In the days that followed, Ning Chang's life became a bit of a cookie-cutter.

In the morning class every day, he accompanied Ning Xiaoling to recite the Sword Sutra, and Lu Marry told some sword theories in class, and these sword theories would basically be overturned by Ning Changjiu himself that night, and then give Lu Marry a new lesson.

So many times, the sword theory that Lu married and married was also the most doubtful in her heart, and she took this opportunity to tell Ning Changchang to listen, and then listen to his opinions in the evening.

In a sense, on the contrary, Ning Chang is educating Lu to marry with his profound knowledge of the two lives, but the two have not pierced this layer of window paper, and they are still commensurate with master and apprentice.

Lu Marrying originally thought that she would adapt to it after a long time of refining her body, but she found that her senses were becoming clearer and clearer, the light of the golden crow was not tempered, but the spring breeze and rain, but when the spring breeze transited, in the warm light, the spring rain seemed to evaporate, turning into two clouds of mist in her eyes.

And Ning Xiaoling's cultivation has been getting harder and harder these days, she is not sure if her senior brother will participate in the sword test, but no matter what, she wants to show him the results of her cultivation.

Therefore, she often stood alone on the edge of the cliff, driving her sword through the early spring sun and flowing clouds, cutting the clouds into neat and neat threads.

The last sword always returned to the front of him smoothly, and Qingyue Jianming also seemed to praise himself.

She was sure that she would not lose to anyone in the inner peak, but she didn't know if Nan Cheng, the legendary great disciple of the retreat, would come on this day.

And Le Rou watched Ning Xiaoling's sword get faster and faster, and her original competitive heart gradually faded down, feeling that fate was really unfair, if she gave that innate spirit to herself, she would definitely be able to go to a higher place than her.

In short, she didn't have much to look forward to the sword trial. It's just that she plans to provoke Ning Ning for a long time at the sword test meeting, and take the opportunity to let him show his true realm.

And several famous male disciples in the peak are also secretly competing, each of them disagrees with the other, either they feel that the other party's swordsmanship is empty and agile and loses strength, or they feel that the other party's swordsmanship is empty and powerful but seems clumsy, in short, they raise each other's mouths and give in, but the comparison in their hearts is a lot.

Finally, in the busy and calm days of Tianguo Peak, spring came.

The snow cherry blossoms on the mountain are bathed in aura, blooming brilliantly in spring, and the breeze can shake off many petals every time it passes over the flowers and trees, like a fragrant snow.

The sword test in early spring is in the afternoon.

All the disciples are drawn to decide the opponent, after the first round of the winner and the loser are each a group, the final first place of the two groups of duels, the winner can win the championship, get a silver forged sword and the peak lord himself swordsmanship guidance, and three months later, the annual four summit swords, the first place can also be directly guaranteed.

Today, the sword field has been cleaned, and all the disciples of Neifeng gathered around the sword field at noon, some of them meditated, some recited sword tricks, some practiced the action of drawing their swords out of the sheath, and some had already conceived an imaginary enemy, and some practiced in style.

Ning Xiaoling made an appointment with her senior brother this morning, asking her to come and see her whether she participated or not.

Ning Xiaoling changed into clothes and pants that were easy to move, and her neat and tied hair looked heroic, she looked around with her sword, looking for the trace of her senior brother, and secretly complained in her heart, thinking that when the senior brother came later, she would scold him fiercely.

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In the hidden peak, Ning Changjiu's time to calculate in his heart was almost up, he finished taking the last breath of aura, got up and shook his clothes, and prepared to leave.

Although he was not interested in the sword trial meeting, he was very concerned about how far his junior sister had cultivated these days.

Since Nan Cheng is not out of the customs, then the junior sister will definitely be able to achieve the final victory, he thought about the proud face of the junior sister, and the corners of his mouth have faintly outlined a smile.

And when he was about to reverse draw the small flying air array and leave, his ears suddenly remembered the sound of tapping.

The voice was soft, but it was keenly caught by his ears, and he felt a hint of alertness, and turned to look at the iron-blue smooth wall behind him—the sound was coming from the wall.

The aura floating around Ning Changjiu slowly dissipated, his hand touched the wall, feeling the vibration of his fingertips, and his brows gradually locked.

Yinfeng is a huge space, in which the caves are dotted and the structure is complex, and the cave house selected by Ning Changjiu is close to the edge of the cliff, and the sound coming from the opposite side of the wall at this moment is clearly telling him that on the other side of the cave, on the side of the cliff, someone is holding something and knocking on the wall.

And coincidentally, this wall is facing its own cave.

