The collapse of Tianhu Mountain erupted behind him.
The rock of Yuhu Peak is the wall, and the stone chips in between are filled with black gunpowder. The sword fire that destroys the world is used as the trigger. As it spreads, the giant peaks explode one after another, forming a huge fireworks that illuminates the night sky brilliantly.
Si Ming stood at the head of the bamboo raft, looking into the distance with her hands behind her hands. She looked graceful. The light in the sky painted her cheeks with light color, and her temperament was extraordinary.
Ning sat cross-legged for a long time. He twisted his arms that were stiff from drawing the bow. He also raised his head and looked at Si Ming's profile reflected in the sky, slightly lost in thought.
If the bamboo rafts were hugging each other and going with the rapids at this moment, it might be another wonderful memory, but unfortunately the situation would never allow it.
Si Fate transferred the power of time, and as the divine robe covered her entire body, she closed her eyes to concentrate, briefly healed her injuries, and then turned around gently.
She turned her back to Tianhu Mountain and stopped watching the fireworks, so the feast of swords and fire also lost its luster.
"The third and fourth disciples of Jiange are seriously injured. As long as they still maintain the friendship of the same sect, they should have no time to pursue. If the senior sister of Jiange is really stubborn, I can directly kill her with my sword in front of Ten Thousand Prisoners." Si. Ming said proudly.
Ning Jiujiu gave a thumbs up and said, "My Xue'er is amazing."
Siming smiled slightly and said, "When I meet Lu Marian, I'll see if you still dare to call her that."
Ning Jiujiu also smiled and said: "After living in Gu Lingzong for so long, we have already been a family. It's just that you are so stubborn and never admit it."
Siming's smile faded and he said, "I shouldn't have peeled that fruit!"
Ning Changjiu said: "Whether the flesh is sweet or not, what does it have to do with the peel?"
"Young Zhi Sang scolds Kui." Siming replied sarcastically: "I dare to peel the fruit, but what about you? Do you dare to peel one and see?"
Ning was speechless for a long time.
Siming snorted coldly, and after winning again, he thought that his past failures were due to the influence of Nu Wen. In fact, Ning Changjiu was not my opponent at all.
She became even more arrogant and said: "If you dare to speak rudely to me again, when I go back, I will ransack your house, take Xiaoling away, marry her off, and let Zhao Xianger serve me as a tea server." Little maid, I’m so mad at you.”
Instead of being annoyed, Ning Jiujiu laughed and said half-jokingly: "When you made great ambitions in the past, the end result was not very good. Why don't you learn any lessons?"
Si Ming lowered his head and pondered, and suddenly smiled, "We are not ordinary people who pray to gods and worship Buddha. Why are we so superstitious? If I really had the ability to follow the law, you would have become my prisoner long ago. How could you be here now? Something about?"
Ning Jiujiu felt that what she said made sense and said: "Okay, let's set off after we've rested. As long as they don't catch up, Wanqiuhe should be able to go smoothly."
Siming snorted coldly: "How dare they?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Jiujiu immediately stood up, grabbed hold of his five fingers, and used the river water as a sword, making a gesture of resisting the enemy.
In the darkness behind the bamboo raft, two sword lights lit up one after another, illuminating the river and the two walls like ice flowing across the river.
Before the flow of flowers in the sky dissipated, the sword lights of Zhou Zhenyue and Liu Junzhuo had already rushed forward like wild beasts.
…
Zhou Zhenyue could not accept such a failure.
Four hundred years ago, she was still a young girl, born in a small country in Middle-earth, and the eldest daughter of a noble family in the country.
When she was only six years old, she witnessed the grace of the Sword Immortal and the destruction of her country and her family.
A young man from the country who had been oppressed returned from practicing Taoism. He killed the king deep in the palace with a single sword. Later, the enemy army took advantage of the situation and pressed on the country. In just one month of war, the capital city was destroyed. She and other officials and ladies They all became slaves of the subjugated country and were sold to the enemy country according to their status.
