The blocked river surged beneath his feet and was condensed into solid ice by Zhou Zhenyue's sword intent.
Liu Junzhuo's snow-white top was splashed with smoke and dust, and blood was slowly spreading on her left chest, like an embroidered peony, pressing seductively on the snowdrift.
Beside the shocking broken peak, the two strongest women in the sword pavilion stood on rocks and ice slag, their pupils having been robbed of light by the day-like sword.
Because it was still night, so even though the sword light was far away from here, it was still so bright that it was dazzling.
"How could..." Liu Junzhuo muttered to himself, holding half of the withered bamboo sword.
Zhou Zhenyue was the first to react. She didn't say a word, her eyebrows sharpened like narrow knives.
Click!
The black ice under Zhou Zhenyue's feet instantly shattered, and she stepped through the river. Her figure rose from the ground and turned into a rainbow shadow, flying towards the east.
Liu Junzhuo covered the injury on his chest. She couldn't wait for the injury to heal, so she took a breath and got up to chase after him.
At this moment, among the dark peaks, golden light opened like pupils, lighting up the night instantly.
"Senior sister, be careful!" Liu Junzhuo thought something was wrong and warned.
Zhou Zhenyue also felt an arrow approaching her.
But she was confident that her body was as strong as lightning, and even the best archer in the world would not be able to hit her when she was using her full strength.
But things once again exceeded her expectations.
In the blink of an eye, the rapidly rotating arrow clusters were condensed with dazzling golden light and rushed in front of them.
Her body-protecting sword intent collided with the arrow energy, and sparks of golden light exploded, illuminating her frost-like brows like gold silk.
Zhou Zhenyue is far calmer than Liu Junzhuo.
She couldn't understand the arrow, but her sword jumped out instinctively and accurately intercepted the tip of the arrow.
"Break it!" Zhou Zhenyue shouted sharply.
Two rays of red fire spread from left to right, turning into staggered crosses and slashing at the arrow.
The golden arrow was also instantly destroyed and turned into fragments. The aftermath of the sword energy split the mountaintop beneath its feet.
Zhou Zhenyue recalled the direction of the arrow. She opened her mouth slightly, spit out a handleless flying sword, cut through the sky, and stabbed in the direction of the arrow. The sword light was like a slender silver string appearing out of thin air. It was terrifyingly straight and capable of stabbing. Through anyone's flesh and bone.
The sword edge flew away, but returned without success, with a buzzing sound.
Zhou Zhenyue felt even more incredible.
How did this arrow land in front of him
In the blink of an eye, Liu Junzhuo also followed. They exchanged looks, suppressed the shock in their hearts, and flew to the east with their swords to support the two junior brothers.
Between Tianhu peaks, big waves are rushing.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the thinly cold peak from a distance, watching the two figures flying towards the east. He breathed a sigh of relief, called out the Golden Crow, swallowed the divine bow, and then casually waved a few sword auras, cutting off several cultivators. Bamboo, tied into a raft.
The layout of the sword pavilion was carefully thought out. If he used his spiritual power to control the sword, he would probably be noticed.
The bamboo raft was quickly completed. The river in front of him was the mouth of the river, and the water was flowing in the direction of Tianhu Peak. He sat on the bamboo raft and quietly crossed the river, walking towards the river near Liu Junzhuo. One piece.
Now that she had been pushed aside by Siming, he could pass by unimpeded.
The river water pushed him into the dark peaks, like a floating leaf.
He closed his eyes, but his Taiyin Eyes were always open, watching the situation on Siming's side, ready to draw his bow for assistance at any time.
In the east, the light of dawn has receded.
Under the shroud of darkness, murderous intent spread at an even more terrifying speed.
With the roaring sound of explosions, the uncanny hilltops exploded one after another, and the rubble flew at high speed. Each piece looked like a murderous knife.
Three figures shuttled among them, and the sword intent was like blades cutting out of nowhere, touching each other, and sounding in the falling rocks, like exploding metal firecrackers.
The third and fourth senior brothers were defeated faster than they imagined.
Siming is a true cultivator at the top of the Five Paths. Apart from those few demon kings and true immortals, who in this world has the qualifications to challenge her? The seventh floor master of Luoshu Tower was directly killed by her on Tongjie Peak.
Siming's figure shuttled proudly and sharply.
Yu Lei's sword was held in her hand, and unimaginable light erupted. Wherever the sword's edge passed, the falling stone suddenly moved faster and slower, forming a clever rhythm in the chaotic balance.
