The hall is not very bright, the smooth floor tiles are like dark water, dripping with dark silver light, the bone-carved sword barrel, the lacquerware made of sandalwood, and the raccoon-like hardwood texture, everything seems to be in the scene at this moment. A solemn statement.
Lu Marion knelt on the ground, her spread-out snow-white dress was like lotus petals scattered on the water, vaguely embroidered with a fragrance.
The young man in white looked back at her, and the light from behind shone dimly through the outline of his cheek.
"Marry, marry." The young man called her name.
Lu Marry slowly raised her head and straightened her upper body little by little. Her body in white clothes was like the buds of water lilies shrinking in the night.
She was still kneeling, her dark belt outlined her slender waist, and her loose skirt could no longer hide her proud curves.
The sun sets over the valley.
The background of the world changes from white to red, and finally returns to darkness, and all the images seem to be frozen here.
"Master." Lu Jianyou closed her eyes, her red lips as red as the sunset glowed, as if they could be broken by a blow.
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"Apprentice! Do you have a place to live?" Ning Changjiu, carrying cocoon clothes on his back, saw a little boy at the foot of the mountain.
Ding Leshi stared blankly at the young man who fell from the sky, and said in shock: "Master... Master?"
Ning Jiujiu hummed.
Ding Leshi said with a sad face, "Master, it's been more than two months and you haven't come to see me. I thought you had forgotten me."
"..." Ning was silent for a long time and said: "Apprentice, master will never forget you. In ten months, you will have an appointment with... well, Zhao Xiang'er's apprentice, you must train well, don't Disgraced Master."
"Yan Shi." Ding Leshi reminded in a low voice.
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Yes, apprentice, you must not lose."
Ding Leshi nodded vigorously: "I've been working very hard recently."
"Well, that's good." Ning Jiujiu patted his head, thinking that as expected, the person who is close to the ink is the black man. He and Lu Yuanbai only said a few words, and the tone of his words seemed to be a bit spoiled.
The little boy glanced at the cocoon clothes on Ning Changchun's back and was shocked by the appearance of the eldest sister in the cocoon clothes. He felt that the oiran sister from Linhe City looked like a village girl compared with her.
Ding Leshi was extremely surprised and said: "Master, about this matter, um...sister-in-law...no, does my wife know about it?"
"Why do you have so many problems?" Ning was stunned for a moment, and then became a little angry. He thought that his vision for recruiting disciples was different from that of Lu Jianwen. He sighed: "Where do you live now? I want to Hide.”
Ding Leshi had heard the sect leader's shouting before. He just felt that the master was worthy of being a master, and his ability to cause trouble was indeed first-class!
"Master! I'll take you away!" Ding Leshi patted his chest and said, "There are many of us there, I know a hidden place!"
Ning Jiujiu nodded appreciatively.
Ding Leshi led the way and said: "Master, this is the spiritual fruit garden. It is usually guarded by people, but today there is some chaos in the peak. They are afraid that the mountain will collapse, so the closer you get to the mountain, the fewer people there are." Yes, there are rows of stone houses in the garden, but there is no one inside now."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and walked over there with Lu Wenyou on his back.
At this moment, there are people guarding the peach curtains on all sides. It is difficult for him to escape outside the peak at this moment. Fortunately, the master of the three peaks is still loyal and no one comes to chase him. He thinks that as long as there is no master of the Purple Court Realm, then It might not be difficult to delay it for another hour.
"Master." Ding Leshi suddenly called him.
"What's wrong, apprentice?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
"Master, don't you remember my name?" Ding Leshi said suddenly.
"..." Ning was silent for a long time.
Ding Leshi sighed in a childish voice and said: "Master, my name is Ding Leshi. The benevolent man enjoys mountains, and the wise man enjoys Leshi in water."
Ning Jiujiu nodded seriously: "It's a little hard to remember, but I remember it now."
Ding Leshi laughed happily. Children's happiness is always simpler.
