The golden light in the lake faded as the golden crow broke through the water.
A large amount of silt rose from the bottom of the lake, and the fishy smell filled the air in the cold wind like a knife.
Ning Changjiu seemed to have come from the abyss, the water on his clothes had evaporated, and the faint white mist was still lingering in his sleeves. His black hair was scattered, and the shadow of True Lord White Crane was reflected in his golden pupils.
The white-feathered old man frowned and stared at him indifferently.
There was no fear in his heart. He had already figured out this young man's realm, and all that was left was the other's desperate struggle.
But the moment the golden eyes stared at him, a crane suddenly sounded in his heart.
The crane's cry was mournful and full of blood, carrying a fear that penetrated into the bone marrow, as if a mortal had seen a king above him.
True Lord White Crane's heart trembled, and the ancient myth flashed through his mind. He blurted out in a horrified voice: "Three-legged Golden Crow? Haven't the Golden Crows been killed long ago? Why do you have this ancient divine bird?" , who exactly are you?!"
Ning didn't answer for a long time. He covered his chest and coughed a few times, then let go of his hand, his palms full of blood.
After being pushed to the bottom of the lake, he had to summon the Golden Crow and use the broken Sun Kingdom as a temporary shelter. The Golden Crow took him quickly into the depths of the lake, avoiding the attack of the big sword.
But the innate spirit is relatively fragile after all. The sword energy that spread across the entire lake washed over Jinwu's back like a hob. Ning Changjiu's heart lake and Zifu were also damaged, and the internal and external auras were imbalanced, making him miserable.
I haven’t suffered such a serious injury in a long time...
Ning Jiujiu gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power to suppress the injury. He looked at True Lord Bai He and said coldly: "In the Five Realms, these swords are the only ones that are powerful?"
Lord White Crane was not angered. He re-examined the young man with golden eyes standing on the lake, and found that he still underestimated too much.
He stood in the clouds, his withered beard and hair fluttering in the wind. The true meaning of the sword that had previously been scattered was condensed again, and in an instant he became a majestic and majestic scene.
True Lord White Crane said calmly, and drew out the sword in his sleeve again: "It is a blessing to see the divine bird Golden Crow in my twilight years. I want to see it today. According to legend, the one who lives in the center of the sun almost usurped the power of the sun. How many feet of light can the Golden Crow Divine Bird emit?"
Lord White Crane's words echoed in the air like phantom sounds.
Ning Changjiang's expression remained as usual. He held the Kunlun Sword in his hand. The sword made a long roar in its sheath, and its energy spread across the lake, causing ripples in circles.
boom!
Ning Jiujiu's seemingly leisurely figure suddenly rose from the ground.
The entire lake is sunken downwards.
True Lord White Crane had previously fired six swords in a row, consuming a lot of spiritual energy. At this moment, the moves were still in the sheath, but Ning Changjiu had turned into a golden rainbow and pounced towards him.
If the lake was the sky, he would be the thunder spirit coming out of it.
True Monarch White Crane was unafraid and immediately pointed out his sword. He also pushed out the Ming sword with his left hand. The sword energy flowed from the sheath and turned into a white rainbow to intercept Ning Jiujiu.
White rainbow versus golden rainbow.
The two sword lights collided together, causing lightning to fly out.
Ning held the sword of the sword pavilion for a long time. Although the sword was not unsheathed, the sword's intention was already overwhelming like thunder.
Lord White Crane's sword rainbow was cut off, he frowned slightly, turned the fingers of his right hand into a palm and pushed it forward, while sending the sword with his left hand at the same time. The sword was unsheathed another foot, and the sword energy rushed out fiercely, blocking the gap between the two people like water.
Ning Jiujiu bumped into the sword intent of True Lord Bai He.
True Monarch White Crane slapped Ning Jiujiu on the forehead with his palm, and Ning Jiujiu used his sword to break through the sword waterfall and hit his Tianling Cap.
The figures of the two people intertwined. Ning Jiujiu was hit squarely on the forehead with a palm, and his figure fell back. The old man's head was also hit by a sword, and there was a faint sound of bone cracking.
They suppressed their injuries, moved around in the lake and sky, and kept drawing swords.
