Thousands of peaks are towering, and mist and shadow are floating on the cold pool of spiritual energy. The snow-white sword light is still like little people, beating in it, and the light and shadow are graceful.
The golden arrow is already on the bowstring.
The bow string is gradually tightened, and the bow arm bends under the force, and the power is stored inside.
The tip of the arrow was aimed at the figure of the second gentleman of Hanwu Jiangge.
There is no special reason for the delay, it is just that the time has not come.
He waited patiently, waiting for what he thought was the perfect moment.
The two of them were extremely far apart, and there were thousands of peaks as a screen. Liu Junzhuo did not feel the murderous intention behind the scenes. She seemed to be bathing but her body was tempered. The cold pool water around her was boiled by her sword intent, and a lot of white gas came out. Water drops rolled down her cheeks, like an orchid condensed with dew.
Time passes little by little.
The sound of water sounded quietly.
Thousands of sword lights entered Liu Junzhuo's body. The mist was cut away by the sword lights and became clear. The exquisite and delicate back was filled with sky light and glowed with a slightly bright jade color.
At the same moment, Ning Changjiu's finger on the bow string was loosened, and the golden light as solid as molten iron suddenly shot out at this moment, turning into a line invisible to the naked eye, passing directly over the peaks and shooting towards Liu Junzhuo's beautiful back.
Liu Junzhuo stood at the edge of the pool. Her dress flew up and fell on her body. Her originally calm eyes opened instantly. She turned her head, her pupils shrank suddenly, and countless rays of sword light were refracted from her pupils.
In an instant, the pool water turned into an iron-green bowl shape. The next moment, the tension on the surface of the spiritual energy was torn apart in an instant. The lake of spiritual energy evaporated in a breath. The golden light that reached the sky enveloped the valley, and the surrounding cliffs were covered with golden light. Rolling over, they could not bear the force and collapsed one after another.
This was an earth-shattering arrow, almost twice as fast as the golden arrow a few months ago.
In the golden light, the sword domain shattered. Liu Junzhuo seemed to be unable to avoid the arrow, and his figure was sent flying backwards, crashing into a huge mountain rock peak.
The mountain peak slowly collapsed like a palace building that had been cut diagonally by a knife.
Ning Changjiu's second arrow was also on the string.
But the light was too strong, and even the Taiyin Eye could not capture Liu Junzhuo's figure in the fastest time.
He entered the Tao with the Hehuan Sect's mental method, and his spirit soared. The authority of the Eye of Taiyin also came to a high place like a kite. From a bird's eye view, he could see everything at a glance. The figure of the second Mr. Jiange embedded in the rocks on the mountain peak was locked by the Eye of Taiyin.
The second arrow was shot.
The golden arrow flew at high speed and crashed into the mountain peak with great force. A huge peak collapsed. The arrow still had its remaining power, but it pressed against Liu Junzhuo and crashed into the next mountain peak.
Smoke and dust billowed up in the mountain rift valleys, like mud dragons surging.
These are the two arrows of peak power.
Rather than staring at the billowing dust for a long time, he held his breath, not sure how much damage the two arrows had caused.
Among the thick dust, a pair of eyes lit up.
Those were the sharp sword eyes of a pair of women. The beams from the sword eyes cut through the smoke and dust, carrying endless anger.
Then, countless snow-white light spots lit up from the dust, like the starry sky opened up in the chaos—each star was a sword.
The white light rolls back, and thousands of swords pierce the sky!
The thick dust was torn into pieces by the sword energy.
Thunderstorm-like sword sounds sounded deep in the rocks, and a figure pulled out and landed on another intact mountain peak—it was Liu Junzhuo.
Liu Junzhuo stood on the top of the solitary rock on the mountain peak, standing on tiptoe.
Her white dress was stained with blood, her black skirt was torn, she had a lock of pitch-black hair between her teeth, and her beautiful eyebrows were endlessly sharp.
The clothes on her back were torn, the blood was like flowers, the butterfly bones were half exposed, and she was so beautiful.
