Beside the wine table, behind the dilapidated pavilion, the dripping ice hanging from the corner of the eaves instantly shattered into countless pieces, turning into crystals that refracted sunlight and scattered in the air. Along with the sword energy, it swept into the cold And the furious storm.
In the flying crane's sword intention, the sword energy was like a wild beast out of its cage, with a decisive killing intent, and it rushed towards Ning Jiujiu's back with overwhelming momentum.
Ning Changjiu moved from the moment he felt the murderous intention.
He wanted to rely on the exchange of reality and reality between the water and the moon in the mirror, but under the suppression of the other party's powerful Tao realm, both the ice, snow and lake were obscured by the sword energy, unable to reflect his shadow at all.
Ning Jiujiu leaned forward, his back almost sliding against the tip of the sword. At the same time, he turned back, raised his arm sleeves, and pointed.
So when Bai He's sword energy approached, countless sword lights suddenly erupted on Ning Jiujiu's clothes.
Just like when he faced Liu Xiwan in the command building, the Taoist seals, spiritual secrets, sword sect secrets, and thousands of spiritual swordsmanship were like tornadoes gathering in the sea of consciousness, all activated with his simple finger. It bloomed yellow and purple in front of him, like the peaks burning in the sunset in autumn.
Although Ning Changjiu's sword was struck later, his momentum was not lost at all.
The two collided instantly.
roar!
The light that explodes is like a strong wind that wraps up countless snow-white confetti and rages around.
All the delicate wooden structures of this dilapidated pavilion, which had been standing for who knows how many years, were instantly crushed and destroyed by the spiritual power, and a white-wave-like storm swept around it.
The frozen lake surface exploded at the same time. The thick ice layer was like the back of a snow cow, pushing up high and opening countless cracks. A large amount of lake water gushes out from the cracks, waves surging and vibrating like a fountain. Xiang Yunxiao.
This encounter in the wilderness started without warning, and an explosion occurred in an instant, destroying everything around it by surprise.
Ning Jiujiu's virtual sword was also shattered by the flow of spiritual power. After all, he couldn't control a good sword that was worthy of his status. What the other party held was the "Ming" sword of the Xuan Ming Sect, regardless of its quality. Both his level and his own spiritual power are far higher than him.
Therefore, in this grand sword duel, even if Ning Jiujiu tried his best, he still felt like he was hitting a stone with an egg.
After the collision, True Lord White Crane's powerful killing intent was not neutralized. He was seen standing on the cold lake, holding the sword that looked like heavy snow in his hand, pressing his fingers against the handle, and pushing forward indifferently.
He didn't give Ning Jiujiu any chance to breathe, and the turbulent sword intent pressed forward again like an angry dragon.
Ning Jiujiu pursed his lips, and the huge spiritual load forced the veins on his forehead to explode and beat wildly.
Lord Bai He's sword was instantly pushed to his eyes.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath and suddenly took a step forward, not retreating but advancing. He didn't have time to imitate the sword move, so he just blasted away with a simple punch. On the tip of the fist, layers of spiritual power were shaken out, slightly weakening the power of True Lord White Crane's sword.
He took this moment to take off the sword from his waist with his left hand, holding the scabbard and wiping it across like a dagger.
The tip of Zhenjun Baihe's sword hit the scabbard.
Ning Jiujiu closed his fist, holding the scabbard with one hand and pressing the hilt with the other, using it as a shield to block the opponent's attack.
The sword in his hand was the sword of the Sword Pavilion. The second senior sister's sword was baptized by the sword's will, and it buzzed in the sheath, like a cicada hissing in the autumn wind of a dead willow.
This sword seemed to ignite the will to fight.
The long-lost face of True Lord Bai He stared at Ning Jiujiu silently through the sword energy and water shadow. Zhenjun has become much thinner than he was a few months ago. His original appearance of immortal Taoist bones has turned white and withered, his eyebrows have turned gray, and his body has become thinner and skinny, like a snow-white Taoist robe tightly wrapped around dry bones.
