There is no shadow of Hasuda Town in the wasteland.

It seems to be hidden in an invisible space, and the four walls of the transparent space ripple dots, and from time to time someone walks out of it, looking dazed.

The scythe-like sword aura of the Grim Reaper swept over everyone's heads like a flock of pitch-black crows, but it was cut off by the white rainbow light in the air and shattered into countless spots.

Lu married in front of Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling, she was obviously just an ordinary sword in her hand, but she emitted an unreasonable immortal aura.

Twelve Qiu raised his head, the side of the pale nose, the eyes under the hood were like dark blue blades, he stared at the sudden woman in front of him, guessing her identity: "But Xue Xunxue, the master of the Hanging Sun Peak, is driving it himself?"

Lu did not answer.

Her snow-white figure disappeared in place, the sound of the sword lingered, and the sword on her side turned into several long rainbows, like a flowing wind and snow, slashing towards the twelve autumns together.

Twelve Autumn's expression was awe-inspiring, thinking that the Lord of the Hanging Sun Peak was actually stronger than he imagined.

His star robe shook, the wide cuffs opened, and the big black sleeves were all-encompassing, among which the dark flowers were bright and extinguished, such as the Sen Sen Cave Mansion, all the things that touched were included in it.

The dragon-like sword qi crashed into the pitch-black wide sleeves, and there was no sound.

Between the wide sleeves of the twelfth autumn, the pale hands were so thin that they were only like skin and bones, but between the thin arms, there was an indescribable power, and the slender and thin fingers were like five boning swords, cutting directly into Lu Yao's heart.

At this moment, the sword in Lu Marriage's hand was entangled by Xingchen's wide sleeves, and she couldn't get out, and this palm was cut too fast, and it stands to reason that she couldn't react at all.

But almost at the same time, Twelve Autumn let out a miserable snort.

A light lit up in his pitch-black wide sleeve, and all the sword qi that had been included in his sleeve before exploded together like a fuse.

If it was just sword qi, of course, he couldn't break through the wide sleeves of the twelfth autumn, but what was incredible was that the stars in his sleeves also turned into sword qi and attacked him!

The true yuan he released was actually assimilated into sword qi by the other party.

Shhh

The sharp and snowy sword light was like a handful of exploding water, and every drop of water turned into a sharp blade, cutting countless tears in his vast soft sleeves.

And that palm also stopped an inch in front of Lu Yuyao's chest.

Her body was like a sword, every inch of her skin stimulated sword intent anytime and anywhere, and the fingertips of her thin fingers were blurred by Lu Marry's personal sword qi in an instant.

Twelve Autumn withdrew his hand and shook it slightly, the flesh and blood on his fingertips dispersed, and his skin seemed to be reborn.

He pinched a trick, and the broken and falling sleeves suddenly became larger, turning into countless lilac clouds, enveloping his body, and those sword qi fell into the clouds and dispersed invisible.

Twelve Autumn stared at this woman with outstanding swordsmanship through the light purple clouds, and said coldly: "You are not Xue Xunxue!"

Lu married and still didn't answer.

Her sword body is almost complete, and the sword aura like snow mist surrounds her body, like an indestructible layer of armor, and behind the snow armor, the woman's expression is cold and beautiful.

She's ready to slash the next sword.

Twelve Qiu no longer guessed her identity, he wasn't sure if he could defeat her if he could do his best, but as long as they fought, it would be a protracted battle, and if it was on weekdays, he would definitely not be able to help but make a move.

But today he has more important things to do.

Lu married and married him with similar thoughts, she also urgently needed to return to the sect, but she didn't want to show a trace of retreat, every wisp of her sword intent seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties, and the peak stone under her feet was shattered and collapsed.

The first to give in was the Twelfth Autumn.

"If we meet by chance one day, you and I will only survive one person. Twelve Qiu opened his mouth indifferently, and the clouds enveloped him and Zhang Qiyu, and disappeared on the cliff.

"Her sword is somewhat familiar. Zhang Qiyu said suddenly.

"Hmm, Mr. knows about her?" Twelve Autumn was also curious about this Tianzong Sword Immortal, when did Tianzong have another stunning woman in the Purple Court Realm.