She fought against the Golden-winged Dapeng and the Jiulingyuan Holy War. Both of them were old monsters who had lived for thousands of years and were strong men who stood at the pinnacle of the Five Paths. How can the sword of Tao enter her eyes again
Siming's icy eyes lit up, filled with sword energy. Behind her divine robe, the cold moon outlined her hair, making it look like ice silk.
The third and fourth senior brothers were tired of resisting. The rules and pride of the sword pavilion prevented them from withdrawing. However, the swords pressed by Si Ming were like mountains and seas, stronger than when the senior sister was training the sword.
He is obviously only fourth in the world, why can he have such terrifying sword intent
Siming looked at the sword light running in the distance and smiled lightly.
As if the darkness melted into the night, Si Ming's figure disappeared instantly.
In an instant that could not be captured by the naked eye, the third brother's sword was broken into two pieces, the sleeves of his robe were torn, and the sword flew upside down in his body. He was hit by the rocks that came one after another, and he was retreating steadily.
The fourth senior brother was even worse. He was hit hard by the sword in the chest, and his figure flew away like lightning, hitting the mountaintop directly.
The sword entered his lower abdomen and pinned him to the cliff.
There were cracks in his body, and the cliff behind him shattered, and he fell into the river together with his body.
"Junior brother!" The third senior brother gritted his teeth and shouted.
Siming's sword was forced in front of him again.
Third Brother's sword was broken. He frowned and wanted to reach out and lock the sword with his own sword bones.
Phew!
The sword bones failed to lock the sword.
The sword pierced the palm of his hand and shot toward his eyebrows.
He felt no pain, only his pupils shrank suddenly. He had never been close to death, and when he tasted this person for the first time, the fear in his heart almost tore his heart to pieces.
At the critical moment, a cold light fell from the sky and intercepted the sword.
Zhou Zhenyue has arrived, followed closely by Liu Junzhuo.
Liu Junzhuo looked at the fourth junior brother who climbed up awkwardly from the rocks in the river and the third junior brother who had a hole in the back of his hand, and knew that they would no longer be able to fight in a short time.
Liu Junzhuo asked himself that it was impossible to defeat two five powerful men in an instant.
Is the gap between No. 7 in the world and No. 4 in the world so big
The one with a more solemn look than her was Zhou Zhenyue.
Zhou Zhenyue stopped in front of the third junior brother, grabbed the white sword light in her hand, squeezed it hard, and crushed it.
She stared at Si Ming's ethereal figure in the air and said coldly: "Are you the master of the Ancient Spirit Sect?"
Liu Junzhuo also looked at her, and the woman with silver hair and black robe came into his eyes. Although she didn't want to admit it, at the first moment, she was already amazing.
How could there be such a perfect and almost demonic woman in the world...
She already boasted that she was stunningly beautiful in the world, but she still couldn't help but feel ashamed in front of Siming.
This is not the emotion that should be associated with a life and death battle.
Liu Junzhuo knew that his swordsmanship had been very chaotic recently. During a master's fight, every slight loss of concentration might have irreversible effects.
Si Ming stood in the air, and around her, countless elements flowed invisible around her. Her silver hair was flying rhythmically, and her eyebrows were dyed with a bright silver color, reflecting her cold cheeks like blades. The Chiliang.
"Finally everyone is here." Si Ming looked at the two seriously injured male disciples and the pair of sword pavilion girls and said calmly.
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Where is Ning Changjiu? Where is he?"
Siming lightly threw Yu Lei's sword, and Yu Lei danced around. She looked at Zhou Zhenyue and said, "Are you going to say that if you hand over Ning Changjiu, you can spare my life?"
Zhou Zhenyue's face was cold and she remained silent. Only the waterfall of sword intent spread out layer by layer, turning into dragons and phoenixes that roamed around her.
Siming stretched out his hand and held the Yu Lei Sword again. Her momentum suddenly increased. In the sky, the moon suddenly overlapped with her, blooming with a faint silver color.
Siming said: "You give way now, I will spare your lives."
"Rubber talk!" Zhou Zhenyue heard the words and took a step forward, the ancient sword in its sheath making a lion's cry.
Si Ming listened to the roar of the sword like a lion's roar, and a violent look appeared in his eyes.
"Sword Pavilion..." Siming's tone was cold: "Today I will teach you where the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world lies."
Like the moon exploding, the silver glow spread across the sky and spread into an endless sea. Si Ming's black divine robe stood out in the silver glow, and her silver hair seemed to be embedded in the entire sky.
In one thought, the sky changes and everything surges.
Si Ming raised the sword high, as if she were sticking it into a furnace. The silver sea from the sky adhered to the tip of the sword, and followed her movements, slowly pressing it down.
