There was lightning and thunder and heavy rain.
The already dark sky seemed to have been penetrated by rain. The raindrops hit the sword, and the color of steel flashed through the violent torrential rain. The murderous intention seemed to have been dormant for a long time, and suddenly a ferocious tiger appeared, crossing the darkness, The fangs like swords stabbed at the enemy's neck.
Ning stood with his sword hanging for a long time, staring at the golden-winged roc. The sea of consciousness expanded rapidly like a ring-shaped air wave, covering the battle area.
The wings of the golden-winged roc fluttered momentarily.
Ning couldn't see clearly how he moved for a long time. He disappeared from sight in an instant, and then a cold light flashed in front of him.
Ning Chang held Yu Lei surrounded by the aura of the netherworld and struck at the golden feather sword light.
The metal screamed, and the heat wave from the explosion reached their faces, instantly evaporating the rainwater, making the two people's eyebrows turn red.
Outside this cliff where heavy rain is flowing, the first clang of iron swords is like the sound of military drums when two armies confront each other. The battle is about to break out. Afterwards, thousands of arrows sweep like rain, gold and iron horses clash, and swords explode like fire. As it rose, white rainbows and golden light entwined, and the surrounding raindrops were illuminated thoroughly and then evaporated, turning into a large amount of white gas, and the smoke enveloped the two figures.
There are few mountains around, mostly vast plains. After the two of them reached a high place, the sound of the howling wind became particularly loud, like the roar of the sea rolling over one after another, lifting their figures to a higher place.
The golden-winged roc's body was destroyed, its strength was reduced by almost half, and all the bones in its body were broken. The Great Sun Buddha Kingdom Map and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword were destroyed in the previous battle. This was supposed to be a near-death experience. He was injured, but the monster's unimaginable physical strength and his five hundred years of willpower supported him.
The last piece of the puzzle of Ten Thousand Demons Jue is right in front of him, how can he give up
Although Ning Jiujiu was also seriously injured, his skin injuries were well recovered by the power of time. Only when he broke through the five paths, he was forcefully interrupted, leaving serious injuries to his body that were difficult to heal in a short period of time.
Although their own realms are very different, one is ebbing and the other is ebbing. The fatal injury of the golden-winged roc gives them the possibility of a fight to the death.
In the cave, Si Ming lay sickly on the stone wall. She listened to the thunder and the sound of swords coming from outside, and her mind could not calm down.
She looked at the white clothes draped around her body. This clothes could not provide much warmth in the cold. The heavy rain had washed the white clothes clean. There was no fishy smell of blood in the clothes. Perhaps because of walking through a large dense forest, the clothes still had stains on the skirt. With some fragrance of vegetation.
She lowered her eyes weakly, looking at the broken white clothes, trying to gather the spiritual power in her body, but her injuries were more serious than she imagined.
In the final blow with Nine Spirits Yuansheng, many joints between her limbs and bones were shattered by his lion's roar, and her recovery was slow. Most importantly, her sundial was drained of its divine power and faded. , like a stone statue, the sea of qi was almost penetrated, like a bamboo basket, unable to retain any spiritual energy.
At this moment, as long as she used her spiritual power, it felt like hot iron liquid was poured through her chest, and the twisting pain stimulated her to drip with sweat.
She kept panting, and the self-doubt in her heart was like countless knives, cutting into her spirit... She was like broken porcelain, trying to put her hands together, but the porcelain pieces scratched her skin, and her hands were covered with blood.
She hated this feeling. She didn't care at first when she lost to Sin Lord, but the Nine Spirits Yuansheng was only a mortal body. No matter how powerful his demonic power was, how could he transcend to become a true god
The slight fragrance of the white clothes lingered on the tip of her nose, making her feel calmer. She adjusted the balance of her mind and body, trying to heal her injuries and regain her strength.
She stood up, slowly climbed closer to the cave, and looked at the sky.
The cold rain slapped his face.
Her clear eyes, free of ice and snow, looked at the dark sky. In the flashing lightning, the sword fire spread during the impact, which made her involuntarily think of the fireworks on Clothes Street, which could not be extinguished no matter how heavy the rain was. fireworks.