It was the Juggernaut who saved her.
The young man whose swordsmanship was as high as the sky and who killed the king with one sword died under the sword master's sword.
At that time, she happened to be kneeling under the deep eaves of the palace. She stared at the blood dripping from the sword with wide eyes. She was trembling and excited. She stared at the thin white-robed figure. After she came to her senses, she suddenly knelt and crawled over to face him. He kowtowed heavily.
The sword master who was about to leave turned around, looked at her, and then handed out his sword.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at the rusty but still sharp sword, and stretched out her hands to grab the edge of the sword.
The palm of his hand was cut, and blood instantly flowed all over his arm. She was in pain, but she didn't want to let go. All the bones in her body were shaking.
The sword master looked at her and nodded slightly.
"Let me go," the sword master said.
Zhou Zhenyue grabbed the sword and stood up. The sword almost cut off her palm.
The sword master withdrew his sword.
He looked at the body of the young man on the ground and said: "This is my first disciple. He was originally your senior brother. Unfortunately, the sword's heart was possessed by obsession and fell into the devil's way... This was a mistake in my teaching. I can only kill him to make up for it." It’s my fault, I hope you won’t become such a person in the future.”
In the first month of the year, the unmelted snow in the palace turned red.
Zhou Zhenyue followed him closely, for fear of losing him.
"Then what kind of person should I... be?" Zhou Zhenyue mustered up the courage to ask.
She always remembered the sword master's answer: "Become someone qualified to inherit my sword."
At that time, she swore that she would rather die than dishonor the name of the Sword Master.
The Sword Master shook his head and said: "What I want to believe in is not me, but Jiange. I will die one day, but Jiange will continue to exist until the world no longer needs it."
She was ignorant, but she just changed her words to live up to the name of Jiange.
The heavy snow in the palace at that time still makes me feel chilly when I think about it now.
She often recalled this.
After she became a master of swordsmanship, she rarely faced failure. She could accept losing to Nuwa, but she could not accept losing to Siming.
Especially when two people are fighting against one person.
She even began to doubt her own sword - it turned out that she had been undefeated all these years not because she was strong, but because her enemies were not strong enough.
But she quickly understood that failure was not terrible, but the retreat caused by fear was terrible... She could not live up to her original promise to Jiange.
Fortunately, they didn't escape too far.
Although they were from a well-known and decent family, they did not take care of the safety of the third and fourth junior brothers first as Si Ming imagined. Instead, they pursued them directly without stopping.
She just wants to kill people now.
Before the river rushed into the ravine of ten thousand prisoners, she locked the bamboo raft on the river, wielded her sword with all her strength, and cut through it desperately.
The rainbow-like sword light hit the river, causing the river to sink, forming a deep water pit that could not be filled in a short time.
The bamboo raft was broken into pieces and turned into debris and flowed away.
The moment the sword light struck down, Ning Changjiu and Siming had disappeared on the raft, hovering side by side in the sky.
Zhou Zhenyue stood on the river, grabbed it casually, and an ancient sword flew out from the bottomless puddle. With the stroke of her fingers, it stopped in front of her. Zhou Zhenyue silently recited a formula, the tip of the ancient sword was slightly raised, and the sword The spirit surged, and it hit the location where the two of them were.
Siming's ice eyes were as white as snow. She shouted sharply, stretched out two fingers, and pointed at the huge sword that was attacking her face in an instant.
His fingertips landed on the tip of the sword.
The tip of the sword pierced the skin of Jade Finger, and the incoming force of the ancient sword was cut off by the air.
Behind Zhou Zhenyue, Liu Junzhuo has also arrived.
Without saying anything, she put one hand behind her waist and pressed the other hand in front of her, facing the river.
The river shook, and countless water droplets leaped up. Each drop was dyed with sword intent. They were like a torrential rain of iron beads rolled back. They blasted towards the sky with the momentum of thousands of troops marching out, vowing to hit the sky. into a sieve.
