Ning Changjiu has already left.

Liu Xiwan stood in place, her forehead was messy, and the little bit of her eyebrows was like a peach blossom, with her crimson cheeks, as if she had fallen into the dust.

Liu Xiwan quietly stretched out her hand, wanting to rub her body, but as soon as she touched it, she retracted like an electric shock, her cheeks were even redder, her body was tense, her teeth were grinding hard against her lips, and she almost wanted to bite the blood. She took two steps back, reached out against the wall, and didn't know what she thought, her slender legs trembling and steady.

Ning Changjiu, this wicked man...... I was actually ...... by him

The spiritual power quickly dissipated the pain, but the phantom pain was like an arrow, constantly passing against the heart lake, and the feathers of the arrows vibrated and separated a shadow of shame.

After a long time, she turned around and slowly slid down against the wall. He slowly sat down on the ground, then curled up his legs, wrapped in his cloak, hugged his knees, and curled up in the corner, like a cat sheltering from the cold. looked aggrieved.

She covered her head, only feeling that her brain was messed up...... I was clearly not like this in the past, why couldn't I hold that calm when I saw Ning Changchang?

She looked up at the wind and snow outside the door.

Ning Jiujiu should have already gone upstairs.

How do you choose to stay?

She should have left, but the second senior sister ...... Alas, she suddenly missed the days in Ning Changchang's body, although the days were dangerous at that time, but at least she didn't have to think too much about other messy things, although she was free now, there were always lingering worries and scruples in her heart. For example, she still doesn't know what the Sword Pavilion is accepting her as an apprentice.

"It turns out that this is the natural dependence of weapons on people. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Xiwan thought she had figured it out, and she said in a low voice: "So as long as you break this sense of dependence, will it be good?"

She thought slowly, waiting for the edict from the Heavenly List, waiting for the news of her defeat in the first battle to spread throughout Middle-earth.

......

Ning walked through the suspended golden staircase for a long time and climbed to the top of the heavenly list.

The top of the heavenly list is like a palace carved from crystal, reflecting the glow and covered with snow, like a colorful fairy palace suspended in the sky.

This opulent beauty is out of balance with the style of the entire ancient building, like the top of a bronze crown, inlaid with a gemstone with countless facets.

Ning walked through the snow for a long time, he was not attracted by the sacredness and beauty of the Heavenly List, but couldn't help but think of the last expression of the sword spirit. When he sighed about the unpredictability of fate, he couldn't help but rub his palm.

Ahead, Tianbang opened the door for him.

In the gorgeous palace, the door is not visible to a trace of light, this darkness is different from the underworld, this darkness is more like a liquid, as long as it is touched, it will stick to the soul, and it cannot be washed away.

Ning Chang frowned, he stopped at the door for a moment, and then stepped into the darkness.

The foot stepped on the ground.

As he entered the darkness, there was the sound of the door shutting behind him, and then there was a light in front of him, and the light came from the walls around him, and they looked like candles, but the flames did not flutter, but were more like glowing gems.

The interior of the palace is equally contrasting with the outside.

Ning Chang looked around, it was an old-fashioned room, with a half-new wooden floor on the floor, and square and thick furniture, the furniture was dark and lit by candles placed on it, like a fishpond with a ghostly light. The room was very large, separated by wooden boards, I don't know how much it stretched, and there were curtains hanging between the rooms, the curtains were very old, and the edges were dark yellow. Behind each curtain, there is always the illusion that there are people standing there.

Ning Changjiu looked around, and the tip of his nose was still filled with the smell of wood in the yellow plum sky.

This was not the same as he had originally imagined the spirit of the Bangling.

Ning Changjiu walked in the direction of the candle flame's tilt, and he gently opened the curtain.

Behind the curtain, an old man stared at him with dark green eyes.

Ning Chang was mentally guarded, and he also looked at him and was not surprised.

"Are you Bang Ling?" asked Ning Changchang.

The old man nodded, "Yes." ”

Ning Chang felt slightly strange.

The old man said, "Come with me." ”

Ning Changjiu followed.

The old man had a hunched back, he was clubfooted, and he walked in a strange posture, looking like a bulky old turtle, and staggered to the next room.

Ning Chang could feel his breath.