The battle raged above the torrential rain.
The scale of this battle was far less massive than the first battle between Siming and the Golden-winged Dapeng, but it was even more dangerous.
The ancient Yulei Sword was filled with spiritual power and emitted a bloody light. He held this slender sword and struck it towards the place where the golden light flashed. He almost forgot about those sword moves and only used the Tianyu Sword Sutra. Mo Yu pinched it upside down and melted into the sword.
He held the sword like a red-hot iron rod and swung wildly at the location of the golden-winged roc. His sword moves matched the violent storm, and roared like a lion, endlessly pressing towards the golden-winged roc. , as if the sky is full of wind and rain, the sword intention will not stop.
The figure of the golden-winged roc was shrouded in airtight by the sword light. He flapped his wings several times and tried to get away, but he was always wrapped around Ning Chang's tarsal bones like maggots. Yu Lei's cold front was a bit blunt, but in his hands it was It came like a slashing blade, and during the confrontation between the two, the flesh and blood of the golden-winged roc was cut open again before it could dodge, and blood spurted out.
Ding!
Suddenly there was a clear cry.
Ning Ning's long and continuous sword shadow was shattered by the heavy rain around him.
In the vast mist, golden light suddenly emerged, blocking Yu Lei's sword from stabbing his chest.
Ruyi black iron magic stick!
This magic stick has not been restored to its original form. It was previously hidden in the void by the golden-winged roc, and it was waiting for an opportunity. But Ning Jiujiu's offensive was too fierce, so he had to take it out in advance and fight him to the death.
After finally forcing the stick out, Ning Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief. He was originally very nervous to prevent the stick from suddenly appearing and catching him off guard.
Now he can draw the sword more freely.
The two figures entangled and collided again.
The sacred vessel deserves to be called a sacred vessel.
Once it was revealed, the golden-winged roc, which was originally at a disadvantage in the confrontation, instantly reversed the situation. The Ruyi Black Iron Magic Stick had natural restraint on Yu Lei, and Yu Lei's skin-cutting and bone-gnawing Netherworld Qi was easily defeated by the magic stick. Cleaning up, the golden-winged roc swept across with his stick, forcing Ning Jiujiu to retreat steadily with each swing.
The golden-winged roc's face under half of the red crow mask was washed by the rain, looking crazy and violent.
rushing!
After the golden-winged roc forced Ning Jiujiu back a hundred feet, he took advantage of the gap in the connection between his moves to split the mountain with a stick. The thunder and lightning in the sky lit up at the right time, adding to the power.
Ning Jiujiu was overwhelmed and was thrown away by a stick and hit the mountain wall. The mountain wall cracked instantly and his body was directly blasted into the depths.
The golden-winged roc flapped its wings fiercely and came outside the cave with a stick.
He looked at the dark cave, but there was also golden light inside.
That is Shura's divine body. Shura is something that has gone through countless hardships and reincarnations many times. The thickness of its soul and spiritual will are far beyond what human beings can match. Ning Jiujiu becomes more courageous as he fights. He flies out of it with his divine body burning like a meteor. It hit the golden-winged roc, and Yu Lei, who was hiding in his arms, thrust out at the same time.
This was a sword that was forward-looking but full of flaws, pointing directly at the chest of the golden-winged Dapeng. Dapeng hesitated for a moment while changing his life and defending, and finally chose to block it with a horizontal stick.
The sword and the stick collided together, Shura's golden body sprouted three heads and six arms, and kept hitting the body of the golden-winged roc.
The golden-winged roc was no longer able to condense the heaven and earth, so he had to resist with his tyrannical body. His body kept retreating, and his waving wings struggled to resist the power of Ning Jiujiu.
After the sword was pressed to the extreme, the Golden-winged Dapeng held up his stick, pushed his sword away, then swung the stick and smashed it down on his head.
This was supposed to be an exchange of offense and defense.
But Ning Jiujiu did not block him. Instead, he held the sword with both hands, pointed it at his heart, turned around and struck again.