And all of this is thanks to the three people who suddenly broke into the sect.
After he escaped by chance that day, he never dared to return to the mountain again. His realm was damaged and his path was almost destroyed.
He knew that his life was probably going to end like this... suddenly falling from the top to the bottom, how could he be willing to accept it? He was determined to take revenge. Although his cultivation is broken, he has finally entered the realm of the five realms. Even if he cannot kill the silver-haired female devil, it should be more than enough to kill another pair of Taoists.
He paid attention to this young man when he entered the Heavenly Ranking. He waited outside for several months, placed sentry posts on every necessary road, and then selected this place as the place to intercept.
He had waited too long, so he was prepared to kill him with one blow!
But the sword in the opponent's hand became a variable.
"Is this the sword of the sword pavilion?" Although Zhenjun Baihe's heart was almost turned to ashes, he still couldn't help but tremble when he saw this ancient sword of the sword pavilion.
On normal days, he would never take action against the person holding the sword of the sword pavilion, but at this moment, he was willing to die.
The main sword was pressed against Ning Changjiu's scabbard, entangled with it. True Monarch White Crane flipped his backhand and condensed a few grains of sword energy with a technique like reaching for stars. The sword energy rose and fell with the movement of his hand, and then popped out one by one between his fingers, and skyrocketed in the air, like a ball. The sky thunder followed different trajectories and hit Ning Changjiu one after another.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and held it tightly with the scabbard. The palm of his hand holding the sword was burned red by the overflowing sword energy, and the veins on his wrist popped out like a low and twisting dragon snake.
When the sword energy struck down like a thunder from the sky, Ning Jiujiu let out a loud shout, and the Shura magic as a pressure had to be used in advance. Thousands of golden lights stretched behind him, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds, and the huge Shura body rose up ferociously, forming a majestic army. Roaring like that, waving his fists and palms, he smashed into the sky with great force, scattering the thunder.
True Monarch Bai He, who had never taken the initiative to approach with his figure, looked at the huge golden dharma body, and his old eyes turned into a gleam.
This was the magic—the thing he was afraid of.
True Monarch White Crane knew that this was the 'turtle shell' of the young man in white. It was difficult for ordinary people to extract the head of this old turtle. Only by removing the armor and shelling could he kill it.
True Monarch Bai He flicked his fingers, the Taoist formulas changed, and his figure pressed forward at the same time.
Under the stone foundation of the ruined pavilion, his clothes were fluttering in the water. As his figure moved, a huge force pulled the lake water up, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ning Changjiu's place.
I would rather not be able to breathe for a long time.
In the command building, he showed great style when facing off against those who came to challenge him. No matter which sect he belongs to, no matter how famous he is outside, or what kind of fairy monk he is, there is not much difference in front of him.
But there is a huge gap between Wudao Realm and Ziting.
This is a state that has been polished over decades and hundreds of years.
A monk only lives a few years or a hundred years...
The surging lake water brought up by True Lord White Crane is the blood and tears of his half life.
Ning Jiujiang raised his head and frowned. True Monarch White Crane's spiritual power was like bone nails being driven out of his body, surrounding him, locking up all his escaping energy.
Ning Jiujiu had no way to retreat. He gave up all thoughts of retreat, opened his sword eyes, and stared at the coming tide.
From the wall of flowing water, crane shadows flew out.
Shura clenched his fist and swung it towards the flying crane's circling trajectory.
The huge wave collided with Ning Changjiu.
The wall of the lake collided with Ning Jiujiu's golden Shura body, and the golden light seeped into the water. The lake water instantly condensed into thousands of water droplets, which collided with each other and exploded instantly.
Ning Jiujiu's muffled groan was swallowed up in the loud rumbling noise.
