The City of Ten Thousand Demons was flooded with heavy rain, but in the Suzaku illusion, the sky was full of fire.
The illusion is endlessly empty, and the entire field is filled with smoke and dust. They are illuminated by the nine-day sun of the peacock's tail feathers, giving off an orange light.
In the light, the rocks piled up with ash showed their rough surfaces from time to time, and they crumbled following the footsteps of King Peacock Ming.
Behind a shelter of rocks, Zhao Xiang'er leaned against the wall and closed her eyes slightly. Even though she tried her best to hide her breath, her chest could not help but rise and fall violently.
She looked at the blood seeping out between her black clothes, gritted her teeth, and used her spiritual power to recover from her injuries. The sound of King Peacock Ming stepping on the rocks kept ringing behind her. She didn't even expend any effort to expand the sea of consciousness, and could tell the distance just by relying on the sound.
Zhao Xiang'er held the Red Umbrella Sword, pain rolled through her like an electric current, and her body wrapped in tight-fitting clothes kept trembling.
She raised her head slightly and glanced at the huge peacock... What kind of monster was this? How could such a thing be killed
Zhao Xiang'er has been fighting it all day and night.
But apart from cutting off a few pieces of Peacock King's feathers, she failed to leave any substantial damage.
It was unimaginable that she was facing a peacock that had been turned into a puppet. If the peacock truly survived and was still at its peak, how desperate the enemy opposite it would be.
The peacock's screen feathers are spread wide, and the nine suns inlaid on it are like eyes. As its body rotates, it shoots all around.
It is getting closer and closer to itself.
The gray rock behind her kept exploding. Zhao Xiang'er had no time to wait for her injuries to recover. She held up a red umbrella, exposed her body, and swept forward suddenly.
The moment she broke out of the gray rock, King Peacock Ming locked his eyes on her.
The nine-round scorching sun on the color screen bloomed with scorching brilliance, and golden arrows emerged from it, pursuing Zhao Xianger's location.
The arrow passed through the red-orange dust, parted the waves of smoke, and instantly closed the distance between the two, until it reached Zhao Xianger's back.
A ball of phoenix fire ignited on Zhao Xiang'er's body, and when the golden arrow was about to touch her, she pressed her toes to the ground, tensed up and jumped straight into the sky.
Golden arrows exploded below, and several turned around to chase after them.
Zhao Xiang'er held an umbrella in the air and faced the incoming arrow. The arrow pressed against the umbrella and pushed her upwards until she hit a wall made of air.
If the wall of air was the sky, the girl bent her knees, held an umbrella to resist the arrows, and stepped on the sky while standing upside down.
She stared at the Peacock Ming King, guessing the location of its weak point.
After King Peacock Ming locked Zhao Xiang'er's position, he also fluttered his wings and flew towards him. Zhao Xiang'er spread out his sea of consciousness and accurately captured its movements. When it rushed toward him, Zhao Xiang'er suddenly half-closed the red umbrella. , the arrow slid across the slope of the red umbrella, and narrowly missed Zhao Xiang'er. When the arrow hit the wall of air, Zhao Xiang'er kicked his legs fiercely and dived down.
The red umbrella brushed away the fire, and the girl drew her sword and struck the peacock's pupils.
The two figures drew closer, and the fireworks touched the jade.
The fire exploded into a stream of flames.
King Peacock Ming retreated slightly and shook his head vigorously. Zhao Xiang'er stabbed the peacock's body with her sword, nailing herself to its head like a nail. She squatted half-crouched, and at the same time stretched out her hand, and Jiu Yu came from It flew out of the body and turned into a black blade.
The girl held the sword, jumped again, turned over deftly in the air, threw the sword out of her hand, and shot it into the peacock's eyes like a dart.
In her dream, the scripture she learned was the "Taogu Taiyin Divine Scroll".
This sacred scroll contains countless ancient Taoist teachings. It not only perfected all the Taoist teachings in Zhao Xiang'er's past, but also gave her a keen perception beyond comprehension.
She could clearly see the true trajectory of each attack of King Peacock Ming with just her eyes, and could even see the flow direction of each feather.
Just like the lunar moon looking down on the human world, everything is visible.
It was precisely because of this that she was able to fight with King Peacock Ming until now despite the huge disparity in strength.
These acquired Taiyin Eyes are enough for her to stab a willow leaf with a flying sword from a thousand miles away.
The sword of nine feathers stabbed accurately into the bird's pupil.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't have time to be happy, and saw King Peacock Ming exploding his pupils and deflecting the Nine Feather Blade. After the pupils were broken, brand new eyes soon formed from the flesh and blood, intact as before!
