Among the buildings that looked like a mountain city, the tall tower exuded a shining golden light. The young man in white climbed up the steps, walking along the winding stairs, leading to the highest point of the Tianbang.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and there were many inferences in their words.
A little boy with an immature face was holding a pocket attic in his hands. He looked at the young man in white and shook his head gently.
"Senior brother, can you tell his depth?" Next to the little boy, a dainty little girl asked.
The little boy said: "I saw his eyebrows, so I shook my head."
The little girl asked: "What's wrong with this young man's eyebrows? His eyebrows are very delicate."
"Superficial." The little boy said coldly: "There is frost and snow between his eyebrows. He comes with a sword and can't even protect his body with spiritual energy. How can he be Master Xiaoqiu's opponent?"
Only then did the little girl notice that the young man walking towards her had frost and snow ice crystal particles faintly attached between his eyebrows and hair. They were slowly melting, making his brows and eyes wet, so his face was blown by the cold wind. The pale and slightly dry face looked a little moist, like the mist between the beautiful water and green mountains, with a sense of half-covered confusion.
"Senior brother is still observing carefully." The little girl said: "It's just...he dares to come, he must have someone to rely on, right?"
The little boy said: "There are quite a few people who come to compete on the list, but most of them are just seeking fame and reputation. They want to gain fame through the Heavenly List and the people on the list. Such people may have some abilities, but if they want to win... haha , It’s just wishful thinking.”
"That's right." The little girl nodded.
But this young man looks quite handsome. It's a pity that he will be beaten later, ranging from a black nose and a swollen face to a severe disability.
Xiao Qiucai was defeated by the disciples of Jiange. He had been gathering momentum for several months, and his spear intention was already unstoppable. In the past two months, there have been very few people on the Tianbang list. It seems that even those people who are seeking fame and reputation in the mouth of the senior brother have chosen to avoid his reputation.
The boy in white walked through the building without giving them a second glance.
The little girl snorted coldly and muttered: "Why are you pretending? Are you walking so slowly for fear that others won't remember your face? And without saying a word... do you really think you are a master?"
The little boy said: "Don't look, there is something strange in the Star List... The gods have spoken again, hurry up and interpret it. You will see many more superficial challengers like this in the future, so don't take it to heart."
The little girl hummed and began to copy the words from the Immortal List in their building.
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After a month of driving in wind and snow, Ning Changjiu finally felt a little tired.
He wore plain clothes and carried an ordinary sword on his back. He did not listen to anyone else's rounds. He just walked in sync with his breathing and slowly climbed up the heavenly list.
The tall buildings in Tianbang are covered with snow.
The snow was piled flat and clean, leaving no footprints.
"What's your name?" Xiao Qiu looked at the person coming.
This young man walked too slowly, and he was already a little impatient.
Ning Jiujiu said: "My name is Zhang Jiu, from the Ancient Spirit Sect."
"Zhang Jiu?"
As one of the eight great sects of the Middle Earth, Xiao Qiu certainly understands the Ancient Spirit Sect, but among his peers, the strongest one in the Ancient Spirit Sect seems to have only reached the sixth floor. If he is a younger generation, It is said that only a man named Minglang and a girl named Ning Xiaoling entered the Ziting.
Zhang Jiu... never heard of it.
Xiao Qiu said: "I heard that the Ancient Spirit Sect has encountered a big change."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Yes."
Xiao Qiu looked at his moist eyebrows and hair, smiled, and simply said: "My condolences."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the gun shaft standing in the snow, turned around and walked towards the house.
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The rules of the Tianbang are very simple. The winner of the competition on this floor can go to the top floor to see the spirit of the list. The spirit of the list will give him a long scroll. The winner only needs to write the words he wants to announce to the world on it. .
Therefore, those who seek the rankings do not need to worry about it, just win.
This young man in white came to ask for the ranking. Although it caused quite a stir in the building, most people were still busy with their own affairs. Only a few bored people cast their eyes on the tall building, looking forward to that aloof appearance, with expressions of awe on their faces. The boy who was beaten was kicked out with fists and kicks.
Ning Jiujiu walked into the house.
Xiao Qiu held the gun and turned her back to him.
It was a very strange gun. The gun body was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the long shadows of Xiao Qiu and Ning. It looked so fragile, but it seemed to be able to hold infinite space.