That kind of aura is inadvertently revealed, and has nothing to do with his old and ugly state. He could feel that if he was an enemy of this old man, even if he had a 10% chance of winning.

It scared him. Maybe it's the same way, Tianbang was able to keep the rules.

In front of a door, the old man stopped and said, "Let's go in." ”

Ning Chang walked forward, and the old man stepped back, and their figures quickly distanced themselves. Ning Chang turned around, and the old man had disappeared in place. He opened the curtain in front of him.

Behind the curtain was an old man, who looked sound and energetic, his hair was not completely white, and the muscles exposed between his clothes were strong and powerful.

Ning Changchang found that this old man was also stronger than himself.

"Who are you?" asked Ning Changjiu.

As soon as the old man spoke, Ning Changjiu realized that he was a stutterer, and he stumbled to reveal his identity and told Ning Changjiu that he was also a leader.

Ning Chang looked at him suspiciously, and didn't ask anything more.

The old man did not like to speak, and led him forward.

Just like before, behind the next door, the old man disappeared silently. Ning Chang lifted the curtain, and there was still an old man behind the curtain, this old man looked ugly, his eyes were gouged out, and there were only two miserable holes.

He also called himself Bangling.

After that, Ning Changjiu saw the old man with half of his ears broken, the old man with a cracked lip, and the old man with mutilated hands and feet...... He was led through doors.

Every old man was crippled, and their mutilation became more and more serious, and in the end, Ning Chang opened the curtain and looked down to see the old man's head.

It was a half-cut man, lying on the ground, walking with his hands propped up, as if the lower half of his body was growing under the floor.

"The previous people were lying to you, and I am the spirit of the list. The old man said, clasping his hands together and walking forward.

Ning Chang endured the cold in his heart and came to the next curtain with him.

Ning Changjiu didn't know what it meant for Bang Ling to arrange so many disabled old people to greet him, but he had a hunch that this was the last curtain.

Ning Chang lifted the curtain.

There was an old man standing behind the curtain, the old man was not blind, dumb or hump, and he didn't even reveal any breath, which gave people a bottomless feeling.

"Are you also a Bang Ling?" Ning Chang asked.

The old man was like an old-fashioned teacher, with one hand clenched in front of his fist and the other behind him, and his speech was smooth: "Well, I am the real leader, and the people before me are lying." ”

"Why are they lying to me?" Ning Chang was not sure who was telling the truth, but it was becoming more and more weird.

The old man sneered, "Because they don't dare to face up to their own unrecognizable faces. ”

Ning Changjiu didn't know what this sentence was metaphorizing.

"Come with me. The old man glanced at him, spoke slowly, and finally began to introduce the heavenly list in a serious manner: "The heavenly list is the condensation of the spiritual energy flying from the sky, which has taken root for five thousand years, and has lived for three thousand years. ”

Ning Chang asked, "Why does Tianbang have such ability?"

The old man said, "In your eyes, what is the Heavenly List?"

Ning Chang had a hard time answering this question.

The Heavenly Bang has the terrifying ability to convey a message to all parts of Middle-earth in a very short period of time, so that the whole world knows about it, and this alone is difficult to explain.

The old man was not stingy, and directly said the answer: "Tianbang is a big tree. ”

"Big tree?" Ning was puzzled for a long time.

The old man nodded, and did not continue, he took Ning Chang to the depths.

Both stopped at the same time.

In front of Ning Changjiu, he simply spread out a piece of paper and a pen.

"Write down what you want to tell the world. The old man said.

Ning Changchang asked, "It's that simple?"

The old man nodded and said, "Well, really grand things are often simple. ”

Ning Chang didn't want to fight with him, so he picked up the pen and began to write.

This is an order issued by the Ancient Spirit Sect, and the order is issued by all the sects in the world that hold the authority of the Netherworld. He blatantly wrote the news of the impending revival of the Immortal Monarch, exaggerated it and then intimidated it, and then made a promise with countless secret mental methods that the Ancient Spirit Sect did not pass on, and set the time limit at three months, if the authority was not returned within three months, the Immortal Monarch would forcibly seize the power of the people, and bear the consequences.

His signature was the deputy sect master of the Gu Ling Sect, Zhang Jiu.

He drew up the order and handed it to the old man.

The old man didn't take a second look, but just took the order and put it together.