This was the determination to kill. Ning Jiujiu's golden eyes were filled with discordant red. He had never felt his body and the sword in his hand so clearly... Between the limbs and bones, the acupoints all over his body emitted a whirlpool-like sound. With the roar, he felt that his spirit and the sword in his hand had become one, and he couldn't even tell whether the sword was leading him or he was leading the sword.
Similarly, the Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra that is almost carved into it is also extremely clear. It is the sword with the most decisive killing intent. It does not require any defense and only needs one sword to pierce the opponent's heart.
The sword stabbed at the heart of the golden-winged roc, cleanly and smoothly.
The golden-winged roc was also suffocated by the sudden murderous intent, but he was also aroused to blood. He didn't want to defend anymore, so he continued to hold the stick and hit it on the head.
Shura's golden body failed to catch the stick. Ning Jiujiu turned his head based on his dangerous intuition and avoided the head of the stick, but the magic stick was still hit firmly on his shoulder.
The shoulder bone of his left shoulder was shattered. Ning Jiujiu gritted his chattering teeth and stabbed the sword into the chest of the golden-winged roc.
The sword blade cut through the tough skin and penetrated into the extremely dense muscle, piercing all the way and directly piercing the heart.
The golden-winged roc let out a shrill scream. His eagle claws had returned to guard and grabbed the edge of the sword tightly. The Yulei sword exploded with red light. The eagle claws seemed to be holding a handful of fire, and the fire was burning. The burning sensation in the palm of the hand is like a dagger cutting into the palm, and the pain is biting. But he didn't let go, instead he held it tighter.
He held the stick in one hand to crush Ning Jiujiu's broken bones, and held the blade in one claw to prevent the sword's edge from penetrating deeply.
Ning Jiujiu could hardly hold the sword with his left hand. His body was trembling and he was panting. From time to time, killing intent collided and exploded between the two of them, making a tooth-piercing sound.
"You are the reincarnation of the ancient god, the spirit of the Golden Crow..." The golden-winged roc looked at him and gave a sharp smile: "You remnants, I really can't kill them all no matter how hard I try."
Ning remained silent for a long time, concentrating on trying to push the sword into the opponent's body.
He bent his back, and the heavy rain kept hitting his back. The blood in his body was constantly washed away, and his body seemed to be drying up.
The sharp claws of the golden-winged roc were full of blood, and the edge of the Yulei sword had touched the bones, but he showed no pain, and his face was twisted with madness. He raised the stick again and struck Ning Jiujiu on the head. This time, there was no way for the other party to escape!
Ning Jiujiu suddenly raised his head.
The golden crow shines through the rainy night.
The golden-winged roc sensed the deadly dangerous aura. He wanted to withdraw his stick and run away, but his body was locked by the sword and he could not pull away.
The Golden Crow passed over the two of them, turned into a thread, absorbed them together, and disappeared into the rainy night.
When the golden-winged roc came back to his senses, he was already in a country full of broken sparks, with countless broken, magma-like things floating in the sky.
The golden-winged roc knew that this was a place similar to the Broken Kingdom of God, and here, it seemed that a sun had exploded in the sky.
This is Ning Jiujiu's Kingdom of God. Although he has not obtained the power in it, he has the favor of the Kingdom of God and his power can overwhelm the opponent.
"You really have more secrets than I thought." The golden-winged roc opened its beak full of blood and sneered.
Ning Jiujiu pushed the sword further, his pupils as sharp as a sword, "This is your graveyard."
He endured the severe pain just to lock the opponent and bring him here accurately. This is one of the things he has at the bottom of his box, always looking for a hit.
Ning Jiujiu's left shoulder was still unable to exert any strength, so he turned the hand holding the sword into a palm, slapped the hilt of the sword, and wanted to smash it into the heart of the golden-winged roc.
Although the Golden-winged Dapeng was at an absolute disadvantage, he did not panic at all.
He raised the Ruyi Black Iron Magic Stick.