"It's too late for you to leave now. My gun will not be merciful later because of your sect's tragedy." Xiao Qiu said.
"No need." Ning Changjiu said.
Xiao Qiu turned around, looked at him, and said, "I heard that the new head of the Ancient Spirit Sect is a woman?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Yes."
Xiao Qiu said: "Did your sect master order you to come?"
Ning thought for a long time and said, "Yes."
Xiao Qiu laughed: "I guess your sect leader is a peerless beauty, otherwise why would you be willing to risk the damage to the road to come here... Those who risk their lives just for a woman will not end well in the end."
Ning listened to Xiao Qiu's words for a long time. If he hadn't mentioned it, Ning Jiujiu would have even forgotten that Siming was still the head of the Ancient Spirit Sect...
And Lu Marry is the head of Yujian Tianzong.
Hundreds of years ago, the heads of these two sects were still married couples...
Ning Jiujiu thought of these inexplicably, and then bit his teeth, thinking about what might happen in the days when he was gone, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air... It must be that a kind and innocent Marry meets such a cunning and bad woman. I live a life of dire straits every day... If I had known better, I would have kept my marriage with me.
Ning Jiujiu felt a little guilty.
Xiao Qiu looked at his slightly struggling eyes and thought that she had touched the other's sore spot. He smiled lightly and said, "If you want to leave, I won't force you to stay."
It's just that after he leaves, the Guling Sect, which is now empty-handed, will be completely discredited.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "I won't leave."
As he spoke, he slowly drew out his sword and said, "The sect leader said that my sword skills are good and my marksmanship is also good, so you can try it."
Xiao Qiu said: "Your sect leader wants you to die."
He said no more. He held the gun and twisted his wrist.
The tip of the spear pointed downwards, slowly sweeping across the ground in what looked like a gentle arc.
Ning stared at the trajectory of the spear tip for a long time and suddenly asked: "How many swords did it take for the eighth disciple of Jiange to defeat you?"
Xiao Qiu looked stern.
That battle was his glory. After all, for hundreds of years, Jiange disciples had never lost to anyone in the same situation. But this is also a pain point for him, because three months ago, the myth of Jiange disciples being undefeated was broken. It is said that at the Haiguo banquet, a beautiful woman in white defeated the seven disciples of Jiange with a single sword. The seventh disciple asked her name, but did not receive any response. There was a lot of fuss about this matter.
It hurts no matter what if someone else does what you didn't do.
This young man named Zhang Jiu was clearly deliberately exposing his scars.
"You want to disturb my Taoist heart with such vile words?" Xiao Qiu shook his head gently, sighing with hidden anger.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I just wanted to ask."
Xiao Qiu took a deep breath. The tens of thousands of words of that battle appeared in his mind. He calmly said: "Five swords."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said no more.
Xiao Qiu looked at his face and made plans to destroy him.
He held the gun barrel with his arms open, one end of the gun was pressed against his back, and the other end pointed diagonally at the ground. The muscles under his clothes were as relaxed as water. The light in the room was drawn away like the mirror of the gun body and became dim. All the brightness was concentrated on the gun body. At a glance, Xiao Qiu's hand seemed to be holding a beam of light.
Ning didn't look at his gun for a long time. He carefully pulled out the sword from his sheath.
Xiao Qiu looked at his sword and shook his head again.
He could tell at a glance that this was not a real good sword, but just the level of sword worn by the inner disciples of the sect.
"That new sect master of yours is really cruel," Xiao Qiu said.
Ning Jiujiu did not refute, and said: "That's true."
Xiao Qiu frowned, thinking he was weird.
His words are strange, and his swordsmanship is even stranger.
This kind of monster is like an empty city tactic in the art of war - his movements are very simple and full of flaws, just like a swordsman who has just learned.
Xiao Qiu has never met such a person before, so she feels a little weird. But then he thought about it, and his feeling of being unable to attack might just be because the opponent had too many flaws and he didn't know which one to break.
He was very unhappy when he saw the other party's delicate and stern face, so he could no longer bear it.
Suddenly, Xiao Qiu's body bent down. That kind of bending is like pressing down a spring with your fingers, carrying potential power that is ready to explode at any time. His toes moved slightly on the floor, and his steps instantly stabilized. He stared at the opponent's location, tensed his body to the extreme, and exploded in an instant.
