Nine Infant ......

The fog on the arena condensed into a great sword, but the name was like a bigger fog, enveloped in front of everyone.

The black-clothed young man's feet floated slightly, his toes were separated from the ground by a line, his black robe was like an extremely dark cloud, unstable, and the smile on his pale face was very shallow, but it seemed to have been buried deep under the soil for thousands of years.

The Great Array of the Four Peaks, even if he was a master at the peak of the Purple Court Realm, could not break through it in a short period of time, but in his eyes, it was just a layer of estrangement.

"Nine Infant ......" Jing Yangxia stared at the young man, his expression shocked: "How is it possible?

Jiuying crossed his arms in front of him and said coldly: "I'm not a fierce beast, I'm a god." ”

The four peaks and peak masters stared at this young man together, Bixiao, Dongyang, Wenyun, Minglan, and the four fairy swords resonated, as if they were going to merge into one at any time, cast into a sword to protect the mountain, and kill the demons.

Jiu Ying's black robe was windless, and wisps of pitch-black clouds spat out from his cuffs, lingering beside him, condensing into various strange shapes.

He looked at the young man in front of him and said, "Your name is ...... Fang Hege?"

Ning Changjiu's expression was still cold, and he said, "Ning Changchang." ”

Jiuying was slightly different, he remembered what Shi Wu said to himself on the road, frowned, and quickly understood the reason for the matter, and said regretfully: "Hiding for so long, you defeated the original most powerful disciple in a blockbuster, you should be proud, but unfortunately your life is really bad." ”

Before Jiuying's words fell, he heard Shi Wu's question: "It turns out that you are Ning Changjiu, and you can escape from Liantian Town, and you are indeed not small." ”

Ning Chang ignored Shi Wu, he stared at the fierce beast in front of him that showed people in the skin of a young man, looked at his pale but immature skin like a newborn baby, and said, "Why don't you go to find your head?"

Jiu Ying subconsciously touched his head, and his expression was fierce: "How do you know?"

Ning Chang said: "You are really not the real Nine Infants. ”

The look of the young man in black was extremely cold all of a sudden.

The people of the Sword Heavenly Sect couldn't understand their conversation, but Shi Wu's expression was extremely cold.

"Zhang Qiyu doesn't deceive me, you really have a big secret hidden in you. Shi Wu's gaze was like a knife, as if he wanted to cut open Ning Changjiu's body and dig out the secrets in it.

Ning Chang looked at the swords that surrounded him and said, "You're here to compete with swords?"

The young man in black was a little stunned: "You still have the courage to draw your sword?"

Ning Changchang said seriously: "Your realm is not high, I can try." ”

The black-clothed young man frowned, his toes lightly touching the ground, and his feet landed on the magic circle.

Relying on the Void was a skill that could only be possessed in the Purple Court Realm, and he had deliberately done so before, just to make others misjudge his realm.

But in fact, his sky is an innate ability with God, and as long as he wants to, every inch of space can become a substance under his feet.

Just like this fog sword in the sky, in essence, he created several sword-shaped space containers to contain all the fog.

The young man in black said, "Did you agree to count before?"

Ning Changchang nodded and said, "Well, if you win, the Heavenly Soul Lantern will take it yourself." ”

The look of the young man in black was even more regretful.

Ning Chang turned his head sideways and glanced at Lu Married, Lu Married had already walked to the very edge of the sword field, and the Minglan Immortal Sword was on the side, ready to shoot on time.

He shook his head lightly at the landing dowry.

Lu married's teeth were tightened, the light in her eyes condensed into a little, she didn't have any response to Ning Changjiu's shaking head, she knew that Ning Changjiu should still have some hidden strength, but this black-clothed young man was even more unfathomable, if the situation was slightly wrong, she would ignore the agreement and immediately take out the sword.

Jing Yang Xia also stared at the sword field, and a ridiculous feeling arose in his mind, he knew that this black-clothed young man obviously didn't have the Purple Court Realm, but for some reason, he didn't have the idea of taking out the sword, as if this young man was unkillable.

Hanging Sun Peak and the peak master of Huiyang Peak stood side by side, observing this young man who was suspected of being the reincarnation of an ancient fierce beast, and his sword qi was ready to fall at any time.

In the face of the killing intent of the Four Peaks Peak Lord, the young man in black did not have the slightest fear.

Space is his talent, as long as he wants to, he can run away at any time, and he will not touch a piece of feathers.