Zhang Kaiyu recalled: "Eight years ago, I saw a similar sword intent in another girl. ”

"Eight years ago...... "Twelve autumns vaguely knew that eight years ago, a big man came to Nanzhou.

He didn't ask, and took Zhang Qiyu directly to the Purple Heaven Dao Gate.

The people of Hasuda Town could not see the panorama of what was happening on the cliffs.

All they knew was that this woman dressed in white was sent by the gods to save their lives.

Lu turned around and slashed a sword at the clearing of the wasteland.

Without Zhang Qiyu in Liantian Town, Halloween was much weaker, and that sword actually cut through the cover of Liantian Town, faintly revealing a glimmer of scenery behind it.

Everyone turned around and looked around, and vaguely saw that the long street of Liantian Town at this moment had an obvious curve, but the people in it could not notice it.

And at the end of the lotus pond, there is a long picture-like dark river, which leads to the boundless tunnel at the bottom of the river, and winds back to the beginning of Liantian Town in an extremely long arc, and there are countless murals on the tunnel.

But somehow, people don't even notice it when they're in it.

Some people tentatively returned to the town, while others hid outside and watched, hesitating to set foot in it.

And some of them exclaimed, because the white-clothed fairy on the cliff rock, after splitting the sword, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Disappearing with her was a pair of teenagers and girls in the crowd.

"Cause trouble for me!" Lu married and glared at Ning Changchang, stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead.

Ning Xiaoling hid behind her senior brother, not daring to look at her master's fierce appearance.

Lu Married looked over Ning Changjiu's shoulder, his expression softened a lot, and he said with concern: "Xiaoling, are you okay?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded lightly.

Ning Changjiu was a little dissatisfied with the differential treatment of Lu Marrying, thinking that women really have two faces.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations to Master on the completion of his sword body, Master can have such a realm today, I think it should be the result of hard cultivation." ”

Lu married and knew that he was satirizing his gaffe when refining his body in the past, she secretly made a note in her heart, and said without changing her face: "Master is not a little better, how can he save the apprentice?"

Ning Xiaoling's eyes were full of excitement and admiration: "Well, Master is the most powerful." ”

Lu Wedding pursed her lips and smiled, seeing that the two of them were well, the ice and snow in her eyes finally melted, she stretched out her hands and rubbed the heads of the two, and asked, "What did you go through inside? Who trapped you?"

Ning Chang said, "Do you remember the three paintings in the Sword Hall?"

Lu Marry nodded and said, "Of course." ”

Ning Chang said: "The three-headed demon beast in the painting may still be alive now. ”

Lu Marriage's expression changed: "What are you kidding?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Jiuying is now in the Purple Heaven Dao Gate, it is said that there is a missing one, and that one is likely to be the giant python in Liantian Town, the snake is currently missing, and it is ......."

Ning Chang paused and said, "Sleepy."

We live with a painter named Zhang Qiyu, and many of the paintings of Yujian Tianzong are from his handwriting, Qi Yu...... It should mean that it has lost its animal nature. ”

The more Lu married listened, the more illusory he felt, and asked, "If it's really an ancient demon beast, then how can you survive?"

Ning Chang said: "I don't know what he's thinking, maybe it's because he has a big plan, maybe he really doesn't have the ability to kill us, in short...... There may be something big going on in Nanzhou today. ”

"Nine Infant ......" Lu married remembered its legend, and still felt puzzled: "If the legend is true, those are all demon beasts from three thousand years ago, how can they survive to this day?"

Ning Changjiu explained: "The cultivators and demons above the five realms can survive for thousands of years, but most of them will be killed by more powerful beings......

When Ning Changjiu said this, a chill surged in his heart.

He didn't continue, but said, "Let's go back to the sect first, and we'll talk about the rest on the way." ”

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Heavenly Sword Sect.

The four peak swords are as usual, Shouxiao Peak, Hanging Sun Peak, Huiyang Peak, Tianguo Peak, the disciples of the four peaks each inherit the immortal sword, each succeed the peerless learning, and start to compete with the sword on the sword field, and dozens of division commanders stand in the eight directions to prevent accidents when the sword is meeting.

And the Tianguo Peak, which was originally the least optimistic, brought the biggest surprise.

Nan Cheng, the disciple of the Heavenly Cave Peak, fought against the first disciple of the other three peaks, and all of them won, and there was no suspense about winning.