The sound of two steps was so fast that there was almost no gap. In the next moment, Xiao Qiu had jumped up suddenly, and his figure was like an eagle in the sky. He raised the transparent and bright mirror spear and swung it at Ning Changjiu's position.
It was a very destructive slashing and sweeping move.
Ning Jiu stood not far from the door.
A strong wind suddenly picked up behind him, and snowflakes rolled in and blew past the side of his face.
The soft snowflakes blowing in the wind and the fierce spear coming in the face form a contradictory beauty.
Ning stared at the gun for a long time.
The spear struck down like thunder and lightning.
Steel chimed.
Xiao Qiu looked slightly strange. He originally thought that the young man would use some strange steps to avoid it, but he never thought that he would directly use the thin blade to catch it.
Ning Jiujiu caught the first shot, the sword blade collided with the gun body, his body shook slightly, and the gun body was bounced away.
Xiao Qiu's expression did not change, he held the gun and waved it away, aiming at Ning Jiujiu's position and swung it down again.
Ning stood there for a long time, turning his wrist, and the sword pierced into the spear, like a butterfly flying into the storm. The sword hit the head of the gun with almost miraculous precision. In the metal sparks aroused, the gun was knocked away by Ning Changjiu's sword again.
Xiao Qiu's figure was in the air and never landed. After the two shots were blocked, Xiao Qiu took advantage of the situation, held the gun with both hands, and swung a huge semi-circle long arc in the air, aiming at Ning Changjiu's head without any fancy, and struck it down with great force.
Ning Jiujiu raised his sword and blocked the air.
The gun body collided with the sword blade, exploding into a cloud of snow-white sword fire that instantly illuminated Ning Jiujiu's pupils white. His body was knocked backwards by the shot, and he was about to break out of the door.
But in the bright white light, Xiao Qiu could clearly see that his eyes were surprisingly calm.
boom!
Xiao Qiu's figure fell to the ground, his clothes bulging high, during which thunder and lightning flowed like a dragon, and abundant power exploded on him with the intention of destruction. He held the spear in both hands and shook it violently. Countless afterimages shone on the mirrored gun body. Those mirrored gun shadows were obviously illusory, but they reflected each other, layer upon layer, and instantly filled the entire room, turning into a huge wave. Like a high wall.
This was his last shot when he faced the eighth disciple of Jiange.
Back then, Zhansi found the real one among his countless gun shadows, and destroyed them with a simple sword, along with the gun shadows all over the sky.
But there is only one eighth disciple of Jiange in the world.
The gun was pressed down like a great tide.
The only thing he didn't understand was why this young man remained indifferent.
Ning Jiujiu raised his sword. This sword left a deep impression on him - Qiu Ziguan's Ascension Sword.
Although Qiu Ziguan's ending was not good, his majestic aura with a smile that was arrogant to the world, no real dragons, fires and phoenixes, only the soaring path was worthy of the title of Sword Master of that era.
Ning held the sword for a long time.
The light of the Golden Crow is attached to the sword, the power of Shura is attached to the sword, and countless kendo insights are attached to the sword. They are like fire, thunder, and candles that are lit in an instant.
Ning looked at the sword for a long time, but was still not satisfied. He shook his wrist.
boom!
Everything on the blade flashed by and turned into darkness, without any metallic luster.
This is the Nether Sword.
But Ning Jiujiu was still not satisfied. He raised his wrist again, and the sword changed its color to blood red, with the intention of cutting through the sea of people and turning it into a mountain of corpses. When he raised his wrist again, the sword was replaced by a fluttering crane, with streaks of white rainbow. On the tip of the sword, the figures of women in snow clothes swayed, drawing the sword and dancing in the wind.
This is a sword technique that Ning Jiujiu learned while watching a woman dance at the Haiguo Banquet, but he has never used it because Lu Jiaojian would probably hit him if he saw it.
All this happened in just a moment.
Xiao Qiu caught this moment, he was surprised and wondering, what kind of ** skill are you doing? Instead of drawing a sword, he was clearly performing a Peking Opera face change on himself.
The sky was full of gun shadows.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head at the same time and held out a sword.
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The air in the room seemed to be sucked out instantly, and the snowflakes outside squeezed in and filled the entire room.
Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared into the snowflakes in the sky.
