The cold light from Ning Chang's sword swept across the ground, illuminating the room with light. His plain-clothed figure stood in the layers of covered light, as if he was in an ice and snow cave. The light was refracted repeatedly, falling on the white clothes, in the dark hall. Standing in the middle, it's like a dream.
Beside his feet, there were several thin, white sword marks on the floor tiles that were indestructible in the Purple Court realm.
Liu Xiwan looked at him with a complicated expression.
She looked down, at the cloak on the ground, and then at the undulating curves of her body. Although her tight clothes were convenient for fighting, her senior sister forced her to wear them, as if she wanted her to recognize herself clearly. Gender, so Liu Xiwan usually covered her body with a cloak and wrapped it tightly. Especially after seeing Ning Jiujiu, she felt that her move was wise.
Unexpectedly, after the first confrontation, her cloak fell to the ground.
As Ning Jiujiu said, the outcome is not decided. She only lost half a move, and there were still many sword skills that she had not yet used.
It's just like losing the cloak, it's like being stripped of clothes. Even if the other party didn't look at her, her snow-white cheeks were still tinged with a faint rouge color.
"I'm pretending to be a woman!" Liu Xiwan explained forcefully.
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "I understand, Mr. Xitian."
Liu Xiwan took a deep breath and said, "Your swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot, beyond my original expectations. It's very good."
Ning Jiujiu finally turned his head, his eyes slowly fell on her face, and then lightly passed over her body.
The girl is based on the divine Shirogane, and her body naturally has an ingenious beauty. The girl is slender and slender, and the girl's slender waist under the tight clothes is particularly eye-catching. Just looking at it, the winding curves are It seems to contain the amazing beauty of elasticity.
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "You have exceeded my expectations."
Liu Xiwan always felt that he had other intentions. She stood up straight and held the sword in her hand. Her short hair was messy and flying in the sword wind. In the gentle vibration of the sword blade, the snow-white airflow had rolled up spiral smoke trails.
"Stop pretending to be calm in front of me, you are so pretentious. I know better than anyone how rich your psychological activities are." Liu Xiwan looked at his calm face and wanted to crush him with her nails.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Since it is 'know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger', then I guess Mr. Liu is full of confidence."
Liu Xiwan closed her eyes and meditated for a moment, recalling Ning Changjiu's sword strike just now in her mind. She opened her eyes, her eyes brightened a bit, and said: "Strike with all your strength, don't let me down."
Ning Changjiu slowly raised his sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Liu Xiwan. He sighed: "Don't you understand yet? At this moment, you are not testing my strength, but I am testing your depth."
As he spoke, Ning Changjiu turned his sword. The long wind blew out from between the belt and sleeves of his clothes and condensed into a white-scaled dragon, spinning around him. The sound of the sword is also like the roar of ancient dragons.
The sky above Liu Xiwan suddenly opened and thunder fell.
The girl looked up, her pupils narrowed slightly
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Outside the Guling Sect, there are many visitors today. These people all come from affiliated sects that are closer to the Ancient Spirit Sect, and they come to offer the authority held by their respective sects.
Originally, after the ancient spirit sect suffered a catastrophe, many other large subsidiary sects had dissent. Although the order for the ancient spirit sect to take back its authority was issued, there was no response. Most people still chose to wait and see.
It wasn't until Si Ming used thunderous means to nail one of the sect leaders who wanted to gather power by himself to seize power with the Ancient Spirit Sect to Lei Ya, and then destroyed the sect leader's hall with his own hands, killing chickens to scare monkeys, that everyone took action against this sect leader. The new sect master's ruthlessness was belatedly realized, and everyone remained silent, not daring to make any mistakes again.
A large white gauze curtain hangs in the Jiuyou Hall.
A large curtain stood between those who dedicated themselves to authority and Ning Xiaoling.
Those who came to hand over their authority came to the hall in fear and saw the legendary figure of Trusting Lord Ming on the white gauze curtain - a fox shadow so big that it almost filled the entire hall.
The fox shadow's nine tails fluttered like a swaying hellfire. Even though it was separated by a curtain, it still frightened people's soul, and they didn't dare to take another look.
So this is the trusted Lord Ming...
It's just that Lord Ming is said to be a feathered serpent. How could this... be a nine-tailed sky fox
However, this nine-tailed sky fox is so huge that it has been practiced for many years. If it can renew the incense that has been cut off for thousands of years in the underworld, it may be an opportunity for them to ascend to heaven.
Representatives of each major sect handed over their authority one by one.