"This disciple is good, it is commendable to be able to cultivate the sword intent to this point, but it is a pity that he was born on the wrong peak, if he can come to Shouxiao Peak, his status in this generation of disciples should be second only to Wage. An elder guarding the Sky Peak sighed.

Fang Hege is the most famous disciple of Shouxiao Peak in the generation of Sifeng.

"I don't think it's because he's so powerful, it's because the first disciple from Sanfeng is relatively weak. The other person said leisurely: "Although this Nan Cheng's talent is good, this one can't see the real strength, let's wait for the second round to see." ”

"There is really no one in Tianguo Peak, so Nan Cheng was allowed to take the lead, and any disciple under Nan Cheng may be directly defeated. ”

The people of the Four Peaks have a lot of discussions about Nan Cheng, although they affirm his strength, but they are still not optimistic about Tianguo Peak.

However, the morale of the disciples of Heavenly Cave Peak was originally a little low, because Nan Cheng's successive victories had risen a lot.

Everyone thinks that Senior Brother Nan Cheng can retreat in Yinfeng for so long, it is really not in vain, the sharpness of that sword qi has never been seen in many division commanders, let alone a young man who is not yet twenty years old?

"It's a pity that Senior Sister Xiaoling is not here, and I don't know which is stronger or weaker than Senior Brother Nan Cheng. ”

"Of course, Senior Brother Nan Cheng is even more powerful! Although Ning Xiaoling's talent is also remarkable, but the sword test in early spring is just a nest fight, and Senior Brother Nan Cheng has not yet come out of the customs at that time. ”

"Hmm...... Senior sister, are you jealous of junior sister? ”

"Not really!"

Nan Cheng isolated the sword field, the light of the magic circle flowed brightly on the soles of his feet, like a substance, and the bottom of the magic circle, the peak was ten thousand feet high, and the clouds were steaming at a glance, as if in the sky.

He breathed silently, waiting for his next opponent.

His sword body was more powerful than he had imagined, but he was seriously injured today, and the loss of every wisp of spiritual energy in his body was several times the load on him.

"Your name is Nan Cheng?" The next opponent floated in a figure, carrying a specially forged sword in his hand, this sword was very thick and heavy, but in his hand there was a kind of ethereal feeling like picking clouds.

The man stared at Nan Cheng coldly, as if he was disdainful of the sword in his hand.

"The senior brother of Hanging Sun Peak! seems to be called Lin Cai. ”

"What a strange name. ”

"It is said that he is an orphan picked up by the lord of Hanging Sun Peak, he has taken care of him for many years, and he has taught swordsmanship, he should have been the finale of Hanging Sun Peak, but now he should not be able to see the scenery of Tianguo Peak, so he wanted to come out in advance to suppress Senior Brother Nan Cheng. ”

"Hanging Sun Peak...... Well, is a woman jealous? Hey, I don't know if Senior Brother Nan Cheng can bear it. ”

"Difficult to ......"

Nan Cheng looked at the sword in his hand, the sword was obviously so light, but it brought him a heavy sense of oppression, and his sword seemed to go beyond the sword scripture, and there was no trace to be found.

"Get out of your sword. "Nan Cheng is vigilant, but not afraid.

Lin Cai showed a faint smile on his face, his figure floated gently, as if fast and slow, unpredictable, and the sword in his hand was like a paper kite moving with the wind, slashing towards Nancheng.

The Lord of the Hanging Sun Peak looked at his sword, very satisfied, and smiled.

Lin Cai's swordsmanship is high, and only she knows the prosperity of sword intent, and she is cultivated by Lin Cai as a successor.

Nan Cheng stood in place, staring at the trajectory of Lin Cai's sword with his sword eyes fixed.

Many people looked over.

Two swords intersect in the wind.

The forest is like a cloud, and the south is like a stubborn rock.

The moment their swords intersected, like a glacial river bursting, cold water pours out, the figures of the two went up and down, but the tips of the swords were tacitly attached together, their sword qi surged and collided almost at the same time, and the sword qi leaked out to form countless waves, which spread at a high speed like ripples around.

The Lord of Hanging Sun Peak frowned slightly, and said with interest: "This is a competition for the purity of sword qi? ”

He originally thought that Nan Cheng would have some exquisite sword moves, but he didn't expect to use such a simple method.