Liu Junzhuo coughed twice, tightened the belt around his waist, and then wiped the red blood from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.
This is the second time the same thing has happened.
Back then, when Tianhu Peak was a solitary mountain, she was bathing in the river and was suddenly attacked by an arrow. Now she was practicing in the Lingtan, and was stabbed in the back by a golden arrow again. But this time, she was much more embarrassed.
Some broken skirt corners were blown away by the wind.
Liu Junzhuo loosened her red lips and her hair fluttered in the wind.
Before she could adjust her breath, another golden light swept over the world and hit her head.
At this moment, she was ready, and the peak realm of the five realms was mobilized in an instant. The clear sound of tens of thousands of swords being unsheathed sounded together. Behind Liu Junzhuo's flying black hair, it was like a big wave and a huge boat.
Liu Junzhuo's left hand was pointed diagonally in front of her body, making a gesture of casting a decree. Her right hand was placed behind her back and close to her waist. She stood upright, and in one thought, she directly hit the golden arrow with a vast sword intention.
The top of the mountain was flattened in an instant, and after the forest fell, it could not bear the huge force and was destroyed in large areas.
Liu Junzhuo pointed forward and used it as a sword to accurately hit the point with the strongest killing intent in the vast light.
The golden arrow was caught by her hand, and before she could use her sword energy to smash it, another arrow fell from the sky. Liu Junzhuo's suspended figure stopped for a moment, and then was pressed down by another golden arrow. , falling towards the ground.
Ning Jiujiu shot four arrows in a row, which also consumed a lot of energy. He was confident that he could defeat Liu Junzhuo by shooting nine arrows in one go.
But he did not continue to bend the bow.
Because the sword boat pushed out by Liu Junzhuo also hit the top of the mountain where he was.
The Taiyin Eye was retracted, and the spirit fell from the height back to the sea of consciousness.
Before the giant peak was pretended to be destroyed, his figure disappeared deep into the cave.
At the same time, Liu Junzhuo's figure was pulled up from the dry pool again. Her hairband tied into a high ponytail was cracked, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, her cherry lips were pale, and her black and white face seemed to be covered with thin frost.
She gasped for air, and the pressure of the golden arrow still made her heart palpitate after several months.
In a duel between peerless masters, these four arrows were enough to put her at a disadvantage and declare inevitable defeat.
But luckily among the misfortunes, the spiritual energy in the center of the Southern Wilderness was too abundant. The huge amount of spiritual energy she had consumed earlier was quickly replenished, but the injuries on her body could not be fully recovered in a blink of an eye.
Liu Junzhuoqing scolded, and the shattered sword intent around her regrouped. Just as she was about to find the culprit who fired the hidden arrow, she raised her head, but her pupils were slightly condensed again.
On the top of a messy mountain, a figure wearing snow-white clothes stood out.
The young man stood on a high place, holding a sword, as if he were a Taoist or an immortal, and his white clothes were not stained by dust.
The two looked at each other.
Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared again.
Above Liu Junzhuo's head, the snow-white light condensed into a sharp edge and fell through the sky.
The white light cuts down.
Liu Junzhuo opened his five fingers, and the long wind gathered and formed a sword in his hand.
This is very similar to the method used by Siming when he fought against the Golden-winged Dapeng.
The white blade and the wind sword came into contact, and countless iron fires burst out under the huge friction. The firelight from the sky illuminated their cheeks. The two swords bounced away after the contact. Then, the lingering sword shadow hit the Together, the sound of broken iron kept ringing.
This was the first time they faced each other head-on.
Although Liu Junzhuo's realm was much higher than that of Ning Changjiu, the four golden arrows suppressed her momentum. Now that the smoke and dust had dispersed, the appearance of the white clothes captured her mind just right. She stepped forward step by step. Being restrained, the opponent came at him with his sword. As one of the purest swordsmen in the world, she was at a disadvantage for a moment.
