The golden light in the lake faded as the golden crow broke through the water.

Silt rises from the bottom of the lake, and the smell of fish fills the air like a knife.

Ning Chang seemed to come from the abyss, the water on his clothes was dry, the white mist was still lingering in his sleeves, his black hair was scattered, and the shadow of the White Crane True Monarch was reflected in his golden pupils.

The old man with white feathers furrowed and stared at him indifferently.

There was no fear in his heart. He has already figured out the realm of this young man, and the rest is just the other party's dying struggle.

But the moment his golden eyes stared at him, a crane suddenly sounded above the lake in his heart.

The crane cried out for blood, with fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if a mortal had seen a high king.

White Crane Zhenjun's heart froze, and the ancient myth flashed through his heart like electricity, and he blurted out, his voice was shocked: "Three-legged Golden Crow, hasn't the Golden Crow been killed a long time ago, why do you have this ancient divine bird, who are you?!"

Ning didn't answer for a long time, he coughed a few times while holding his chest, let go of his hand, and his palms were bloodshot.

After being beaten to the bottom of the lake earlier, he had to summon the Golden Crow and use the ruined Sun Kingdom as a temporary shelter, and the Golden Crow led him quickly into the extreme depths of the lake, avoiding the round of great sword attacks.

But the innate spirit was relatively fragile after all, and the sword qi that affected the entire Great Lake washed over Jin Wu's back like a hob, and even Ning Changjiu's Heart Lake and Purple Mansion were all damaged, and the internal and external breath was unbalanced and embarrassed.

It's been a long time since I've been hurt this badly......

Ning Changjiu gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power to force down the injury, he looked at the White Crane Zhenjun and said coldly: "Five Dao realms, only these sword qi catties and two?"

Hakutsuru Zhenjun was not provoked, he re-examined the young man standing on the surface of the lake, his eyes were like gold, and found that he still underestimated too much.

He stood in the clouds, his withered beard dancing in the wind, and the true intent of the sword intent that had been dispersed before condensed again, and in an instant, it was a brilliant and majestic atmosphere.

The White Crane True Monarch said calmly, and the sword he tucked in his sleeve was launched again: "It's a blessing to see the Golden Crow, a divine bird, in the twilight of my life, I want to see today, the legendary Golden Crow Divine Sparrow, which lives in the center of the sun and has almost usurped the power of the sun, can emit a few zhang of light!"

The words of the White Crane True Monarch sounded in the air one after another, like phantom sounds.

Ning Changchang's face was as usual, he held the Kunlun sword in his hand, the sword made a long groan in the sheath, and its qi spread out on the surface of the lake, causing ripples in circles.

Rumble!

Ning Chang's seemingly leisurely figure suddenly rose from the ground.

The entire lake is sunken downward.

The White Crane True Monarch had previously slashed out six swords, which had consumed a lot of spiritual power, and at this moment the move was still in the sheath, but Ning Changjiu had already turned into a golden rainbow and pounced.

If the lake is the sky, he is the thunder that splits out of it.

The White Crane True Monarch was not afraid, and immediately pointed out the sword, and with his left hand, he also pushed out the 'Stygian' sword, and the sword qi flowed from the sheath, turning into a white rainbow to intercept and kill Ning Changjiu.

White Rainbow vs. Golden Rainbow.

The two swords collided together, and the electric wires flew down.

Ning held the sword of the Sword Pavilion for a long time, although the sword was not unsheathed, the sword intent was already like a thunderbolt.

The sword rainbow of the White Crane True Monarch was cut off, he frowned slightly, his right hand turned into a palm and pushed forward, and his left hand sent the sword at the same time. The sword was unsheathed one foot further, and the sword qi rushed out fiercely, blocking between the two like water.

Ning Chang bumped into the sword intent of the White Crane True Monarch.

The White Crane True Monarch slapped Ning Changjiu's forehead with one palm, and Ning Changjiu broke through the sword waterfall with a sword and smashed it into his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The figures of the two were staggered, Ning Changchang slapped his forehead impartially, the figure leaned back, and the top of the old man's head was also hit by a sword, and there was a hidden sound of bone cracking.

They pressed their wounds and moved through the air, swordsman.

Hakutsuru Zhenjun once again felt the amount of unlearned knowledge that this young man had.

Ning Changchang pointed at him, and he touched it with his palm, but the palm was like a punctured ball, the flesh and blood were burning, and it quickly dried up—this was an evil technique that absorbed power.

