In the temple, on the top of the royal city of Broken Boundary City, the two figures stood facing each other.
Wherever the long wind passes, black and white clothes are rolled up together.
The swords they held in their hands were all iron swords worth 500 coins each in the city.
"The royal city is the battlefield. Those who leave the royal city will lose, and those who hurt passers-by will lose. They are not allowed to use the power of authority to fight with the innate spirits. They can only fight with swords. The loser will be a slave, right?" Siming finally confirmed.
Once this slave war is signed, if either party violates it, the war will take effect directly and be given the slave mark.
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "I have always been a believer, and Miss Xue Ci must be the same."
Siming said: "Xue Ci is my past name. From now on, just call me Si Ming."
Ning Jiujiu hummed and said: "If possible, I still hope there will be no such battle."
"Stage fright before a battle is a taboo of swordsmanship." Siming said.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head slightly and said: "I don't want to fight, but I am not timid to fight."
The dialogue is simple, and so is their first sword.
There seemed to be thunder between the two of them. It was not a real thunder, but a snow-white sword light falling from the sky.
Their swords struck out at the same time, as promised.
The sword swayed in the sky, and every shadow it created was either sharp or soft, sometimes like petals scattered in a goddess's basket, sometimes like tens of thousands of crows flapping their wings at night.
The two figures disappeared from the spot at the same time, and the sound of thunder started and fell silent within an instant.
Three feet, three feet, three inches... Their faces were almost touching each other, and each other's raised hair touched.
The hair was also a sword, vibrating like a string when touched, and it flashed by, cutting a faint line of blood on both of their cheeks.
The person is close to each other, and the sword is also close to each other. In the mirror-like sword body, their eyes are like lightning points touching each other.
Thunder exploded, swords and fire intersected, everything happened in an instant. When they blinked again, the two people who were facing each other had exchanged positions, back to back.
"Your sword has become slower." Siming said.
Ning Jiujiu knew that his sword was indeed slow. In the past, when he drew the sword, he was not focused on anything else, but after the battle with Sin Lord, he was more or less penetrated by the other party's divinity.
This is the divinity of the king. The king is detached from heaven and earth, indifferent to life and death. This is the state of mind he has when he is free. No matter how mysterious it is, it is not suitable for him now.
His sword is not a ruthless sword, and the concepts in his heart cannot be erased by a bit of divinity, so the two states of mind interfere with each other, making it difficult for him to calm down, and the sword naturally becomes a little slower.
This is a fatal score.
The two of them exchanged swords for the first time, and a trace of blood seeped out from Ning Jiujiu's fingers.
This is the first thunder in the Broken Boundary City today.
When the thunder sounded again, the two figures soared down into the sky together. On the roof, the bricks and tiles were shattered and turned into dust when the wind blew.
The two swords clashed violently. Every time there was a flash of fire in the sky, there was the exchange of swords between two people.
The sound of the sword became more and more urgent.
A series of fires lit up in the sky like firecrackers, and their figures appeared and disappeared in it.
And every time Si Ming makes a sword, there will be some remaining power. That remaining power is the sword intention hidden in the air. After the seventy-two swords, these hidden swords suddenly burst out in the air. When Ning Jiujiu reacted, At that time, he was surrounded by seventy-two sword shadows.
Ning did not move rashly for a long time. He knew that the seventy-two sword shadows could not hurt him. He was waiting for the moment when Si Ming drew his sword.
Siming drew his sword.
Siming's sword rushed towards him along with the shadow of the sword. It was a dot at first, and then it shone brightly, covering Ning Jiujiu's white clothes. Ning Jiujiu's tense arms also held the sword and drew it out instantly. At that moment, he closed his eyes, not seeing with his eyes, but using his mental power to expand and capture the bright point in it.
Seventy-two sword intentions exploded into thousands of stars on Ning Jiujiu's white clothes.
Among the stars, Ning locked Si Ming's sword accurately for a long time.
The tips of the two swords touched each other accurately, the sword blades curved, and the two figures were quickly pulled in. Ning Changjiu's left fist hit Siming's face. Siming slapped him with a palm at the same time, and their fists and palms touched each other. The figure approaching the person pulled away instantly.
Si Ming's black robe opened, and his sword moved to the side. While cutting away the remaining strength, he also stabilized his retreating figure. Ning Jiujiu landed on an eaves, pointed his toes, and slid to the edge of the house. stopped.