White blades intersected in the air, cutting through the clouds. The sword energy of the two people colliding was like two twisted iron rope whips. The rope whips swept everything. As the two people swept among the thousands of peaks, they crashed through the rock ridges and peaks. The whirling dance sweeps across, destroying everything.
And this unimaginably abundant spiritual energy in the Southern Wilderness is their real sword.
This is an endless supply of swords.
Ning Jiujiu and Liu Junzhuo were like two whirlpools. The massive spiritual energy around them was pulled up by invisible hands and incorporated into their open air seas.
In a duel between swordsmen, momentum is particularly important.
Ning Jiujiu won the momentum from the beginning. He almost suppressed Liu Junzhuo's attack along the way, suppressing her originally opened and closed sword in a narrow range.
The two exchanged moves.
The sound of the sword sometimes sounded like a roar, sometimes like a wail. Finally, when Liu Junzhuo tried to break the sword with the flying sword, a golden light appeared on Ning Jiujiu's body without any warning. Asura's body broke open, and a huge mountain-like fist collided with it. Liu Junzhuo's wind sword.
The long wind tore through, and Ning Changjiu punched Liu Junzhuo in the chest, sending her diagonally down the flattened cliff.
The loud noise sounded again, and the cliff instantly shattered.
In the cracks, the sword light burst out again, cutting through the rubble, and Liu Junzhuo's graceful figure emerged from it. Her slender legs stepped on the rock wall, the sleeve of her right hand was broken, but she still held the wind sword tightly. She opened her left hand and pressed it with her fingers. Standing on the cliff, under the seemingly weak jade fingers, the hard cliff rocks were crushed into powder.
She lowered her head, her expression dark.
Ning Changjiu took a short breath. Although his realm could not be measured by ordinary standards, there was still a hard gap between him and Liu Junzhuo. If he wanted to close this gap, he would have to hit her hard in a short time.
The Golden Crow flew out while he was taking a breath, and the extremely heavy divine bow was held in his hand in the blink of an eye.
Ning long pulls the string of Qianjun bow.
Liu Junzhuo raised his head instantly.
Although she was injured, the anger in her heart temporarily suppressed all emotions.
Her hair was flying wildly, and she clenched and twisted her left hand. Not to mention the rocks under her fingers, the entire mountain peak was torn into pieces as easily as tearing paper.
When Ning Jiujiu was shooting an arrow, Liu Junzhuo flicked her left arm. Between the broken sleeves, the jade-white lotus root arm looked like the head of a group of dragons. The broken mountain was pulled by her arm and turned into a majestic rock dragon.
As if an ancient myth had resurfaced, the rock dragon burst out of the ground, circling like a giant python, surrounding Liu Junzhuo's heavy sword, and the deep sound was either the roar of the dragon or the sound of the sword.
The golden arrow shot out with a bang.
Ning Jiujiu's figure receded slightly from the force.
Then with his body half-retreating, he took advantage of the situation and took action, condensing two more snow-white auras in his palms.
The golden arrow hit the rock dragon, and the woman and the boy with the sword also rushed towards each other, starting a second fight.
If Liu Junzhuo is a dragon, then Ning Changjiu is the one who wields a sword and kills the dragon.
Neither of them cared about their spiritual energy, and struck out unscrupulously. Within three breaths, the three thousand swords illuminated the already daytime sky even brighter.
The golden arrows were dim, the rock dragons were broken, and the rocks were like a hundred thousand dead crows, falling from the sky like a heavy rain.
Ning Jiujiu and Liu Junzhuo stepped on the broken rocks and fought without stopping for a moment.
In terms of pure strength, Liu Junzhuo still lost half a fight to Shura. The body-protecting sword that was originally condensed into one breath was bombarded by Ning Jiujiu with brute force and turned into thousands of silk threads. Ning Jiujiu held the Imperial Sword Tianzong in his hand. The famous sword fell in the middle, and with a hiss, Liu Junzhuo's body-protecting sword energy was completely cut away.