The sword of Dajiang has been pressed in front of him.
This was a sword at the pinnacle of the Five Paths. Even if Liu Junzhuo was injured, the power would still be earth-shattering.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath, and the golden body of Shura that went against the sky roared from the blood. The scrolls of ancient pure Yang also burned in the sea of consciousness. Dandu was completely covered.
In a short moment, Ning Jiujiu used the external power of Taoism to forcibly raise his body and realm to a higher level.
He stretched out his hand suddenly.
The Golden Crow holds the bow in his palm.
He held the frosted bow arm and had no chance to shoot, so he directly grabbed the divine bow, clenched it with his five fingers, and used it as a weapon to strike at Liu Junzhuo's river water.
The sound of water shook the sky.
The rewinding heavy rain fell back again, covering Liu Junzhuo.
This woman in a white dress and a black dress with sharp eyebrows regarded the heavy rain as nothing. She silently recited the sword formula, stepped on the water, and flew away. Although there was no real sword in her hand, the sword energy at its peak was like a comet trailing behind. Following her figure, he smashed straight towards Ning Changchun.
Ning Jiujiu poured spiritual energy into the bow, locked Liu Junzhuo's high-speed moving figure with his Taiyin Eyes, and struck bluntly with his bow arm. At the same time, countless swords condensed from his side, including the True Intent of the Sword Sect, the Void Sword, the Dark Sword, and the Crane Sword. Among the ten thousand swords and ten thousand techniques, the qi machines pulled each other, and they were different from each other.
The sound of the sword is like thunder and like a bell.
This was the sword that he used to defeat Liu Xiwan. Now this sword is more powerful, and he once again asked her master Liu Junzhuo.
Liu Junzhuo's figure was illuminated by thousands of swords.
Along with it came Liu Junzhuo's flourishing sword intent.
In the air, there seemed to be countless porcelain bowls smashing and colliding against each other, and crisp sounds kept ringing out - that was the sound of Ning Chang's sword energy exploding.
Liu Junzhuo directly caught his divine bow with his palm.
She didn't use any fancy moves, but directly used her realm to press forward, directly crushing the opponent's powerful and superb sword intent, and turning the loud sword sound into a noisy crackling sound.
Ning Changjiu held the bow with both hands, and his white sleeves were shattered by the sword energy, revealing his body with golden Shura patterns. The famous swords on his side were broken off one by one and turned into fly ash.
"You were the one who shot me just now?" Liu Junzhuo stared at the bow, the squeezing anger in his heart welling up.
Without waiting for Ning to answer for a long time, Liu Junzhuo took a step forward and crushed the void. The other hand was both strong and soft, raised quickly and slowly. Qianqian's five fingers were all swords. She stabbed the sword and cut the river. Use the heart-cutting style to chop Xiang Ning for a long time.
Ning refused to dodge for a long time, and his pupils suddenly turned golden.
The hole in the Zi Mansion opened, and the golden crow flew out and wrapped around the finger. At the same time, Shura's golden body, which was originally suppressed in the body, rushed out like a lion, raised a golden fist, pressed it down with one hand, and drummed up the thunderous force with the other hand. Boom away.
Liu Junzhuo seemed to be at a disadvantage, but her sword was bright and she did not give way. Her body was like a sword, and she stood there. In her mind, two long swords with brilliant colors were condensed on her side. One said purple lightning, and the other said Qingshuang, she let Shura's fist hit her forehead, and also slapped the two fists away.
boom!
The two exchanged moves.
Liu Junzhuo's forehead was completely shattered. Her face was pale, her forehead was crimson, and blood was oozing faintly.
Ning Jiujiu was hit by the sword on both shoulders, and the sword slid backwards against him. Fortunately, Shura's body locked the two swords. Although they kept churning, they did not break through the defense for a moment and directly removed his shoulders.