Competing with Lin Cai for sword qi is equivalent to extinguishing his only chance of winning.

Sure enough, Lin Cai's sword qi surged down like a big river, and it suppressed Nan Cheng in an instant, Nan Cheng held the sword high with both hands, struggling to support it, and his knees were trembling slightly.

The disciples of Tianguo Peak looked at him nervously, they didn't have much confidence anymore, although Senior Brother Nan Cheng was powerful, but this big disciple of Hanging Sun Peak had a better reputation, and just one move, he suppressed Nan Cheng to death, they were all people who knew swords, and they understood the truth that if one move was a little slow, they would be restrained everywhere.

But Nan Cheng once again surprised everyone.

Lin Cai's cloud-like sword qi suddenly turned gloomy, as if it had been turned into rain in a cool wind, and those rain-like sword qi were assimilated by Nan Cheng, and they were refined into his sword intent in a very short period of time.

The reversal of the offensive was done in three breaths.

Lin Cai's sword intent was assimilated by most of it at once, as if in the army, all the generals and soldiers under him rebelled, and in the blink of an eye, they turned the spearhead and turned to the marshal in the middle.

Lin Cai didn't understand what was going on.

Nan Cheng's sword had already ignited with sword fire and stabbed towards Lin Cai.

The sword qi that seemed to be like a multi-edged mirror reflected this sword fire into a furnace-like glow, and the glow was very beautiful, making Lin Cai's cheeks even redder.

It was the red of shame.

Nan Cheng's sword had already reached his heart, and the fire on the sword gradually extinguished.

"Concession. Nan Cheng took his sword and saluted, turned to leave.

Behind him was the shouts of the Heavenly Cave Peak.

“

Sword and Spirit Body?" Xue Xunxue, the Lord of Hanging Sun Peak, frowned, and the look of shock in his sword eyes could not be concealed: "How is this possible? Could it be that Heavenly Cave Peak wants to produce two people with the same sword spirit?"

"Not really. Xue Lin, the master of Huiyang Peak, shook his head and said, "I have seen Lu marry a sword, and the sword spirit body should not be like this. ”

"And what is this?"

"Could it be the acquired sword body?"

"The acquired sword body?" Xue Xunxue denied: "The cultivation method of the acquired sword body was lost three hundred years ago, how could there be such a method in the Heavenly Cave Peak?"

Their arguments were inconclusive.

Nan Cheng defeated another person after a few swords, standing alone in front of the Heavenly Cave Peak, like a husband.

Everyone could see his exhaustion, his bloodless face and his bleeding lower abdomen.

But he can use other people's sword intent as his own killer weapon, but the challenger can't think of a solution in a short period of time.

The older ones thought of the scene when Lu married and won the top spot when he participated in the Four Summits for the first time.

At that time, Lu was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Ten years.

When they sighed in their hearts, Shouxiao Peak had a sword out.

The sword qi dug into the ground, and small ripples rippled on the indestructible magic circle.

"Fang Hege?" Nan Cheng felt his sword intent and confirmed his identity.

He is Fang Hege, the great disciple of Shouxiao Peak.

He looked at the injuries on Nan Cheng's body, and said with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't come to the sword earlier, even if I defeat you at this time, my reputation may not be beautiful." ”

Fang Hege paused for a moment and said with a smile: "But I don't want to see you win all the time." In the history of the Four Peaks Sword, although there is no shortage of feats of one person fighting the twelve disciples of the Three Peaks in a row, in this generation, I will not let this kind of thing happen to others. ”

His words were calm and gentle, obviously provocative, but they gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

The Lord of Shouxiao Peak wanted to stop him and ask him to give his junior brothers and sisters more opportunities to practice swords, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

The sharpness of a young man is a sword that cannot be defeated.

Nam Cheng could feel his realm.

If he is not injured, when his strength is at its peak, there may be a thirty percent chance.

But now that he is out of the sword, he has no more.

He was a little happy, happy that neither the master nor the seniors would see his failure, and he also regretted, regretted that he could not get out of the customs once and make a blockbuster to the end.

He didn't like what this Shouxiao Peak disciple said.

In Nan Cheng's heart, a real master should be like the master and his predecessors, speaking concisely and without smiling.