True Lord Bai He felt once again how much unique knowledge this young man possessed.
Ning Jiujiu pointed out, and he connected his palms with each other, but the palms were like punctured rubber balls, the flesh and blood burned and shriveled up quickly - this was a magic technique that absorbed power.
After the evil spell, he held the sword in his right hand, turned his left hand into a palm, and shot out an upright Taoist handprint. After the handprint, the young man's figure was like a ghost again, condensing his aura, and then the miraculous magic of changing shape, evading He stabbed the sword to his heart, then held the sword in his backhand and stabbed his throat.
The old man's Adam's apple shrugged, sensing the crisis, and he was forced to retreat. At the same time, the Dark Sword was completely unsheathed, hanging above his head, emitting a bright white light, and hitting Ning Jiujiu like a meteor.
Ning Jiujiu had no time to evade, so he had to use his Shura Dharma Body to resist.
puff!
Ning could not control the sword for a long time.
White light struck, the sword broke through Shura's divine body, and blood blossomed on his shoulders.
He gritted his teeth and used his body as a lock to lock the sword so that it could not move forward. Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his left hand and tried to pull it out.
"You want to seize my Dao sword with just a few drops of essence and blood? That's a wishful thinking!" Zhenjun Baihe shouted.
The sword broke away from Ning Changjiu's shoulder, turned into a flowing shadow and flew back, hanging in front of him.
The tip of the sword hangs low.
The old man took a deep breath. He wanted to use all his strength to strike out with a sword and pierce the opponent's heart directly, but he found that the spiritual power in his own Qi sea could not help him squander it.
The six swords that were slashed at the lake like an ocean were reckless...
The old man stared at him.
The ferocious-looking Dharma Body was no longer behind the young man. Instead, there were electric threads lingering in the white clothes and golden light.
Is this the physical body and the dharma body merging into one? No wonder you can take my sword...
The old man pondered for a moment and then spoke solemnly: "When I was young, I first learned to sword by the lake. At that time, egrets frequently flew across the water. I accidentally got a wisp of sword spirit, which I later used as an embryo. It took hundreds of years to polish and repair it into a sword formation."
As he spoke, the sword hanging in front of him suddenly flew out and danced around him, drawing countless circles.
These circles are composed of countless sword shadows, which are like snow and layer upon layer.
He is in the middle, with his white robe fluttering, and his body seems to be swallowed up by clouds, floating mistyly.
Ning didn't look at him for a long time. He felt the killing intent contained in the sword formation and suddenly smiled and said: "You famous cultivators still cannot let go of your master's style in a life-and-death fight."
The old man looked indifferent.
Standing among the egrets, the sound of swords sounded and the egrets dispersed in fright.
The rings of those sword formations kept enlarging, and in the blink of an eye Ning was enveloped in them for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu raised his sword horizontally, and the sound of thunder resounded under his feet. His figure suddenly moved, and in a blink of an eye he floated to the top of the old man's head. He held his sword in the air and slashed out a stunning sword light.
The old man closed his eyes and stood still.
The circle of a sword formation shrank instantly, and it happened to stop in front of Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu slashed into the sword formation, and his figure was bounced away. The other circles were chasing him at the same time. Ning Jiujiu frowned, and his figure jumped dangerously in one arc after another. The terrifying sword energy kept striking at True Lord Bai He, but no matter how tricky his angle was, the sword energy was blocked by the sword array.
The layers of circles not only neutralized all his attacks, but also moved toward his figure, surrounding him three layers inside and three outside.
At this moment, these white sword shadows were no longer herons, but vultures that saw carrion.
Ning looked at the circles in front of him for a long time.
He did not escape and could not escape.
On Ning Jiujiu's body, the golden thread outlined like a Shura totem suddenly became brighter several times.
The sword shadows turned into round iron chains and whipped on his body.
On his golden Shura body, light exploded like fireworks.
The shadow of the sword is like flowing water, and the fragments of white clothes are flying in the sword energy.
Ning Jiujiu still refused to retreat, took a step forward in the air, held his sword in his hand, and blocked the oncoming airflow.