Si Ming stood in front of the curtain. She was wearing a divine robe and a demon fox mask. The pupils exposed under the mask were like ice.
At this moment, this black-robed woman was like a murderer in their hearts. Her face under the demon fox looked so ferocious and terrifying.
After everyone handed over their authority, they stood in a row. They lowered their heads and looked at each other in private.
Time passed slowly, many people felt unsteady, and beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.
"Great Lord Hades, these are the remains of your crown. Please take a look at it." Siming gently raised his hand and slowly threw up the authority in his hand. The fragments of authority were like dandelion seeds, passing over them. The tall curtain floated towards the dark shadow behind it.
The goddess behind the curtain of this murderous women's team seems to be extremely humble and respectful.
The Divine Fox took over the fragment of authority. That huge shadow is the fear that shakes everyone's heart.
After waiting for a long time, the divine fox slowly spoke: "It's a relic from the Kingdom of Hades. They didn't deceive me."
Hearing this, Siming nodded slightly. She turned around, looked at everyone, and said:
"Mingjun appreciates your honesty. Everyone, please go back."
Everyone was relieved, but they resisted the thought of turning around and leaving. One by one, they saluted and said goodbye to Si Ming. They did not dare to speed up their departure until they left the hall.
After everyone left, Jiuyou Palace returned to tranquility.
Behind the huge fox shadow on the curtain, the girl's sigh of relief could be heard.
Siming waved his hand gently, the curtains dropped, the tall fox shadow disappeared, and the girl fox behind finally revealed her true appearance.
The red and white little fox was sitting on the chair. It was a tiny one. She looked at the woman in the fox mask obediently and blinked, showing no dignity at all.
Siming asked: "How does it feel to be a god?"
Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said: "It should look quite impressive from the outside, but if they knew that there was such a small fox hiding behind, they would probably laugh to death."
Siming said calmly: "It will be good if you get used to it a few more times. You must first believe in yourself that you are the indomitable nine-tailed celestial fox and one of the highest existences in the demon world. As long as you believe it yourself, there is no need to fear others." Don’t believe it? What’s more, you still have a sister who will take care of things for you.”
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and said weakly: "Thank you, Sister Siming, for always helping me."
Siming took off her mask, revealing her face that turned all living beings upside down. She went up the stairs and sat down next to Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling understood and immediately jumped on her shoulders and put her soft His body circled around the woman's neck.
"So good." Siming stroked the fox's tail and smiled lightly.
Ning Xiaoling knew how to assess situations. She immediately put away her sharp claws, put her palms on Siming's shoulders, and gently rubbed her.
Sister Siming is now the top bully here, and no one dares to provoke her. She and her master once plotted a rebellion. She drew the attention of Sister Siming, and then her master used slave patterns to suppress her and forced her to draw another slave pattern. Unfortunately, their scheme was easily seen through and their success fell short. The master and apprentice were both punished together.
Now the master no longer has any rebellious intentions, and is as obedient as a little maid, lying on his back and enduring the humiliation, just waiting for his senior brother to come back.
"I wonder where your senior brother is now." Siming said suddenly.
Ning Xiaoling, who was thinking about her senior brother, was startled. She thought that her idea of waiting for her senior brother to avenge them was revealed. After her tail trembled, she calmed down and whispered: "How do I know, but senior brother?" If you work so hard, it should be pretty quick.”
Siming pinched his fingers and said, "It's been more than a month, and there's still no news on the Tianbang. Ning Changchun can show off his power in front of me, but he really doesn't act like a man if he really wants to do something."
Ning Xiaoling listened to her slandering her senior brother and silently made a note in her heart. She could only agree: "Yeah, next time senior brother comes back, I will talk about him for you."
Siming smiled and said: "Your senior brother is making such slow progress. Maybe he was held back by some pretty little girl. For a while, he was so happy that he forgot about his little junior sister who was in danger."
Ning Xiaoling muttered: "That's not something Xiaoling should worry about. Aren't master and sister worried at all?"
"What am I worried about?" Si Ming's beautiful eyes fell on Ning Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly felt murderous intent. She did not dare to express the idea that Sister Siming was the third wife of her senior brother.
"Third wife?" Siming exclaimed.
Ning Xiaoling's soft body stiffened instantly, and she once again felt the powerful power of the five powerful men.
"No, no." Ning Xiaoling immediately raised her paws in a gesture of surrender: "Not the third wife..."
Si Ming sat on the throne, his slender breasts gently draped, his arms folded around his chest, his temperament was slight, and he asked lightly: "Oh? Do you have anything else to defend?"
