In the realm of time that flows at an absolute speed, Ning Changjiu's fight with Sin Lord lasts only for a stick of incense, while nearly half a year has passed in the outside world.
The Year of Sin Lord finally passed, Lord Sin returned to his kingdom of God, and the projection disappeared as the door of the kingdom of God closed.
Their moment was like many long months to the world below.
Lu Marry sat on the side of the abyss, with the breeze blowing on her face, her clothes piled with snow, her beautiful face looking haggard. In the past few months, her realm has taken a step further, as if she has entered the sixth floor of the Purple Courtyard, and her sword practice has also taken a further step. Every time the breeze lifts her hair, every strand of blue hair seems to be The slender and fluttering sword energy.
She sat cross-legged in Yuyuan, like a lotus flower that bloomed early before summer arrived. Her brows were soft and clear, and her dress was dipped in cherry blossoms and spring snow.
She looked at the wooden figure carved on the edge of the abyss and the Ascension Formation in front of the wooden figure, looking in a daze.
Lu Marry always remembers that one night last autumn, there seemed to be a shooting star passing through the night sky, illuminating the outside of the house for a moment.
She ran out of the hut and found that the wooden figure seemed to have been moved by some force and reversed its direction. The small flying formation also glowed faintly, and the pattern of the seven-pointed star seemed like a spear piercing into the heart. It made her mentally trembled.
This is a sign that the Xiao Fei Kong Formation is activated.
Lu Marian thought he was coming back, but that night, she didn't expect anything, and the light of Xiao Feikong was like an eternal candle, burning from beginning to end, from late autumn to cold winter. Even when the spring stream melted, it never went out.
Although she didn't wait for anyone to come, this candlelight was still there to accompany her.
This little candle was finally extinguished last night.
Lu Marry's beautiful silhouette became even thinner. She looked at the eclipsed little flying formation, and finally stood up slowly. When she looked back, the mountains were blooming in brilliant colors.
It turns out it’s another season.
The grass on the mountain is swaying, and old friends are coming.
The visitor is in an elegant white dress, with a slender waist and a belt, black hair tied into a ponytail, thin eyebrows, and skin as white as new porcelain. She is like an orchid in an empty valley, and her swaying figure in the skirt is enough to embarrass the best painter in the world.
She walked from the mountain path in the forest, and the tall tree crown was like an umbrella specially opened for her. In the shadows, light occasionally fell from the gaps between the trees, illuminating her dress.
She stepped out and the sun poured down on her.
Lu Marian met her eyes and said softly: "Miss Xiang'er."
Zhao Xiang'er nodded lightly, walked to Lu Marian's side, and looked into the abyss.
"Are you still waiting?" Zhao Xiang'er's voice lost its usual majesty and coldness, becoming as clear as newly melted water.
Lu Marian said calmly: "I'm practicing in Lubian, and I'll wait a moment. Whether he's alive or dead, coming or not coming, I've already been relieved for this year."
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her, her thin and upturned lips slightly raised, and she laughed softly: "Master Lu is still not good at lying."
Lu Marry didn’t answer.
Zhao Xiang'er pushed the hem of her skirt over her slender and tight legs, bent her body slightly, and sat down on the edge of the cliff. Her slender calves seemed to be swaying in the wind, and seemed to be stirred by the spring breeze.
"What about you?" Lu Married asked: "What are you here for?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "I just came to take a look."
Lu Marry asked: "When I saw you on the last day of Linhe City, you seemed to be still hugging each other."
Zhao Xiang'er said lightly: "He is so cowardly that he dares to treat me lightly when I am weak. If he dares to come back, the debt will definitely be settled with him."
"Really?" Lu Marian sat down next to her.
Zhao Xiang'er tilted her head slightly and said, "Of course, I just respect the marriage certificate my mother gave me. I don't know if he is the fiancé my mother chose for me. But after all, we have experienced a lot together, and we are in love with each other. Everyone should come and see it.”
Lu Married said: "Then what happened to Zhao State's national sacrifice in late autumn last year? Remember that time, it should be the day you first met."