Ning Changjiu stamped his feet fiercely, crossed his arms, carried the fierce sword energy, grabbed the hilt of the sword from left to right, and crushed it into pieces.
He opened his golden eyes, stared at Liu Junzhuo, and said: "The last time we met, I just made you frustrated in the casino. What? You lost a sword and a crown, and you are going to kill me?"
Liu Junzhuo was furious as she thought about how embarrassed she had been when he was shot by his bow and arrow. She said coldly: "It was my junior sister who lost you that time. What does that have to do with me? If you just hang up, I will take you back to the pavilion. Remember me." For the sake of my junior sister, I can spare your life."
Ning Jiujiu grasped the divine bow tightly and sneered: "It is always too cowardly to rely on women to survive."
"Isn't that the kind of person you are?" Liu Junzhuo's clothes fluttered wildly, and he removed the power of the punch. He took a step forward and once again aroused the anger: "Today, I will bet three hundred years of swordsmanship to defeat you." Under the sword!"
Ning Changjiu held the bow in his left hand and quietly put on the bowstring with his right hand, "Then today... I will quit gambling for the second gentleman!"
The young man in white stands on his bow and draws the string.
Liu Junzhuo looked slightly strange.
Shooting an arrow in front of yourself? court death!
On the other side of the river, the battle between Si Ming and Zhou Zhenyue has also heated up. The momentum there can truly be called a life-threatening battle.
And in this life-and-death fight, even if Zhou Zhenyue risked her life to draw the sword, she was still at a disadvantage by Si Ming.
On Tianzhu Peak, she realized her true intention and completed the sundial without observing it. She was no longer an incomplete goddess. At this moment, she only lacked an opportunity to ascend with her sword.
She didn't lie to Ning for a long time. Unless the sword master came in person, almost no one in this world could do anything to her.
But Zhou Zhenyue, as the senior sister of Jiange, during the sword fight, even if she was at a disadvantage, her sword was still firm and motionless.
Her sword had been cut through countless trials of life and death. She understood that no matter how powerful Si Ming was, it only took one sword to defeat the opponent. As long as you don't collapse, you will have the opportunity to use the sword that turns defeat into victory!
Siming also showed no mercy at all.
Each of Zhou Zhenyue's sword intentions was pinched in the palm of Si Ming's hand before it became powerful, like pinching the neck of a white crane, turning the sonorous sword sound into a wail.
While controlling his sword, Siming punched vigorously, and the airflow of spiritual power hit Zhou Zhenyue's body like raindrops. Zhou Zhenyue sealed her sword to block, and her figure was knocked down again and again, and rose into the air again and again.
In the turbulence caused by the battle, long waves surged, unknowingly bringing the four of them into the prison gully.
There are countless grottoes in the prison ravine, which emit cold howls in the night wind, as if thousands of ghosts are trapped here, wailing in the moonlit night.
Although Zhou Zhenyue was at a disadvantage everywhere, she never lost the battle. Siming became more and more irritable. Her sword-fighting methods were ruthless. Although she fought heartily, it was extremely draining on herself.
And Siming could also feel that Zhou Zhenyue had always held back and was trying to stack up her strength. Every punch and every sword she struck actually strengthened the sword in her heart. If that sword was handed out, the opponent would indeed be able to reverse the situation. Chance.
Zhou Zhenyue frowned and pursed her lips. Her body was like a volcano. After the sword intent was accumulated to the extreme, it was about to turn into a stream of fire and burst out.
But this crucial sword was interrupted.
On the river, Ning Changjiu hooked his string with three fingers and shot an arrow at Liu Junzhuo.
This was an arrow that almost filled the bow, and he rushed out like a wolf with unstoppable murderous intent.
He used Shura's golden body to protect him, and before Shura was torn apart by Liu Junzhuo, he shot an arrow!
Liu Junzhuo defended subconsciously.
But the arrow that was clearly aimed straight at him ran towards Zhou Zhenyue for some unknown reason.