True Lord Bai He looked at the young man who was suffering from thousands of swords, and shook his head gently: "Your indestructible body is indeed an unparalleled magical power, which is admirable. If it had been in the past, I would have spent thousands and tens of millions with you. The sword can completely restore this magical power, but... "
"Noisy." Ning Changjiu said coldly.
Countless sword energies were applied to the body like knives, and Ning Changjiu's iron-like skin was cut open, giving off a coke-like color, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
But he seemed to have cut off the pain and was completely unaware of it.
Between the bones, a sound like exploding firecrackers suddenly sounded, and Ning Changjiu's body burned with red flames. Based on the White Rainbow Pass Japanese Style, he successively created the complex sword techniques of Qiu Ziguan and Li He. The three were integrated into his body, and he used The body was a sword, and it slammed into the heavy sword rings, stabbing into his lower abdomen, threatening to destroy both jade and stone.
True Monarch White Crane had a strange look on his face.
The heavy sword ring suddenly tightened, protecting him in front of him.
Ning Jiujiu bumped into the sword ring, just like an ordinary person bumping into a wooden board covered with nails.
His Shura body was dripping with blood instantly.
However, the sword ring only made ripples, showing no signs of collapse.
But for some reason, even though he had the upper hand, True Lord White Crane suddenly felt a warning sign of death.
He didn't understand where the danger came from, but he, who had experienced hundreds of battles, did not hesitate and gave up his huge advantage. The figure exploded directly and turned into a ball of white feathers.
This was the life-saving skill he used when facing Si Ming that day.
There was a bang.
The place where True Lord White Crane disappeared suddenly ignited a ball of golden fire.
A golden crow stood there suddenly.
True Monarch White Crane looked at the three-legged divine bird in shock. He didn't know what was hidden inside this small-looking Golden Crow, but his intuition told him that if he hadn't left before, he would have been directly swallowed by the Golden Crow!
This strange feeling brought great fear.
At this moment, his figures are scattered, hiding in a certain feather, ready to appear again at any time.
Ning Jiujiu failed to land a single blow, but he had no intention of entangling him anymore. He took advantage of the fact that Lord White Crane's figure had not condensed, and turned around to escape. His figure turned into a line, and sneaked into the canyon where the snow had not disappeared by the lake. .
The figure of Lord White Crane reunited on the lake.
He looked at the direction Ning Jiujiu was running away with, his expression dark.
He knew that the other party's injuries were far more serious than his own, and he could not escape too far.
But his Taoist heart, which had been severely damaged, could not produce any fighting spirit... He looked at the snowy gorge and even thought of retreating.
No! Can't go! True Lord Bai He immediately dismissed his negative emotions.
It was precisely because his path was ruined that he had to kill that young man. The swordsmanship and Taoist techniques performed by that young man were all top-notch, and he had a lot of secrets hidden in him. His trip might be a blessing in disguise!
True Lord White Crane no longer had any worries. He held his sword, leaned forward, transformed into a crane shadow, and rushed towards the snowy gorge.
…
Ning Jiujiu did not go deep into the canyon.
The clothes on his upper body were torn, and his pale skin was covered with blood. He leaned against the cold rock, the tenderness of his flesh feeling like needles hammering into his bones.
He did not use the power of time to repair them, and allowed the heartbreaking pain to tear his body apart.
Since the battle with Sin Lord, he has never suffered such a serious injury...
If Xiang'er and the others saw it, I think they would be very distressed...
The girl's face came to mind, and Ning Jiujiu used this to force himself to calm down.
Behind the rock wall, the familiar sword intent of True Lord White Crane floated over again.
coming.
Ning Chang had a thought in his mind.
As soon as True Lord White Crane crossed the lake and entered the valley, a nearly ethereal piece of cold iron appeared in front of his roar and stabbed away silently.
The sword has no trace of sword light, it is as light as flowing clouds, as light as the lake breeze, and as ordinary as a shadow passing by a fish pond.
It took a moment for True Lord Bai He to react to the sword. After this indifferent and lonely sword, he sensed the decisive and fierce murderous intention.
This kind of murderous intent was so thick, like blood that couldn't be dissolved, that even he was startled and broke into a cold sweat as soon as he felt it.