He opened his sword eyes and looked for Master Bai He's attack point to draw his sword, but the water in the half of the lake was still filled with tens of millions of giant palms, with unimaginable power, instantly smashing his body into the bottom of the lake!
Ning Jiujiu's figure fell.
The lake water relieved a lot of the pressure on his chest.
Soon, his back hit the rock. The slippery moss on the reef was crushed and floated up, along with countless dead fish washing up into the livid water.
His sea of consciousness spreads out like a net, catching the trajectory of murderous intent.
Before he could take a breath, countless snow-white crane silhouettes scurried towards him in the water like swimming fish.
He still had no time to take a breath, and his figure sank, clinging to the bottom of the lake full of mud snails, and fled quickly. At the same time, he searched for the true location of Baihe Zhenren at the source of countless crane shadows' power.
Master Bai He is not like the battle with Si Ming a few months ago, where his realm was suppressed and his hands were tied everywhere. Although his realm is broken now, it is enough to suppress Ning for a long time, enough for him to use what he has learned throughout his life and show off his skills.
The movement of the crane shadow's wings was as slow as a butterfly, but as fast as a shadow. It immediately chased Ning Changjiu, and one after another they clung to his white clothes, like flowers growing from the skirt of his clothes.
The white flowers turned into blood flowers.
Streams of blood bloomed in the dark water, and were instantly dispersed by the turbulence.
Shura's golden body is a power between spirit and substance. It enveloped Ning Changjiu's half-body, ignoring the resistance of the water flow, and still kept punching, carving out many huge holes at the bottom of the lake, but the flying cranes were like mosquitoes and flies. Countless, scattered and then gathered again, in an endless stream.
Ning didn't look back for a long time. He walked close to the bottom of the lake, the sword of the sword pavilion in his hand buzzing, as if mocking the master's cowardice.
He remained unmoved, and his figure changed and flew across the bottom of the lake. Wherever he passed, rocks exploded, and broken shells rushed toward the glowing water surface along the current.
Ning Jiujiu's figure swept upwards and emerged from the lake. The shadows of cranes continued to chase after him.
On the lake, the white-haired old man didn't know when he had arrived. He had anticipated everything, and stood where Ning Jiujiu broke out of the water, with a cold smile on his face.
The sword intent contained in his arms was unsheathed a few inches at the same time.
This was a sword that was caught off guard. The sword energy instantly illuminated Ning Changjiu's eyebrows. It was silent and as fast as thunder and lightning, and it stabbed towards the young man's throat without any hindrance.
Ning Jiujiu seemed to have expected his arrival. When the sword struck, the sword of the sword pavilion in his hand had also been unsheathed, and the surging sword intent was released, and his momentum was not lost at all.
shake!
It was actually Ning Changjiu's sword power that overpowered True Lord Bai He.
True Monarch Bai He's sword collapsed, and his body was broken across the waist by Ning Changjiu.
A paper crane fell to the ground.
Not flesh and blood!
Ning Changjiu's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly raised his head, and in the sky, a crane floated down. The figure seemed to be very slow, but it passed through many spaces and reached the top of his head in an instant.
Ning Jiujiu did not defend himself because his intuition told him that this was also a lie.
He looked at his feet.
At his feet, the white cranes that had been chasing after him coalesced into one body and flew out of the water, just like the white cranes were emptying out.
Crane Shadow arrives.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time.
Shui Yue's mysterious magic in the mirror was activated, and he changed places with the reflection in the lake. During the transformation of reality and reality, True Lord White Crane jumped into the air, and the shadows in the sky and water overlapped, turning into a real crane.
Ning didn't adjust his breath for a long time. When the cranes gathered together, he had already handed out the first counterattack sword.
The shadow of the virtual sword broke through the water, and with the sound of the sword roaring like a tiger and a dragon, it pressed towards the location of True Lord White Crane.
True Lord White Crane flutters his wings and falls.
The feathers turned into shields, and they neutralized the attacking sword energy one by one.