In the spiritual fruit yard, the fragrance was fragrant, but after a great battle, most of the originally heavy branches were empty, and most of the light blue spiritual fruits were smashed into the ground, covered with dirt.
There is a row of stone houses behind the Lingguo Circle, which is a resting place for those on duty who guard the orchard.
Ning Jiujiu carried Lu Wenyou to the door of the stone house.
There was a man in gray standing at the door of the house.
The man in gray clothes looked like he was old, with his back slightly hunched over, and his face under the hood of the gray robe looked like a spiritual fruit slowly rotting in the mud.
He raised his head and met Ning Chang's eyes.
Ding Leshi was shocked and immediately said: "Master! He... I don't know him."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."
The man in gray said: "Are you Ning Changjiu?"
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "Have I stabbed the elders of Yujian Tianzong? Why can't you old people get along with me, an ordinary disciple?"
The man in gray said: "Hand over the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture and I can spare you."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Senior's realm is unpredictable and I am no match."
Although the man in gray has not made a move for many years, his level is so high that his vague pressure is extremely strong. Even a few simple movements can blow away the opponent's murderous intention and fighting spirit like the wind.
"Then are you willing to hand over the Sword Sutra? Or... just want to delay time?" The man in gray glanced at his back: "I know this woman, the peak master of Tianku Peak, I didn't expect that she would be broken at such a young age. Entering the Purple Court Realm is indeed unprecedented, but you are still young after all, and even if you really enter the Purple Court Realm, nothing will change."
Ning Jiujiu said: "What did Master Hanchi promise to you?"
The man in gray glanced at him, but did not hide anything. He said directly: "Master Hanchi said that if he captures you, he is willing to study the Sword Scripture with me."
Ning Jiujiu said sincerely: "I can satisfy you with such a simple request, why should you believe that old immortal?"
The man in gray also showed a smile: "Young people do know how to assess the situation. Come on, show your sincerity and let me see the only inheritance of the legendary sect master's lineage."
Ning Jiujiu tied the clothes around Lu Marry's cocoon clothes tighter.
The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds rolled in from a distance. Electrical crackling sounds were heard in the clouds, implying the roar of rolling thunder.
The man in gray agreed.
There are only eighteen moves in the second half of the Tianyu Sword Classic, and these eighteen moves are not real sword moves. What they actually point to is a mode of sword movement and spirit movement. After learning all the sword moves, even The most common sword stabbing technique can also achieve the effect of sealing the throat with one blow as long as the heart technique of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is used.
As for a monk to avoid the sword, the premise is that his senses or consciousness can sense the danger and he can see the trajectory of the opponent's moves. However, this sword can absorb all murderous intent and escape all perceptions.
It's like an oncoming transparent cloud, no one will think it's dangerous.
When Ning Jiujiu made his first sword move, the man in gray felt that it was a real move from the Sword Scripture.
Ding Leshi behind him was stunned when he saw Ning Jiujiu's movements. The moment his eyes were fixed on the sword's edge, his eyes seemed to be stuck, and he kept wandering along Ning Jiujiu's movements, suddenly realizing Trance.
Ten breaths of time was not long. Ning Jiujiu had already completed the six moves of the Sword Sutra, but he reversed the order.
The man in gray robe was also immersed in this murderous but impenetrable swordsmanship.
In fact, in the world of monasticism, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are usually regarded as the last path. The only thing that is truly powerful is the realm. Under the crushing of the realm, one can defeat all methods with one force.
But today, Ning Changjiu's sword subverted his understanding little by little.
Ning Jiujiu stopped moving.
The man in gray robe recovered slightly and said, "Continue."
Ning Jiujiu said: "With your senior's cultivation, these few moves are enough for you to kill the sect leader. After killing him, I will tell you the remaining sword moves and the method of transporting spirits."
The man in gray robe looked at him deeply and said coldly: "Continue."
Ning Jiujiu did not disobey and continued to draw his sword.
The Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra has reached its fourteenth form.