He did not expect that this young man did not escape to the depths of the snow gorge, but was waiting for him behind the first rock wall... How arrogant!
True Lord Bai He didn't have time to draw his sword, so he had to block his heart with his finger.
Poof!
The shadowless sword pierced his finger and dug into his chest.
Blood seeped out from between his robes, staining his white feathers red.
This is the sure-kill sword in the second half of the Yujian Tianzong.
It's a pity that Ning Jiujiu doesn't have a really good sword that can be used, otherwise this sword can directly severely damage True Lord White Crane.
Liu Xiwan told herself that day that she no longer wanted to use the sword of assassination, but wanted to use the sword in an honest and fair manner. So in the command building, she stabbed herself with the upright Sword of Heaven, and then was defeated neatly...
At that time, he looked at the girl who refused to compromise and refused to admit defeat, so he did not do much to persuade her. But he knew that this was a sword used to kill people in adverse circumstances, and could only be hidden in the dark... Maybe the heavenly decree was originally cryptic.
The sword failed to kill, but it drank the blood, and the backlash was not serious.
True Lord Bai He grunted, crushed his virtual sword with one hand, then smacked it with his palm, hitting Ning Changjiu's heart.
Ning Jiujiu blocked with the Kunlun Sword.
His figure slid backwards rapidly, his feet still rooted in the ground, and he slid dozens of feet in the snow gorge before he managed to stop his figure's decline.
The two faced each other in the gorge.
There are cliffs on both sides of the snow gorge, with only a line of road in the middle.
"You can hurt me so much. Your swordsmanship is already superb." True Lord Baihe stopped the blood in his chest for a moment and said slowly: "But that's all."
He took one step forward, and his figure turned into a white crane again and flew into the gorge.
I would rather calm down and open my eyes for a long time.
There is no one in the gorge.
The next moment, every piece of snow and every stone in the snow gorge was stained with murderous aura.
Countless crane silhouettes appeared out of thin air, condensed into one point in an instant, and stabbed Ning Jiujiu.
This is the full blow of Lord White Crane.
Ning Chang bowed down, and the Shura God Video in his body was like boiling water. He roared out of his body, brandished a fist that was enough to break the ancient dragon's spine, and hit the peak blow of the five great monks.
A huge torrent of white light proudly runs through the snow gorge, drowning everything.
The snow on the gorge fell in large quantities, flooding into the valley, and then suddenly evaporated in the air, turning into evaporating white gas all over the mountain, and the smoke enveloped the whole place.
In this life-and-death fight, the entire Snow Gorge looks like a fairy mountain.
After a long time, the murderous aura that was as thick as a peak pillar finally dimmed.
Ning Jiujiu and True Lord Bai He stretched their strength to the limit and collided again. They were hundreds of feet apart, and their eyes were as dim as dust in each other's eyes.
True Monarch White Crane's fingers were withered, his orifices were bleeding, his hair was chopped into pieces, and his white robe was also stained with blood.
Ning Jiujiu's misery was even worse. He fell to his knees, and the huge Shura sign on his body was torn away, turned into golden fragments, and blew away in the wind. It was impossible to recover in a short time, and his naked upper body It was equally miserable, with blood oozing out from among the countless bloody scars, flowing along the lines of the muscles, and accumulating many blood pools among the broken rocks beneath him.
The bones in his knees were also torn, making it difficult to even stand up.
The young man lowered his hands, and the sword of the sword pavilion fell beside him. The Kunlun sword is still in its sheath, vibrating endlessly.
True Lord Bai He sighed leisurely: "If you can pull out this sword, maybe I will become a soul killed by the sword... What a pity."
He slowly walked towards the young man, extracting true energy from the nearly exhausted sea of energy with every step.
His realm has reached the five realms, integrating all things, and his self-confidence can be restored much faster than the other party.
Ning Jiujiu knelt on the ground, the golden light in his eyes disappeared, blood flowing on his body, and he was silent.
True Lord Bai He slowly walked up to him.
The 'condensation' of authority is activated, and everything is frozen.
The silver-haired woman used her authority to crush his authority that day, and he still remembered it vividly. But this kind of thing is just an exception after all.