Ning held his chest for a long time.
He couldn't help but want to draw the sword, but the sword spirit was still sleeping, and the Shura Sword could not exert its peak power. The most important thing is that Siming abandoned his black sword. This act was equivalent to sealing Ning Changjiu's sword. This battle did not matter life or death, so he was not willing to draw the sword against his heart.
This is also a little plan of Siming. She would rather lose some of her advantages, but also block all uncertain possibilities for herself.
Siming didn't give him a chance to breathe.
Her black dress was like leaves blowing from the sky, fluttering lightly, and in an instant it was faster than the wind, and crashed towards Ning Changchun.
Chopping and stabbing, leaping and turning, all the swordsmanship and body skills were activated in an instant. The two figures struggled and then staggered. With each sword strike, Ning Jiujiu was forced to retreat a little. In the blink of an eye, his The figure has been forced from the roof to the ground.
The people in the royal city are already empty. They are all gathered on the wall of the dynasty at this moment, watching this peak battle from a distance, and their hearts are shocked.
Ning Jiujiu was like a dead leaf swept into the long street. He had just fallen to the ground and before he could stand still, Si Ming's sword came at him again. The flashing shadow of the sword illuminated his eyebrows like snow. Ning Jiujiu captured the opposite side in the light and shadow. Although the trajectory of the sword can block most of them, there is no chance to counterattack.
If this continues, Ning Jiujiu will definitely be pressed to death by this stormy sword until the first flaw is revealed.
And once there is a gap in his defensive strength, what awaits him next will be a crushing defeat!
After taking dozens of steps back, Ning Changchun twisted his steps and broke the bricks under his feet. His figure also stopped abruptly, and he bumped into Siming's sword. Siming frowned slightly, thinking, was this because he was sure that he would not kill him
Siming really couldn't kill him, so her sword deviated a little and turned towards the shoulder.
Ning Jiujiu bumped into Si Ming's body, but it was like an illusory shadow.
The breath that Shui Yue managed to gain in the mirror made Ning Changjiu pass through her body like a ghost, then she held the hilt of the sword with her backhand and stabbed behind her.
The sword was extremely fast, but Siming still reacted, and she made a weird back-sword posture.
The sword stuck to Xiu's back, like armor, protecting her body and blocking the lightning-fast sword.
After blocking it, Siming leaned forward, swept his slender body forward, and crashed directly into Ning Jiujiu.
Ning Jiujiu bent back to avoid the leg that cut into his lower abdomen like a knife. At the same time, the tip of his sword stuck in the central axis groove of the opponent's sword also slid upwards and struck Siming's sword-holding hand.
But this time was enough for Si Ming to turn around.
With a flick of his silver hair, Siming turned around, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and pushing the sword body with the other, pressing down on Ning Chang's stabbing sword and pushing it directly towards him.
Ning Jiujiu's realm strength at this moment was not as good as Si Ming's, so he was forced to retreat.
"I underestimated you a lot." Ning Jiujiu said.
Siming said proudly: "My swordsmanship is pretty good."
Seven hundred years ago, she was familiar with almost all the kendo scriptures in the world, but she had the power of time and did not have many opportunities to use the sword. But when it comes to swordsmanship, she is only stronger than Ning Changjiu.
At this moment, their realms are similar. This advantage can allow her to earn more advantages after each confrontation, and this advantage is like an ant nest under the dam. When it reaches the limit, it will be a collapse of the embankment.
Before the chaos in Duanjie City came, Siming had observed Ning Jiujiu for three months, and he was very familiar with Ning Jiujiu's moves.
The two of them only said one word, exchanged breaths, and then the swords were entangled again.
Ning Changjiu's first half of the Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra was handed out one by one at an extremely fast speed. After all the starting swords and auxiliary swords were slashed out, in the thousands of confusing sword shadows, three swords slashed out the overwhelming sword energy, Smashing it down in the air is the three most powerful moves in the Sword Sutra.
In just the blink of an eye, three streaks of white air burst out in front of Siming, the river flowed into the river, the white rainbow penetrated the sun, and the ink rain poured down the basin one by one.
Siming's sword cut through the sword shadow and came to him.
The sword lit up like a thread and fell into Ning Changjiu's eyes, seeming to have split his eyes in half.
"Let me teach you what a real sword is!" Siming's scream sounded in his ears, and the dazzling sword light came like a dragon emerging from the water, piercing Ning Jiujiu's eyebrows.