Ning Changjiu's expression changed slightly, he guessed something. Immediately pouring all his strength into it, he pressed it on the sword. With a click, one of the fingers of the golden-winged roc was cut off, but his stick also fell towards the world.
At this moment, he didn't have the power to break open a world at all. But this stick does.
This is its innate ability!
When the saint held it, he traveled north and south across the world, shattering countless ancient gods' worlds, not to mention this dilapidated country.
When the magic stick fell, there seemed to be a huge wall of water standing up, causing huge waves.
Suddenly, the heavy rain fell again, soaking the two of them instantly.
The Golden Crow was restrained by the magic stick and turned into golden light flowing back into Ning Changjiu's body. However, how could the Golden-winged Dapeng allow him to do so? He stretched out his hand with the fingers cut off, and activated the devouring authority to take the Golden Crow into his body. .
Ning Jiujiu was shocked. The mental power he was proud of could not defeat the Ten Thousand Demon Art. He actually lost control of the Golden Crow at this moment.
If the Ten Thousand Demon Art is completed, the Golden-winged Dapeng will instantly reach a new realm, and everything will be irreversible by then.
At this moment, a ray of silver light, like a whip of light, flashed past the corner of his eye. When he looked again, the light arrow had penetrated the palm of the golden-winged roc's power.
The Golden Crow turned into a stream of light and fled back to Ning Changjiu's body.
Outside the cave, Siming raised her hand and intertwined her fingers. After she confirmed that she had hit the golden-winged roc with one blow, her arm dropped weakly.
Amidst the screams of the Golden-winged Dapeng, Ning Changfu was in his heart. Holding the sword in his right hand, he used the killing style of the Tianyu Sword Sutra and handed out the killing sword to the heart of the Golden-winged Dapeng.
Poof!
The blood surged wildly, the demon blood turned into fire when it met water, and smoke rose.
At the time of life and death, the golden-winged Dapeng, who had been brave all his life, chose to retreat. But it was the right decision, otherwise his heart would have been cut in half.
Injuries add to injuries, and the golden-winged roc's power, which was already on the verge of collapse, was about to crush him at any time.
He covered his heart with his broken palm and used his last strength to hit Ning Changchun.
Ning Jiujiu was not afraid. The remaining Shura body was embedded in his flesh and blood, and he also hit the golden-winged roc.
With a bang, the figure of the golden-winged roc was directly knocked out and fell to the ground at high speed.
Ning Jiujiu's thin clothes were soaked with blood, and the muscles underneath were torn and bloody. He had no strength to fight anymore, but he knew that this was the best chance to kill the golden-winged roc... He roared low , using nothingness like willpower to support himself, he chased in the direction where the golden-winged roc fell.
In the dense forest, the rain became lighter.
It was filled with thick fog as the rain evaporated.
The golden-winged roc was nowhere to be seen.
Ning looked around for a long time. Amidst the slippery moss and muddy ground, a stream rushed into the distance. There were still some traces of blood in the stream and the surrounding mud.
The golden-winged roc escaped along this stream...
Ning Jiujiu did not hesitate, following the bloody traces he sensed, he immediately picked up his sword and caught up. But at this moment, the faint shouts of demon soldiers came from behind.
It turns out that before the golden-winged roc came here, he had already predicted it and put down the fire bomb signal. Now that the fighting is about to end, the demon soldiers who received the signal have almost rushed over.
Damn...
Siming, who was seriously injured, was still in the cave.
He took a deep breath, immediately turned around, climbed up the cliff like a cloud, and returned to the cave. Without saying a word, he grabbed Siming's arm and pulled her up.
"Why don't you chase?" Siming asked weakly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Someone is coming."
Behind them, blazing torches spread in the rain.
Siming gritted his teeth and said: "You can go after them, I can handle these little soldiers... ahem."
"Stop talking nonsense." Ning Jiujiu leaned over and let her lean on his back.
Siming pursed his lips and leaned forward feebly. His bloodless arms hung limply around his neck. The slender jade hands hanging down to his chest were as cold as ice. Their backs and chests were almost in contact with each other. She Leaning on Ning Changjiu's neck, he remained silent.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath. When the torch approached, his body suddenly moved. He jumped between the cliffs with the woman on his back. He temporarily avoided the pursuers in a few flashes and escaped into the vast forest.