Ning Jiujiu hadn't figured out the reason for all this, but the slight tremor made him vaguely feel uneasy, and before he could decide whether to advance or retreat, he saw that spiderweb-like cracks had appeared on the smooth mirror-like wall.

Ning Changjiu pulled out the short sword he carried with him, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the source of the sound.

Although the uneasiness in his heart still lingered, his spirit had calmed down, and he stared intently ahead, not considering whether the other side was friend or foe, and handed his sword out at the first moment the wall shattered.

The wall tiles were torn, and a light came in, and then it was the same color as the brighter sword light, without a sound, but it was so fast that it stabbed back unbelievably.

Click.

The wall collapsed in an instant, and the sword light dispersed into countless pieces.

On the opposite side of the wall, there was a muffled snort of pain and a sound of doubt, the sound was somewhat familiar, and Ning Changjiu immediately sounded who it was.

There was an uproar, as if the curtain suddenly fell, and the faint light from outside came in, and in the stone mansion, which was not bright, a pair of eyes looked at each other among the falling stones.

Ning Chang's eyes were calm and bright, but that person's eyes were as sharp as a wolf, with hatred that could not be concealed.

He is Yan Feng, Yan Feng who should have been imprisoned in the cold prison.

Ning Chang glanced at the structure behind it, and instantly understood that behind the continuous cave mansion of the hidden peak, there was the location of the cold prison! In a sense, the master of retreat in the hidden peak was also relatively guarding the prisoners in the cold prison.

At this moment, Yan Feng's hair was scattered, and he lost the vigor of seven days ago, replaced by the devouring hatred in his eyes.

At the moment he was thrust in his chest

With a sword, the sword pierced into a small section, and then was clamped by Yan Feng with his fingers, and he couldn't move in again, and his chest was still stained red, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

Yan Feng also recognized the young man in front of him, and the hatred in his heart was even worse, "Did Lu marry you here?"

Ning Chang looked at the wounds on his arms that had healed and the broken chains, and he was also puzzled, and blurted out: "Why are you here?"

As soon as this question was asked, Ning Changjiu suddenly understood.

Yan Zhou!

Although Yan Zhou himself was imprisoned in the Library, with his prestige in the peak, it should not be difficult to ask a certain close friend to secretly help Yan Feng untie the shackles, and then show him an escape route.

Yan Feng is his only younger brother, and the last touch of family affection still overwhelms the rules of the master.

Ning Chang figured it all out, and then found himself in a dead end.

He also understood that Yan Zhou chose this route for him because there were no masters of retreat here, and in the past few days, Ning Changjiu had never seen any traces of someone cultivating in the nearby cave, but Yan Zhou didn't expect that the back of the cold prison he had dug was the cultivation place of his own outer disciple.

And even if Yan Feng is injured, he is also a master of the Longevity Realm, how can he fight the enemy?

Yan Feng was also unsure whether the appearance of the young man in front of him was a coincidence or the arrangement of Lu Marrying, and the sword he stabbed into his chest at the moment made him feel extremely shocked.

He knew that the realm of the young man in front of him was definitely not high, but this surprise attack sword directly broke through his own defense and stabbed into his body.

He was a little angry, and then blamed this injury on carelessness, he never thought that this young man had any possibility of beating him, and it just so happened that he was Lu Marry's apprentice, and when he tortured and tortured him, he should have indescribable pleasure.

Yan Feng suddenly felt that this ingenious encounter was a gift from fate.

The minds of the two turned extremely fast, the flickering of their thoughts was like an electric current, neither of them spoke, but they tacitly moved as if they had agreed.

Yan Feng pinched the tip of the sword, his fingers were forced, and he slammed it, and the tip of the sword that pierced into the flesh and blood broke all of a sudden, and the tremor of the broken sword was transmitted to Ning Changjiu's wrist, and the young man's mouth was numb, and he almost couldn't hold the sword steadily, while Yan Feng backhanded the bullet and bounced back the tip of the sword as a flying knife.

Ning Chang's short sword was missing, and his body retreated half a step, when the flying knife attacked, he relied on his intuition to cross the sword, and with a clang, the tip of the sword touched the sword body, and then suddenly bounced away, and in that instant, Yan Feng's figure had already crashed through the wall and pounced.

Ning Chang's body was slightly fixed, without any hesitation, aimed at his eyes, and stabbed him with a sword.

Yan Feng didn't dodge or dodge, because he knew that how could an iron sword without the tip of the sword still have any lethality? Even if he was standing in place, with this young man's realm, it would not be enough to cut through his own skin at all.