A terrible sense of oppression emerged in the hearts of the two Jiange disciples.
But they didn't retreat even a step.
Zhou Zhenyue grasped the hilt of the sword and suddenly pulled the sword out of the sheath. The silver sword dragon was flying in the sky. She flew like a dragon and slashed towards the sky with her sword.
Liu Junzhuo also abandoned distracting thoughts, calmed down her mind, and held out a sword. The realm of the sun and moon in the pot unfolded. She stood in the darkness, locked Si Ming's energy, and drew out the sword vigorously.
In the sky, the sword battle was about to break out, and the flames of the sword fire spread across the sky, burning into brilliant clouds all over the sky.
Tianhu Peak is a famous scenic spot in China. It is named because the peak in the middle is shaped like a Wat. If you climb to the top during the day and look around, you will see the solemn beauty of the ministers holding the scepter. It has been praised by countless immortals for its imperial aura.
But now, the mountains of these jade tablets are shattered one after another in the red light.
It was as if in the imperial court in the last years, all the ministers were speechless, and only the singer Li Zao Hua Ling danced gracefully, wearing a colorful dress and overwhelming the dynasty.
The river has ups and downs.
Ning Changjiu sat on the lonely boat, walking along the waves, looking at the sword fire covering the sky in the darkness covered by the mountains.
The terrifying weather unknowingly enveloped the entire world. The giant peaks in the distance were crushed one after another. The rolling boulders created waves and tried to fill up the river.
The bamboo raft goes along the river and will pass Yuhu Mountain.
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Nanzhou, abyss.
The place where Lu Jiewei practiced in Jielu was already overgrown with weeds, the wooden figure with Ning Changjiu's name engraved on it had decayed, and the small flying array on the ground was washed away by the rain.
In a few years, everything here will disappear, only the stories will be passed down.
Today, there are guests outside the thatched cottage.
It was a girl with white hair and a white skirt, with an extremely childish appearance. Her body was like a condensation of light, eating away at the darkness with every step she took.
Bai Zang finally appeared in the human world.
She stood on the edge of the abyss, bent down, and picked up a feather invisibly.
Crowfeather.
"Sin." Bai Zang recognized the divinity in this feather.
Sin King once entered the abyss and returned without success. No one knows the details.
This is also the reason why Bai Zang is cautious.
She gathered Crow Feather into her palm and looked at the falling surface of the abyss. After confirming that no one would disturb her, she finally took a step forward.
The falling surface came toward her.
Bai Zang fell into the abyss of time.
Under her feet was a flat sea of sand.
In the sea of sand, countless ghosts were buried deep in the sand, and no one dared to look out of the sand to take a look at her.
Bai Zang didn't look at them either.
She took a gentle step and walked into the depths of Time Abyss.
The torrent of time washed past her without leaving any impact.
She took another step and came to the hive-like nest group.
She looked at these nest groups and confirmed that its body was the brain - Shiyuan was the head of the headless god.
Bai Zang stretched out his hand towards the nest.
The materialized time in the nest slowly flowed out, struggling to fly towards her palm.
These **like hours are all the brains of the headless god.
Bai Zang held the 'brains' in her hands, and she tried to absorb them, but was unable to accommodate them.
Bai Zang frowned.
"铓FU, Lei Lao, Quan Lin, Yuan Jun?" Bai Zang named these four names one by one.
Compared with Sin Jun's original judgment, she eliminated another Tianji.
She did not choose to force accommodation.
She is the Divine Lord of Baiyinxue Palace and the ruler of the world, but Broken Boundary City is a completely new territory for her.
The most important thing is that the unscrupulous person here has used his authority to forcibly conceal many secrets. If she tries to explore them forcefully, she may suffer backlash from this world.
But she was not impatient.
She still has a month to go.
This time was enough for her to figure out the secrets of Broken Boundary City.
Bai Zang raised his toes lightly and took one step down, reaching Shi Yuan's exit.
She glanced at the headless statue of the King of God on the wall and walked out of the light curtain.
At this moment, the Broken Boundary City was still shrouded in darkness.
In the royal palace, Shao Xiaoli, who was wrapped in a red dress, rested on her elbows and fell asleep. In her dream, she saw countless stars, especially the one in the right position, which was like a gem, so beautiful.
Even though she once told her about her star destiny, she always remembered:
"When you were born, you had the White Ape Star, the Jade Rabbit Star as your companion star, this is the comet, and the Roselle Star in the right position."
Roselle…
Shao Xiaoli felt that this was his own star.
She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch it, but the dream suddenly stopped.