He was more interested in the white-clothed young man named Ning Changjiu in front of him.

He didn't understand where the other party's self-confidence came from, could it be that he thought that with the support of the Four Peaks Peak Lord, he couldn't kill him?

They looked up at the same time, glancing at each other.

Those sword-like cold mist swords have been hovering in the air for a long time, with the condensation of the black-clothed young man's eyes, the sound of string cracking sounded in the air, and in the huge explosion, dozens of cold mist swords smashed towards Ning Changjiu, at the same time, the black-clothed young man's wrist flicked, and the surrounding space converged at an extremely fast speed, condensing into an extremely dense field in the palm of his virtual hand.

That realm was invisible, and he held it in his hand like a long sword.

A raging wind swept across the sword field.

The disciples around the sword field couldn't help but retreat one after another, for fear of being affected.

Ning Chang closed his eyes, and the sea of qi opened, and the aura roared like a mountain torrent to break through the gate of heaven.

Without the threshold of each realm as a mark, he could not determine his current realm.

But after Jin Wu became a spirit, his cultivation in the past few months was almost unhindered, and the life and death in the hidden peak made his swordsmanship go to a higher level.

He didn't think that among the four peaks, anyone under the Purple Court could outperform him except for Lu Marry.

Even if it's this boy in black.

The moment the cold mist sword fell, Ning Chang's body sank slightly, and then he suddenly jumped up, and the sword blade in his hand stirred up red fireworks, and those cold mist were like ignited straws in an instant, turning into a red sea as Ning Chang's figure swept by.

A loud crash sounded in the cold mist.

The wind howled again, and all the fog and fire were torn away by the invisible hand in an instant, and in the fragments of the firelight, the white clothes and black clothes clearly appeared in the air.

The figures of the two fell to the ground together after clashing their swords.

Ning Changjiu's sword burned with the sword fire that the wind could not disperse, while the sword of the black-clothed young man was invisible and shadowless, even the sword intent did not exude a little, but it carried a huge and silent sense of oppression.

The first sword collision between the two has already shocked countless people.

Fang Hege looked at this sword in surprise, thinking that Ning Changjiu had already shown mercy to his subordinates just now.

And the rest of the disciples looked at this grand sword fire, and they didn't believe that this sword came from the hands of their peers.

This sword could defeat any disciple in the field, but it didn't hurt the black-clothed young man in the slightest.

After the cold mist sword and sword fire were shattered together, the figures of the two were like two projectiles that hit each other, after hitting dozens of times, their figures seemed to be Taiji mellow and intersecting, and at the intersection of the division, the sharp sword qi was torn like electricity, and the electric light burst in a short period of time, and the figures of the two were staggered and separated again.

The figure falls to the ground and stands still. Ning Chang stood with his back to him.

None of them moved, but the sound of crackling sounded among them like firecrackers.

It was the sword qi that came from the back of the two.

Each wisp of sword qi was like a stone thrown at high speed, colliding in the air, and then shattering into a spark-like light.

Ning Changjiu and the black-clothed young man are not so much a sword competition, but a dance on the stage, the rhythm of the movements of the two is too similar, at a glance it is more like a black and white shadow separated by a mirror, the staggering of figures, the collision of swords, every action is like a pre-choreographed one, every step is in the slightest.

But those people with a high realm are extremely nervous one by one, and they all know that in this seemingly dance-like sword competition, the god of death

The scythe had been swung many times above Ning Chang's head.

The sword qi that collided in the air fell to the ground like slender streams of fire.

"You're strong. The young man in black also looked serious.

Ning didn't speak for a long time, as if he was stingy with praise.

The black-clothed young man stretched out his hand, and the space around him condensed into his hand again.

In an instant, even in front of Ning Changjiu, the air was as muddy as a swamp, and it was difficult to move an inch.

He used his authority to turn the entire space of the sword field into a large sword.

At that time, there will be countless swords hanging high above his head, and he will not be able to escape for a long time.

Of course, Ning Changjiu would not give him this opportunity.

He threw the sword in his hand directly.

With the sound of the sword, the air around it was shaken open.

The sword that came out of his hand changed into afterimages in the air, and with each foot of flight, the sword shadows in the air doubled, and those sword shadows tore out countless vacuum belts under the rapid travel, smashing the solidified space to pieces.

The black-clothed boy failed to solidify the space of the entire sword field.