The movement of this move is like a person standing on horseback, holding the sword horizontally, leaning back, doing a funny performance.
Ding Leshi wanted to smile, but as soon as the corners of his mouth raised, the smile froze on his face.
Ning Jiujiu's sword moved forward lightly, and somehow he broke through the distance in an instant and came to the front of the gray-robed man.
The old man's gray robe did not tremble at all, and the sword energy did not leak out at all. The forward cutting edge was so smooth, as if everything the blade swept across would be cut in half like tofu.
But their realms are too different.
After a very short moment of silence, the old man looked away from the sword's edge. He raised his sleeves, poked two fingers out of his sleeves, and steadily reached for the sword.
The surrounding wind stirred up yellow and broken leaves.
The dark clouds were low, and it seemed like heavy rain was about to fall.
Ding Leshi didn't even understand what happened. He just felt his vision flicker, and then the master's figure floated over like a dead leaf.
Ning Jiujiu's previous blow stopped at the gray-robed old man's throat.
The old man's fingers were like stones, and the sword seemed to be stuck in the stone.
The moment the murderous intention struck along the edge of the sword, he immediately let go and retreated. After the opponent's fingers pinched off the tip of the sword, it was also like a sycamore leaf, dancing and blowing on his chest.
The two remained relatively still in the air for only a moment.
The palm finally pressed lightly on Ning Changjiu's chest.
The palm of his hand touched his chest. After a moment of calm, Ning Jiujiu was knocked away like a sandbag. At the same time, all the surrounding leaves were broken and crushed into dust-like powder.
Ning Jiujiu's chest was dented by that palm, and the huge force rushed into his internal organs, shattering the spiritual energy that protected him. He was beaten to the point where his energy and blood surged. He could no longer maintain a breath of true energy, and flew backwards, hitting him heavily. He fell to the ground, his throat felt sweet, and blood spurted out, and the blood also solidified in the air.
The surrounding air was frozen like ice.
The old man in gray robe said: "Since you are not sincere, don't blame me for being ruthless."
He stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of him.
Wherever the center of the circle passed, white flying swords appeared one after another. Those flying swords rotated like sundials, and then they filed out and nailed Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu's body was trembling with pain. He turned his fingers with difficulty, trying to make a secret to perform Shui Yue in the Mirror, but as soon as his fingers trembled, those flying swords crashed into him like white birds facing phoenixes.
"Master!" Ding Leshi exclaimed, trying to get closer, but was pushed back by the violent airflow.
The difference in realm was too big, and they were facing the enemy head-on. Ning Jiujiu's only chance of winning was wiped out, and all the injuries that had been accumulated in his body burst out the moment the flying sword fell on his chest.
The sword energy hit his chest, and he felt as if his body was about to be torn apart. He was like a kite with a broken string, being torn out by the strong wind. The broken sword in his hand, let alone stimulating the sword energy, even swung it. becomes extremely difficult.
"How dare you steal the sword scripture if you are so weak?" The old man in gray robe flicked his sleeves, put one hand behind his back, and stood the other in front of him, just like the handprints of Buddhist disciples before drinking the scripture to ward off evil spirits.
The old man in gray robe has lived for many years, but he rarely goes out of Huanpu Mountain, and few people even know of his existence.
In a sense, he is the first person under the Tianzong leader.
At this moment, he only had two moves, and he beat Ning Jiujiu until he was unable to parry.
"You still have a chance to hand over the remaining sword moves." The old man in gray robe said: "Weak people do not need and do not deserve to hold a jade. You are a smart person and should understand."
The clothes on Ning Changjiu's chest were torn to pieces, but the clothes tying up Lu Jiaowen's cocoon clothes were torn. Lu Jiaowen fell to the ground, with a calm look on her face, which was incompatible with the frenzied environment around her.
The dark clouds gathering in the sky are getting denser and denser, like thick gray slurry, and under the slurry are **-like thunder and lightning. They will surge in like thousands of troops at the moment the dark clouds burst their banks. .