But at the moment, he couldn't win against him, which made him extremely aggrieved.

"Long admiration. He exchanged salutes with Fang Hege.

And Nan Cheng's successive victories also gave the disciples of Tianguo Peak many illusions.

Didn't Lin Cai also come from the fairy style before, and finally returned with a feather?

They chanted the name of Senior Brother Nan Cheng.

It's just that their voices are getting lower and lower.

Fang Hege was worthy of being the great disciple of Shouxiao Peak, and the sword intent around him seemed to be virtual and real, flowing uncertainly, not giving Nan Cheng the slightest chance to assimilate them.

So the sword competition between the two is the comparison between the simple realm and the sword moves.

Nan Cheng is still as solid as a rock and did not lose anytime soon.

A line of fire lit up from among them, tangled and intersected like lightning.

The sword aura overflowed and gushed uncertainly.

The visible and invisible sword moves are all intertwined into light and shadow between them.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that after each sword, Nan Cheng's chances of winning are reduced a little, and after ten moves, Nan Cheng is already at an absolute disadvantage.

"Without the protection of the sword body, there are only these skills?" Fang Hege raised his eyebrows slightly.

Nan Cheng didn't speak, and the sword was like a monument in front of him.

Fang Hege's sword aura was like a snow eagle foraging for food and diving, like countless arrows, shooting at this stubborn stone that was unwilling to admit defeat.

Suddenly, a white light flashed.

Fang Hege's figure paused slightly, and his arms were wrapped around his chest to resist.

A pair of horns slammed into his chest.

The sheep was not big, but its strength was not inferior to the full force of the cultivator at the peak of the fairyland, even if it was as strong as Fang Hege, the figure was shaken back a few steps in the first time.

"Innate Spirit?" The surprise in Fang Hege's expression quickly turned into indifference.

The innate spirit is a thing that assists in cultivation, and it is very fragile in itself. If someone with a similar realm is facing the enemy, and the innate spirit sneaks up on him, he usually only has a chance to strike.

Fang Hege was not injured in one blow, and Nan Cheng's last chance of victory was of course wiped out.

Yazhu knew that the victory and defeat had been divided, and he closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it again.

All the disciples fell silent.

So much so that no one except the Three Peaks Peak Lord found out, and the peach curtain opened at some point, and a sword light came to the back of the Heavenly Cave Peak crowd.

Ning Chang saw Nan Cheng's sword of defeat.

Lu was a little surprised by the peace of the Sword Heavenly Sect at the moment, but peace is always a good thing.

She looked at Nan Cheng, who was seriously injured, sighed, then glanced at Ning Changjiu and said, "You go and try?"

Ning Chang said: "I'm not interested in martial arts. ”

Ning Xiaoling didn't go to see the martial arts arena, but looked at the glittering thing on the high platform and asked, "Master, Master, what is that?"

Lu Yumari explained: "That's the reward of the sword leaders of the four summits this year, they are Tianhe, Heavy Fire Box, and Phantom Snow Lotus, each with its own wonderful use. ”

Ning Xiaoling nodded, feeling that their names sounded very good.

Ning Changjiu's expression fluctuated slightly, and he looked at the lotus flower with overlapping petals, and asked, "This is the Phantom Snow Lotus?"

Lu married and hummed angrily, thinking to himself, could Tianzong still be able to fake?

On the martial arts field, Nan Cheng was defeated after all.

He hung his head, looking at the tip of the sword against him, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Fang Hege defeated a strong enemy, but there was no joy on his face, his victory was just a matter of course.

He withdrew his sword, smiled politely, looked around, and asked, "I wonder who the next person to ask the sword is?"

There was silence all around.

They know that Fang Hege can win until the end.

This is something that everyone knew before the Four Summits Sword began.

Nam Cheng brought surprises, but no unexpected results.

Carrying his sword, he silently walked towards the rear in the posture of a loser.

I don't know if it's an illusion, when he lowered his head, a white-clothed figure suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes, he looked shocked, immediately raised his head, and looked back.

He spotted a familiar figure standing in front of him, his hands outstretched.

Nan Cheng understood and hurriedly handed over the sword.

Ning Changjiu took the sword, walked in front of Fang Hege, and said calmly, "I'll come." ”