And after the evil magic, he held the sword in his right hand, turned into a palm in his left hand, and blasted out a righteous and bright Daomen handprint, after the handprint, the young man's figure was like a ghost again, constricting his breath, and then the magic technique of changing shapes and shadows, dodging a sword he stabbed to the heart, and then held the sword with his backhand, piercing his throat.

The old man's throat shrugged, sensing the crisis, and the figure was forced to retreat, and at the same time, the dark sword was completely unsheathed, hanging above his head, emitting white light, and smashing towards Ning Changjiu like a meteor.

Ning didn't have time to avoid it for a long time, so he had to resist the Shura Dharma Body.

Burst!

Ning Chang failed to resist this sword.

The white light pierced, and the sword broke through the Shura divine body, and the blood flowers on his shoulders bloomed.

He gritted his teeth, locked the sword so that it could not be entered, and then took the hilt of the sword with his left hand, trying to pull it out.

"With a few drops of your essence blood, you want to forcibly take my Dao Sword?

The sword broke away from Ning Changjiu's shoulder, turned into a flowing shadow and flew back, hanging in front of him.

The tip of the sword hangs low.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to make another sword in one go, directly piercing the other party's heart, but he found that the spiritual power in his qi sea couldn't help but squander it indiscriminately.

The six swords that were slashed at the lake like a wanton ocean were reckless......

The old man stared at him.

The young man did not have the hideous Dharma body behind him, but the electric wire lingering in the white clothes, and the golden light was shining.

Is this the fusion of the physical body and the Dharma body? No wonder they can take my sword......

The old man groaned slightly, and his words were solemn: "When I was young, the first time I learned the sword was by the lake, when the egrets rose frequently, swept away the water, I occasionally got a wisp of sword energy, and then used it as an embryo, polished for a hundred years, and repaired it into a sword array." ”

As he spoke, the sword hanging in front of him suddenly flew out and danced around him, drawing an infinite circle.

These circles are made up of countless sword shadows, which are like snow, layered on top of each other.

He was in the middle, his white robe fluttering, and his body seemed to be swallowed up by clouds, ethereal and floating.

Ning didn't look at him for a long time, he felt the killing intent contained in the sword array, suddenly smiled, and said, "You famous cultivators, you still can't let go of the demeanor of a master in the battle on the line of life and death." ”

The old man looked indifferent.

Standing among the herons, the sound of swords sounded, and the egrets scattered.

The rings of those sword formations kept expanding, and in the blink of an eye, Ning Chang was enveloped in them.

Ning Chang crossed the sword, and the thunderclap under his feet rose again, his figure moved suddenly, and in a blink of an eye, he floated to the top of the old man's head, holding the sword in the air, and slashed out a stunning sword light.

The old man closed his eyes and stood still.

The circle of a sword formation shrank instantly, just in front of Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu slashed into the sword formation, his figure was bounced away, and the rest of the circle came chasing at the same time, Ning Changjiu frowned, his figure jumped in one arc after another, and the terrifying sword qi kept slashing towards the White Crane True Monarch, but no matter how tricky his angle was, those sword qi were blocked by the sword array.

The layers of circles not only defused all his attacks, but also pressed towards his figure one after another, surround him three layers inside and three layers outside.

At this moment, these white sword shadows were no longer herons, but vultures with carrion in sight.

Ning Chang looked at the chaotic circles in front of him.

He did not run away and could not escape.

On Ning Changjiu's body, the golden thread outlined like a Shura totem suddenly brightened several times.

Sword shadows turned into round iron chains and whipped at his body.

On his golden Shura body, the light exploded like fireworks.

The shadow of the sword was like a stream, and the crumbs of the white clothes flew sideways in the sword qi.

Ning Changjiu still didn't retreat, and took a step in the air, holding the sword in his hand instead, blocking the oncoming air flow.

White Crane Zhenjun looked at the young man who was suffering from ten thousand swords, and shook his head slightly: "Your King Kong incorruptible body is indeed an immortal divine skill, which is admirable, if it is in the past, I will definitely spend thousands of swords with you, and restore this divine skill to the core, but ......"

"Noise. Ning Chang said coldly.

Countless sword qi were added to his body like a knife, and Ning Chang's iron-like skin was sliced open, emitting a charred color, and the flesh and blood were blurred in between.

But he seemed to have cut off the pain, and he didn't realize it.

Between the bones, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded, Ning Changjiu's body was burning, he used the white rainbow through the Japanese style as the base, and continuously pinched out the complex sword tricks of Qiu Ziguan and Li He, the three were integrated into the body, he used the body as a sword, and slammed into the heavy sword ring with all his might, stabbing into his lower abdomen, and there was a great tendency to burn jade.