And Ning Changjiu, who was carrying the body of Shura, also swooped out of the water with a sword. Like a huge whale, he opened his mouth with thick fangs and bit at True Monarch White Crane.
"You still have some energy left?" True Lord Bai He frowned slightly, realizing that he still underestimated his opponent.
He knew that the other party was extremely extraordinary, and that extraordinaryness was not the extraordinaryness of being born into a famous family, but the extraordinaryness of being truly unique.
He has practiced Taoism in Xuanming Mountain for many years and has seen countless disciples with amazing talents, but he has never seen such outstanding talent and calm eyes. Even though the two of them were separated by a huge realm, this feeling still made True Lord Bai He fearful.
Although his realm is lower than his own, the look he looks at him is always condescending.
This kind of gaze only comes from time...
Unless the other party has reached a higher realm than yourself, how could it be like this? Is it the magic of rejuvenation or reincarnation
True Lord Bai He had a strange thought. But the enemy of life and death cannot be distracted.
Shura's body was already pressing down on him. He looked at this golden behemoth and pushed the sword out of its sheath again.
Since the assassination, True Lord Bai He has used many swords in the contest between the two, but except for the first sword, he has never completely unsheathed the sword.
He is always building momentum.
He wanted to wait until his energy and energy reached its peak, and then directly use the lightning sword to eliminate all the opponent's vitality.
Ning Jiujiu also knows his methods, and he also wants to suppress the other party's methods.
boom!
Shura's giant fist came forward under the cover of his flying sword and directly hit the opponent's sword hilt, forcing the undrawn sword back into its sheath.
The cloud of white feathers surrounding Ning Changchun's body was scattered with a punch.
The figure of True Lord White Crane reappeared.
He looked at Ning Changjiu, sighed, and said leisurely: "My whole life has been ruined by you."
Ning Changjiu's sword and Shura's fist met again. His face was cold and his words were hoarse: "It was our negligence that we failed to kill you directly last time."
"Alas..." True Lord White Crane sighed again. He dropped his sword like rain, covering the lake where Ning Changjiu was, and said: "We could have talked about it originally, but who would have thought that you guys went straight into the cave without any explanation, and even killed True Lord Jiaolu... Regardless of whether your ambition is to seek enlightenment from Heaven or to compete in the Middle Earth, this kind of behavior will only make you countless enemies."
Ning Changjiu resisted the other party's attacks and looked for loopholes in his moves. He ignored True Lord Bai He's words and said expressionlessly: "The higher the realm, the more I feel that the whole world should pity your lives. Any major event, I should ask you what you mean, the secular world of the Immortal Sect is about to be overturned in the palm of your hand... You ascetics of the Immortal Sect, your life is just too smooth!"
On that day, the Dianhuan Sect sealed off the mountain with the Immortal Killing Tower to block their way, forcing them to fall into the situation of the Sea Kingdom. They almost died. In the aftermath, there are countless ordinary people who were killed or injured...
Ning Changjiu was furious, and Shura's giant fist kept swinging towards the sky with endless momentum, making countless thunder sounds.
True Monarch White Crane lowered his sword in the clouds, and each sword slash struck an almost perfect arc. He approached as fast as lightning, and cut off his figure until he fled in embarrassment.
On the large lake behind him, the water curtain sounded endlessly, like a heavy rain flowing against the current.
Golden and white figures intertwined uncertainly among them, making the sky dim and the earth dark.
Although Ning Jiujiu's Qi sea was deep, it could not withstand his punches and swords.
The overflowing spiritual power evaporated around him and turned into a large amount of white gas.
Ning Chang's sword eyes were fixed on the whereabouts of True Monarch Bai He, and he pinched the sword formula in his sleeves. Thousands of sword shadows gathered on his fingertips, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky.
Lord White Crane sneered. His figure changed in the air, sometimes turning into a sword and sometimes becoming a human being. He used layers of moves to digest Ning's long-planned blow.