Soon, this order would come out along with the news that he had defeated Xiao Qiu and the fourteen disciples of the Sword Pavilion in a row.

Ning Changjiu didn't expect those sects that were far away from the emperor to listen to orders, he just wanted to save most of the time, even if there were still sporadic sects that were lucky in the end, he would have enough time to come to the sect in person.

"Okay, the order of the guest list has been drafted, please go back. The old man said.

Ning Chang glanced at the old man deeply.

He turned slowly, and walked back the way he had come, and this time, there was no one behind the curtain. The old man was very 'attentive' and always followed him.

"What you see and hear in the heavenly list cannot be said. This is also one of the rules of the heavenly list, no matter who comes, they must abide by the rules, otherwise they will definitely break into a catastrophe. The old man warned.

Ning Chang nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Will you receive every visitor like this?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Not really, every guest, we receive it differently. ”

Ning Changchang asked, "What is the basis for the reception?"

The old man said, "I have no comment. ”

Ning Chang walked to the door.

After the old man saw off the guest, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Are you the spirit of the Heavenly Leader?" Ning Changjiu confirmed again.

The old man seemed a little impatient: "Yes." ”

When he spoke, he consciously or unintentionally revealed a terrifying aura, this aura was like a sharp line, separated between them, as if Ning Chang wanted to open his mouth again, and this line would cut him in two.

The old man faced him, ghostly retreating, his face solemn and old-fashioned, and there was not a trace of human anger or spiritual spirituality.

He slipped backwards and slowly slipped into the darkness.

The moment he entered the darkness, I don't know if it was an illusion, Ning Chang watched his body be dismembered by the darkness in an instant, his limbs, facial features, viscera, and hundreds of remains, he was like a collapsed mountain of meat, sinking into the dark abyss like a thousand cuts.

"I'm unrecognizable. ”

This sentence was like a mantra, echoing in Ning Chang's mind.

The lights went out one by one.

The light slowly dimmed, and silence returned.

Ning Chang's hand pressed the door, he hesitated for a while, still unable to hold back the throbbing in his heart, turned around, and said seriously to the darkness:

"I've seen your sister. ”

......

......

There were hundreds of people standing on the snow street, and the pedants, who had not liked to join in the excitement for a long time, also set up their windows, and looked into the distance of the golden high-rise buildings hidden by the sky, and they looked at the downward stairs, expecting someone to appear.

The second senior sister in the black and white sword suit was on the top of the high-rise building second only to the heavenly list in the wind and snow, with her hands behind her back, and her sword on her back overlooked, with an outstanding demeanor.

She has been at the pinnacle of the so-called kendo for many years, and she is confident that her sword intent will not lose to anyone else in Middle-earth except for her master and senior sister.

The four disciples at the front of the Sword Pavilion, any one of them who is out of the Pavilion can be called invincible in the world.

She has such self-confidence and conceit.

Although the fourteenth junior sister has won the favor and true inheritance of the Sword Master, in general, she still accepts apprentices on her behalf. Since he is invincible, his disciples should also be invincible.

But upstairs there was no result.

She didn't want to wait any longer. As an immortal master of the Sword Pavilion, even if he comes to the world, he should be a lonely man stepping on the snow, and he will be shocked. But now, she has stayed here for too long, and too many eyes have fallen on her.

And she always felt that there was also disrespect in these seemingly awe-inspiring eyes-someone was expecting a miracle to happen and wanted to see the Sword Pavilion make a fool of themselves.

"Hmph, I haven't won for so long, it's in vain that I'm so good to you on weekdays!" The second senior sister was very annoyed, and whispered to herself: "No matter whether you win or lose, I will never spare you." ”

After speaking angrily, the figure of the second senior sister flashed and disappeared on the top of the tall building.

No one could see how she had disappeared.

The next moment, in a certain unmanned room in the teahouse, the figure of a woman appeared, she was sitting among the camellias, her eyes were cold, and she was already thinking about how to teach the little junior sister a lesson later.

She poured her own tea and became more and more irritable.

And on the street, Xiao Qiu always stood in the snow, the wind and snow were piled on his shoulders, and his already not light injuries were even more serious.

Among the rest, many of them began to shake the myth of the Sword Pavilion.