But the sword in his hand was still strong enough to be called a greatsword.

The black-clothed young man wielded a giant sword, like wielding a huge fan, scattering all the mosquito-like moth-like sword shadows that rushed towards him, and then smashed them towards Ning Changjiu's place with a heavy inertia.

The air shook like water, and the realm condensed by the circle under his feet shone like glass.

But no one thought it was beautiful, it was a sign that the circle had taken too much power and might collapse.

The giant sword shattered on its own as it fell, scattering into countless fragments, which smashed densely towards Ning Changjiu like raindrops.

Ning Changjiu didn't have a sword in his hand at the moment, and although his sky-full sword shadow was all scattered, the sword that was the main body still broke through the air and stabbed the black-clothed young man.

There are no sword locks to limit the body, so such a sword will not be particularly difficult to dodge.

The black-clothed young man was in charge of a part of the power of the space, so he didn't even hide, but stretched out his hand, and the moment the white light in his palm lit up, his front of him twisted unprecedentedly.

The sword disappeared in front of him, and instead appeared behind Ning Changjiu, striking at the back of his head at an even more terrifying speed.

There are swords in the sky and behind them.

The white-clothed man seemed to be in the eye of the storm, and he would be struck at any moment.

Ning Chang wanted to use his body technique to get out, but his figure moved several times in an instant, but he ran into walls everywhere.

The sword is in front of you.

In the uproar, countless sword qi swept by.

Ning Changchang's figure was both clear and blurred in the sword qi.

The black-clothed young man's expression changed: "What kind of evil art is this?"

In front of him, the sword qi penetrated Ning Jiujiu's body, but it did not bring up a piece of blood, but only crossed an illusory shadow.

That is one of the unobservable mental methods, the water and moon in the mirror.

In the past, Ning Chang had tried several times in Neifeng, but he couldn't use it, but today his realm is mellow, reciting the Tao in his heart, pointing to the Tao, and his figure is really like the moonlight in the water.

This scene shocked countless people.

The flying sword behind his head passed through his illusory figure, and when it came to his eyes, he was grabbed by Ning Chang in the palm of his hand.

Boom! He seemed to have walked out of another world, a mirage-like phantom condensed into substance, and the sword in his hand pierced out, I don't know if the sword was carrying a person, or a person holding a sword.

White shadows swept across the sword field.

The black-clothed young man flexed his fingers, and several spatial barriers stood around, layer upon layer, solid as gold.

Ning Chang's grand sword light jumped up like countless carps with snow-white waves.

But this wave is still blocked before the "Dragon Gate".

The sword slashed open a crack in space, but failed to pierce it.

When the sword power was about to end, the shield and the sword were converted into each other, and the barrier of space was once again transformed into a large sword with a horizontal handle.

Ning couldn't see these invisible swords for a long time, but he could feel the source of the killing intent.

The sword slashed, but he didn't retreat.

The childishness on the face of the young man in black was gone, he didn't expect to have so many tricks with this man named Ning for a long time.

He was reborn today in a posture of annihilation, and he never expected to be stopped in front of a sixteen-year-old boy.

Ning Chang's sword seemed to be about to slash through that tiny gap.

The soldiers on the other side are in danger, and of course he will not back down.

What's more, he has a real reliance - eight lives.

How can the opponent win by gambling with him?

Ning Changjiu's figure narrowly passed through the gap between the two big swords, and the swords staggered, if he could be faster, he could stop this person who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But Ning Chang's speed was too fast, it was a speed that was difficult to display at the peak of the Longevity Realm.

The spiritual power in the sea of qi burned at high speed.

With a bang, the white clothes were raised high, and when his arms moved suddenly, the sword qi went away like a long dragon.

The black qi surrounding the black-clothed boy condensed into a real sword.

He held his sword in his hand, his body was raised, and the black greatsword fell in the air.

The white dragon was broken by his sword.

Like a wisp of sword light blown away by a hurricane, when Ning Chang's figure was revealed, a black big sword pierced in, shaking his entire body out.

Ning Chang snorted, his figure threw back like a sandbag, and in mid-air, he kept returning his sword to block, cutting off the sword qi that was chasing after those tarsal maggots.

In Linhe City, Ning Changjiu had practiced with Zhao Xiang'er for a month, and in the repeated hammering, his melee swords and fists were several times stronger than before, and he was also confident in blocking all the attacks of the young man in black.

