothes clearly appeared in the air.
The two figures landed together after clashing swords.
Ning Changjiu's sword burned with sword fire that could not be dispersed by the strong wind, while the sword of the young man in black was invisible. Even the sword intention did not emit the slightest bit, but it carried a huge and silent sense of oppression.
The first sword clash between the two had shocked countless people.
Fang Hege looked at the sword in surprise, thinking that Ning Changjiu had been merciful just now.
The other disciples looked at this grand sword fire and did not believe that this sword was made by someone of the same age.
This sword can defeat any disciple in the field, but it does not hurt the boy in black at all.
After the cold mist sword and the sword fire were destroyed together, the two figures were like two projectiles colliding with each other. After the projectiles collided dozens of times, their figures seemed to be merged together in Tai Chi. At the intersection, the sharp swords The energy was tearing like electricity, and the lightning burst in a short time. The two figures intertwined and separated again.
The figure fell to the ground and became still. Ning Jiujiu stood with his back to him.
None of them moved, but the crackling sound sounded like firecrackers among them.
That was the sword energy released by the two of them.
Every ray of sword energy is like a stone thrown at high speed, colliding in the air, and then shattering into sparks of light.
Ning Jiujiu and the young man in black are not so much fighting swords as they are dancing together on the stage. The rhythm of their movements is so similar that at first glance they are more like black and white shadows separated by the mirror. The interlacing of figures and the sharp edges of swords They collide with each other, and every movement is as if it had been choreographed in advance, and it is perfect.
But those people with advanced realms were extremely nervous. They all knew that in this seemingly dance-like sword show, the sickle of death had been swung over Ning Jiujiu's head many times.
The sword energy that was knocked out of the air fell to the ground like slender streams of fire.
"You are very strong." The young man in black also looked serious.
Ning would not speak for a long time, as if he was stingy with praise.
The boy in black stretched out his hand, and the surrounding space condensed in his hand again.
For a moment, even in front of Ning Changjiu, the air was as muddy as a swamp, making it difficult to move even an inch.
He used his authority to turn the entire space of the sword field into a big sword.
At that time, there will be countless knives hanging above the head, and Ning Jiujiu will have no way to escape.
Of course Ning Jiujiu would not give him this opportunity.
He threw the sword in his hand directly.
Amidst the sound of the sword, the frozen air around him was shaken open.
The sword that was taken out of the hand changed into afterimages in the air. Every time it flew over one foot, the sword shadows in the air doubled, and those sword shadows pulled out countless vacuum belts as they traveled at extremely high speeds, colliding into the solid space. Fragmented.
The young man in black failed to solidify the space of the entire sword field.
But the sword in his hand is still enough to be called a giant sword.
The boy in black swung his giant sword like a huge cattail leaf fan, scattering all the mosquito and moth-like sword shadows that came towards him, and then with an inertial force as heavy as a thousand pounds, he swung it towards Ning Jiujiu. place.
The air vibrated like water, and the field formed by the magic circle under his feet shone like glass.
But no one thought it was beautiful. It was a sign that the magic circle had endured too much force and might collapse.
The giant sword shattered on its own as it fell and scattered into countless fragments, which hit Ning Changjiu like raindrops.
Ning Jiujiu didn't have a sword in his hand at the moment. Although his sword shadows in the sky were all scattered, the sword as its main body still shot through the air and stabbed the boy in black.
There is no sword lock to restrict the body shape, so such a sword will not be particularly difficult to dodge.
The young man in black controlled a part of the power of space, so he didn't even hide, but stretched out his hand. The moment the white light lit up in his palm, the front of his body was distorted like never before.
The sword disappeared in front of him, then appeared behind Ning Jiujiu, striking at the back of his head at an even more terrifying speed.
There are swords in the sky and behind you.
The white clothes seemed to be in the eye of the storm, and would be riddled with holes at any time.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to use his body skills to escape, but his figure moved several times in an instant, but he ran into walls everywhere.