Zhao Xiang'er frowned displeased and said, "You live here in seclusion, how come you know all this?"
"Xiao Ling told me." Lu Marian said.
Zhao Xiang'er specially invited Ning Xiaoling to the national sacrifice. She clearly asked Ning Xiaoling to keep it a secret. This damn girl is really unreliable...
Lu Marian continued: "Now everyone in the city should know that sister Xiang'er has a fiancé, right?"
Zhao Xiang'er said calmly: "The matter of my fiancé is still just a rumor in many places, but it is now known to the whole world that the Peak Master likes a disciple who is many years younger than me. When I went to the tea house and restaurant incognito, I have heard people talk about it many times. But no wonder, the love between master and disciple is taboo. In addition, the peak master has such a great reputation and his appearance is the best in Nanzhou, so it is inevitable that it will be discussed more. "
Lu Marian looked at the girl who spoke lightly. Zhao Xiang'er was now a little taller, and her figure was even more exquisite. Her soft black skirt was wrapped in delicate curves. Just looking at each other through the clothes, she looked so plump and tender. Soft stool is the only thing in the world.
It's just that this pretty little girl's words are becoming less and less pleasant to listen to.
"He's just my disciple." Lu Marion said.
Zhao Xianger said: "We are the only two here who are so dishonest? Even if I believe it, will others believe it?"
Lu Marry's expression was cold, and after a moment she said: "Then why are you here today? Why do you seem to be here to ask for guilt?"
Zhao Xiang'er looked at Lu Wenwen. This Sister Lu, with her snow-clothed and sword-carrying appearance, should be the most perfect female swordsman in the world. Even she, if she looked at her twice, she would feel far away and even want to pounce in. The snowy peaks in the arms.
Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a while and said: "You also know that he is my fiancé in name. But he is obviously my fiancé, but you are the only one who has been married here for so long. What kind of talk do you mean?"
Lu Marry said calmly: "I said, he is just my apprentice."
Zhao Xiang'er said slightly annoyed: "Are you still being stubborn?"
Lu Married said: "If Miss Xiang'er doesn't dislike this humble house and empty house, I don't mind if you live with me. At least I have a companion."
Zhao Xiang'er looked a little lonely: "I am different from you. If you leave, Sifeng will just lose a female swordsman with superb swordsmanship. If I leave, millions of people in the Zhao Kingdom will also perish."
Huge clouds in the sky blocked the light, and their immortal appearance was hidden in the darkness.
They didn't speak again until the clouds were blown by the wind.
"What is under this abyss?" Zhao Xianger murmured to himself.
Lu Marry asked: "Can't your Nine Feathers fly over?"
Zhao Xiang'er shook her head, she had already tried it secretly. The whole abyss resisted her arrival.
Lu Jiaojiu said: "It is said that the forbidden land in the Southern Wilderness is extremely dangerous, and it is filled with the remnants of the ancient evil gods."
Zhao Xiang'er said quietly: "Perhaps there are so many beauties everywhere that someone is so happy that he doesn't want to go home."
Lu Marian smiled lightly and said: "If I were him, I would know that there is such a beautiful fiancée waiting for me outside, then wouldn't the rest of the fragrant and soft embrace be all rouge and vulgar powder?"
"I didn't wait for him." After Zhao Xiang'er defended softly, he said tit for tat: "If I thought about having such an icy beauty Master waiting for me to melt away, I would be very reluctant to bear it."
Lu Marry was unmoved and just said: "Fortunately you are not a disciple of the Sword Hall, otherwise you would have been hit by the ruler at this moment."
Zhao Xiang'er didn't want to give in, and said, "Fortunately, your level is quite high, otherwise, I would have smashed your ass by now."
Lu Marion didn't know what she thought of. Her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was a little angry. The sword energy in her cold jade body was like a spring splashing between rocks, splashing into white mist in the sunlight.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at her with the same faintness. For more than a year, she wore a dragon robe and was crowned as the empress. Her temperament had an unconcealable majesty and pride. This majesty was reflected in the sharp eyebrows and dyed The blush on the corners of the lips. Under her slender and blurred eyelashes, her black and white eyes are as bright as mirrors.