The White Crane True Monarch had a different color on his face.

The heavy sword ring suddenly tightened, protecting him in front of him.

Ning Chang bumped into the sword ring, like an ordinary person hitting a wooden board full of iron nails with his bare arms.

His Shura body was instantly drenched in blood.

The sword ring only rippled in cascades, and there was no sign of collapse.

But for some reason, he obviously had the upper hand, but Baihe Zhenjun suddenly had a warning sign of death.

He didn't understand where the danger came from, but he didn't hesitate, he gave up his huge advantage, and his figure exploded directly, turning into a ball of white feathers.

This is the life-saving skill he performed when facing the order of the priest that day.

Bang.

The place where the White Crane True Monarch disappeared suddenly ignited a golden fire.

A golden crow abruptly stopped there.

The White Crane True Monarch looked at the three-legged divine bird in shock, he didn't know what was hidden in this small golden crow, but his intuition told him that if he didn't leave before, he would be directly devoured by this golden crow!

This strange feeling was filled with great fear.

At this moment, his figure was scattered, hidden in a certain feather, ready to appear again.

Ning Chang didn't succeed in a single blow, but he didn't plan to entangle again, he took advantage of the fact that the body of the White Crane True Monarch had not yet condensed, and fled directly, his figure turned into a line, and dived into the canyon where the snow trails had not disappeared by the lake.

The figure of the White Crane True Monarch recondensed on the surface of the lake.

He looked at Ning Changchang wandering in the direction of escape, his expression gloomy.

He knew that the other party's injuries were far worse than his own, and he couldn't escape too far.

But his already badly damaged Dao Heart didn't have any fighting intent...... He looked at the snowy gorge and even had the idea of retreating.

No, you can't go! Hakutsuru Majun immediately dispelled his negative emotions.

It is precisely because the path has been destroyed that he must kill that young man, the swordsmanship and Taoism performed by that young man are all top-notch, and there are monstrous secrets hidden in his body, and his own trip may be a blessing in disguise!

The White Crane True Monarch had no worries, he carried the sword, leaned forward, turned into a crane shadow, and rushed towards the snow gorge.

......

Ning Chang did not go deep into the canyon.

His upper body was torn, and his pale skin was covered in blood. He leaned against the cold rocks, flesh felt like needles nailed to the bone.

He didn't use the power of time to repair them, and let the pain of his heart tear apart his body.

He hadn't been so badly injured since the battle with the Sinner......

If Xiang'er and the others saw it, they would be very distressed......

The girl's face came to mind, and Ning Chang took advantage of this to calm himself.

Behind the rock wall, the familiar sword intent of the White Crane True Monarch floated in again.

Here it comes.

Ning Chang's heart moved.

The White Crane True Monarch had just crossed the lake and entered the valley when an almost void cold iron appeared in front of his roar and stabbed silently.

The sword did not have a trace of sword light, it was as light as a flowing cloud, as light as a lake wind, and it was as ordinary as a shadow passing through a fish pond.

It took a moment for the White Crane True Monarch to react to this sword, and after this bland and lonely sword, he sensed a decisive and ferocious killing opportunity.

This kind of murderous intent is thick, like blood that cannot be dissolved, even if it is him, once he perceives it, he is shocked into a cold sweat.

He didn't expect that the boy did not flee to the depths of the snow gorge, but waited for him behind the first rock wall...... What arrogance!

The White Crane True Monarch didn't have time to draw his sword, so he had to block it with his finger in his heart.

Poof!

The faint sword pierced his fingers and plunged into his chest.

Blood oozed from between his robes, staining his white feathers red.

This is the mortal sword of the second half of the Heavenly Sect of the Imperial Sword.

It's a pity that Ning Jiujiu doesn't have a good sword that can really be used, otherwise this sword can directly hit Baihe Zhenjun.

Liu Xiwan once said to herself that day that she didn't want to use the assassination sword anymore, and wanted to use the sword in a bright and bright way. So in the command building, she stabbed herself with the sword of the heavenly oracle, and then defeated it neatly......

At that time, he looked at the girl who did not compromise and refused to admit defeat, and did not do much persuasion. But he knew that this was a sword that killed people in adversity, and it could only be hidden in the shadows...... Maybe the oracle is obscure.

The sword failed to kill, but drank blood, and the backlash was not serious.

White Crane Zhenjun snorted, crushed his void sword with one hand, and then slapped his palm, hitting Ning Changjiu's heart.