The sword reaches in front of you.
In the roaring noise, countless sword energy washed past.
Ning Jiujiu's figure was both clear and blurry in the sword energy.
The expression of the young man in black changed: "What kind of evil magic is this?"
In front of his eyes, the sword energy penetrated Ning Jiujiu's body, but it didn't bring out any blood, but just passed through an illusory shadow.
That is one of the invisible mental methods, the moon in the mirror.
In the past, Ning Jiujiu had tried several times at the inner peak, but was unable to perform it. Today, he is in a perfect state, reciting the Tao in his heart and pinching the Tao with his fingers, and his figure is really like the moonlight in the water.
This scene shocked countless people.
The flying sword behind his head passed through his illusory figure, and when it reached his eyes, it was caught in the palm of Ning Changjiu's hand.
boom! He seemed to have walked out of another world, and the mirage-like shadow condensed into reality. The sword in his hand thrust out. It was unclear whether the sword was carrying a person or whether the person was holding the sword.
White shadows passed over the sword field.
The young man in black curled his fingers, and several spatial barriers were erected around him, layer upon layer, impregnable.
Ning Chang's grand sword light was like countless carps leaping up together with the snow-white waves.
But the wave was still blocked by "Dragon Gate".
The sword opened a crack in the space, but failed to penetrate it.
When the sword's power is about to end, the shield and the sword transform into each other, and the barrier of space once again turns into a huge sword.
Ning Jiujiu could not see these invisible swords, but he could feel the source of the killing intent.
The sword slashed at him, but he did not retreat.
The childish look on the face of the young man in black was gone. He did not expect to have so many fights with this Ning Changjiu.
He was reborn today with the attitude of destroying everything. He never expected to be stopped in front of him by a boy who was only sixteen years old.
Ning Changjiu's sword seemed to be cutting through the tiny gap.
The troops on the opposite side were in danger, and of course he would not give in.
What's more, he has real support - eight lives.
How can the opponent win instead of betting his life
Ning Jiujiu's figure narrowly passed through the gap between the two swords, and the swords cut across each other. If he could be faster, he could stop this ignorant man and kill him.
But Ning Jiujiu's speed is too fast. It is a speed that is difficult to display even at the peak of Longevity Realm.
The spiritual power in the sea of qi burned at high speed.
With a crash, the white clothes were raised high, and with a sudden movement of his arms, the sword energy flew away like a long dragon.
The black energy surrounding the boy in black condensed into a real sword.
He held the sword, raised his figure, and the black giant sword fell from the air.
The long white dragon was cut off by his sword.
In the wisps of sword light blown away by a hurricane, when Ning Changjiu's figure was revealed, a black sword pierced him, knocking his entire body away.
Ning Jiujiu groaned, and threw his figure back like a sandbag. In mid-air, he kept returning his sword to block, cutting off the sword energy that was chasing after them like maggots on the tarsal bones.
In Linhe City, Ning Changjiu had been sparring with Zhao Xiang'er for a month. After repeated beatings, his melee sword, fist and kick skills were several times stronger than before. He was equally confident in stopping all attacks from the young man in black.
After Ning Jiujiu landed, he didn't even take a step back. His body only swayed slightly and then stabilized immediately.
They looked at each other from a distance, as if they were back at the beginning, and no one made any further moves.
The red color of the array also gradually faded away.
The smile on Shi Wu's face completely disappeared, and the two Taoist masters behind him also raised their heads and watched the battle with concentration.
The people in the Four Peaks were even closer, dumbfounded by the moves and realm they had just shown.
The disciples who were originally dissatisfied with Ning Changjiu couldn't think of any other thoughts at this moment.
"What kind of swordsmanship does he use?"
"Is this a sword move from Yujian Tianzong? Why doesn't it look like it..."
"Master said that a master should not stick to death moves when fighting. Could it be that... this is a master?"