After careful consideration, Ning chose to retreat.
The sword light kept coming, so he retreated again and again.
Siming's sword made countless astonishing arcs in the air. The silver sword light and the black figure chased Ning for a long time and struck hard. Every dozens of swords could leave a wound on his body.
The two fought all the way from one end of the long street to the other, and Ning Jiujiu was covered in bruises.
On the tower, Shao Xiaoli watched this scene nervously, with his heart in his throat.
This battle for the boss is a one-lose-two-life situation. It is not only related to his dignity, but also to his status in the future. After all, it is extremely difficult for him to stand up through his own efforts, so he has to use the characteristics of a fox and a tiger. Let the boss cover you.
She nervously held the black sword in her hand, but her expression remained unchanged, extremely majestic, like a cold chivalrous woman or a majestic empress, giving people a feeling of being inaccessible.
She now knows a lot about the art of swordsmanship, and she can clearly see that the boss is in decline.
But this can't be entirely blamed on the boss. After all, he has put in so much effort to defeat the sinner. Not only has his authority been broken up, but there are still many hidden injuries in his body and bones that have not healed. This time, he is forced to accept the challenge. How can he do it? Is he a well-prepared opponent of Si Ming
This commander is so shameless!
Shao Xiaoli was so filled with hatred that he wished he could just rush to the tower with his sword to help the boss, and then join forces to tie up Si Ming.
But she was afraid, what if the two of them had never fought before...
She watched without blinking and could only pray silently in her heart.
The remaining survivors also watched this battle. Most of them were cultivators. Most of them had the same feeling of admiration in their hearts for the realm shown by the two men. But regarding this battle, even a child has no suspense.
It was the young man who was injured, it was the young man who vomited blood, and it was still the young man who was forced back by the sword.
"It would take a whole day to kill a cow with a dull knife."
"This boy is already strong enough, but it's a pity that he still can't defeat that witch."
"Hmph, so what if this witch is strong? Can she be our Majesty's opponent? Do you still remember that day when this witch stood next to the king with a low eyebrow, and in the middle of the court meeting, she didn't know why he made your majesty angry, so she was pulled away directly When I got to the back, I was whipped hard, and everyone will never forget the sound, right?"
Shao Xiaoli heard half of it and immediately sealed his ears, looking embarrassed.
Fortunately they will never know the truth.
After Shao Xiaoli calmed down, he heard someone say: "The white clothes are almost turning into bloody clothes, but the witch is still spotless. It seems that there is no suspense anymore."
Shao Xiaoli couldn't bear it any longer, turned his head away coldly, and said, "What do you know? Black clothes can only withstand stains."
"..." The man was frightened and said quickly: "Your Majesty is right!"
But Shao Xiaoli's favoritism cannot give Ning a chance to win for a long time.
Without the domineering and fancy authority, their battle is just a fight between longevity realms, a symphony of swords and swords.
"Originally I just wanted to defeat you, but you were so angry and said that the loser is a slave. I don't know who gave you the courage!" During the fight, Si Ming slashed open with his sword, and the light of the sword was like the moon held out in the sea of clouds.
Ning Jiujiu's Shura body can resist the unnecessary flow of sword intent, but it cannot resist the sharp edge of the sword.
When Ning Jiujiu fell out of the full moon, he received three more wounds on his body.
His expression was still calm, but this calmness was rapidly disintegrating and melting like snow under the scorching sun.
Si Ming used all the same tricks, and many of the swords he used were moves that were rare a thousand years ago, and the strange changes in them caught people off guard.
Lord Xueyu on the city wall stood with his head held high, but he was uneasy in his heart, thinking that this time Uncle Ning was really going to capsize. It was afraid that Siming would see it and remember some grudges, so it shrank back unconsciously. While looking at the people around it, it still acted like the God of Light, the guardian of the city.
"Is that all you have? Do you rely on this kind of sword to defeat the guilty king?" Siming stimulated him with his words.
Ning had no time to answer for a long time, he stuck to his heart. If the state of mind is chaotic, the sword will also be chaotic.
He can't mess up at all.
The figures of the two people were close again, and the sword light was only within an inch of each other.
"Your sword is too slow." Siming flicked the sword with his hand, then snatched it away by his throat.
"Where's that sword? Where's the sure-kill sword?!" Siming's voice sounded like the wind of a sword.
Such provocative words, with their cadence and strange power, really penetrated into Ning Jiujiu's heart.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but said: "What else can you do besides provocation?"