Liu Junzhuo immediately raised his head, looked into the air, and shouted: "Senior sister!"
"Don't be distracted!" Ning Jiujiu scolded sharply and struck with his bow.
Liu Junzhuodao was distraught. She originally chopped Shura's golden body into pieces with her bare hands. In pursuit of victory, Ning Changjiu had no chance of winning, but her distraction gave her opponent a chance to breathe.
However, the victory or defeat here is no longer important.
Zhou Zhenyue was completely unprepared for this arrow.
She subconsciously used her body skills, but the arrow came almost to the tarsus, like the "judgment" of the sinner's authority, and there was no way to escape.
puff!
The arrowhead pierced the flesh and blood and penetrated into the body. Although the wound was shallow, it could not break the sword body, but it abruptly interrupted the sword she had been preparing for a long time.
Siming seized this opportunity, cut through her defense, grabbed her neck, and dragged her against the mountain wall of Wanqiu Valley.
The boulder exploded.
Liu Junzhuo had no intention of defending and hit Ning Jiujiu's huge bow.
She looked up at the sky, her eyes about to burst. She watched her senior sister being smashed into the mountains, and then the peaks roared, as if the ridges were constantly breaking.
After a moment, the mountain ravine opened, and Siming grabbed Zhou Zhenyue's hair and knocked him out of the gap.
Zhou Zhenyue was still resisting, but she was no longer Si Ming's opponent at this moment.
Si Ming held Yu Lei tightly with his five fingers, grabbed the sword in his hand, and slapped it hard, scattering Zhou Zhenyue's dragon-like sword intent bit by bit until only the snow-white single clothes were left.
A duel between masters is inherently a disaster once it collapses.
Zhou Zhenyue's body was half covered in blood and scarred. She held the sword with difficulty. Her body withstood the attack of the opponent's sword, knees and elbows, and the sword body was on the verge of collapse.
"Senior sister..." Liu Junzhuo couldn't bear this scene. She ignored Ning Jiujiu and directly slashed at Siming with her sword.
Ning was relieved for a long time.
At this moment, his strength is temporarily exhausted. If Liu Junzhuo pursues him fiercely, it will make Si Ming difficult to make a choice. But at this moment, Zhou Zhenyue has been defeated, and Si Ming, who is in peak condition, is certainly not afraid of Liu Junzhuo.
Si Ming pierced Zhou Zhenyue's chest with his sword, bent his legs and knees, and smashed her into the ravine again.
Amidst the roar of the boulders exploding into pieces, she held her sword in the air and slashed at the oncoming Liu Junzhuo.
The sword fire illuminated the sky again.
Liu Junzhuo's heart was confused, so his sword was also confused.
Si Ming was not at all the ordinary peak of the five realms. Her sword intention was perfected under the polishing of Ye Chan Palace. The priest's sword, with its aura that captured the heaven and earth, put Liu Junzhuo at a disadvantage in just one encounter.
Ning Jiujiu immediately used the power of time to repair the injury.
He had already shot nine arrows, which was the limit of the Yanghuang Cangyu Bow. He could no longer pull the string for the time being.
But he still has a flying sword.
Ning Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief, stepped through the river water, and his figure came out across the sky. In an instant, he and Siming formed a horned force to attack Liu Junzhuo from both sides.
Liu Junzhuo knew something was wrong. It was already difficult for her to deal with Si Ming. If another person came, she would probably be defeated like her senior sister.
On the hilltop over there, Zhou Zhenyue, covered in blood, climbed out of the pile of rocks.
She looked at her junior sister who was in trouble, with anger burning in her heart but unable to do anything.
Why did this hunt, which I thought was sure to win, end like this? Isn’t it the way of heaven that I protect? Why doesn’t the way of heaven come to protect me
Or... is it really true that the devil is always higher than the Taoist
Zhou Zhenyue wanted to mobilize the flying sword, but her body was too seriously injured and her spiritual power could not be coordinated at all. She could only watch as Liu Junzhuo was attacked by two people and hit with a sword. She watched as her white clothes were stained with blood and she was gradually dragged into despair.