The woman who was now second only to the Sword Master in the Sword Pavilion was once again forced back by a junior with a sword.
Liu Junzhuo slipped backwards and used his sword domain to protect his body. He knocked down a large forest and came to a halt.
The two faced each other thousands of steps apart.
Liu Junzhuo's hair was disheveled, half of his body was injured, and he was in a miserable state. As for Ning Jiujiu, apart from his slightly pale face, he had no obvious injuries.
But he did not continue the pursuit.
Because on his side, thirty-six invisible sword energies rose up, forming a cage, framing him inside.
Liu Junzhuo has been practicing swordsmanship for more than three hundred years, and he is still trying to fight back no matter how difficult the situation is.
"Why are you here?" Liu Junzhuo wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, his voice slightly hoarse.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I didn't expect you to be here either."
Liu Junzhuo straightened her back again. She stared at Ning for a long time and asked, "Have you been staring at me?"
"Yes." Ning Jiujiu said bluntly.
"How long have you been staring?"
"Three days."
When he thought that what he had done in the past three days was seen by the other party, Liu Junzhuo felt ashamed and angry, and his eyes sternly said: "You are looking for death! At your level, you still do such dirty things?"
Ning Jiujiu's eyes were as bright as swords, "When you were competing with Marry, weren't you also hypocritical to suppress the situation, but you were actually using your power to bully others?"
He stared at Liu Junzhuo coldly and continued: "What's more, how can there be an honest sneak attack in this world? I am hiding, and you can't see that I am hiding, it is your incompetence."
Liu Junzhuo took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell, and her sword intent like a swimming dragon regrouped.
"Master is right. People like you really shouldn't exist in the world. I originally wanted to save your life for Xiwan's sake, but now it seems that it's better to eradicate this scourge as soon as possible." Liu Junzhuo's breath stabilized, she shook her head slightly and said, "How did someone like Lu Marion fall in love with you?"
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Do you want to know?"
Liu Junzhuo narrowed his eyes and did not answer.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the sword realm surrounding him and said, "Kneel down and worship me as your master, then you will understand."
When these words came into his ears, Liu Junzhuo's anger that he had finally suppressed rose up again, "Today, thousands of peaks are tombs, which will be your burial place!"
Ning Jiujiu said quietly: "I just give you a chance to abandon the darkness and turn to the light."
"You are stubborn!" Liu Junzhuo responded coldly.
The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, as if thunder and lightning were about to strike through the clouds at any time.
This is Liu Junzhuo's Sun and Moon in a Pot technique.
The sword energy cage that had trapped Sha Ning for a long time also tightened at this moment.
Liu Junzhuo's figure was like a sharp arrow shot from a tight bow, only to hit Ning for a long time and fly away.
The sun and moon in the pot are a means between the realm of enchantment and the kingdom of God.
This is a pure and powerful cage.
There was darkness all around, except for a cave-like day hanging above.
Liu Junzhuo is like the monarch here.
Ning Jiujiu felt a little regretful. If the spiritual energy here was not too strong, he could have defeated Liu Junzhuo long ago. Why did he let her finish adjusting her breath and come back to launch a counterattack.
But at the same time, his heartbeat also accelerated.
In a sense, this should be his first truly evenly matched battle in so many years.
When Liu Junzhuo rushed towards him, the sword light illuminated his white clothes, and the blood in his body began to boil.
Shura's golden body was like a lion hidden in his body. He had been restrained a little before, but now he had released all the oppression in his body. The golden light flow was like a wild river surge, breaking the sword energy shackles around him and making them full of cracks.
Liu Junzhuo knew that his sword lock could not trap him.
But she didn't care.
When the sword struck, the sun and moon in the pot were upside down, and she appeared behind Ning Jiujiu without any warning.
A sword stabbed him in the heart.
But such strange changes could not fool Ning Jiujiu's Taiyin eyes.