She opened her eyes and saw that the place where the jade branches were hidden in the pool suddenly lit up.
"Master..." Shao Xiaoli stood up immediately.
In the pool, the light disappeared strangely again.
She felt a chill in her heart, and she always felt that this jade branch was reminding her of something.
She relied on her intuition and worriedly climbed to the high tower of the royal palace, climbing up to look far away.
Suddenly, Shao Xiaoli caught a disharmonious flash of white.
That... seems to be a person.
Her heart tightened, and she hid behind a pillar.
This feeling of fear was familiar to her—two years ago, when Lord Sin came to Duanjie City and she saw the black robe for the first time, this was the intuition that arose in her heart.
What's even more terrifying is that when she looked at the white figure, the figure slowly turned around and looked at herself.
The four words "certain death" were engraved in my heart.
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The skylight on Tianwa Mountain went out before dawn.
That battle continues.
In the fierce battle with the two senior sisters of Jiange, although Si Ming was not obviously at a disadvantage, there was no chance of winning. In the duel at the peak of the Five Paths, she never thought of actually killing the opponent in Tianhu Peak, because that way , oneself will certainly have to pay a heavy price.
It wasn't worth it to her.
The only person she truly considered her rival was the Sword Master.
"I heard that you were once a priest of the Kingdom of God? The Kingdom of God collapsed and you were exiled to the world?" Zhou Zhenyue deflected the oncoming sword and slashed across the opponent's throat.
Si Ming unfolded the power of time, and his figure was like a shaking flame, extinguishing in a flash. The next moment, he appeared behind Zhou Zhenyue, holding the sword in his backhand, slashing Sheng Guang towards her back.
"Are you still interested in asking about my origins?" Siming asked coldly.
The flying sword between Liu Junzhuo's eyebrows hit the tip of Si Ming's sword and bounced it away. Zhou Zhenyue had also turned around, and a thousand swords were born from a single thought. While shining through the long night, they smashed down towards Si Ming like a giant dragon.
Zhou Zhenyue said indifferently: "You shouldn't know who is the one who destroyed your kingdom of God, right? Now you want to abandon what you protect and act as an aid to others?"
Si Ming regarded these thousands of swords as if they were nothing.
When the murderous intent was like the giant sword God's Punishment, she moved nimbly. In the power of time, she seemed to have passed by without any dust. She even had the leisure to hold the dragon's sword light with her backhand, and hit the Stegosaurus' head with the sword like a reverse act. .
Si Ming smashed the giant dragon and said: "The king of the country is unruly, and the master and god come down to punish him. He beheads him and splits his power. It is very satisfying. You, a junior, are short-sighted. What do you know?"
Zhou Zhenyue suddenly frowned, and with a wave of her hand, she set up a sword domain and surrounded Siming.
She said coldly: "Those who betray their trust will be condemned by heaven and earth!"
Si Ming was strolling in the sword field. While forcing Liu Junzhuo's sword back, she controlled Yu Lei and hit Zhou Zhenyue like a meteor.
Siming sneered and responded: "You have never been in contact with the true way of heaven, but you are obsessed with it. How stupid you are. You are a human being, not a dog in heaven!"
Zhou Zhenyue's eyebrows were stern. She bit her finger and inserted it into the center of her eyebrows. The essence and blood were brewed, and thousands of swords condensed into 'one'.
"I think you are the dog whose spine was broken!" Liu Junzhuo said coldly, blocking the moonlight in the sky with a sword. She cooperated with the senior sister, trying to lock it, and let the senior sister directly hit it severely with a sword.
Siming turned his head and stared at Liu Junzhuo with murderous intent.
"I'm talking to your senior sister, when will it be your turn to interrupt?" Siming scolded coldly, fluttering his robe and raising his hand to the sky.
The darkness separated by Liu Junzhuo's sword was held in her hand, and she thrust it towards Liu Junzhuo.
The sky was pressing down, and Liu Junzhuo could not avoid it. He was pressed by this blow and fell towards a mountain peak.
Zhou Zhenyue's giant sword as big as a sky boat also appeared.
Siming looked at the sword and stretched out his finger.
On the divine robe, the complex tattoos were reflected again, like the silver patterns on the black lacquered porcelain bottle.
"Suppress!" Siming shouted commandingly.
The sky and the earth stood still, and the giant boat stopped in front of them.
But behind her, Liu Junzhuo quickly cut away the pressing darkness and struck out a bright sword light, which instead slashed towards Siming's back.
Si Ming did not stop.
One arrow to the south.
Outside Tianhu Mountain, Ning Jiujiu had already passed by in a boat. On the boat, he drew the Yanghuang Cangyu Bow again.