Ning Xiaoling knew that bad luck was coming again. She thought about it and asked tentatively: "Is it the eldest wife?"
Si Ming has extended his hand.
Ning Xiaoling immediately said sincerely: "Don't worry, big sister, my senior brother has never been a womanizer. No one can shake my sister's status."
Siming's face became increasingly gloomy.
After a while, the cry of the little fox came from the Jiuyou Palace.
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Tianbang, command tower, full of sword energy.
The thunderous sword energy is like unquenchable anger. It is the sword energy shaken by Ning Changjiu's vibrating blade. His white clothes are like a vibrating stringed harp. In the sound of the piano, the flowing sword energy is more like the rustling of Hu wind, enveloping him. Rolls of swords and angry thunder struck down at the girl's position, forcing her nimble figure to dodge in the thunder and lightning.
She seemed to be dancing on the edge of the sword, but she could never get close to the white dress in her sight.
Ning Jiujiu was not in a hurry, he just stood quietly, pinching the fingers on his left sleeve constantly, changing more than ten different sword techniques in one breath, and small swords with different breaths fell in the air, like one after another. The small arrows sliding across the water caused ripples in the space that were difficult to flatten. Each of them spread out its trajectory and shot towards the girl's figure.
Liu Xiwan's sight was obscured by the opponent's chaotic sword shadow. She tightened her grip, stabilized the sword, let go of the arrogance in her heart, and only treated the opponent as a stronger opponent than herself. In the face of adversity, Find a way to break the situation.
She knew that Ning Jiujiu's move was terrifying and oppressive, but it was also very draining on himself. Although he looked calm and relaxed, his consciousness must be tense, searching for his own flaws.
In this case…
I'll give you a flaw!
Where Liu Xiwan's figure moved, a sword thunder struck down in the air. She deliberately stood half-way, her body collided with the sword thunder, her steps staggered slightly, her breath fluctuated, and her pupils showed a slight look of surprise.
Sure enough, after she failed to dodge the sword thunder, Ning Chang, who had been standing leisurely, moved.
When he is still, he is like a mountain, and when he moves, he is like thunder. After his figure disappeared from the spot, all the accumulated sword intentions in the command building exploded in an instant, making loud noises.
Here we come... Liu Xiwan's expression condensed, and her pupils turned snow-white, reflecting the trajectory of Ning Changyu in the shadow of the heavy sword.
call out!
The moment before Ning Changjiu's figure shot like an arrow, Liu Xiwan staggered away from him with a ghostly footwork. The distance between the two of them closed and then widened in an instant. Liu Xiwan's sword technique had already been pinched in his hand, leaving only the last strike. After she dodged behind Ning Changjiu in small steps, the sword technique was complete.
From Liu Xiwan's sleeves, several rays of Changhong Sword Intent condensed into substance came out and hit Ning Changjiu's back. At the same time, using the traction of these swords to cover up, she simultaneously held out the iron swords in her hands, stabbing His back.
Just when she thought she was about to succeed, she looked at Ning Jiujiu's hand as if she had a tacit understanding, with a solemn expression - he did not hold a sword in his hand.
Where did his sword go
Thinking for only a moment, she subconsciously raised her head. Unexpectedly, a sword was hanging three feet above her head like a god. It fell with her raising her head, and the timing was perfect.
Liu Xiwan's heart was shocked, and she immediately tapped the ground with her toes. She retreated, narrowly avoiding the falling sword.
In this moment of distraction, Ning Jiujiu had already turned around, clenched his fist with his left hand and punched out, using the ape demon's mountain-shaking move to smash the rainbows of sword energy that came towards him. At the same time, he The right hand turned into a palm, with a softness that was completely different from the left fist, like a crane riding the wind and controlling the sky.
His fingers directly grasped the tip of the sword that Liu Xiwan was stabbing at.
The sword in the Sword Pavilion bent under the force and formed an arc like the waning moon.
After the sword blade was stretched to the extreme, Ning Jiujiu stood still and flicked the sword tip with two fingers. Liu Xiwan broke through the barrier too quickly, and finally lost in the pure spiritual competition. The sword straightened, and the accumulated strength forced her figure to retreat, sliding out of the command building and hitting the wall behind her.
Ning Jiujiu grabbed the sword stuck on the ground and chased after it.
Between the two of them, the sword energy was lit like firecrackers and exploded frequently.
But Liu Xiwan's momentum has been at a disadvantage since the plot with the suspended sword. At this moment, she was being pushed every step of the way, and her steps quickly became chaotic.