"Xiaoling Xiaoling, do you know that your senior brother is so powerful? Or you have been hiding it from us all this time."
…
Ning Xiaoling did not answer. Her hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble. She looked at the center of the sword field without daring to blink, silently praying for her senior brother in her heart.
Lu Marry was like a snow lotus blooming on the edge of a cliff. No one could see her emotions clearly, but her toes were firmly attached to the edge of the sword field. If there was anything unusual, her ice and snow arrow would Shot instantly.
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"Let's finish it quickly."
In the long confrontation and calm, Shiwu sighed quietly, breaking the tranquility.
This sentence is like the pen of a judge, written into the word "death" on the big paper of heaven and earth.
It was rare for the young man in black to meet an opponent in chess. He originally wanted to outsmart the opponent, but now he had bigger things waiting for him to do.
He turned slightly sideways, and his black robe, which had always been windless and automatic, stopped at this moment. His pale skin revealed a faint blue bloodshot, and his pupils were swallowed by darkness.
"What is that?" someone on the sword field exclaimed.
Behind the young man in black, eight huge pythons appeared.
It was not a complete giant python, but more like the extremely long neck of some kind of creature, or a giant upside-down octopus.
The eight giant pythons appeared behind them. The giant pythons seemed to be carved from the same mold. They were exactly the same in terms of length and expression, and even their movements were synchronized.
Jing Yangxia couldn't bear it anymore, and the Bixiao Sword was unsheathed and hung high above the sword field: "Bold monster, how dare you come to my sword sect to run rampant."
Shiwu said coldly: "Is the peak master trying to break the rules?"
"It is only natural for an immortal to slay demons."
The young man in black said: "This is my innate spirit. How can an innate spirit be said to be good or evil?"
Jing Yangxia has lived for many years and has a sharp eye. He knows that this is not an innate spirit at all, but the phantom body of Jiuying.
He originally wanted to drop his sword and cut the young man off the peak.
Ning Jiujiu glanced at him and shook his head gently.
Jiuying's appearance was also something he had expected.
"You are indeed incomplete." Ning Jiujiu said.
The boy in black said: "I am complete now."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Jiu Ying is missing the most critical part, so I created you as a replacement to become its brain. This is a good idea, but have you ever thought about it, when Jiu Ying's central head is recovered, You lose value.”
The young man in black sneered: "You want to sow discord with just a few words? You are indeed very smart, but the ninth baby has died long ago. Even if its bones are found, it will only make me complete and cannot replace me at all."
Ning Jiujiu thought of the giant black python in Liantian Town and said: "I have seen the ninth infant spirit. Although it was seriously injured, it is still alive and has its own consciousness. Shiwu lied to you. You're just a temporary replacement."
The young man in black looked gloomy.
Shiwu frowned and immediately said: "When we find the last infant spirit, I will personally let you kill it and replace it."
As he spoke, Shiwu bit his fingertips and drew them across his palm.
A bolt from the blue and a roar of thunder.
That was a sign that the blood oath was forged.
The young man in black looked calmer now. He should have thanked the young man in front of him, but for some reason, he was furious in his heart and wanted to crush him to ashes.
Jiu Ying's Dharma was so towering that it almost filled the entire sword field. Some timid disciples even cried out of fear and fled towards the inner peak.
The upright Dharmakaya also brought a great sense of oppression to Ning Jiujiu.
But the oppressive feeling disappeared quickly. In his Zi Mansion, the Golden Crow hissed, and he couldn't help but want to break out of the Zi Mansion.
The boy in black jumped into the air with a black knife in hand and stepped on a head. His figure fell down with the python-like body. When the black knife fell in the air, the other seven Dharma Prime heads also appeared as if they were real objects. Qi ground followed and fell.
boom! boom! boom!
The sound of the impact was earth-shattering.
On the unbreakable magic circle, the huge head fell, smashing many huge holes in it.
Those holes also formed a large formation.