Of course, they were just scaring each other and wouldn't give an inch, so naturally they wouldn't really do anything.
"Have you entered the Purple Court?" Lu Marian looked at her and asked.
Zhao Xianger nodded and said, "Yes."
Lu Marian asked: "Is it the battle in Guoguo in late autumn last year?"
Zhao Xiang'er smiled and asked, "Do you know all this?"
"Xiao Ling often tells me about your news, not to mention such a big and heated event." Lu Marian asked: "Did the battle go well?"
Zhao Xianger fell into memories slightly.
This battle was nothing to her.
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In November of last year, on a frosty and dew-heavy day in late autumn, Zhao Xiang'er, carrying an umbrella sword and nine feathers, quietly went to the country of Jin without anyone knowing.
This idea had appeared in her mind very early on, but after Ning Jiujiu's accident, the idea became stronger and stronger, and finally reached the point of being out of control in the late autumn of that year.
In this year, the military strength of Zhao State has become stronger and stronger, and the military armament has gradually caught up with the level of Jin State. The most important thing is the rise of practitioners. Almost every cultivator who has access to the Immortal Realm can When there is a hundred.
But the battle between the two countries is by no means an ordinary comparison of combat power. There are too many dangerous places on the battlefield. Unless you are a great practitioner in the Purple Court Realm, it will be difficult to guarantee your own survival in the chaos. Therefore, even just convincing practitioners to join the army is extremely difficult.
Therefore, although the Jin Kingdom is no longer an invincible behemoth in their eyes, after a real sword fight, it can still only achieve a mutual victory or defeat.
What increased faster than Zhao's military strength was Zhao Xiang'er's state.
In one year, she did not practice seriously, but her realm still improved, and she easily reached the peak of longevity realm, and could break through the purple court realm at any time. But she wanted to find an opportunity.
Until the cherry blossoms bloomed all the time in the country of Jin, she felt a connection with her, and finally decided to go to the country with her sword to cut off that slim chance.
That day, the cold wind swept across the land and the frost killed all the grass.
Zhao Xiang'er came to the outside of the city of Jinguo alone.
The main city of Jin Kingdom is like a gloomy prison. The cavalry is patrolling heavily with heavy armor. There is an endless stream of soldiers walking on the city tower. There are still torches burning during the day, and the archers have not relaxed. The passers-by among them were all silent, and they did not talk to each other after meeting, they just looked at each other. Even if they look at each other, they don't dare to look at each other for too long.
This city has an extremely depressing atmosphere.
This is the capital of the State of Jin.
Zhao Xiang'er took off her cloak outside Jinguo City. She was still wearing the familiar black outfit, capable and graceful, carrying an umbrella on her back and carrying a sword, and she looked very heroic.
Outside the city tower, she stepped on Jiuyu's back, soared into the air, and came to the city wall. So this morning, the whole country of Jin was in excitement.
There are many guards in the imperial city of Jin State. They have special letter towers and can convey news very quickly.
On the city tower, Zhao Xiang'er stood unhurriedly and cut off all the knives and swords that came her way. She wanted to give Jin Guo time to react.
This human dynasty that dominated Nanzhou seemed weak and insignificant in her eyes at this moment.
Although she is intelligent by nature, she doesn't like the art of war. Now, with one person and one sword, she can save many lives in both countries.
The news spread to the country of Jin, and the royal family was shocked, and the whole city was rioted.
The twelve Xuantian ghosts guarding the city of Jin Kingdom will float over the country of Jin one after another, like armored Rakshasa, with their hands covering the towers. They are based on the entire imperial city and are as big as the eyes of a gong. Staring at the girl who suddenly appeared, he showed off his weapons one by one.
These twelve Rakshasa are the city-protecting generals of the Jin Kingdom. According to legend, they can join forces to kill the immortals in the Purple Court Realm.