Liu Junzhuo, who devoted himself wholeheartedly to this battle, did not notice the arrow in time.
She sealed her sword and blocked it.
The sword cut away the arrow.
There was still half an arrow that passed by the blade and pierced her chest without any bias.
She was hit by another arrow.
This shouldn't be a serious injury.
But she left her back to Siming.
Si Ming used some of his sword energy to counterattack, and gave up resisting the elder sister's sword. His figure suddenly fell, his strength concentrated in the tip of his fist, and he punched Liu Junzhuo's vest without any fancy.
Liu Junzhuo turned around and barely blocked the blow, but her body was sent flying and she crashed into a large peak.
Mountains shatter.
At the same time, Zhou Zhenyue's sword also hit Si Ming's back.
Siming underestimated the power of this sword. Although her divine robe removed most of the power of the giant sword, her body still received a heavy blow. Her energy and blood surged, and her spiritual power was slightly stagnant. If she had exploded at this moment, it would be unnecessary. I am afraid that I will really be unable to withstand the fierce pursuit of fate.
But luckily, another golden arrow flew.
The golden arrow passed by her, as if kissing her skin.
Zhou Zhenyue, who wanted to take advantage of the victory, was illuminated by arrow light again.
With a loud bang, Zhou Zhenyue used her sword to forcefully shatter the arrow, but her figure was also knocked backwards.
In the mountain on the other side, Liu Junzhuo stepped on the fallen boulders, like stepping on a ladder, and pulled out of the mountain with his mud-stained body.
She bit her bloody lip with brows and was filled with rage. She casually grasped the boulder and turned it into a sword. Following her figure, she slashed at Siming with a broad stroke.
Siming did not challenge him head-on this time. She traveled through time and nimbly avoided the sword. Instead, she fought and walked towards the south of Tianhu Mountain.
Zhou Zhenyue and Liu Junzhuo would never let her go. They worked together to catch up, each showing off their swordsmanship, covering Si Ming and illuminating the entire night sky.
In the bright light, golden arrows would occasionally fly in, striking at cunning and weird angles.
The archer obviously knows how to pinch the soft persimmon. Almost every arrow points to Liu Junzhuo.
These arrows are very powerful and can be life-threatening if not handled carefully.
Liu Junzhuo was unable to draw his sword with all his strength, his body was slowed down a lot, and he quickly distanced himself from Siming.
During the chase, the peaks of Tianhu Mountain were like firecrackers connected by wires, exploding one after another, and the smoke and dust covered the sky.
Zhou Zhenyue and Siming fought fiercely in the sky.
The two people's Taoist techniques clashed in the air, with a sound that was earth-shattering.
Zhou Zhenyue is worthy of being the first disciple of the Sword Saint. After she withstood Si Ming's wave of murderous intent, she immediately switched from defense to offense, using the sword she had learned all her life to attack, and quickly gained the upper hand.
It was also at this moment that the end of Tianhu Peak was filled with golden light.
This is Ning Changjiu's eighth arrow.
Zhou Zhenyue's offensive was crushed again.
"Jiange, I won't accompany you anymore." Siming smiled lightly, and before Zhou Zhenyue broke away from the arrow, she drew a circle in front of her.
Round like a sundial.
Her figure got into it, penetrated the layers of illusion, and disappeared in front of Zhou Zhenyue in an instant.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ning Jiujiu looked at the woman who appeared out of thin air and said with a smile.
The people who surrounded them were two women at the peak of the Five Paths. Ning Jiujiu had just entered the Five Paths and had an unstable foundation. Facing the enemy head-on might be risky, but it would drag down Si Ming.
So Siming and his plan was for her to separate the two of them, while he secretly crossed Chencang and crossed Tianhu Mountain in one fell swoop.
They have been left behind.
Behind Tianhu Mountain, there is a vast plain.
"It's just a trivial matter." Si Ming put his hands on the boat and said calmly: "These two juniors should be used to pampering themselves. Although their realm is high, their swordsmanship is not as good as that of a hundred years. I have figured out their strength, but they are nothing." , as long as the Sword Master doesn't take action, the journey back home should be safe."
"..." Ning was silent for a long time and sighed: "Miss Xue Ci, you should speak less, I sound scared."
Siming smiled and said: "What is there to be afraid of? I am your Xue'er now, and I am not that priest who just follows the rules."
At this time, the gate of Guyun City, which was still thousands of miles away, opened, and the Sword Master walked out with his sword behind his back.
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(Thank you to the book friend Li Xinyu for tipping the hero! Thank you book friend for your support~)