"Huh? What else? If you win, won't I have a chance to know?" A smile appeared on Siming's face. She came in front of him and pressed her sword against him, breaking up the strength he had finally gathered. He knocked it away with his sword again.
Ning Changjiu's figure floated away, tearing several red lanterns apart along the way.
Ning took a deep breath. The remaining divinity of Sin Lord was like a very discordant note, disrupting the entire tune.
In order to maintain his mood, he immediately withdrew and ran towards the outside of the city.
Si Ming quickly followed.
It was evening now, and the night was about to pass. If Ning had no means of victory for a long time, he would really have no chance at all.
Siming also did not wait boredly for the night to come.
She chased after him.
Ning Jiujiu used the hidden breath technique and kept hiding in the winding royal city.
He didn't seem to know how strong Si Ming was in the dark night, and he even felt like he was deliberately delaying the opponent's time, for fear that she wouldn't win.
Shao Xiaoli stared at the city anxiously.
The sky was getting darker and darker, the wind was getting colder and colder, but her palms were covered in sweat.
In her mind, she had already thought about the tragic fate of herself and her boss, who would become Siming's maid and the other Siming's slave after tonight.
Finally, the battle took a turn on a long street.
Ning fired hundreds of swords for a long time, and finally found a chance to breathe. He silently recited the true technique in his heart, and then struck out with that sword.
Shao Xiaoli's sinking heart suddenly lifted up. She knew that this was the boss's trick to suppress the situation, and she had been waiting for this sword.
The boss never strikes out rashly with this sword, he must choose the best time. Haha, it seems that Si Ming, a bad woman...
Her thoughts were frozen.
After a while, she realized that the boss did not do it because the time was right, but because he had no choice but to do it.
This sword fell in front of Siming's eyes like an autumn leaf blown by the wind.
Siming really pinched it like an autumn leaf.
"You can't use the same move too many times." Siming regretfully broke the tip of his sword, gave some good advice, and then slapped it with his palm.
Ning Jiujiu could no longer resist, so he knocked open the door behind him and fell into the yard.
Siming's figure also swept into the door.
The mansion was too far away, and the newly built walls were a bit high, so they couldn't clearly see what was happening inside, but everyone knew that the outcome was doomed, and the boy in white would no longer have any chance of winning.
Shao Xiaoli sees the current battle situation more clearly than others.
Unless a miracle happens, the boss will no longer be able to get out of the Three Swords under Siming's sword.
Soon, the crisscrossing sword shadows above the house became silent, and the movement inside also disappeared.
Night came as promised.
When Shao Xiaoli walked down the city wall dejectedly, Si Ming and Ning Changjiu walked out side by side through the broken door.
Ning Chang was covered in blood and his steps were a little unsteady. He turned his head and looked at Shao Xiaoli on the city wall through the night, with an unclear expression.
The miracle didn't seem to happen.
Shao Xiaoli immediately dismissed everyone. She was afraid that Siming would go crazy and punish herself directly in front of them.
She followed with her sword and walked carefully behind the two of them.
The sight of Ning Jiujiu's slumped back in bloody clothes made her feel a little distressed.
The boss is obviously so powerful. The sinner was even beaten away by the boss. This bad woman is obviously taking advantage of others' danger and cannot win with force!
She thought angrily, and then spoke softly, "Master, this is your sword. I have kept it well for you. It is not damaged at all."
Siming remained cold and ignored the sword she handed over.
They walked to the palace together in tacit understanding.
Only the three of them were left in the cold palace.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet.
"I'm going to light a candle." Shao Xiaoli said in a low voice to ease the embarrassment. She is obviously a king, but her status is the lowest among the three.
While she was lighting candles, she was thinking about how to please Si Ming later, comfort her boss, and convey some of her experience as a slave.
She lit the candle, turned around, shrugged her shoulders, and was shocked.
The scene in front of her was so shocking that her eyes almost popped out.
Ning, half covered in blood, was seen standing for a long time, with his back to Si Ming.
Siming didn't know when she had lifted up the front of her black dress, and knelt down on the ground. Her long, silky silver hair fell down, covering her almost perfect dimples. She lowered her head slightly, The snow-white neck is like a bowed swan.
At this moment, her pride and dignity had not faded, but she was kneeling in front of a man in such a humble manner, as if she was just a maid who was allowed to be beaten and scolded.