This was the technique used by True Lord White Crane back then.
When gunshots fill every corner of the house, where can Ning Jiujiu hide
After Xiao Qiu's gun body hit the ground, he immediately put away the gun and looked back. The heavy snow that hits the face is like the fragments of a silver sword. They separate in front of the eyebrows, just like the water flow that staggers after encountering a reef.
Suddenly, a snowflake slowly fell and stopped in front of his eyes.
"Crazy." Xiao Qiu shouted, and without hesitation, he stabbed Xue Hua.
The rest of the afterimages were pressed up at the same time.
But those afterimages did not follow his guidance.
He suddenly discovered that every gun shadow was covered with a piece of snow. These snowflakes are like winter cicadas flapping their wings. They are attached to the gun, so the gun cannot move.
The snowflakes falling in front of his eyes magnified in his field of vision and suddenly exploded in the depths of his pupils.
In the dusty silver shavings, Ning's long-lasting sword struck down like lightning.
This sword contained several completely different auras. Xiao Qiu felt that what he saw in front of him was not one person, but seven disciples from different sects wielding swords at the same time, each displaying their unique skills.
There was no slighting of the enemy in his eyes.
Xiao Qiu ignored the mixed sword intentions. His mind instantly expanded and locked the location of the snowflake.
He is a disciple of Xuandan Holy Pavilion. He practices martial arts and refining medicine every day to be self-sufficient. What he is most proficient in is spearmanship, which is a martial art passed down from his family. His father was a general of a secular dynasty. Although he could not practice, he had made great achievements in battle. Before sending him to the Xuandan Holy Pavilion to practice, his father had privately taught him the secret skills of life and death, which were treasured by his family. . But Xiao Qiu didn't take it to heart.
He knew that his father was a powerful general, but after all, his father was not a monk. Those experiences honed in the human battlefield were more like the persistence of an old man. To deny them would be to deny his father's military life. He took over the spear passed down from his father, but did not use it because the scarred spear was too ordinary compared to this "Shadowless" one.
Now that the shadows of guns in the sky were broken, and a snowflake struck his eyebrows, many of the words the old man said suddenly came to his mind.
He originally thought he had forgotten it.
Snowflakes caught my eyes.
Xiao Qiu roared suddenly, the roar was deep. His body pressed forward, and his shoulders swung huge and powerfully. In the crackling bones, the mirror-like gun body spurted flames and stabbed out like a throw.
Only then did he realize that this was the fastest shot he had ever made in his life. In this shot, his abundant spiritual power and tough muscles were stretched to the extreme.
He even felt that this shot could defeat Zhanji.
Snowflakes are engulfed in flames.
Ning Jiujiu's figure appeared, and his eyes showed approval.
This shot was very fast, but within his time authority, it was as full as an old ox pulling a cart. He spotted the weakest point of the gun body and swung his sword.
The spear was smashed to the ground.
The flame goes out.
Ning Changjiu held a sword in one hand and half of his body was covered in wind and snow.
This was Xiao Qiu's fastest shot. He cracked it with only one move.
Xiao Qiu still maintained the posture of throwing the spear.
He stared blankly at the gun on the ground, wondering why.
"You cherish your life too much." Ning Jiujiu said: "The gun shadows in the sky seem very powerful, but this is not your strength, but your cowardice."
Xiao Qiu's spirit was shaken.
He covered his head and suddenly remembered what he looked like when he was sparring with his father when he was a child. At that time, his bamboo sword was knocked to the ground by his father countless times. His arms were already numb. He cried and said that he didn't want to practice anymore, but his father refused to let him go. He couldn't bear it anymore and threw the bamboo sword violently, and then his body faced his father's wooden sword. The stick pounced on him, shouting and grabbing.
In the end, he won, because his shouts startled his mother, who suddenly bowed down to his ferocious father, touched his head, and acted kindly.
The mental trance should have been fatal, but it also made him enlightened again.
He didn't pick up the gun on the ground, but held it as if he were holding a gun.
He slowly straightened up and stared at Ning for a long time.
"I don't know who you are, but I thank you for not attacking me just now." Xiao Qiu said, "I will repay your kindness with this shot."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently: "It's a good gun."
Xiao Qiu didn't say anything. He used all his strength to throw the shadowless spear.
This shot took all his strength.