Xiao Qiu stood from day to night.

Passers-by gradually dispersed.

It never came out.

"What the hell is the little junior sister doing in there? Could it be that she wants to spend the night in it? Hmph, I used to shout all day long that I don't want to be a woman, but now I can't move my legs when I see a wild man? ”

The second senior sister also lost her patience. She couldn't help but want to go straight to the sword list, she was confident, this mere heavenly list couldn't stop the sword in her arms at all.

But the rules of the Heavenly List are small, but the rules of the Sword Pavilion are big. She didn't want to be punished by her senior sister for impulsiveness.

The second senior sister sighed.

She walked downstairs and returned to the casino in an instant, and before everyone could react, she untied her hair crown and bet on the table.

This scene was much more shocking.

"Mr. Two......"

Many people can't stand it anymore, if Mr. Fourteen loses, who would dare to take the sword and crown of the Sword Pavilion? This is tantamount to slapping the Sword Pavilion in the face, and although the Sword Pavilion has been hidden for a long time, as long as the older ones are a little older, they all know the past when the Sword Saint killed through Middle-earth and fought so that no one dared to use the name of the Sword Saint again.

The second senior sister said: "If I win, I can take back the sword crown, and I don't need to give me any more worldly things." ”

Someone cautiously asked, "What if your senior sister loses?"

The second senior sister turned her head with a sharp expression, and the person who asked the question looked at the second senior sister, almost wanting to split his heart. The second senior sister said coldly: "The little junior sister has no possibility of losing. The Sword of the Sword Pavilion is indomitable, and the longer the battle drags on, the greater the likelihood of victory. ”

These words instilled confidence in many people who had bet on Mr. Fourteen, but were now in a state of trepidation...... Yes, the myth of the Sword Pavilion has not been broken for a hundred years, how can it be broken by a young man with an unknown reputation? Maybe it was Mr. Fourteen who accidentally hit the other party with a heavy hand and beat the other party to the brink of death, because he was afraid of breaking the rules of the Heavenly List, so he was trying to heal and prevent that person from dying.

They thought they had come up with a reasonable explanation, ashamed of their previous suspicions about the Sword Pavilion.

Xiao Qiu stood in the corner, put his cold hand into the hot water basin, he raised his head, looked at this woman with outstanding demeanor, who had only heard of it in the past, and still couldn't help asking: "What if Mr. Fourteen really loses?" The sword and crown of the Sword Pavilion are too hot, don't say it's me, looking at the entire Middle Earth, I'm afraid no one will dare to take it." ”

These words also speak the hearts of many people.

The second senior sister said coldly: "Whoever dares to take it will take it, if you don't have the guts, I will take it back by myself." ”

There was anger in her words, and the anger of the Sword Pavilion made everyone silent.

Xiao Qiu didn't dare to ask anything more.

He lowered his head and soaked his hands, thinking to himself who would dare to take it...... He immediately thought of the young man named Zhang Jiu again.

Vaguely, he sensed that something big was about to happen.

His heart raced, and he slowly raised his head, looking around the room with a restless heart, and the emotions of the crowd were overturned in his eyes, like a colorful picture, full of whispers and depression. He was awake again, and while the rest of the people were still discussing the victory, he had seen the hidden corner of the waves behind him.

He took a deep breath and lowered his head, hiding his emotions.

He didn't know where his feelings came from, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that maybe it was just confidence in that teenager—almost pathological confidence.

Xiao Qiu's heart was also roasting on the fire, and he hoped that Zhang Jiu could win, and at that time, if he failed, he would not be too much of a teacher to be held accountable.

He also waited for the results.

The second senior sister walked out of the door in silence and looked at the wind and snow.

......

Liu Xiwan wrapped her cloak and hid in the command building, looking out through the edge of the door.

She was also anxiously waiting.

She was especially afraid that the senior sister outside the door would suddenly poke her head out, look at her demonically like a demon, and ask whether she won or lost.

After all, in the entire Sword Pavilion, the senior sister is in retreat, and the second senior sister is lawless. As the saying goes, if my sister wants you to die in the third watch, how can she keep you until the fifth watch?

This...... Three more seems to be soon.

Liu Xiwan held her face with her hands, looked downstairs and then upstairs.

Why don't you come down for a long time?