"You haven't entered the Purple Court Realm yet, and you dare to break into this city without permission. The stupid people of Zhao State support you, worship you, and regard you as the Son of God. I didn't expect that you are always in a high position and you actually believe this ridiculous statement!"
A voice sounded like a bell from the center of the Imperial City.
"When a woman becomes an emperor, she loves to be impulsive." There were also princes from the noble family riding out of the chariot to watch the legendary Empress of Zhao from a distance.
Everyone in the world knew that the empress of the Zhao Kingdom had the appearance of a heavenly being and could captivate the country. Many people worked hard to gain fame just to take a look at her from a distance.
Zhao Xiang'er never moved. She stood quietly, and the swords and iron arrows could not get close to her.
She knew that there were still masters in the country.
There were more and more people below, and the armored Rakshasa figures clinging to the tower looked at her hugely, as if they were looking at a rare but fragile flower.
But the few real masters in the imperial city all looked solemn.
The sun rose in the sky, shining on this fortified city, and also reflected Zhao Xianger's features clearly.
The several princes who came to watch in chariots all had fiery expressions on their faces. All the courtesans in the entire Jin Kingdom seemed to be unable to describe her even remotely. Many people began to shout, telling the Rakshasa not to hurt her and to capture her alive.
The cheers stopped when Zhao Xiang'er jumped off the tower.
The dark nine feathers spread their huge wings in the sky. Although Nine Feathers has no thickness, its silhouette is very beautiful, with seagull-like wings and phoenix-like tail feathers. When it spreads its wings, each exploding feather looks like a sharp sword.
The Rakshasa jumped up one by one and faced the girl.
This day is Jinguo's nightmare.
Snow fell in the city, black snow, and every snowflake was the withered spiritual power of the Rakshasa who protected the country.
They watched helplessly as the girl jumped into the sky and directly attacked the lucid monster dozens of times larger than her with her bare hands. Then the figures on the hill were broken, twisted and collapsed one after another. They took root in the country of Jin, and what they absorbed, It is almost the strength of the whole country of Jin, and every one of them is a spirit in the longevity realm.
But they were both in the realm of longevity, but Zhao Xianger seemed like a real devil, punching them one after another until they were completely destroyed.
Winter seems to have arrived early.
The black snow in the sky fell for a long time before it stopped.
The whole city is cold.
Except for the twelve Rakshasa at this time, Zhao Xiang'er didn't kill anyone. She didn't even pay attention to the princes who had screamed with extremely unpleasant words. She was like a simple killing machine, and the only real target was the old bastard. King Jin who is hiding in the deep palace.
"Your Highness, stop."
Outside the imperial city, all twelve Rakshasa were dead, and not a single arrow from the sky above the imperial city could stick to the hem of her clothes. The black shadow flew through the sky, and after entering the seemingly imaginary imperial city, he was finally stopped by two middle-aged men.
The two middle-aged men were very similar in appearance and clothing.
They are like two mountains pressing in front of the palace.
"Is something wrong?" Zhao Xiang'er rarely spoke.
One of them sighed: "The battle between the two countries will be decided on the battlefield. Your Highness enters the city alone and uses the power of heaven to change the pattern of the world. This is inconsistent with the rules."
Zhao Xianger said: "You thought the territory was too small, so you swallowed up sixteen small countries. You even suppressed Zhao with troops, forced to cede the land, and ate it up. I am different from you. I hate this city, but I don't think about it. Occupy it or destroy it."
She just wanted to kill King Jin, she wanted to put an end to the decades-long grievances of the Zhao Kingdom, and she also wanted to use this opportunity to vent the pent-up sword intent in her heart.
She stepped on the steps and walked upwards.
"What does immortal power and human power have to do with me? I am the empress of the Zhao Kingdom. I am still on earth. Who dares to expel me?" Zhao Xiang'er stood in the middle of them, stopped, and waited for them to take action.
But the two of them looked at each other, sighed, and moved out of the way, instead bowing to Zhao Xianger.
The rest of the Xuanjia heavy army stood on both sides, with spears like a forest, thrust out brightly, and they all pointed at her, but no one took action.