Ning Chang blocked with the Kunlun sword.

His figure slid backwards rapidly, his feet were still rooted in the earth, and he slid dozens of feet in the snow gorge before he could stop the decline of his figure.

The two are opposite each other.

There are cliffs on both sides of the Snow Gorge, and there is only a line of road in the middle.

"If you can hurt me so far, your sword path is already superb. The White Crane True Monarch temporarily stopped the blood in his chest and said slowly: "But that's all. ”

He stepped out, and his figure turned into a white crane and flew into the gorge.

Ning Chang kept his eyes open.

There is no one in the gorge.

In the next moment, every piece of snow and every stone in the snow gorge was contaminated with a monstrous murderous aura.

Countless crane shadows appeared out of thin air, instantly condensed into a point, and stabbed at Ning Changjiu.

This was the full force of Hakuzuru Shin-kun's blow.

Ning Chang's body bowed, and in his body, the Shura God video was boiling water, and he roared out of his body, waving a fist that was enough to break the ancient dragon's spine, and hit the peak blow of the five great cultivators.

A huge torrent of white light proudly ran through the snowy gorge, drowning everything.

The snow on the gorge fell in large quantities, flooded into the valley, and then suddenly evaporated in the air, turning into a mountain of evaporating white gas, and the smoke covered the four rivers.

In this life-and-death battle, the entire Snow Gorge is like a fairy mountain.

After a long time, the sky-high murderous aura that was as thick as a peak pillar finally dimmed.

Ning Changjiu and Baihe Zhenjun, the strength of the two of them was stretched to the limit and collided again, separated by a hundred feet, and in each other's eyes, they were as small as dust.

The fingers of the White Crane Zhenjun were rotten, the seven orifices were bleeding, the hair was cut to pieces, and the white robe was also bloody.

Ning Chang's miserable situation was even worse, he fell to his knees, the huge Shura Dharma on his body was torn apart, turned into golden crumbs, blown away in the wind, and it was impossible to recover in a short time, and his naked upper body was equally miserable, between countless blurred scars of flesh and blood, blood oozed out, flowing down the lines of muscles, and many puddles of blood accumulated between the broken rocks under him.

The bones in his knees were also torn, and it was difficult to even get up.

The young man's hands were lowered, and the sword of the Sword Pavilion fell beside him. The Kunlun sword was still in its sheath, and it reverberate.

White Crane Zhenjun sighed leisurely: "If you can pull out this sword, maybe I will really become a dead soul under the sword...... Pity. ”

He walked slowly towards the young man, extracting his true qi from the sea of qi that was almost exhausted with every step.

His realm has reached the five realms, he is round and all things, and his self-confidence can be restored much faster than the other party.

Ning Chang knelt on the ground, the golden light in his eyes disappeared, the blood on his body flowed, and he was silent.

Hakutsuru Zhenjun slowly walked in front of him.

The authority 'condenses' and everything freezes.

The silver-haired woman used her authority to crush his own authority, and he remembered it vividly. But this kind of thing is just an exception after all.

"The fairy building is gray, the white crane does not return, the universe is upside down, who changes ......the sun and the moon," the old man groaned in a low voice.

Above the head of Ning Chang, the shadow of a tall tower immortal tower emerges, the building is like a reflection of the glow fire, the golden flame is bright, the corner of the high eaves, the fairy cranes are swirling, endlessly.

The old man threw out the sword in his hand.

The sword followed the ancient building and suppressed it towards Ning Changjiu.

......

Sword Pavilion, Seventy-two Cave Heavens.

Liu Xiwan changed into tight-fitting black clothes, wearing a brand-new sword suit, with a high waist and a high waist, wearing her combed cloud mustache, she looked a little dignified temperament of everyone's ladies.

She seems to be ...... Surrendered to his own gender.

The girl carried the lunch box, crossed the water-colored cave sky and the hanging corridor, and came to the second place in the seventy-two caves of the Sword Pavilion.

The cave is carved between the jadeite, and the beauty of the flowers.

At the end of the road is a claustrophobic immortal mansion.

In front of the Immortal Mansion, there was a stunning woman with heroic eyebrows and dark hair and a shawl.

The woman kneeling on the ground was none other than Liu Junzhuo, the second senior sister who was invincible outside.