Its body is like an immortal body and cannot be killed at all.
The peacock crows.
Zhao Xiang'er's petite body was thrown out.
On the peacock screen, the scorching sun shot out another golden arrow, shooting in the direction where Zhao Xiang'er fell.
When King Peacock Ming was alive, he was best at magic seals and mantras. At this moment, although he couldn't change back to his human form, the mantras of the magic seals were mysteriously engraved into his mind. He didn't even need to say the words to follow the magic words. He only had to move to kill the enemy. 'The thought, the corresponding mantra or seal will be activated.
When Zhao Xiang'er fell, fire wings sprouted from her back, supporting her falling figure.
She was still thinking about how to fight back, but when she looked around, she found that the gray rocks under her feet had arched up layer by layer, forming a large formation, trapping her in it.
Under the breathless offensive, Zhao Xiang'er was already on the verge of exhaustion, and now he was even more surrounded on all sides.
I really want to sleep... Zhao Xiang'er hung her sword, her jade neck was slightly lowered, her porcelain white skin was bloodless, the hair on her forehead and cheeks was hanging down, and her lips like pearl powder reflected the flames. , moved slightly, her eyes filled with murderous intent were still clear, but they were also mixed with a bit of despair and unwillingness.
This isn't the first time she's been in this situation. Back on the Nine Spirits Platform, she even looked down upon death.
But this is the first time she has been in such a situation alone... It stands to reason that without that burden, she should be more comfortable with the sword, but why can't she help but look to the side. She thinks she is not Lu Married, and she should not be someone who relies too much on the love of her children.
Hmm... It's all because of that ridiculous dream.
In her body, the original divinity has taken over, gradually replacing the human parts in the past. But this covetous dream brought her back little by little, and she turned back into a girl looking at the sunset in the imperial city.
People are always fragile, even she is no exception.
In the face of a formidable enemy, Zhao Xiang'er's distraction lasted only a moment. She immediately cheered up, opened her umbrella and held her sword.
With the blood of Suzaku, how could he lose to this beast
Ning has not settled so many accounts for a long time. What about green-faced fangs, eternal friendship, and such bastard words like you are my sword... And Si Ming, that stupid sister, dares to provoke him again and again, so she must be taught a lesson, eh ... And Lu Jianjian asked her to take a good look at Ning Changjiu. Is this how she looked at him? Huh, you all deserve a beating!
In short... we must kill it.
King Peacock Ming attacked again, and Huiyan's magic circle was also arranged. Zhao Xiang'er opened the lunar pupils with divine fire gushing out, bit her red lips, and said in a deep voice: "The world."
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In Gulingzong, there are no clouds in the sky and the lake breeze is quiet.
The second sword show has also begun.
Ning Xiaoling was eating grilled fish skewers by the lake and looking at the lake intently. The Fish King learned the lesson from the last time and hid in the cave to eat fish and watch a show.
Lu Marion's snowy shadow swayed on the lake like a snow lotus, and her long black hair was swaying as lightly as yarn. Ning Xiaoling's heart was trembling when she saw it.
On the other side, Liu Junzhuo is still wearing a smart sword attire. Her features are as picturesque as a sword, and she is very heroic. Although her figure is not as exaggeratedly beautiful as Lu Marian's, she is well-proportioned and beautiful.
The leaves of the willow branch in her hand had been cut off in the last battle, and she held it like a whip.
This made Liu Junzhuo even more comfortable.
Liu Junzhuo waved the thin willow tree like a whip and suddenly said with a smile: "In the sword pavilion, when I was teaching the Fourteenth Junior Sister, I would break a willow like this. The younger Junior Sister would not dare to express her anger. She never thought that this little girl would be like this. You are so imprudent, and you dare to compete with Miss Lu for your right husband, I will teach her a lesson after I leave later."
Lu Marian was annoyed by her heart-wrenching words yesterday, but today she has done a good job of psychological construction and is very peaceful.
"There is no need to teach her a lesson." Lu Married said calmly: "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If you want to teach her, you might as well give her thirty big blows first."
Liu Junzhuo narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. When I first met Miss Lu, I thought she was a dignified and elegant fairy. I never expected to be so eloquent."
Lu Marian laughed softly, not surprised at all. She held the sword in one hand and held it behind her back with the other, saying: "Compared with Mr. Er, I personally think that this girl is dignified and elegant."
Liu Junzhuo clenched her sword tightly. Looking at Lu Wenwen's temperament, she always had the illusion that she was looking at her senior sister, which gave her inexplicable psychological pressure.