In the deep palace, King Jin, who was too old to be human, was running away. He wanted to blow out all the candlesticks, but accidentally knocked over one, causing a fire to burn, which illuminated his body more clearly.
He shouted for help, prayed for Chang Yingshu's prophecy to come true, and prayed for the gods to come to the world to stabilize the chaos.
But nothing. I don't know if those people were killed or simply frightened, but none of them made a move to stop them.
He became a real loner, and then watched helplessly as the girl walked from the flames.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
This is the last scene that the elderly King Jin saw.
This battle was exaggerated in the following days and described with great fervor, as if the whole city was a battlefield with clanging swords and thundering drums. The Empress of Zhao and the King of Jin lit up their swords and started fighting. Everyone has their own explanation, but in short, they are all mysterious and mysterious.
But in the real story, Zhao Xianger just stabbed him to death with a sword on the steps, and then sat alone on the black gold throne, looking into the distance.
She found everything boring.
Because the world is boring, all those interesting past events seem particularly vivid.
She helped put out the fire in this luxurious King Jin Palace, and then went to the backyard and stood under the iron-stemmed cherry trees that bloomed like snow.
All the items were gathered together, and she entered the Purple Garden realm amidst the blossoming trees and flowers.
She originally had expectations for the Heart Demon Tribulation.
It's just that the inner demon tribulation is more boring than she imagined.
In the realm of inner demon calamity, she discovered the truth about herself at the beginning, and then she walked through life again like a horse and a lantern.
In this life, everyone tried their best to serve her and please her, and all kinds of glitz and luxury were intoxicating. After the clouds passed by, there was nothing worth remembering.
Zhao Xiang'er was extremely calm during the inner demon tribulation. Most of the time, she was still in a familiar country, under a familiar banyan tree, looking into the distance.
A view of more than ten years.
Finally, she reached the age of sixteen. She searched for the shadow in white clothes among the crowds of people, but for some reason she didn't see it.
As if this is reality and those memories are dreams.
The calamity of her inner demon cannot be called a calamity, because in the illusion of inner demon, everyone is paving the way for her, offering gifts eagerly, answering all questions without any confusion.
She failed to meet the boy she could not describe her feelings for when she was sixteen in the fantasy world, so she completely lost interest in this inner demon calamity.
Zhao Xiang'er beheaded the red-tailed old man who was made of paper in the illusion and escaped from the catastrophe.
When she left the inner demon tribulation, behind her, all the people in the illusion knelt down to her in darkness, as if this was not the realm of inner demons, but her kingdom of God.
She is the God who rules over everything, even if she is suffering from inner demons, no one dares to disrespect her in the slightest.
The world remains boring.
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Zhao Xiang'er told her a general story about that year, and Lu Marian listened quietly, occasionally speaking.
After the words were finished, Zhao Xiang'er said goodbye to her.
"Are you leaving?" Lu Married asked.
Zhao Xiang'er knew what she was asking, and she said: "After three years, if he doesn't come, I will go to the Western Kingdom."
Lu Marian asked again: "If he comes back, will you agree to the engagement?"
Zhao Xiang'er said calmly: "He and I may be on the same path, but we are not on the same journey."
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In Duanjie City, the past six months have been particularly long.
Shao Xiaoli sat above the royal palace every day, staring at the sky, unblinkingly watching to see if there were any meteors streaking across the sky, until his eyes felt sore.
During this year, the Broken Boundary City began to rebuild one after another after being shattered. Although it was far from the glory of the past, it finally continued the fire.
Ye Chu went to Xuexia again, but Siming never returned to the city.
So Shao Xiaoli, who was only seventeen years old, took up the important role, and Lord Xueyu served as the new sacred beast totem of the Broken Boundary City. He occasionally went to stand guard in the city and felt the feeling of people's worship.
After half a year of confusion, Shao Xiaoli finally saw the falling shadow in the distance. The shadow was very far away and very faint, like a dry illusion after looking at it for a long time.
But she knew that was the boss.