Snowflakes were still flying in the house.
Ning stared at the roaring void for a long time and stretched out his finger.
He could have easily avoided it with the Water and Moon in the Mirror technique, but he still chose to take it hard.
The cicada-like snow flapped its wings and gathered from all sides of the house.
Cold snow is a sword.
The visible sword collided with the shadowless gun.
Before Xiao Qiu could react, Xue Chao struck him, and he was slammed up by a force and pressed against the wall.
He slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground.
Snowflakes fell on his hair, clothes, between his eyebrows, and between his lips, drowning him like a snowman.
Xiao Qiu's lips trembled.
He had great enlightenment before life and death, and now he has great energy and energy. However, the two spears that were supposed to turn the tide were easily destroyed by the opponent. Although the young man seemed to have spent some effort, his face was only slightly pale, and even Not even a step back.
"Who...are you?!" Xiao Qiu said in shock.
He had never been so embarrassed.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I am Zhang Jiu."
Xiao Qiu felt that this sentence was like an insult. He couldn't bear the humiliation. He suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a pill.
That is the God-Eating Destruction Pill.
He first became famous because he refined this elixir when he was in the longevity realm.
This elixir will briefly consume the spirit of the ascetic in exchange for power beyond the limits of the body.
This is an elixir that must be taken during a life and death fight. Although Xiao Qiu became famous for it, he has never taken it.
"Don't eat this, it's not good for your health." Ning Jiujiu warned sincerely.
These words completely angered Xiao Qiu. He took the pill, bit it into pieces, and swallowed it.
Xiao Qiu raised his head.
His breath had changed, his pupils were burning with blood-red light, and his body was gushing with hot fire of spiritual power.
He rubbed himself up and suddenly grasped the spear on the ground.
The flames on his body also ignited the barrel of the gun. At this moment, there was no phantom in the gun, but pure and wanton anger.
The two previous enlightenments overlapped.
He held the gun tightly, like an evil ghost meeting the enemy who killed him in life.
This shot can no longer tell whether it is illusion or reality.
"You broke the rules!"
In the sky list, a voice suddenly sounded. The gender could not be distinguished, but it was deafening, almost waking up Xiao Qiu who was lost in the power.
That is the leader of Tianbang.
"It's okay." Ning Jiujiu comforted Bang Ling.
He stared at the shot seriously and did not take it lightly.
Although Xiao Qiu's level was not comparable to that of the other enemies he encountered, with this shot, he had done his best.
Ning Jiujiu's pupils turned into gold, and his white clothes also glowed like lightning.
He held the sword in both hands and slashed into the void somewhere in front of him.
The sword cut through the space like cutting paper.
Fire sprayed out, and the gun that was so fast that it disappeared into the void was cut out again.
The sword pressed against the tip of the spear that was rotating at high speed, and the ghostly energy was like a tarsal maggot, instantly surrounding the spear.
The flames were swallowed up instantly.
The spiritual soldier thought he was dead, stopped spinning, had no strength to fight anymore, and lay softly on the ground.
Xiao Qiu was exhausted and fell to his knees. He stared at the gun and slowly came back to his senses.
"Why... why?" Xiao Qiu had never thought about the process and outcome of this battle.
Ning Jiujiu comforted him: "You did a good job."
Xiao Qiu couldn't accept this answer. It seemed like the teacher was teaching him a lesson...
He was stunned for a long time.
"Why!" He raised his head suddenly, stretched his neck, and asked in an almost roaring voice: "Why can you always see my gun clearly! Why..."
Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said, "Your gun is like a bright mirror, and my heart is like a bright mirror."
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In the wind and snow, Xiao Qiu stumbled out holding the gun.
The gun spirit of this gun came back to its senses and found that it had been deceived. It buzzed, unconvinced, and wanted to fight again.
But Xiao Qiu has neither the strength nor the intention to fight anymore.
Xiao Qiu looked slowly along the stairs.
At this time, he didn't know if he had seen it wrong, but he suddenly discovered that there was also a person climbing up the steps. The person had short hair cut to the neck, his face was both delicate and heroic, and his gender could not be distinguished.
The two walked towards each other and passed each other.
"Who are you?" Xiao Qiu couldn't help but ask.
The man didn't look back, he just walked forward and replied calmly: "The fourteenth disciple of Jiange."