Huh, how come you are in the Purple Garden Realm and have the temperament of a senior sister? This woman must be too hypocritical and good at pretending.
She made up her mind that she would not hold back any more today, but would use this wicker whip to whip Lu Jiaojian until she rolled all over the floor.
Liu Junzhuo said: "I hope Miss Lu's sword can be as hard as your mouth."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Junzhuo had already drawn his sword before Lu Jieyou could reply to ridicule him.
On the lake surface, between the two of them, the hurricane was like a pair of scissors, cutting the lake surface like cloth, revealing the dark water behind it. Liu Junzhuo stood there, embracing the willow branches, stepping on the lake water, looking towards the sun, she The figure gradually faded, as if standing on the lake, and seemed to be just a lingering shadow.
Lu Yuemou lowered her head and looked at the waterfall-like vertical concave water curtain. She couldn't believe that this was what the Purple Garden Realm could achieve.
But her mind was not disturbed.
She opened her sword eyes and stared at Liu Junzhuo. She knew that the thousands of illusions the sword had evolved were all false. In the real duel, only that sword was real. She only had to see that sword clearly and Just cut it off.
Liu Junzhuo still stood quietly, looking at the sun in the sky, motionless.
Lu Marry suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Her eyes did not dare to leave Liu Junzhuo's hand holding the sword, but her consciousness expanded. She found that she had been imprisoned in a field without knowing it, surrounded by copper and iron walls, and her consciousness could not detect it. go out.
What's even more frightening is that when Lu Yueyou turned her consciousness upward, she found that the sky was completely dark, and only one sun was still bright - she seemed to be in a bottle, and the sun was the light coming from the mouth of the bottle.
The sun and moon in the pot
The most famous space method in the world is the universe in the sleeve and the sun and moon in the pot. Liu Junzhuo is not only superb at this, but he has also mastered it to the point of using the heaven and earth for his own use.
By the time Lu Yaoyao reacted, it was too late. It was no longer possible for her to distract herself and break the situation. She could only stand on the spot like a rock, waiting quietly for Liu Junzhuo's sword, remaining unchanged to cope with all changes.
Liu Junzhuo's sword has arrived.
In Lu Marian's eyes, Liu Junzhuo began to draw his sword.
She drew the sword very slowly, and the light on the blade changed from dark to bright, and from bright to dark. Lu Marian stared at it, like watching the sun rise and the moon set, but the sword seemed to be infinitely long, forever. Liu Junzhuo could not finish pulling it out, Liu Junzhuo was not in a hurry, he was hanging his head, and relying on the continuous sword-drawing skills of his hand, he was trying to drag down Lu Marian's mind little by little.
What she drew was her own sword, and it was also Lu Yuejou's soul.
Lu Marian wanted to close her eyes, but she didn't dare not stare. But once she looked at the other person, she couldn't help but fall into the illusion of the other person drawing a sword. dilemma.
If this continues, I will be defeated without a fight.
Lu Jianjian's eyes narrowed, and ripples suddenly appeared under her feet.
She took a step forward and chose to take the initiative to draw her sword.
Liu Junzhuo's expression was slightly strange, but he smiled casually and said with a voice like a sword roar: "It's full of flaws... I really can't bear my temper."
But Lu Marian's sword was just a pretense, just to interrupt Liu Junzhuo's absolute initiative.
Liu Junzhuo was not fooled, but she also didn't want to drag him down slowly. The sword of Jiange was about resolute action.
When Lu Marion's figure moved, Liu Junzhuo's sword also came.
Lu Yueyou noticed that the sword spirit synergy was activated to the extreme, and she relied on her feeling to face the sword.
But she missed it.
When Lu Marry opened her eyes again, in Liu Junzhuo's world in the pot, layers of swords were already coming. They were like endless waves composed of countless swords, one wave higher than the other. Press yourself.
This is one sword made of thousands of swords.
While blocking with Lu Jiao's sword, she wanted to cut through the sea of swords. But if one can cut through a wave, how can one cut through the real sea
The continuous sword intention is like a long melody of ancient rhyme, winding around the beam three thousand times without interruption.
Lu Marian frowned. She looked at the flickering light in the darkness and was unable to determine Liu Junzhuo's position. She felt that the other party would come from the front, the side, or from behind... And she was attracted by this continuous flow. Jue's sword intention dragged him away, and he had no time to resist.
Her tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and the sword energy protecting her body was knocked out of cracks. After the strength was pressed to the limit, the blood in her chest heaved. The external pressure and internal pain made her face look like gold paper.