She didn't have time to put on her most beautiful clothes, so she ran towards the outside of the city.
But she was not the first to arrive.
On this day, Ye Chu and Siming had been waiting for such a result for a long time.
In the snow gorge, Su Yan trees embrace Ye Zhi.
If Ning Changjiu hadn't rescued him, Ye Zhi would have died on the day he collided with Sin Lord.
His health is getting worse and worse, and he can only fall asleep in Su Yanshu's arms every day, and the time he spends showing off his fairy-like beauty is getting shorter and shorter. Most of the time, it is just pieces of burning wood spliced together. A crippled son.
Su Yanshu knew that he was going to die.
But today, Ye Da stood up uncharacteristically and found a magic elixir from somewhere. After swallowing it, he regained some strength like a flashback.
He straightened the flag and left the snow gorge.
Su Yanshu knew that he would not come back this time, so she hugged him from behind and asked, "You actually never liked me, right?"
Ye Di smiled and shook his head: "No."
Su Yanshu's eyes were filled with sadness and he said, "But you clearly don't love me. Who do you like? The woman named Siming? Or do you not love anyone?"
Ye Chu doesn't have any feelings for Si Ming, at most they feel sympathy for each other. What is insurmountable between him and this junior is the struggle between the great ways from beginning to end.
But today, he did go to see her off for the last time.
Ye Dai followed a certain direction and found Ning Jiujiu's broken and fallen body in a piece of sand as quickly as possible.
Ning Jiujiu's body was almost burned, and the original appearance of flesh and blood could not be seen at all. He was lying on the ground, and he could not even feel his breathing. All the bones in this broken body were broken, and he did not know how. Strength and thoughts supported the beating of his heart.
After the New Year's Eve arrived, Si Ming also arrived almost at the same time.
They looked at each other.
"Kill him, we will share the power and fight to the death." Siming said.
Ye Da smiled and asked: "Do you really want to kill him?"
Siming said: "I came here to kill him. Your exquisite heart with seven orifices should be able to distinguish the authenticity of my words."
Ye Da smiled and nodded, saying: "Let's do it then. Seven hundred years of entanglement are now over."
Siming nodded and said, "Let's get started."
They came to Ning Changjiu's body and raised their swords together.
Shao Xiaoli was still running wildly, the sword spirit was still sleeping in his body, and no one could save him.
The sound of a sword piercing the chest was heard.
But it was not Ning Jiujiu's chest that was pierced, but Ye Chu's.
Siming used the sword from the Tianyu Sword Classic. In the past six months, she had already understood that move.
She held the sword and looked at Ye Zi. She still couldn't help but have doubts in her heart, and asked: "Why are you so weak? Why do you dare to come to see me when you are so weak?"
Ye Dai looked at the sword that pierced his chest and smiled: "You finally deceived me."
Siming shook his head gently: "I didn't lie. It's true that I want to kill him, and it's true that I want to kill you."
Ye Da sighed: "If you and I exchanged power, I might have killed you long ago."
His power of authority was far inferior to Si Ming. No matter how smart Si Ming was in recent years, he would not have been fighting for seven hundred years.
Siming said calmly: "That is the me of yesterday, not the me of today."
As she spoke, she pushed out the pitch-black sword in her hand and cut the delicate heart with seven orifices.
Ye Zhi was still smiling when he fell.
He likes snow, but here is a vast desert. This is not the fate he likes, but fate is the sand between his fingers that cannot be grasped. Even if he once held an entire desert in his hands, it would eventually run away. This is the end he will eventually face.
Ye Dai died, but the power of fate did not dissipate, because the little power had been completely wiped out in the battle between the guilty king and the god. What he died now was just an empty puppet. shell. It is precisely because of this that he truly reached the end of his life.
Siming killed this centuries-old enemy, but could not reap the true joy.
She did not continue to kill, but sat cross-legged, holding the black sword across her knees, and looked at the dying young man quietly.
She wanted to wait for Ning Jiujiu to wake up before having a final showdown with him.
Regardless of success or failure, this will be the most important battle in her life.
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