After Ning Jiujiu chased after her, he did not use his sword, but used his palms to hit her directly on the forehead.
Liu Xiwan failed to avoid the palm, her body became unstable and she fell heavily against the wall.
Ning Jiujiu did not pursue, but stood firm and said slowly: "Whether you do it intentionally or not, a flaw is a flaw. A fish submerged in the water wants to deliberately bite the hook and drag the angler into the water? How stupid... This is the first lesson, do you understand?"
Liu Xiwan looked at his condescending tone and felt angry. She gritted her teeth and whispered: "Insidious villain..."
Ning Jiujiu said: "It seems you still don't understand. I'll teach you another lesson."
Liu Xiwan looked calm. She knew that she was slightly inferior to Ning Changjiu, but the gap would never be big. As long as she was careful, she might have a chance to defeat the enemy with one move. Since Ning Jiujiu can defeat powerful enemies across borders, why can't he defeat him across borders
As soon as this thought came out, Liu Xiwan's sword became even more determined.
She leaned her back against the wall and made a sword-guarding gesture. This is the starting move of Jiange’s secret.
Ning Jiujiu didn't even look at the sword in her hand. He just stopped and stood, holding the sword in his right hand, holding the fingers of his left hand together in front of his chest. On his side, wisps of sword energy condensed into a handleless sword blade.
As soon as the sword edge condensed, they were all thrown at Liu Xiwan.
These sword energy had different angles, like leaves fluttering in the strong wind, following an ethereal and traceless arc, and pounced one by one towards Liu Xiwan's bright red eyebrows.
Liu Xiwan also calmed down and stared at the swords. The killings passed down in her memory and the knowledge of swordsmanship in recent years came to her mind one by one. She immediately spread the sword field around her body, holding the sword in her right hand like a pestle in an array. With a clanking sound, all of Ning Changjiu's sword energy was absorbed. Her sword field bounced away.
She bent her knees slightly, stepped on the wall behind her with her right foot, and suddenly exerted force. Her body was like an arrow on a string, shot out in an instant, and stabbed Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu's sword faced her again, and the sword energy filled her command. Upstairs, the snow-white cold light kept flashing. Affected by the sword's intention, no snow could drift in within a few dozen feet of the tall building.
This scene fell into the eyes of countless people on the long street. Even the second senior sister, who had eyes higher than the sky, looked slightly shocked. She couldn't judge the situation in the building for a while. If it weren't for the rules of the sword pavilion, she would have ignored Tianbangbang Ling's warning and stepped onto the balcony to see what was going on.
In the building, Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan were sword-edging, and the two figures sometimes collided and sometimes staggered, making it difficult to tell the difference for a moment. Their figures were moving faster and faster, and even the continuous afterimages were dragged into flowing lines.
Neither of them had time to say any harsh words, and all their thoughts were focused on the sword.
Liu Xiwan drew her sword vigorously, sweeping away the sword heart that had been suppressed before. In the airtight sword light, her figure shuttled like lightning, and she was actually slightly stronger than Ning Changjiu.
Ning remained silent for a long time, while sealing his sword and turning it back, he made secrets in his sleeves to draw up the swordsmanship of Yujian Tianzong.
Liu Xiwan is very familiar with these moves and knows how to use them every time. The two seemed to have a good understanding of each other, using moves that they were familiar with, and they were inseparable from each other.
In the tacit understanding of the sword moves between the two, Liu Xiwan's sweeping sword movement suddenly stopped, and she turned to lift it towards Ning Changjiu's chest.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand, took the blade with his bare hand again, and clamped the opponent's sword edge between his fingers. But this time was different from that time. Liu Xiwan had the upper hand. She twisted the hilt of the sword, pressed Ning Changjiu's fingers, and pushed the menacing sword against his shoulder.
Ning Jiujiu was forced to retreat again.
Liu Xiwan stepped forward and pursued the victory, using all her strength.
Then Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared like a ghost, her sword failed, she staggered, and almost fell down again.
Ning Jiujiu's figure was reflected in Liu Xiwan's sword. He followed the reflection of the moon in the mirror and escaped into the sword, and appeared at the same place after her sword failed.
The place at this moment was already behind Liu Xiwan.
At this moment, Liu Xiwan finally understood what it was like to be Ning's long-term rival... Even though she knew he would do such a move, she was still caught off guard... Where did she learn these destructive moves? !
The sword failed, Liu Xiwan expected that he would pursue the victory, and directly counterattacked with a sword to predict his sword move.
But Ning Jiujiu is no longer behind him.