Is this the gap between her and the Five-Path Sword Cultivating Realm... She even had the thought of giving up on herself in the hope that Liu Junzhuo would take action as soon as possible and let her lose directly.
In the darkness, Liu Junzhuo held her sword and smiled. She deliberately affected the opponent's character and weakened his fighting spirit. This was pure Taoist suppression.
When the time was right, Liu Junzhuo stabbed her in the back with his sword. A simple sword.
Lu Jiaoyu was still trapped in the endless waves of sword intent, like an isolated island facing a thunderstorm, with no time to turn around and defend herself.
This is a sword that cannot be defeated.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
In the lake, a red shadow suddenly appeared. The shadow jumped out of the water, like a koi, but its fins were longer.
It was normal for a fish to jump out of the water, but it was exactly like this. A crack appeared in Liu Junzhuo's continuous sword intent. Lu Marion's eyes lit up, and she made a decisive decision. She drew her sword boldly, as if cutting off the water with a knife, and followed the discordant crack, Stop the lingering sword intent and cut it in half.
Liu Junzhuo frowned, wondering how a fish could get into his pot.
But she had already drawn the sword and could not change it. She still stabbed Lu Yueyou according to the original trajectory.
Zheng!
The sword sounded, and the sword light illuminated the faces of both parties in the darkness.
Lu Yuaiyuan had turned around. She was as cold as ice, staring at Liu Junzhuo, and cut off her willow branch. The willow branch was just wood after all, and was cut into two pieces by this sword.
The sky in the pot is broken.
The darkness fades and the sun sets.
On Youyue Lake, Lu Jiaoyou's white dress was wet by the lake water, but it reflected the sun's rays, making her look like the son of a god.
Liu Junzhuo held the broken willow tree and lowered her head in silence. Her sword and clothes were not stained by water, but she looked so embarrassed.
"You... what kind of fish are you raising?" Liu Junzhuo asked in confusion.
How could Lu Marian know, but she was too lazy to investigate. She was too depressed when she took the sword before, and now she just wanted to kill the other person's heart. Lu Marian expressed her feelings directly: "There are outstanding people here. You can break a willow branch into a sword. Why should I?" Can't the lake fish break the situation? The time and place are all mine, what can you do? Jiange... it's just me!"
With that said, Lu Marry turned and left.
Ning Xiaoling held her face with her little paws and looked at the master's figure dreamingly, thinking that after all, not all bad women could bully the master.
Liu Junzhuo stood on the spot, clutching her chest. Her sword heart, which had already reached perfection, kept ringing, and her body couldn't help but tremble... This was an emotion she hadn't experienced in countless years.
"Lu Marion!" Liu Junzhuo scolded.
"Huh?" Lu Marry stopped and turned slightly.
Liu Junzhuo's eyes were wild and he said: "At this time tomorrow, I will strike with all my strength and show no mercy for the last sword strike. I hope Miss Lu can be more patient and don't take offense."
Lu Marian nodded, feeling that she could not lose her momentum, so she said coldly: "Your disciple Liu Xiwan was already defeated by Ning Changjiu. After tomorrow, both master and disciple will be defeated by you."
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City of Ten Thousand Demons.
The heavy rain never stopped.
Siming leaned against the stone wall, opened his eyes slightly, and looked in the direction of the cave.
Lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating everything in front of him into a dark silhouette.
The golden-winged roc stood outside the cave. The golden feathers on his wings had faded and were filled with sticky blood that even rain could not wash away. The gray feathers on the back of his neck were scattered, and the white bones could be faintly seen under the flesh and blood of the armor. , under the red crow mask that was chopped into half, there was an old face full of scars.
After Bai Ze arrived, Jiuling Yuansheng had no time to pay attention to them.
The seriously injured Golden Winged Dapeng did not stop to rest even though he had countless broken bones. He knew that the silver-haired woman's injuries were several times more serious than his. He had to find them as soon as possible and grab the Golden Crow. Only in this way could he It is possible to turn defeat into victory.
Although it took more than an hour, fortunately, I finally found it...
The golden-winged roc looked at the young man in tattered white clothes and said, "Hand over the golden crow, and I will spare your lives. I don't want to kill you. The Nine Spirits Yuansheng is our common enemy."
Ning didn't speak for a long time. He glanced at the woman behind him.
Siming lay weakly, a murderous intention flashed in her eyes, but she was overwhelmed by fatigue. There was no trace of ice in her eyes, showing rare clarity and brightness, and her slender and graceful body no longer looked like The sword is like a black and white ancient painting handed down from generation to generation, which only wants to be treasured.