Ning Jiujiu knew that if he really used the Eighteen Moves Sword Manual, he would really have no way to survive.
Although Huaibi is dangerous, at least it can make the opponent throw a rat weapon.
Ning Jiujiu stood up with difficulty and raised the broken sword.
The old man in gray's eyes became increasingly cold.
"Since you don't want to hand it over, I'll take it myself." The old man's fingers spread out like an aquiline.
The sword frame that Ning had formed for a long time offered almost no resistance. The old man's figure arrived in an instant and wanted to slap him on the head.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and refused to hide.
His pupils turned golden.
The golden touch illuminated the old man's face clearly under his hood.
He could clearly see that the pupils in this young man's pupils had disappeared, and all the whites of his eyes were made of countless golden threads. Those golden threads looked like blood, and they also looked like the land they were overlooking. His eyes were so deep that they seemed to hide a golden kingdom.
The old man in gray was lost for a moment.
Ning Jiujiu's broken sword stabbed the two of them in front of their chests.
A piece of gray clothes was pulled off, and there was blood on the clothes. This injury could not even make the old man in gray groan in pain.
He just frowned, and then determined that the seemingly bluffing golden eyes were just a bluff.
His fingers fell and grabbed Ning Changjiu's neck.
The next moment, the old man's vision went dark, and blood came out of his pupils.
The dark surroundings suddenly became much clearer.
The moment before the old man lost his sight, he vaguely saw a golden crow fly out of the eyes where he and Ning had been looking at each other for a long time, turned into a golden arrow, broke into his pupils, and then, like tearing The pain blasted his pupils to pieces, and the eye sockets suddenly turned into two bloody holes. Even his hood was blown back, revealing his bald head.
This was the heaviest pain the old man had ever experienced in his life. He stretched out his hand to grab the golden innate spirit, but his fingers were touched by golden light, but nothing came of it.
The innate spirit could escape, but Ning Jiujiu could no longer move.
He roared in pain, and his consciousness unfolded. Even if he was blind, everything around him was still clearly reflected in the sea of consciousness.
Ning Jiujiu's retreating figure was quickly approached.
Those dry hands pinched his neck.
Ning Jiujiu's neck tensed up instantly, and every blood vessel was as hard as steel.
Ning Jiujiu's feet left the ground and was lifted up by the old man in gray.
His body had no strength left, and he could not perform any Taoist techniques. Only his survival instinct made him pour all his strength into his neck, struggling to resist.
The golden light in his pupils gradually extinguished, and in the dark pupils was the demonic face of the old man in gray. He grabbed the old man's arm, but he couldn't break free. The hand holding the broken sword was raised with difficulty, and he faced He thrust it into the old man's neck, but the other man's skin was like the hard scales of a python and could not be penetrated at all. The old man raised a ferocious smile on his lips, reached out and slapped the sword out of his hand.
Bang!
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
The thunder covered up the sound of the sword falling to the ground.
No! The sword didn't hit the ground at all!
Then, an earth-shattering alarm erupted from his consciousness!
Ning Jiujiu felt that this scene seemed familiar, but his consciousness was chaotic and it was difficult to recall.
The old man's hand loosened.
He pinched the hand on Ning Changchun's neck and broke it at the wrist.
The cold wind blows.
Lu Jiaoyao caught the broken sword that was about to fall to the ground.
Her white clothes are a little thin, her brows are a little cold, and her flowing black hair is more violent than the thunder clouds in the sky!
At this moment, she was not a fairy who was banished from the Nine Heavens, but a cold and charming female official who came from the underworld.
"Lu Marion?" The words of the old man in gray were crushed by the thunder.
The moment Lu Jiaojiao emerged from the catastrophe of slaying the demon in his heart, the thunder catastrophe had arrived.
The wind dust and fallen leaves on the ground, the water mist and electricity in the air, the dark clouds and thunder in the sky, everything in sight, the moment Lu Jiaoyou emerged from the cocoon, she was carrying a sword like frost and snow. Qi, as if the whole world is the sword domain she set up casually, and all the life flows between the world are the sword moves she made with every move.