"The fairy tower turns to ashes, the white crane never returns, the world is turned upside down, who will change the sun and the moon..." the old man chanted in a low voice.
Above Ning Changjiu's head, the shadow of a tall fairy tower appeared. The tower was like a fire reflected in the clouds, with bright golden flames. At the corners of the high eaves, cranes were lingering in an endless stream.
The old man threw out the sword in his hand.
The sword followed the ancient building and suppressed Ning Changjiu.
…
Jiange, seventy-two caves.
Liu Xiwan changed out of her tight-fitting black clothes and wore a brand-new sword suit, which consisted of a top and a skirt. She had a high waist and wore her combed-up hairpin, which made her look somewhat dignified as a lady.
She seemed to...surrender to her gender.
The girl carried the lunch box and crossed the melancholy cave sky and the suspended corridor, and came to the second one among the seventy-two caves of Jiange.
The cave sky is as if carved among the emeralds, and the flowers are so beautiful.
At the end of the road is a claustrophobic fairy mansion.
In front of the Immortal Mansion, a stunning woman with heroic features and dark hair shawl was kneeling.
The woman kneeling on the ground is Liu Junzhuo, the second senior sister who is arrogant outside.
Liu Xiwan walked up slowly and knelt down next to the second senior sister. She opened the lunch box, placed the pastries out one by one, and said softly: "Senior sister, you should eat something. This time... I failed to live up to your expectations. I have implicated Senior Sister, let’s go together and beg for mercy from Senior Sister, please don’t kneel down.”
Liu Junzhuo shook his head gently and spoke softly, saying: "It's not your fault. Your defeat is not a big deal, but I lost the crown and the sword... The heart of my sword is covered in dust, and the sword pavilion is also ruined. It's a big mistake, and it's hard to recover from the water. I If you know you are wrong, you should sincerely repent."
In the first days of Liu Xiwan's life, she was still laughing at the fact that the second senior sister was more fierce than anyone else outside and behaved like a little sheep in front of the senior sister. However, the senior sister knelt down for a month in a row, which made her feel guilty.
Second Senior Sister has always treated her as if she were one of her own... She knows that.
"Then let me kneel with senior sister." Liu Xiwan said.
She deliberately changed into a man's attire because she thought it would look cuter in this way. Perhaps the senior sister would soften her heart when she saw it.
Liu Junzhuo said: "Why are you just joining in the fun? Don't you think your sister is angry enough?"
Liu Xiwan lowered her head and said: "Then I can't watch my sister keep kneeling. I... I'll go get the Kunlun Sword back. He can't pull out the sword anyway, and it's useless if it's kept. Besides, I and I Ning is very familiar with me, if I ask for it, he will definitely give it to me."
"Ning Jiujiu?" Liu Junzhuo looked slightly confused.
"Uh... this is the name he usually goes by when he travels around the world. Zhang Jiu is his real name." Liu Xiwan said, confusing right and wrong.
Liu Junzhuo nodded without going into details. She said, "No need. Since the sword has been sent out, you have to find a justifiable reason to take it back, otherwise my sister will be angry again."
The second senior sister whispered, and in the cave, a woman's cold voice echoed throughout the cave.
"Aren't you very arrogant outside? After losing the sword and crown, do you know how to restrain yourself?"
It was the senior sister's voice, very stern. Liu Xiwan also knelt down and whispered: "Greetings to Senior Sister."
The senior sister said coldly: "Junior sister, forget it if you are ignorant. Why are you fooling around? Just because you are ranked seventh in the world, do you think you are invincible? Do you know how much high hopes Master has placed in giving you the Kunlun Sword? ?”
Liu Junzhuo lowered his head and did not dare to respond.
She was taught by the senior sister, just like she was taught by Liu Xiwan.
"I asked you not to set your sights on the human world. I hope that you will set your sights higher, instead of looking down upon the human world." Senior Sister's voice softened a lot. She was silent for a while and said: "Recently, Master has Out of seclusion."
Liu Junzhuo looked shocked: "Master, what are you doing out of seclusion? Could it be..."
The eldest sister nodded and said, "Well, after searching for hundreds of years, I finally got something."
"Then let's..." Liu Junzhuo hesitated.