"Have a good rest and don't move around." Ning Jiujiu's voice was hoarse.
Siming hummed slightly.
The golden-winged roc asked: "Are you and her master and servant?"
Ning didn't speak for a long time, but directly called out the Golden Crow.
The golden-winged roc didn't expect the other party to be so cheerful, and said with a sharp smile: "Originally, I thought you were proud of your treasure and were unwilling to save this woman who will become a disabled person. It seems that I underestimated you."
Ning Jiujiu put his hand into the Golden Crow and pulled out a sword.
That's Yu Lei Sword.
On this day, Yu Lei was hammered again in the Kingdom of the Golden Crow and transformed back into something close to a sword.
He drew out his sword, stood up from the small cave, stared at the golden-winged roc with his sword eyes full of murderous intent, and solemnly said: "We share life and death together, it is not the turn of a monster like you to point fingers."
The golden-winged roc stared at him coldly, its demonic pupils blooming with a frightening red light.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the heavy rain that blew in turned into debris of ice and snow.
Ning Jiujiu took the initiative to take off his outer clothes.
He put his coat on Si Ming, who had cold hands and feet, and whispered: "Xue'er, wait for me to come back."
He had always wanted to call her like this, but he was usually not brave enough. Now that life or death was uncertain, he had no scruples.
Xue'er... On normal days, Siming's fist would have been met, but at this moment, Ning Changjiu's words were very serious and serious, without the slightest hint of flirting, just as if he had made an agreement with her.
Then... let's settle the accounts later.
Siming responded and said: "Live."
When she finished speaking, the golden-winged roc had already taken action angrily, and the broken golden feather started to burn again. Although his injuries were far more serious than Ning Changjiu, after all, he was once a great demon at the peak of the five realms. Even if his ribs were broken at this moment, , the Qi sea is exhausted, and he is definitely a difficult opponent.
Ning Jiujiu didn't have the slightest fear.
"Get out." He raised his head and spoke in a low voice.
The golden-yellow pupils reflected the shadow of the golden-winged roc.
When the golden-winged roc struck out his sword, he stood up brazenly, held the barrier in hand, sprinted through the rock cave, carried his sword with his Shura body, and crashed into his arms.
boom!
The scarred chest of the golden-winged roc was hit by him, and he actually dragged him and knocked him away.
He spread his wings, dragged his body forcefully, turned his palms back, held a golden feather, and stabbed Ning Jiujiu in the back.
Ning Jiujiu did not block it.
He did not intend to drag out the opponent, but directly chose to exchange injuries for injuries.
He knew that although the Golden-winged Dapeng was at a high level, it was only a thin line away from real collapse. Even if he was struck by thousands of swords, he would still push the Golden-winged Dapeng over the line that symbolized death.
With a scoff, blood flowers exploded in the rain.
The two penetrated each other's body at the same time.
The golden-winged roc slapped its sharp claws, trying to hook his throat. Ning Jiujiu caught the water in the mirror and avoided the claws, then summoned the golden crow and stabbed directly into his eyes.
The golden-winged roc was shocked, exploded its spiritual power, and fluttered its wings to retreat.
Ning Jiujiu's figure was blown away by the air wave, their bodies separated, and their swords were pulled out from each other's bodies.
Ning held the blood-stained Yu Lei for a long time.
The heavy rain washed away the blood on the sword, and the blade was like a bright mirror.
The golden-winged roc stared at him, suddenly stretched out its eagle-like claws and snapped its fingers.
Nothing happens.
The golden-winged roc frowned, and the face under the red crow mask was full of doubts.
While Ning Jiujiu used the power of time to repair the wound, he took out a golden rope from his arms - the Golden Rope.
"Are you looking for this?" Ning Jiujiu said, letting go of his hand and throwing it off the cliff.
He had already realized that the golden rope was the treasure of the Golden-winged Dapeng. If it was left on his body, it would most likely become the sword that stabbed him in the back. Therefore, he had previously thrown it into the Golden Crow to erase the mark left by the Dapeng. went.
The golden-winged roc looked at the magic weapon falling down like a dead snake. He was stunned for a while and suddenly laughed.
"Okay... very good, Golden Crow... the holy weapon left to me by the saint happened to be a bow... I see, you are the opponent I have been waiting for for hundreds of years!"
Three thousand years ago, the nine golden crows in the sky were shot by gods with arrows.
Is today also the time for him to draw his bow and shoot at the sun
Lightning and thunder were still jumping in the sky.
In the sky, the two faced each other, all conspiracies and intrigues were wiped out, and the future direction of their fate was entrusted to the cold sword blades in their hands.