Si Ming stood like a god on the river. She grabbed the long wind with her hand, condensed it into a virtual sword, and struck it at Liu Junzhuo.
The river stirred up huge waves.
After the huge wave fell, Liu Junzhuo's body also fell into the deep pit of the cliff.
The woman kept panting, her eyelashes trembled, and a look of despair appeared on her heroic face... Was she going to lose again... She gritted her teeth, unable to give in.
Just when Si Ming was about to pursue the victory, Ning Changjiu suddenly held her hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
Si Ming looked slightly strange.
But she didn't hesitate, she just put aside the good situation, used the power of time together with Ning Changjiu, and escaped.
They disappear within three breaths.
On the dark cliff, an old pine suddenly appeared.
After taking a closer look, I realized that it was a human figure.
"Master!"
Zhou Zhenyue recognized the dark figure and exclaimed.
The sword master arrives in person.
Ke Wenzhou looked at the two seriously injured female apprentices and said, "I haven't killed anyone for a long time... If you still have the strength, go to the Ruins of the Skeleton Tower and I will teach you how to kill."
He only left these words, and the figure disappeared from the place.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming held hands and shuttled through the layers of caves and ravines.
"What's wrong?" Siming guessed the reason, but couldn't believe it.
Ning Changjiu said in a cold voice: "I saw a person with Taiyin. I... almost didn't see him clearly."
The eye of Taiyin is the eye of heaven and earth. If this eye cannot see clearly, it can only mean that the opponent's state has reached the point where he is about to transcend heaven and earth!
"Sword Master?" Siming looked shocked: "How... is this possible?"
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said: "The priest's words follow the law, and his skills are really undiminished..."
Siming bit his lip and wanted to argue, but he had nothing to say.
Ten Thousand Prisons has come to an end in the blink of an eye.
Siming and Ning stopped for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu always maintained his Taiyin Eyes, standing high in the sky, overlooking the world, looking for traces of the Sword Master.
The topography of Wanqiu Valley is complicated, but it is not very big, and the river flows out.
Further ahead is the Ruins of the Skeleton Tower.
Si Ming felt a little guilty and didn't dare to speak, but Ning Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief and said happily:
"It seems that the Sword Master has not come after us... Zhou Zhenyue and Liu Junzhuo are seriously injured. If the Sword Master is still human, he will heal them first and then come after us. There are still several natural dangers ahead. We just need to work hard..."
He was mid-sentence.
Siming touched him with his elbow.
There was a chill in his heart, and he involuntarily raised his head and looked ahead.
A whirlpool formed at the end of the river.
A bamboo raft is parked on the rapid whirlpool.
The bamboo rafts were spinning leisurely among them.
There was an upright old man standing on the raft.
His hair is still black and his appearance is no more than middle-aged. However, the first impression given by others is that he is extremely old.
The two stopped.
Ning Jiujiu swallowed his unfinished words... He thought that if he could make it through alive, he would take Si Ming and find a temple to learn some silent meditation.
The woman sings and her husband follows.
Ning Jiujiu's words were unfortunately dismissed.
The old man on the bamboo raft is the sword master.
He looked in the direction of the ruins of the Skeleton Tower and said: "That was the Hidden Dragon Cave five hundred years ago. There are buried corpses of more than three hundred ancient dragon gods, large and small, among which the ancient gods of the Five Realms were buried. There are seventeen heads, all of which were powerful for a while before their heads were separated from the rest of the world."
As he spoke, he drew out his ancient long sword, pointed it at Ning Changjiu's position, and continued: "The hero who once shot the sun with his divine bow is now lying on his keel and sleeping. If it is passed down, it can be considered a good story."
Ke Wenzhou thought about it and struck down with his sword.