Ning Chang didn't even take half a step back after landing on the ground, and his body just shook slightly and immediately stabilized.

They looked at each other from a distance, as if they had returned to the beginning, and neither of them made any further movements.

The red color of the load on the circle gradually faded.

The smile on Shi Wu's face disappeared completely, and the two Dao Masters behind him also raised their heads, watching this battle with full attention.

The people in the four peaks were closer, and they were dumbfounded by the moves and realms they had shown.

Originally, the disciples who were still a little dissatisfied with Ning Changjiu couldn't have any other thoughts at this moment.

"What kind of swordsmanship did he make?"

"Is this the sword move of the Heavenly Sect of the Imperial Sword? Why doesn't it look like it......"

"Master said that a master's move can't be confined to a dead move, isn't it...... This is the master?"

"Xiaoling Xiaoling, do you know that your senior brother is so powerful? ”

......

Ning Xiaoling didn't answer, her hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble, she looked at the center of the sword field, her eyes didn't dare to blink, and she silently prayed for her senior brother in her heart.

Lu Yuyu is like a snow lotus blooming on the cliffside, no one can see her emotions clearly, but her toes have been tightly attached to the edge of the sword field, as long as there is a slight abnormality, her ice and snow arrow will shoot out in an instant.

......

"Let's get it over quickly. ”

In the long confrontation and calm, there was no quiet sigh, breaking the tranquility.

This sentence is like a judge's pen, and it has become a dead word on the big paper of heaven and earth.

The young man in black rarely meets his opponent in chess, and he originally wanted to make more moves with the other party, but now there are bigger things waiting for him to do.

His body was slightly sideways, and the black robe that had always been windless and automatic stopped at this moment, and his pale skin revealed a faint, cyan bloodshot, and his pupils were swallowed up by darkness.

"What's that?"

Someone in the sword ring exclaimed.

Behind the black-clothed boy, eight huge pythons appeared.

It wasn't a full-fledged python, it looked more like some kind of creature with an extremely long neck, or a giant octopus upside down.

The eight giant pythons appeared behind him, and the giant pythons seemed to be carved out of a mold, both in length and demeanor, and even their movements were synchronized.

Jingyang Xia couldn't bear it anymore, and the Bixiao sword was unsheathed and hung high above the sword field: "Bold monsters, dare to come to my Sword Sect is rampant." ”

Shi Wu said coldly: "Lord Peak, do you have to break the rules?"

"It is a matter of course for immortals to slay demons. ”

The young man in black said: "This is my innate spirit, how can the innate spirit be good and evil?"

Jing Yang Xia has lived for many years, and his eyes are old and spicy, and he knows that this is not an innate spirit at all, but the ontological phantom body of the Nine Infants.

He originally wanted to drop the sword directly and cut the young man out of the peak.

Ning Changjiu glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

The appearance of the Nine Babies was also something he had expected.

"You're incomplete. Ning Changchang said.

The young man in black said, "Now I am complete." ”

Ning Chang said: "The Nine Babies are missing the most critical part, so they created you as a replacement and become its brain, this is a good idea, but have you ever thought that when the most central head of the Nine Babies is recovered, you will lose your value." ”

The black-clothed young man sneered: "You want to sow discord in just a few words, you are indeed very smart, but the ninth infant has long since died, even if you find its white bones, it will only make me whole, and it will not replace me at all." ”

Ning Jiujiu thought of the black giant python in Liantian Town, and said: "I have seen the ninth infant spirit, although it is seriously injured, it is still alive and has its own consciousness, it has not deceived you, you are just a temporary replacement." ”

The young man in black had a gloomy expression.

Shi Wu frowned, and immediately said, "When we find the last infant spirit, I will personally let you kill it and replace it." ”

As he spoke, Shiwu bit his fingertips and slashed across his palms.

On a sunny day, thunder roared.

It was a sign of the blood oath being condensed.

The young man in black softened his expression a little, he should have thanked the young man in front of him, but for some reason, he was furious in his heart, and he wanted to crush him to ashes.

Jiuying's law was standing up to the sky, almost filling the entire sword field, and some timid disciples even cried out in fright and fled towards Neifeng.

The Dharma Body that stood on top of the heavens and the earth also brought a great sense of oppression to Ning Changjiu.

But this sense of oppression disappeared quickly, and in his Purple Mansion, the golden crow hissed for a long time, and he couldn't help but want to break through the Purple Mansion.