"This..." Shao Xiaoli finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What's going on?"
Could it be that the boss secretly bewitched Si Ming? This...is this a bit sinister
Ning Jiujiu turned his head and finally smiled at Shao Xiaoli.
Si Ming, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the ground with his eyes lowered and said, "I was the one who failed."
"Ah?" Shao Xiaoli was even more surprised when he saw that Siming was still awake, and said, "What the hell happened?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Don't you think the location of the house we entered earlier is a bit familiar?"
Shao Xiaoli was stunned. After a brief recollection, she remembered that the house they broke into earlier did seem familiar
wrong! That was clearly my former home!
It's just that this house was destroyed once and renovated, so she didn't recognize it at the first time!
But what can this change
The time went back more than half a year ago, when Siming and Ning Jiujiu had their first real fight. Siming had visited Shao Xiaoli's home. During that visit, she pointed out many traps and formations laid by Ning Jiujiu. Among them, The first one is the golden thread formation buried underground.
At that time, she pulled out these threads and placed them in the palm of her hand. In order to show her confidence and destroy Ning Changjiu's will, she only broke them but did not destroy them.
This formation has been buried in the ground.
There is no such thing as idle chess in life, there are foreshadowings everywhere.
She finally paid the price for her confidence today.
Previously, Si Ming chased into the courtyard with a sword. When he saw Ning Changjiu's familiar eyes, he realized that something was wrong. Unfortunately, it was too late. The golden line formation had already been activated. When her foot hit the ground, her ankle was hit. The golden thread is entangled, and there is no way to retreat.
In fact, she still had many opportunities at that time, but she made the wrong choice.
Seven hundred years of instinct prevented her from using the power of time.
Those golden threads returned to the ground, but she also violated the rules in the gauntlet.
This battle was a real contract. The moment she lost, slave marks formed automatically somewhere on her body, declaring her defeat.
Shao Xiaoli listened dumbfounded. She looked at Si Ming, who was on the ground with a low eyebrow, and finally realized that the boss had really won.
She will no longer be a slave, but will become a master!
Her temperament suddenly changed. She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. She originally wanted to take revenge viciously, but then she remembered that Siming had not broken the curse by herself. After all, she felt a little soft-hearted and just said: "Let me see your slave." Pattern."
Siming bit his jade red lips tightly with his teeth, the unwillingness in his ice eyes appeared and then dissipated.
Finally, she responded in a low voice: "Yes."
The black robe fell to the ground in an uproar.
Shao Xiaoli's heartbeat immediately accelerated. She swallowed and had to admit that she admired Sister Siming's body. If the boss hadn't been present, she might have been unable to help but pounce on her.
Shao Xiaoli glanced from top to bottom and asked: "Where is it?"
Si Ming's beautiful eyes closed slightly, and after sighing, he gently parted his legs, and Shao Xiaoli looked through the dark shadows.
"It turns out...it's in the tiger's mouth." Shao Xiaoli stared at the inside of her right leg and marveled. She thought about it again and again, but she still couldn't hold back and touched it with her hand.
"Don't touch!" Siming wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Shao Xiaoli's slender jade fingers touched it and pressed lightly.
Her legs tightened, and the electric current in the slave lines penetrated Siming's body. She threw her head back and moaned like a dying swan.
After a while, Shao Xiaoli broke free of his little hand, went out silently, and went to the river with a blushing face.
Si Ming half fell to the ground. She looked at Ning Changjiu without saying a word.
Ning Jiujiu turned around, put on the black robe for her, then helped her up from the ground, and said: "Don't worry, Nu Wen just promised you not to kill me. You are kind to me, and I won't touch you." .”
Siming recalled what Ye Ning had said for a long time in Xuexia, and sneered: "You're just pretending to be a gentleman."
Ning Changjiu said: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. We'll set off tomorrow and we'll leave here together."
Siming grabbed the edge of his black clothes to cover the slave lines on his legs, feeling reluctance and shame, as well as a hint of other special emotions, swirling in his heart.
Her eyes flickered, unsure if Ning Jiujiu was lying to herself.
Of course it was acceptable for her to set off tomorrow. If Ning Jiujiu said it was true, she wished she could leave the city right now.
Siming suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where is that little girl? Do you want to take her with you?"
"Let's see if Xiao Li wants to come." Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "If she wants to come, I can't stop her. It's just a chance for you to strengthen your relationship."
Siming's face turned pale.
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