Ning stood by the stream for a long time and hesitated for a while, but still felt that he could not give up the great opportunity. Carrying Si Ming on his back, he chased the golden-winged roc who was seriously injured and escaped while keeping a distance from those demon soldiers.
Siming's head was buried in the crook of his neck, and the jade body attached to his body was soft and boneless. If he was just running, this weight would not be considered a burden at all.
Ning could feel her breath lingering on his neck for a long time. The breath was cold, and it seemed that what was breathed out was not air, but ice.
"What's wrong with you?" Ning Jiujiu asked anxiously.
Siming's lips and teeth were filled with ice, his breath was like frost, and he comforted softly: "It's okay... I won't die if the sundial is not broken."
Having said that, she was the only one who knew clearly that more and more cracks were appearing on her sundial.
She didn't know why, but she guessed something: she was a life born from the kingdom of God... Her body was incompatible with this world. For example, she was spotless. Except for rain, not a piece of soil could stick to her body. . Although this is wonderful in itself, it also means that she is essentially not from this world at all.
She has been away from the Kingdom of God for too long and is in a new world. The rules of the new world have never really accepted her.
In the past, she was very powerful, and this weak rule could not do anything to her, but once her strength was exhausted, things that she had not paid attention to in the past would suddenly become deadly knives and swords, and they tried to disintegrate her little by little. , making her the nourishment of the world...
She must return to her own kingdom of God before she can recover. But... this is impossible to do.
She buried these in her heart and did not talk to Ning for a long time.
Ning Changjiu said: "Go inside the Golden Crow, it will be warmer there."
"No!" Siming said flatly.
This world does not accept her, and in the Golden Crow Kingdom, her backlash will only become more serious.
She did not tell the real reason, but whispered: "My strength is slowly recovering, just like it did just now. If I didn't help you, the Golden Crow would have been taken away... I stayed outside to take care of you... It's better. .”
After saying this long sentence, Siming's chest rose and fell violently. She leaned on Ning Changjiu's shoulder, feeling his warm body in the cold. This was the only warmth she could feel at the moment.
Ning long-term pursuit along the winding stream.
Ahead, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.
His spirits were high and he was ready to make a sneak attack with the golden-winged roc lurking in the fog or bushes.
But he gradually became distracted... because he felt that the body behind him seemed to be cooling down little by little, and the breath gently blowing on his neck became weaker and weaker.
"Si Ming!" Ning Changjiu was startled and immediately shouted.
"Yeah." Siming responded from the tip of his nose.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What's wrong with you? Tell me the truth!"
Siming whispered: "It's okay, it's just a little... cold."
Ning Changjiu's heart was shaken, and he immediately said: "I won't chase the golden-winged roc anymore. I will heal your injuries first."
"Chase." Siming frowned slightly. After uttering a syllable, he took a breath and said with difficulty: "We must... kill it."
Ning Jiujiu spoke very quickly: "Don't worry, my sixth senior brother is very powerful. Let's find a place to hide. When he is defeated, Jiuling Yuan Sheng will definitely come to find us. I... I'll do it for you first... ahem... "
As he spoke, the injuries inside his body broke out even worse, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Siming opened his eyes slightly and looked at the shoulder she was leaning on—the left shoulder. Only now did she realize that the bones in her shoulder were completely broken, and she had just been lying on his head. He must be in so much pain...
Ning stepped on the wet ground for a long time and his feet sank slightly.
He wanted to put Si Ming down, but Si Ming said: "I'm fine... you... chase..."
No matter what she said, her body was still getting colder irreversibly. She found that she was gradually losing control of her body. She didn't know the pain or tiredness... She also knew that if she continued like this, she would definitely die.
"Ning Changjiu!" Siming's voice was slightly hoarse.
"What?" Ning asked for a long time.
Siming Bing's lips trembled and he said in a trembling voice: "Nu Wen... stimulate Nu Wen... quickly!"