The black-clothed young man jumped into the air with a black knife in his hand, stepped on a head, and his figure smashed down with the python-like body, and when the black knife slashed into the air, the other seven Dharma Aspect heads also fell in unison as if they were real objects.

Bang! Bang!

The crash was earth-shattering.

On the unbreakable circle, a huge head fell, smashing it through many huge holes.

The holes also formed a large array.

Ning Changjiu's figure was locked in the center of the large array.

The black knife, the black-clothed boy, and the black revealing Dharma body, it was a whirlwind that fell in the air, enveloping the entire sky and falling together.

Everyone held their breath.

Lu Zaimari couldn't think of a way to break the game, she originally planned to go straight out with her sword desperately to interrupt the competition, but Ning Chang's always calm face made her suppress her murderous aura.

The next moment, all the people saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives.

The python-like head of the Nine Babies smashed to the ground.

Ning Chang grabbed its head with one hand and pressed it to the ground, while the other held the sword and collided with the black knife.

The black knife was overturned, and Ning Changjiu's sword was also broken in two.

But he used the sword, which had been broken in two, to stab him at the head that he was pinching.

The sword sliced into the Dharma Body.

The Nine Infant Law Ministers and the black-clothed boy also let out a painful scream.

No one could understand how such a huge head could be pressed under his hands with such a heavy weight, and the head really didn't dare to move.

I can't even understand ten nothing.

After he recovered from the shock, he found that on the skull of the giant python-like Nine Infants, there was a crow with dark golden feathers, and the crow had a crown of hair like stamens on its head and three slender legs under it.

It looked so vulnerable, but at the moment it looked like a golden-winged roc bird that fed on dragons, and it proudly stepped on one of the heads of the Nine Infants, so the other seven heads didn't dare to move.

The black-clothed young man stared at the golden crow, as if some memory had broken through the of history and rushed like a flood.

"It's you! It's you! You're not dead...... You're not dead yet!!" The black-clothed young man screamed at Ning Chang like crazy.

No one had time to guess who the "you" in his mouth was, they only knew that the young man in black was inexplicably crazy, and the fear in his heart also aroused boundless killing intent.

The golden crow shattered the heavens and the earth, the Nine Infant Law Phase shattered, and the black-clothed young man was greatly counterattacked, spurting blood from his mouth, but he still did not back down.

He stretched out his hand, the space froze, and then it became a sword, he suddenly held the sword and slashed towards Ning Chang.

Ning Chang grabbed the broken sword in his hand and slashed at him.

The sound of swords resumed.

No one had ever seen a sword so fast.

The sword was pure fast, with no much range of motion or fancy moves, and each sword rose and fell as if following the simplest rules, slashing at the enemy after walking the shortest path.

Even the black-clothed boy who was crazy was suppressed and defeated by such a fast sword.

"This ...... Is this really our sect's swordsmanship?" Jing Yangxia's eyes trembled.

"Could it be the second half of the Heavenly Oracle Sword Sutra?" Xue Xunxue asked.

"Impossible! When I was a teenager, I was fortunate enough to see Master cut out the second half of the Sword Sutra with one and a half moves, and that sword was just as fast, but it was not as fast as this one. Jingyang Xia Dao.

"Then what kind of sword is this?!" Xue Xunxue felt that she was also a little crazy.

Xue Lin originally wanted to comfort his sister, but he suddenly looked up, but saw Lu Marrying Mu standing there, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared without a trace.

Lu married with scattered black hair, messy green silk against her cheeks, and on her clear face, her eyes were full of water and tears.

Her lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something, but finally turned into a self-deprecating laugh.

It was like heavy rain between heaven and earth, and the helplessness and despair of that day lingered in my mind again.

It turned out to be you......

I should have thought of it a long time ago......

No...... I'd thought about it early in the morning, but what was I running away from?

Mixed feelings welled up in my heart.

Only then did she realize that she had inherited so many unrequited kindnesses.

It turns out that he is running away from these kindnesses that he can't taste for the rest of his life......

She looked at the back of the white-clothed figure, glad that he didn't look back, and saw her tears of shame.

"This is the Heavenly Oracle Sword Sutra!"

Suddenly, above the four peaks, Jing Yangxia's exclamation sounded irrepressibly.

Everyone heard it.

And Ning Changjiu's rainstorm sword stopped, and the sword shadow in the sky converged into a sword, and the posture of that sword was extremely strange, like a ridiculous circus.