But Yan Feng miscalculated, the moment his fists hit Ning Jiujiu's body, there was also a tearing pain on his eyelids, something broke through his spiritual power body, directly cut through his eyelids, and pierced the sword into his pupil!

Although the sword was broken, Ning Chang condensed the tip of the sword for a short time with incredibly pure spiritual power.

After the blow was hit, Ning Changjiu's figure was also shaken upside down by the sword and flew out, hitting a naturally formed rock pillar, he did not have the slightest joy for the success of the sneak attack, his body smashed the rock pillar, and his feet suddenly moved as soon as he touched the ground, and fled with a figure several times faster than just now.

Yan Feng covered his eyes, a different color flashed on his face, he had been cultivating for a hundred years, but he was stabbed twice in a row by a teenage boy, although in his eyes, the other party was just a mortal person, but this humiliation stung him deeply.

He no longer has anything to hide, the power accumulated over the years of longevity realm is bursting out in an instant, and he wants to give back all the losses he suffered on Lu Marrying to this young man.

Ning Chang's escape route was quickly blocked by a dark shadow.

And in the blink of an eye, a few blood beads shot out from the black shadow like steel arrows, and behind the blood beads, a pair of wrinkled hands claws came out, and the mighty spiritual power itself was a solid defense.

He wanted to kill this young man as quickly as possible, because he knew that it wouldn't be long before the other masters in the Hidden Peak would be alarmed, and unless Yan Zhou did his best to protect him, he would definitely have no chance of escaping.

And when Yan Zhou tried to let him out, he understood that the last blood relationship between the two was almost consumed.

He was not grateful to his brother, but hated him.

Yan Zhou is obviously a person who can become the peak master, but he is stuck to a little obsession in his heart, and he watches the position of the peak master let a junior dove occupy the magpie's nest...... If not, how could I have suffered such a humiliation?

Hatred is like a liquor poured on the flames, and the spurted killing intent turns into the most decisive sword qi.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, and the power that gushed out at that moment overshadowed all of Ning Chang's sword moves.

He grabbed the sword in Ning Chang's hand with one hand, and turned his claw directly into his heart with the other.

The sound of steel churning sounded.

The moves between the masters are also extremely fast.

In a short period of time, Ning Changjiu took out dozens of swords in a row, aiming at Yan Feng's terrifying sword moves, breaking them from the most vulnerable point, and the speed of Yan Feng's moves became faster and faster, he couldn't imagine that he was obviously so much higher, but he couldn't take down a young man who had not been cultivating for a long time!

And he knew that if he delayed a few more breaths, he would definitely be noticed by others.

But he didn't want to leave the peak of the sword, and his hatred for the white-clothed young man in front of him was even greater than the escape itself.

Although he knew that as long as he kept making such moves, it would not be long before this young man would not be able to hold on.

But time will not wait for him.

Yan Feng's speed of drawing his sword suddenly slowed down.

A vast ancient sword aura rose and hid on his body, or his clothes, or the tips of his hair, or the chains on his feet that were slightly and completely severed.

Together, the alarm in Ning Changchang's heart sounded in an instant, and he could feel that sword—it was the sword intent left by the Sword Star Master Ancestor.

With the continuous polishing of Yan Feng's cultivation career, the sword intent that was not just icing on the cake for cultivation at first,

At this moment, it has turned into a sword that is enough to kill the enemy.

Ning Chang didn't know if he could dodge this sword, but his heart was extremely calm, he hadn't experienced any twists and turns in his previous life, but in this life, he had wandered on the edge of life and death countless times, and every time he tossed and turned between life and death, he had a clearer understanding of the sword in his hand, that kind of understanding was not special, but it was something he had never had in the past.

Fear, nervousness, excitement, excitement...... When all emotions mingled into eternal stillness, his sword was faster than he had imagined.

That sword light suddenly lit up, and the sword intent broke through the armor layer by layer, and came to Yan Feng's throat, Yan Feng's sword heart flashed a great fear, he didn't see this sword clearly, and he didn't react until he touched the blood mark on his neck.

If this young man's cultivation is a little higher, he will be directly killed by his sword!

The huge fear made Yan Feng extremely angry, and the sword-like sword intent came first, but it also carried an unavoidable coercion, and slashed Ning Changjiu's chest in an instant.

Ning Chang looked at the blood marks on Yan Feng's neck with some regret.

But regret is a useless emotion, he reacted in the fastest time, the sword in his hand collided with the sword intent, Rudan's sea of qi suddenly vibrate, the moment the two touched, the surrounding stalactites were almost all shattered, like a flying sword falling rain.

"Die......" Yan Feng's pupils were red, and he didn't even care if he could escape.