Although Ning Changjiu was confused, he did as he was told and relied on his thoughts to connect to the slave pattern.
Behind him, Siming's moan sounded softly, as thin as a gossamer. She did not feel ashamed, but gained the joy of life... The slave pattern was something that connected the soul. As it was stimulated, her perception of the body gradually returned. The cold dissipated a little, and she seemed to have found something in the ice and snow. A campfire greedily draws warmth.
But the shattering of the sundial did not stop.
"Continue... cough... continue!" Siming's voice was soft and urgent: "No, don't... stop."
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu also felt that she had cheered up a little, and quickly distracted herself to stimulate Nuwen, making her body warm a little bit. What was originally a punishment for the master and slave, now became her last life-saving torch.
Siming felt the electric current that was constantly flowing in her body. She was addicted to it, and her body was trembling. If her arms had not lost the strength, she would have taken the initiative to touch the one left by Lu Yuai.
The night is getting darker and the surrounding visibility is getting lower and lower.
The pursuit of the demon soldiers has long been left behind.
Ning Jiujiu's chapped lips kept moving as he kept talking to her, for fear that she would leave quietly. Siming responded simply, saying that he was fine.
The smell of blood in the stream became more and more intense. Ning Jiujiu listened to the woman's gentle whisper and the gradually warming breath in his ear. His figure bounced among the rocks in the stream and burst out of the heavy fog at one go.
Behind the heavy fog is a tall and dangerous peak.
Ning had never been here or seen this place for a long time. He raised his head and saw the dangerous peaks towering into the clouds.
The bloodstains were not cut off, and Ning Jiujiu discovered that the blood was still mixed with fragments of internal organs—the golden-winged roc had reached the end of its strength.
Ning searched for blood stains for a long time and found a hidden stone staircase. He turned his head and looked at Siming with concern and said, "Are you okay?"
"Okay." Si Ming responded.
"Si Ming!" Ning Jiujiu's words were suddenly harsh, and his pupils were shining with water: "Don't forget your identity! You can't die if I don't allow you to die! Tell me the truth, how are you doing now..."
Siming smiled suddenly, her smile was weak. She did not answer directly, but said intermittently: "We don't have an umbrella anymore... I want... ahem, watch it die."
Ning stood silent for a long time, gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his left shoulder, and said, "No, I'll cure you first! Once your body and bones are healed, let's go kill together."
"No!" Siming objected: "It's too late... Do you want me to die in peace?"
Ning Jiujiu was shocked and said in horror: "What did you say?!"
Si Ming smiled miserably, and finally said truthfully: "The sundial is about to break... No one can save me, Ning... Ning Changjiu, that morning, the mirror... I... ahem..."
The words were interrupted by a cough. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was made of ice crystals.
Ning Jiujiu trembled all over and said, "Stop talking! Just hold on... I will definitely save you!"
Siming closed her eyes and her eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost. She continued: "Kill... the golden-winged roc... this is my last wish."
Ning Jiujiu was completely confused.
What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.
If what Siming said was true, he really couldn't think of any way to save her.
He looked around frantically, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the endless peaks.
Blessing to the soul.
"Kun...Kunlun?" Ning Jiujiu said to himself: "That's right! Kunlun!"
Master is above Kunlun! There is nothing in the world that she cannot do! Destiny sent him here to climb mountains!
Only then did hot thoughts well up in his mind, and he wanted to tell Siming this. But a bucket of cold water was poured down, and he saw the eye-catching red letters on the peak: Tianzhu.
This is Tianzhu Peak, not Kunlun.
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, and he had no time to think about it. Whether it was to kill the golden-winged roc or to go to Kunlun, he had to go up the mountain... He had no choice but to go up the mountain!
A bone-piercing pain suddenly came from his left shoulder.
Along the way, Siming knew that his left shoulder was injured, so he deliberately raised his neck. Now that she had no extra strength, she could only lean on him gently.
"Hold on..."
Ning Chang's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he whispered, stepped on the stone steps, jumped up, and ran towards the mountain.
There was lightning and thunder and heavy rain.