Ning Jiujiu's figure was locked in the center of the formation.
The black knife, the boy in black clothes, and the black revealed body were like a whirlwind falling from the sky, carrying the entire sky with it and falling together.
Everyone held their breath.
Lu Marian couldn't think of a way to break the situation. She originally planned to use her sword desperately to interrupt the competition, but Ning Jiujiu's calm face made her suppress her murderous intent.
The next moment, everyone saw a scene they would never forget in their lives.
The python-like Jiuying's head hit the ground.
Ning Chang held its head with one hand and pushed it to the ground, while holding the sword in his other hand, he collided with the black knife.
The black sword was overturned, and Ning Changjiu's sword was also broken into two pieces.
But he used the sword that was broken into two parts to stab the head that he was holding tightly.
The sword cut into the dharma body.
Jiuying Dharmaxiang and the boy in black also screamed in pain.
No one could understand how such a huge head could be held down by his hands so lightly that the head really didn't dare to move.
Even Shiwu couldn't understand.
After he recovered from the shock, he discovered that there was a crow with dark golden feathers standing on the neck of the python-like Jiuying. The crow had a stamen-like hair crown on its head and three slender legs under its body. .
It looked so vulnerable, but at this moment it looked like a golden-winged roc bird that feeds on dragons. It stepped on one of Jiuying's heads arrogantly, so that the other seven heads did not dare to move.
The young man in black stared at the golden crow, as if some memory broke through the dam of history, rushing in like a flood.
"It's you! It's you! You're not dead yet... You're not dead yet!!" The boy in black yelled at Ning Changjiu like crazy.
No one had time to guess who the "you" in his mouth was. They only knew that the young man in black was inexplicably crazy, and the fear in his heart also aroused boundless murderous intent.
The Golden Crow shattered the world, and the Nine Infants were shattered. The young man in black suffered a huge backlash, spitting blood, but he still did not give in.
He stretched out his hand suddenly, the space froze, and formed a sword again. He suddenly held the sword and slashed towards Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu grabbed the broken sword in his hand and slashed at him.
The sound of swords sounded again.
No one had ever seen a sword that fast.
The sword was purely fast, without much movement or fancy moves. Every rise and fall of the sword seemed to follow the simplest rules, slashing at the enemy after walking the shortest path.
Even the crazy young man in black was suppressed and defeated by such a fast sword.
"This... is this really our sect's swordsmanship?" Jing Yangxia's eyes trembled.
"Is it the second half of the Tianyu Sword Classic?" Xue Xunxue asked.
"Impossible! When I was a boy, I was lucky enough to see my master perform one and a half moves in the second half of the Sword Sutra. That sword was equally fast, but different from this one." Jing Yangxia said.
"Then what kind of sword is this?!" Xue Xunxue felt that she was a little crazy.
Xue Lin originally wanted to comfort his sister, but he suddenly looked up and saw Lu Jianmu standing there, the murderous aura on his body disappeared without a trace.
Lu Yuemou's dark hair was scattered, her black hair was brushed against her cheeks, and her pure face had water in her eyes, and her eyes were full of tears.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a self-deprecating smile.
It seemed like heavy rain had fallen between the sky and the earth, and the helplessness and despair of that day lingered in my mind again.
Oh it's you…
I should have thought of it...
No... I've thought of it a long time ago, but what am I running from
Complex emotions came to my mind.
Only then did she realize that she had been the recipient of so many unrequited favors.
It turns out that I am running away from these kindnesses that I will never be able to repay in my lifetime...
She looked at the back of the white-clothed figure, glad that he didn't look back and saw her own embarrassing tears.
"This is the Heavenly Sword Scripture!"
Suddenly, on the four peaks, Jing Yangxia's exclamation could not be suppressed.
Everyone heard it.
Ning Jiujiu's sword like a rainstorm stopped, and the sword shadows all over the sky formed a sword. The posture of the sword was extremely weird, like a ridiculous circus.