"Oh, it seems that I can't kill you." The figure of True Lord White Crane hovered leisurely and flew down to the water: "It's time for you, a young boy, to see what is the Five Realms and what is standing between Ziting and Ziting. The ladder to heaven between the five paths.”
As he spoke, he focused his eyes and cut off all the flames of his thoughts.
A huge warning sign faintly emerged in Ning Jiujiu's heart, instantly arousing goosebumps on his body.
He stabilized his swaying mind and looked at True Lord White Crane in the sky.
Around True Monarch Bai He, the light seemed to have stopped flowing.
With the crane in the center, an illusory world is built around it, and it is like a god statue or totem in that world.
Under the white crane, countless feather blade storms swept across.
The power cultivated by True Lord White Crane is similar to freezing.
At the same time, he also glimpsed some power in the sky.
That is the ownerless power of Zhulong after his death.
These two broken powers met in the air, and the feather blades that exploded were all covered with a faint glimmer of light. This light looked beautiful, and at a glance it reminded people of death and heaven.
Ning looked around for a long time.
The opponent's domain is far larger than what you can display.
He still had no way out.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head, and the light condensed in his eyes.
He raised his huge sleeves.
The two sleeves are like clouds rising from both sides of the body.
Every cloud contains everything.
He once again brought out what he had learned all his life, and all knowledge and Taoism were turned into real concrete objects, blocking him one by one, like countless mirages hanging high above.
Lord White Crane looked at the young man standing on the lake and shook his head slightly.
"The fight between trapped beasts."
He said this, then stretched out two fingers and pushed the sword out of its sheath.
The sword was completely unsheathed and submerged among the white feathers in the sky.
This sword is like a mold, and the white jade in the sky is like silver water.
Silver water was poured into the mold and turned into a sword.
The real figure of Baihe hangs in the sky, like the sun in the sky.
A terrifying sword intent that almost covered half of the lake fell from the sky and hit Ning Changjiu's location.
At the same time, True Lord White Crane in the clouds continued to snap his fingers lightly, like a judge sitting on a high seat, in charge of life and death.
Several rays of pure sword intent fell down and exploded in clusters on his arms and shoulders, causing his clothes to shatter and causing blood to flow freely.
The sword energy in the middle has pressed on Ning Jiuchuan's head, tearing away those concrete meanings like a crushing force, and then like a giant palm pressing his head, slowly pressing him down towards the bottom of the lake.
Bang bang bang. Several consecutive explosions shook the lake.
The shape of the entire water surface is like the concave surface of a bowl.
Ning stands in the center for a long time, with overflowing water flowing down like a dragon.
There was a final, earth-shattering loud noise.
Everything exploded.
Ning Jiujiu's figure completely exploded into the bottom of the valley.
The water surface closed towards the middle again, swallowing up his figure quickly, just like covering a coffin for a dead person.
The figure of True Lord White Crane floated down.
He stood on the lake and dispersed the lingering sword energy in his fingertips.
Bai He transformed into an old man again. The old man's age was even more obvious, with gray hair and countless wrinkles. He was so old that he did not dare to look at his reflection in the water.
The effort he expended also far exceeded his budget.
But... even if he kills this young man, his own path will be ruined. Where will he go from now on
The old man sighed, his heart felt like stagnant water, he just wanted to find a secluded place and wait for death indifferently.
At this moment, another bright spot of vitality appeared in his consciousness.
There were ripples on the water.
True Lord Bai He was not shocked, he just let out a sigh and said sarcastically: "You're not dead yet? Life is really hard, no problem, I'll give you a few more swords!"
As he spoke, his eyes glowed with a cruel light of murder.
The old man pushed out his palm, and the sword followed. Swords with different meanings condensed in the air and fell towards the place where the ripples appeared.