He looked at himself, and the water and moon in the mirror activated, causing the sword to hit the air. Liu Junzhuo was slightly startled and wanted to draw the sword, but Ning Jiujiu grabbed her wrist.
The majestic power of Shura's golden body poured into the body.
Ning Jiujiu grabbed Liu Junzhuo's hand and spun it around like a whirlwind.
Liu Junzhuo was so danced that he couldn't mobilize his spiritual energy for a while.
"Cut!" Liu Junzhuo shouted in a deep voice.
Ning Jiujiu felt wary and let go of his hand.
Liu Junzhuo was thrown away, maintaining his balance while waving his fingers.
Cut and chop.
As soon as these two words were spoken, one of the arms of Ning Changjiu's Shura golden body was cut off.
"Authority?" Ning Jiujiu immediately realized that this was the authority that Liu Junzhuo had hidden for a long time.
She is a natural sword wielder, she is born to cut everything!
Liu Junzhuo drew again with his fingers.
Ning Jiujiu immediately calmed down. He felt the flow of authority in the air and faced it with his iron sword.
The iron sword split into two pieces.
Liu Junzhuo was half-covered in blood, waving his fingers to cut. At this moment, she seems to be the real Shura.
Liu Junzhuo slashed three times in a row, directly killing the golden body of Shura that Ning Jiujiu was protecting.
In the sun and moon in the pot, under the dark curtain, Ning Changjiu was floating alone in white clothes.
But Liu Junzhuo's limit was only three consecutive kills.
Her cold, proud and beautiful cheeks also turned into the color of frost and snow.
"The sky will collapse and the sun will be destroyed, the earth will collapse and the moon will be destroyed..."
Liu Junzhuo groaned.
In this world, the murderous intent surged, and the entire world was going to strangle Ning Jiujiu into despair.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head gently.
He called out the Golden Crow.
There is a larger divine kingdom within the Golden Crow's body.
It grew its mouth and wanted to swallow the sun and moon in the pot into its belly.
How could Liu Junzhuo let him succeed
At this moment, Ning Jiujiu has no Shura body. As long as she suppresses him with pure state, it is very possible to defeat him.
Liu Junzhuo pressed forward.
Her movements suddenly slowed down.
Time authority!
Ning Jiujiu also hides his power, waiting for the right opportunity to be the winner.
Liu Junzhuo's pupils shrank suddenly.
Although the opponent's time authority was not complete or powerful enough, it trapped her for a while and made her unable to move. As a result, her movements that should have been smooth and smooth slowed down. Once they slowed down, they were full of flaws.
Ning Jiujiu abandoned the broken sword, leaned over directly, and bumped into her body with his elbow.
Liu Junzhuo snorted miserably, and his body was locked by the opponent in an instant, pressing him and hitting the ground.
The sun and moon in the pot collapsed under the strong pull of the Golden Crow and both parties.
At this moment, if Ning Jiujiu bets the opponent into the Golden Crow, he will almost win. But at this moment, the Well of Embryo Spirit in the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom was just beginning to take shape, and he did not dare to let any foreign objects enter it and cause an accident.
Pong!
There was another earth-shattering loud noise.
The giant peak shook.
A huge sunken pit appeared on the ground in the center of the peaks.
Ning locked Liu Junzhuo's body for a long time and pressed her inside. The power of time suppressed her limbs, but within Liu Junzhuo's body, the abundant sword intention struggled independently, like needles piercing her body.
He seemed to be suppressing a graceful female body, but in fact it was like pressing his hands on a wooden board full of iron nails.
Ning Jiujiu gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, then formed a white blade and slashed at Liu Junzhuo.
The white blade could not break through Liu Junzhuo's sword body, but was chopped into pieces by Liu Junzhuo's body-protecting sword intent.
The second Mr. Jiange was struggling in the cage of time. Her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as if she was about to burst out with sword energy at any time.
Ning Jiujiu made a surprise attack and severely damaged him with four divine arrows, but until now, the outcome was still unknown.
Mr. Liu Er's tenacity with the sword exceeded his initial expectations.