Anger filled his chest, and he stretched out his hand angrily and grasped the sword intent, the other end of the sword intent was against Ning Changjiu's chest, and what was separated from Ning Chang's flesh and blood was nothing more than a thin sword body.

At the moment when the huge impact was transmitted, the people behind many doors in the hidden peak also noticed the movement and slowly opened it.

But no one had time to stop it.

The lead-gray sword intent was like a real giant sword, pressing the blade of the sword that was close to Ning Chang's chest, slamming his body forward.

Yan Feng ran wildly against him, he laughed presumptuously, he wanted to throw this young man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead into that abyss, he wanted to make him feel the most distorted pain and despair, and let him be crushed in endless fear!

Ning Changjiu's sword was pressed by the other party, but he didn't dare to let go, once he let go, without the infusion of spiritual power, the already extremely thin sword body would be completely pierced.

The sound of the wind whistling in his ears as he retreated rapidly, and countless Dao methods and sword moves cultivated in two lifetimes swept through his brain, but none of them could allow him to cross the gap in the realm and turn the tide in a short period of time.

But I don't know why, the more life and death are at stake, the calmer he becomes, and that calmness is like a death of the heart, which makes him feel frightened.

He looked at Yan Feng's face, which was somewhat similar to Yan Zhou, but his expression was very different.

Suddenly, there was a movement in his mind, and while he thought of Yan Zhou, he remembered those extremely strange sword moves.

He hadn't learned those sword moves, but at this moment, those sword moves seemed to be living in his bones!

He didn't know why, but his instincts were grasping at a straw.

The body quickly retreated, the abyss was not far away, and in the Purple Mansion, the golden crow opened its wide beak and already let out a roar like a sea beast.

In Ning Chang's eyes, golden light emerged.

Yan Feng didn't have time to judge what this was, and he didn't need to judge, he never believed that there was any means to change the gap in the realm.

Then, his already stinging eyes were filled with heart-piercing pain again—the pain was like a rough stone smashing through his fragile pupils, crushing the already blurry flesh and blood even more.

And in the last corner of the sight, there was a bird with dark golden feathers.

"Innate ......" Before he could finish his words, he lost his light, but the power in his hand did not relax at all, and the monstrous anger transformed from his arms into the most terrifying power.

At the edge of the cliff, the dragon-winding pillar that runs through the mountain peak is behind you.

The endless gray-black mist also seemed to sense something, churning like boiling water.

Half of Ning Changjiu's feet were already outside the cliff, but his mind was completely empty, just like what he said to Lu Marrying last night, "The heart is eight extremes, and the eyes are empty", he forgot everything at the moment, in all the divine senses, there is only his own sword and Yan Feng's sword.

He leaned back, and then he saw a glimmer of light, which was extremely dazzling in the darkness, and he stretched out his fingers like a sword, as if it were a jigsaw puzzle, and pressed it, and blocked the hole where the light came out.

Then all the light was gone, and the darkness of the dead silence of the divine consciousness was like eternal death.

This is one of Yan Zhou's weird sword piles.

Ning Changchang only understood at this moment that no matter how flawed this sword pile was, as long as he was killed before the opponent's sword was killed, then even if he had 10,000 flaws, the enemy would not have a chance to break it.

It turned out to be such a sword...... Such self-confidence, resoluteness, unruliness, and indispensable!

In front of him, a huge blood hole appeared in Yan Feng's throat, and he didn't understand until he died, how Ning Changjiu's sword qi broke through his defense line and pierced his throat, and Yan Zhou would never know that the sword move he used in his sleep would send his own brother to the Yellow Spring.

The moment the sword qi dissipated, the golden crow let out a violent hiss, and it was also intoxicated by this indomitable determination.

But it's not over yet.

After all, Yan Feng was a great cultivator of the Longevity Realm, and at the moment of his death, he made the last and only correct judgment in this decisive battle!

He blew his body to pieces.

The furious current surged in an instant, and the cliff surrounding the abyss also turned into shatters at that moment, Ning Changjiu's feet suddenly lost their focus, he stretched out his hand, but he couldn't catch anything, he wanted to draw Xiao Feikong Array to leave, but he couldn't light up any aura light around him.

Fate is impermanent, and the sword of death that was previously decisive, the lingering afterglow of death that has not disappeared has been fulfilled on himself.

The golden crow turned into a point of light and broke through the darkness chasing his body, and Ning Chang's strength was exhausted, his brain was blank, and he fell down in a semi-coma, the golden crow bit his body, but he was powerless to drag him up, and a man and a bird fell like this, and their figures were swallowed up by the endless darkness in an instant.