The old man in gray suddenly felt like he was the enemy of the whole world.
The slender sword energy swept past Lu Yuai's side like an arc, lifting up countless broken grass and dead leaves with a brushing sound. She carried the boundless sword energy and slashed at the gray-robed old man.
The gray-robed old man couldn't understand that no matter how talented Lu Yuanjian was, she was just a monk who had just passed her long life and entered the Purple Court. How could she have such a sword power that could wrap the sky and the earth.
The old man in gray robe was filled with anger.
During these years of seclusion and the Sect Master's Hall, he had also accumulated countless spiritual powers, and he had read almost all of the most profound spiritual law books in Nanzhou hidden in the Sect Master's Hall. At this moment, his body felt like it was overturned. Everything he has learned in his life has been overthrown.
Among them are the sword skills of Tianzong, the formation skills of Dao Sect, the celestial secrets of Xuanzong, and the indestructible Vajra of Huang Sect.
Thousands of dharmas resemble hundreds of high seats arched out of the sea, making the figure of the old man in gray appear majestic.
Given his level, if he hadn't wanted to capture this young man alive, why would he have been attacked by the other party and blinded
Lu Marion's indomitable sword power was also blocked by this vast sea of Taoism.
She glanced at Ning Changjiu, who fell to the ground, and then stared at the old man in gray.
In her eyes, there were no countless Dharma images as vast and majestic as a majestic city.
She just looked at the old man quietly, arrogantly.
She held the broken sword and slowly pushed it forward.
Then it all swept away.
Her three thousand green hairs were illuminated by the sword energy at this moment, like a beauty with white hair in the blink of an eye.
Between Jianzong, Daomen, Xuanzong, and Huangmen, among the pillars that built the majestic city, a stream of sword energy roared past like sand and water in the city near the river, and then the river overflowed. Each ray of sword energy seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms. Heavy, in a very short period of time, the old man in gray was unable to support his majestic cultivation, and most of it was evaporated.
Lu Yuanjian's sword broke through all kinds of magic and sent the broken sword into the opponent's chest.
In the sky, the thunder disaster has come to an end, and the dark clouds turned into plasma, forming an insurmountable thunder pool.
The power of this thunder pool is almost unheard of in the entire history of Tianzong. Even a ray of lightning that overflows has the aura of destruction.
Lu Marian raised her head, her sword eyes opened, like a holy fire that would never go out.
She held the hilt of the sword with one hand and grasped the old man's shoulder with the other. At the moment when the sky thunder fell like a pillar, her figure suddenly rose from the ground, like a white rainbow penetrating the sky.
Rainbow light collided with thunder light.
The sky and the earth were as bright as day, the four peaks were immersed in endless thunder, and the broken mountain-protecting formation was shattered.
Lu Marry grabbed the body of the old man in gray, held up the calamity thunder, and flew up into the air. She actually pushed back the incredibly powerful calamity thunder bit by bit.
A deafening roar sounded soon after.
In the sky, countless snow-white cracks appeared in the center of the thunder pool.
The white rainbow penetrated the thunder pool, soared into the sky, and then turned into countless immortal swords, slashing down again.
The sound of rumbling and rumbling kept sounding, and the whole sky seemed to be falling.
The thunder pool shattered, and countless blue-purple spherical thunderbolts flew out, attacking those who had overcome the tribulation.
Lu Jianjiaoqing scolded and turned all these calamity thunders into fire that tempered the sword's edge.
On the edge of her sword, the gray-clad figure had long been annihilated by the thunder and fire and disappeared.
The thunder in the sky gradually became mute.
With a flick of Lu Marian's wrist, the thunder and lightning on the sword's edge were shaken. The broken sword, which was originally an ordinary sword, had the dazzling luster of an immortal sword after being tempered by the thunder.
A huge thunderstorm was wiped out by her.