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"elder sister… "
The clouds and seas of the three thousand worlds were rushing endlessly. In the wonderful pavilion hanging in the middle, Shi Yu stood beside Zhao Xianger, calling her sister softly, and then staring at the phantom water curtain in front of her. , couldn't help but frown.
Zhao Xiang'er sat in front of the case made of clouds. In front of her exquisite face, a water curtain slowly unfolded. In the meantime, Ning Changchun and a white crane were fighting.
Zhao Xianger watched quietly, her face expressionless, only her thin eyelashes trembling slightly.
Shi Yu looked at his sister's curvy profile, his eyes resting on her porcelain white cheeks.
In the picture, Ning Jiujiu's momentum has been exhausted. He was hit by True Lord Bai He into a deep pit at the bottom of the lake with his sword. His breath was about to die. However, True Lord Bai He was still worried. He condensed several swords and slashed Ning Jiujiu one by one at his location. Down.
She looked at the unstoppable sword tip, her mind tightened, and thinking about it from another perspective, she felt that if she had been the enemy of the white crane, she would have been dead long ago.
Although... the Prince Consort is stronger than he was back then, the ceiling of the Purple Court Realm is only so high, and if this continues... he will definitely die.
"Sister Xiang'er, mother asked you to stay here. Even if something big happens, you must never leave without permission. I know that although my sister usually doesn't say it, she loves him. Seeing this scene, I I am also heartbroken, but my sister must not break the rules, otherwise, not only will he die, but my sister will also..." Shi Yu gritted his teeth, sighed softly, and whispered: "I am willing to accompany my sister. , I don’t want to work with that Xueyuan for a thousand years.”
Zhao Xianger looked at the shadow on the water curtain calmly and did not answer. Jiuyu stopped on the side of the water curtain and turned to look at it.
Shi Yu said anxiously: "Sister, did you listen to me?"
She always felt that with Sister Xiang'er's character, she would draw her sword at any time, rely on the original magical power of the three thousand worlds, use the world as a ladder to heaven, and go thousands of miles to rescue her husband with one sword.
How can I stop it then
In the scene in the water curtain, Lord White Crane's sword has fallen.
One sword followed another, almost without any gap.
The water surface exploded with huge waves and countless waves.
Zhao Xiang'er finally spoke softly, murmuring to himself in a cold voice: "This sword was struck for Marry, this sword was struck for Xiaoling, this sword was struck by me, this sword was struck for... This sword was struck by Si Ming, well...let’s count Liu Xiwan, as for this sword, it was struck on behalf of all the female disciples who were defeated by him!"
"???" Shi Yu listened to Sister Xiang'er's words and was shocked and speechless. He thought to himself, I thought you were caring about your husband, but I never thought that you were settling accounts one by one. Are these the model gods and immortals who are famous in Nanzhou
After the sword fell in the water curtain, Zhao Xiang'er's expression softened a lot, and she gently touched her chest with her jade hand, as if she took a long breath of relief.
Shi Yu asked cautiously: "Sister, are you really not worried about him at all?"
Zhao Xianger said coldly: "What are you worried about? You can't die. Huh, this wild crane has come at the right time. If it doesn't come to eliminate harm to the people, I will have to go down to the world and beat him! Isn't that right then? This is a bit of a pain in the flesh.”
"Skin and flesh pain?" Shi Yu was slightly startled, thinking that the Prince Consort was obviously in danger.
Just as she was thinking about it, the snow lake once again opened a hole in the water curtain.
There was no sun in the gray sky, but a golden scorching sun appeared in the lake, dyeing the entire lake a scorching color.
Under the water, a golden crow flew out.
Among the crows, a figure in torn white clothes appeared out of thin air. The blood on his body was washed away by the lake water, leaving him pale in color.
He is like the Son of God who stepped out of the sun, and he is also like a water ghost whose ghost is still lingering. He slowly straightened up and looked up at True Lord Bai He. His pupils were like the blazing sun wrapped in pure glass.