What the hell is he doing on it? Why does it take so long to write a list...... It can't be that there are some peerless beauties on it, right?

Other than that, Liu Xiwan couldn't think of anything else that could make him stay.

But she didn't want to go, although she lost, she still wanted to ask him a few more swords, she wanted to know the real gap between them, so that she could win it back later.

Finally, the sound of snow at the top of the staircase sounded.

Liu Xiwan's expression was shocked, she wrapped her cloak, raised her head, and saw Ning Changjiu walking down the stairs.

He didn't say a word, and his expression was a little strange.

Liu Xiwan frowned and asked, "What are you doing?" Why did it take so long to want to come. ”

Ning didn't know what he had experienced for a long time, and his face turned pale in the cold wind.

He walked into the command building, glanced at the sword spirit sitting on the ground, and closed the door with his hand.

"Liu, Liu Xitian. Ning Chang called her name.

"It's Liu Xiwan......" Liu Xiwan got up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Changjiu said softly: "Help me." ”

Liu Xiwan frowned, thinking that she was a sword spirit and a beautiful girl, would the spirit of the list be as good as herself...... Ning Changjiu shouldn't have been hollowed out by that Bang Ling, right?

Liu Xiwan stretched out her hand to help him, but she felt that his hand was cold, hmm...... Is this a void?

The sword spirit looked at him strangely, but still took off his cloak and draped it on Ning Changjiu's body instead.

Ning Chang subconsciously wrapped his cloak tightly and leaned against her.

Liu Xiwan said in a low voice: "What are you going to do!

Ning Chang said: "I'm a little tired, don't leave tonight, take care of me for a while." ”

"You...... Is this really Cheng Ning's illness?" Liu Xiwan was very surprised.

Ning Chang sighed, unable to explain too much, he said, "Anyway, I will pay you." ”

Liu Xiwan snorted coldly: "I don't know you yet, you poor ghost, what kind of reward can you pay to impress me! My senior sister is still waiting for me...... She should be angry now, and I have to go back. ”

Ning Chang said: "I'll teach you how to defeat me." ”

"Hmmm......"

He said it very sincerely, and Liu Xiwan also admitted that she was indeed a little moved.

She was still hesitating, but she saw that Ning Jiujiu had passed out in her arms.

At the same time, Tianbang's edict was finally delivered.

......

The second senior sister walked from the snow to the teahouse, and then from the teahouse to the roof.

She had no crown, her hair was loose, and she looked messy.

This is something she has never had since she achieved her kendo mastery.

"Wan'er, you don't know what kind of opponent you will face in the future, or in the future of the Sword Pavilion. In this kind of place, how can you reach the top of the kendo and become the agent of heaven's will in the future?"

She jumped downstairs.

The casino was noisy and brightly lit.

Seeing the second senior sister coming in, many people immediately shut up, not daring to disturb her peace.

After the second senior sister lost her hands, it seemed that another thousand years had passed, and she was not worried about the victory or defeat of the little junior sister.

The second senior sister was about to go upstairs when she suddenly stopped.

She looked out the door.

All the spirit boards lit up.

Not only that, but the spirit lists scattered all over Middle-earth also lit up soon after.

This is a sign of the edict issued by the Heavenly List.

Is the result finally out?

"I think that the little junior sister will openly issue an edict and apologize for me for her victory at this moment. "The second senior sister is still proud.

Although the process was painful, she was not worried about the outcome.

Everyone listened intently.

The edict was heard, and the chanting sounded outside the house.

After the first sentence, the second senior sister, who had a calm expression, immediately changed her face.

"The Ancient Spirit Sect has the genus of the Netherworld that orders the world: everyone ...... from now on"

The opening words are very short, but they are like thunderbolts exploding in people's hearts, and the entire casino has also exploded.

Even if Xiao Qiu had expected it, when the result really came, he was stunned for a long time.

The second senior sister stood in the middle of the room.

The crown and sword were placed on a table beside them, glowing in the lamplight.

She felt like she had been slapped in the face, and it hurt hotly.

Tianbang was still reciting, but the figure of the second senior sister had disappeared.

She first appeared on the snow street, and then appeared under the heavenly list, she directly pointed to the sword to break the ban of the heavenly list, and the sword ascended the building.

......

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