Her spotless white clothes stood in the air for a moment, and after confirming that the thunderstorm had passed, she immediately swooped down like a snowy kite, dragging a series of afterimages to Ning Jiujiu's body.
She helped Ning Changjiu, who was covered in wounds, gathered all her sword intent, and immediately used her spiritual power to protect his most critical acupuncture points.
Ning held his throat for a long time and kept coughing. He seemed to be cold, folding his arms and shivering.
Lu Marian wanted to put some clothes on him, but found that she only had one piece left. She hesitated for a moment, then hugged his body directly. Using her body as a sword, she lit up the gentle sword fire and dispersed Ning Jiujiu's body. of chill.
Ning calmed down for a long time. He leaned on her chest, as if buried in a cotton field, and said, "Thank you..."
Lu Marian said in a low voice: "Sorry, I'm a little late."
Ning Jiujiu calmed down and asked, "What did the Heart Demon Tribulation see? Is it going well?"
Lu Marry was silent for a while, then let go of him and said, "It's just an ordinary calamity of asking one's heart."
Ning thought for a long time and said, "The battle with the old fox?"
Lu Marion nodded and said, "What else? What else could it be?"
Ning Jiujiu snorted and said: "Hanchi is going against the grain. He wants to seize all the luck of Tianzong and then forcefully merge Jiuying... Be careful."
Lu Marian said: "Don't think about these things for now, I will take you to heal your wounds."
Ning Jiujiu pointed behind him and said, "That... my apprentice..."
Lu Marry took a look and saw that the young man named Ding Leshi was a mortal. He had already fainted on the ground under the power of God. Lu Married threw out the broken sword, held him up, and sent him away. Went in the direction of the sword hall.
She didn't know what she was thinking of, but when Lu Yuemou put her hands on his back, she suddenly said: "Call Master."
"What?" Ning didn't react for a long time.
Lu Marion said in a cold voice, "I want you to call me master."
Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"If you don't call me master, I won't heal you."
"Isn't it said that we are equals... If I don't call you, you can't just watch me die, right?"
"How can you say such nonsense?"
"What exactly did you see in the inner demon tribulation?"
"Shut up! Just yell if I ask you to!"
"Teacher...Master?"
Normally, it would be very natural to shout, but at this moment, Ning Jiujiu seemed to be forced by a knife on his neck, and it was a bit stiff and unnatural to shout. However, Lu Marianjiu's expression softened a lot. While she was healing Ning Jiujiu, While saying: "Shout a few more words."
"..." Ning Jiujiu felt that something was wrong with Lu Marian today, but forced by the other party's majesty, he still said: "Master, Master... Master? Is that okay..."
Lu Marian'e frowned slightly, as if she felt dissatisfied. She recalled the scene just now and said, "Is your leg okay? Are your knees injured?"
Ning Jiujiu thought she was caring about him, and felt warm in his heart, saying, "It's okay, thank you, Master, for caring about..."
"Well, okay, kneel down." Lu Marian interrupted him and gave the order.
"???" Ning Jiujiu was completely stunned, wondering if this girl's head was struck by lightning and she was stupid
He protested: "What on earth do you want to do!"
Lu Yuanjian seemed to be a angry little girl who insisted on eating the candied haws, and said: "If you don't kneel down, I will serve you with a ruler."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Lu Marry! If you continue to behave like this, sooner or later I will..."
His words were interrupted.
Lu Marry turned her head with him and looked in the direction of the sect master's hall without saying a word.
She could feel that there was a demon god's energy soaring into the sky. Even though she had a perfect sword body and was as broken as Ziting, she still had no confidence that she could completely defeat that demon god's energy.
The four peaks of the mountains and rivers are broken, and the ring waterfall mountain appears. The nine songs of Jiu Ying on the top of the mountain are like dancing wild thunder.
"Master..." Ning Jiujiu whispered softly, wanting to give some instructions.
Lu Marry had stood up and stood in front of him, her beautiful back like a sword monument covered with snow.