The senior sister said slowly: "It has been more than a hundred years of sharpening swords, and now it is about to come out. And you are the second senior sister of Jiange, how important is your mission? So this time I punish you severely, hoping that you will learn from it. Never make the same mistake again. If you make it again..."
The senior sister said: "If you do it again, let Liu Xiwan be the second senior sister, and you can go and become the fourteenth junior sister!"
"???" Liu Xiwan's body trembled, and she immediately knelt straight, thinking that this was not a good thing for herself, it was obviously an innocent disaster.
Liu Junzhuo did not dare to refute, and said obediently: "Junzhuo already knows his mistake, and he will never dare to make it again."
After a long period of silence, the senior sister said: "Okay, don't kneel down, come in. Sister will teach you some sword skills."
Liu Junzhuo was flattered and was about to stand up when he heard the senior sister say: "I'm talking about Xiwan."
"..." Liu Junzhuo knelt down again.
Liu Xiwan stood up silently, gave the second senior sister an aggrieved look, and then walked into the cave... an enviable second-generation relative.
The senior sister said: "Don't kneel down. Go back and reflect. When will you get the sword back properly and when will you come to see me again."
Liu Junzhuo took the order and left, breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that the senior sister was almost done with her anger.
To get the sword back justifiably...
She had a headache.
But it doesn't matter, the boy can't pull out the sword anyway. Since he can't pull it out, the true meaning of the sword that he has cultivated in the scabbard for many years will not be leaked. When the time comes when the jade is returned to Zhao, I think my sister will forgive me...
Liu Junzhuo sighed, and just as she was thinking about it, her expression suddenly shook.
In her heart, there was suddenly a throbbing that originated from her soul.
The sword has been drawn!
This was her momentary thought.
"No, it's impossible. How can someone in the Purple Court realm pull out my sword?" Liu Junzhuo shook his head gently, calmed down his mind, and walked towards the cave where he was.
…
Lord Bai He saw a miracle again.
When the ancient building was pressed down, the boy who was clearly 'condensed' by him raised his head as usual.
He couldn't figure out the reason... Could it be that he also had abilities similar to that of the silver-haired woman
How can it be…
If so, did he suppress such powerful authority until now
The thought lasted only a moment and could not change anything. The ancient building pressed down.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head again.
The sword that fell in front of his knees was held in his hand at some point.
He seemed to have drained the last strength from his bones. Rushing forward, jumping up, holding the handle, and drawing the sword, all the actions have been simulated countless times in my mind, all done in one go.
He actually pulled out this unruly sword from the Sword Pavilion!
In the scabbard, the sword intention that the second senior sister Liu Junzhuo had suppressed for many years was like a savage beast, roaring loudly. The fairy tower surrounded by white cranes was instantly cut into two pieces. The sword intention was unimpeded and moved forward without any hindrance, drowning True Lord White Crane in an instant.
True Lord White Crane did not hesitate, he repeated his old trick, exploded his figure, and turned into white feathers. But the second senior sister's sword intent was much stronger than his. Like a life-threatening ghost, it clung to his true body, leaving no room for him to escape.
More than ten blood holes were instantly added to the old man's hidden body.
His figure was slowed down.
Ning Changjiu, who was wrapped in the power of time, had already caught up with him. He held the ancient sword that hissed loudly and passed over the head of True Lord Bai He.
The despair of death emerged in the old man's mind.
Ning Changjiu's figure fell down, and he killed True Lord White Crane to the ground with his sword energy. He pressed his knees against the back of his neck, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, lowered the tip of the sword, and thrust it downwards.
"How...possible..." The old man's words were vague.
Lord White Crane's head was penetrated by the sword blade and torn into pieces, like a smashed watermelon.
This great monk among the five realms died.
Ning Jiujiu held his sword with both hands and confirmed that Lord Bai He was completely dead before finally relaxing his mind.
"There is no sword in this world that I cannot forge."
Ning Jiujiu spoke softly, as if he was replying to True Lord White Crane who refused to rest in peace.
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(Thank you to book friends Feng Huonwu and Darkborn Laast for the reward!! Thank you to the two book friends for their long-term support! Mmmah)