A gust of wind passed by the side of my eyes.
Liu Xiwan's shoulders suddenly sank.
Ning Jiujiu's hand was already on her shoulder. His five fingers were like hooks, pressing the girl's shoulder. He focused his fingers, and with a thud, he directly pushed the sword spirit girl to her knees on the ground.
Liu Xiwan held the sword in both hands to support her body, biting her silver teeth, making a gurgling sound. But despite the struggle, his knees still touched the ground.
"My flaw is not a flaw, but a trap. This is the second lesson." Ning Jiujiu said calmly.
Ning Jiujiu said that Liu Xiwan had thought about the truth of his words during the first lesson, but now she found that the other party was clearly humiliating her.
She actually doesn't take Jiangge's reputation seriously. After all, she has only been in the cabinet for half a year, so she doesn't have such a great sense of belonging. She is just a little afraid of the second senior sister... After all, she can't beat her yet.
But she doesn’t want to lose to Ning Jiujiu!
She wants to prove that she is out of blue and cold as water. She wants to prove that she is strong, instead of being lectured by the other party like a child.
Ning Jiujiu felt the murderous intent of the girl suddenly arise under his palm.
"This is the sword I've always wanted to show you."
The girl suddenly stretched out her hand and grasped the sword.
The sword blade cut the palm, and blood beads rolled down between the fingers.
Beneath me, it seemed like a blazing sun was rising from the east mountain, slowly floating in the sky, shining brightly on the mountains.
This is the Heavenly Sword Scripture!
Ning Jiujiu couldn't believe that this was the appearance of the assassination sword of the Tianyu Sword Classic, but the extremely familiar sword moves clearly followed the trajectory of the Sword Classic!
This is Sword Spirit's truly unparalleled move, and it is the foundation of her great path!
After becoming a master, after half a year of enlightenment, she had already shed the appearance of this sword!
The girl did not hold the hilt of the sword.
Although the sword in her hand is a famous sword, how can it compare with her own
She is the most peerless one in the world!
At this moment, Liu Xiwan had an enlightenment in her heart, and the sword's heart became even brighter, and the rainbow light swallowed the sky.
This is the first time she has used this sword, which is of profound significance.
Ning Jiujiu's figure had drifted back. As he retreated, countless lights and shadows were changing all around him. These were the Taoist methods he had learned throughout his life. At this moment, the Taoist methods appeared one after another, and each one was a brilliant brilliance.
Among them are the seals of the Taoist sect, the gods sitting on the road, the true meaning of the sword sect, the virtual sword, the dark sword, the crane sword, the cold front of the sword master snapping his fingers, the dying fall of the old man, and the shadow of the sword rushing into the sky with bright fire. , there is a sword energy gathering brilliance to live towards death, there is a Shura stretching his three heads and six arms, the golden light flows, there is a sword roaring and thundering, shocking hundreds of miles away, and thousands of fires pouring liquid!
In one month, the true meaning of swordsmanship that Ning Changjiu had understood and felt came out, like a real son of god banishing an immortal, with all the shadows on his clothes filled with colors.
Liu Xiwan, on the other hand, used her body as a sword, like silver fire all over the sky, to melt all Ning Changjiu's momentum.
This is her most powerful sword, the root of the sword.
Ning Jiujiu sighed.
Still not strong enough…
He can take this sword.
But if Sword Spirit's sword failed for the first time, her sword heart would have countless cracks, and the original Kangzhuang swordsmanship would be extremely rugged from then on.
He sighed, stretched out his hand, and put his finger to the sword again.
The white sleeves are all broken.
The sky filled with light and shadow exploded into a ball of fire.
Liu Xiwan's sword pierced his finger.
All the moves of the two collided.
The fireworks roared, rose, and finally died.
Ning stood there for a long time, his face pale and his black hair scattered.
The girl looked at him and then at her hands, her expression trembling.
Her fingers are her sword.
"You just... why did you... you!" Liu Xiwan spoke in a trembling voice, her eyes trembling as she hesitated to speak.
Ning Jiujiu smiled, unable to speak.
Liu Xiwan slowly retracted her finger, lowered her head, and screamed: "Is this your third lesson?"
After a long time, she knelt on the ground. She bit her lip and said in a trembling voice: "If you want to be good to me, why did you always provoke me with words before? If you want to be bad to me, why do you deliberately let me help me achieve success?" Kendo? You... you might as well change your name to Ning Youbing!"
As she spoke, she no longer had the arrogance of Ling Ran before, and tears fell down her pretty cheeks.