And Liu Junzhuo would never have imagined that the talented boy she had met in Tianbang more than half a year ago, and whom she didn't take seriously at the beginning, could now suppress her so hard.
He defeated his disciple more than half a year ago. Now, as his master and senior sister, will he also defeat him
Although the opponent is a shameless sneak attack, there is no morality in life or death!
Liu Junzhuo roared and finally broke the cage. When she raised her head, Ning Changjiu's fist fell just in time, hit her forehead, and slammed her head back into the mud rock.
Ning Jiujiu was too lazy to think about it, so he directly poured spiritual energy into his fists and feet, and struck Liu Junzhuo.
Liu Junzhuo's sword energy was as majestic as the sea, and he was the one who beat the tide by the sea.
In the valley of Jufeng, the two of them started fighting in the mud.
Their fighting methods are extremely ordinary, but the spiritual power of each punch is enough to break through mountains and seas.
With the two of them as the center, huge waves exploded over a wide area, wiping out everything wherever they were affected. There were no swords in their hands, but fists and fists, palms and palms kept colliding, There are still thousands of sword lights lighting up with every gesture, shattering upon impact, and erupting into unstoppable snowy light.
If these thousands of peaks were a lake, then countless boulders would have smashed into the center of the lake, causing huge white tide tornadoes.
The spiritual energy that had previously evaporated sank again and turned into rain again.
Heavy rain falls.
Ning Changjiu and Liu Junzhuo walked through the heavy rain. Neither of them used their spiritual energy to protect themselves from the rain. Their clothes were soaked by the rain, and they looked extremely embarrassed.
Ning Changjiu's white clothes were torn, exposing his strong chest. The clothes on his arms were also torn, revealing blood, and bones were visible at the tips of his fists.
Liu Junzhuo's condition was even worse than him. Her clothes were torn, with strands hanging on her body, and the clothes were even more bloody. She dragged her scarred skirt and body, her eyes slightly distracted but still firm.
In front of a giant peak, the two stopped.
"You are very strong." Liu Junzhuo coughed up blood and said truthfully: "I have been practicing Taoism for three hundred years, but I almost lost to you... I was really shocked."
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is because of destiny. Therefore, this just shows how ridiculous Ke Wenzhou's statement of being a rebel is."
"No! You are just stealing destiny." Liu Junzhuo said coldly.
Ning Jiujiu said seriously: "You were deceived by the Sword Master."
Of course Liu Junzhuo would not be convinced.
"There is no one else today. If you have made it this far and still can't beat me, that means your destiny is with me." Liu Junzhuo tried her best to straighten her waist. She looked at Ning Jiujiu, her eyes burning.
Ning Jiujiu frowned and asked, "Why do you think you can beat me?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "You have exhausted all your methods, but I still have a sword hidden."
Ning Changjiu narrowed his eyes. What surprised him was that there was no corresponding warning in his heart.
"Is this gambling again?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Liu Junzhuo said leisurely: "No matter how you think it is good, in short... no matter how unlucky a gambler is, he cannot always lose."
As she spoke, she pressed her eyebrows.
Her best sword is hidden between her brows.
That was the sword Liu Xiwan gave her.
This is also her true means of victory and defeat.
The Divine Sword is about to kill someone for the first time. As if the heaven and earth are responding, the heavy rain of spiritual energy stops, the clouds in the sky dissipate, and the peaks are as silent as tombs.
This was the most proud sword strike in her life.
The silver sword stabbed Ning Changjiu.
The next scene surprised Liu Junzhuo so much that he couldn't speak.
The silver sword stopped in front of Ning Changchun.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand, and as if inspired, the sword spiraled around his arm, as if it was the sword he had nurtured for a hundred years.
Ning Jiujiu never thought that such a thing would happen.
He laughed dumbly, looked at Liu Junzhuo, and chuckled softly: "Miss Liu gave me the sword from a thousand miles away. The love is deep and righteous. Ning really has nothing to repay..."