Liu Xiwan walked up slowly, knelt beside the second senior sister, she untied the lunch box, laid out the pastries one by one, and said softly: "Senior sister, you can eat something, this time...... It's me who doesn't fight for it, and I'm tired of my senior sister, let's go and plead with my senior sister together, don't kneel. ”

Liu Junzhuo shook his head lightly, his words were soft, and said, "It's not your fault, it's not a big deal that you lose, but I lost the crown and sword...... My sword heart is covered with dust, and the Sword Pavilion also loses face, and it is a big mistake, and it is difficult to recover it. I know that I am wrong, and I must repent sincerely. ”

In Liu Xiwan's early days, she still laughed in her heart that the second senior sister was fiercer than anyone else outside, and she was as good as a little sheep in front of the senior sister, but the senior sister knelt for a month, which made her feel guilty.

The second senior sister has always treated her as her own...... She knows.

"Then I'll kneel with my sister. Liu Xiwan said.

She deliberately changed into the man's outfit, because she thought it would be cute to wear it like this, and maybe the senior sister would soften her heart when she saw it.

Liu Junzhuo said: "What are you making a fuss about, don't you think my sister is angry enough?"

Liu Xiwan lowered her head and said, "Then I can't watch my sister kneel all the time, I'...... I'll go get the Kunlun sword back, he can't pull out that sword anyway, and it's a waste to keep it. Besides, I know Ning for a long time very well, if I ask for it, he will definitely give it. ”

"Ning Changchang?" Liu Junzhuo's expression changed slightly.

"Uh...... This is the name of his usual walking rivers and lakes, and Zhang Jiu is his real name. Liu Xiwan reversed black and white.

Liu Junzhuo nodded, without delving into it, she said: "No need, since the sword has been exported, you have to find a justifiable reason to take it back, otherwise my sister should be angry again." ”

The second senior sister whispered, and between the caves, a woman's cold voice resounded through the cave.

"Isn't it very arrogant outside? The sword and the crown are lost, and you know that you have converged?"

It's the voice of the senior sister, and it's very harsh. Liu Xiwan also knelt down and said in a low voice, "Meet Senior Sister." ”

Senior Sister said coldly: "Senior sister is not sensible, forget it, what are you messing around? After winning the title of seventh in the world, you can consider yourself invincible in the world? Do you know how much hope the master has placed on you to give you the Kunlun Sword?"

Liu Junzhuo lowered his head and didn't dare to respond.

At the beginning, she was taught by the senior sister, just like she did to Liu Xiwan.

"I let you not have to look at the world, because I want you to look higher, not to be contemptuous. Senior Sister's voice softened a lot, she was silent for a while, and said, "Recently, Master has been out of the customs again. ”

Liu Junzhuo's expression was shocked: "What is the master doing when he goes out......?"

Senior Sister nodded and said, "Well, after looking for hundreds of years, I finally have eyebrows." ”

"Then we ......" Liu Junzhuo stopped talking.

The senior sister said slowly: "After more than 100 years of sharpening the sword, it will come out." And you are the second senior sister of the Sword Pavilion, what is the weight of the mission you carry?, so this time I punish you heavily, I hope that you will take it as a warning, and such a mistake must not be made again. If you reoffend......"

Senior Sister said: "If you commit it again, let Liu Xiwan be the second senior sister, and you go to be the fourteenth senior sister!"

"???" Liu Xiwan's body shook, and she immediately knelt straight, thinking to herself what a good thing this is for herself, it is clearly a disaster.

Liu Junzhuo didn't dare to refute, and said obediently: "Junzhuo knows his mistake, and he doesn't dare to do it again." ”

After a long silence, the senior sister spoke: "Okay, don't kneel, come in." My sister will teach you some swordsmanship. ”

Liu Junzhuo was flattered and was about to get up, but she heard the senior sister say, "I'm talking about Xiwan." ”

"......" Liu Junzhuo knelt again.

Liu Xiwan got up silently, glanced at the second senior sister aggrievedly, and then walked into the cave...... Enviable intergenerational parent.

Senior Sister said: "Don't kneel, go back and reflect, when to get the sword back justifiably, and when to come to see me again." ”

Liu Junzhuo took the order and left, breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that the senior sister's anger was almost born.

Justify retrieving the sword......

She had some headaches.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, that sword, that young man can't pull it out, since he can't pull it out, the true meaning of the kendo that he has been cultivating in the scabbard for many years will not be leaked. When the time comes, my sister will forgive me......

Liu Junzhuo sighed, and just as she was thinking, her expression suddenly shocked.

In her heart, there was a sudden throbbing that came from the soul.

The sword was drawn!

It was a momentary thought on her mind.

"No, it's impossible, how can you pull out my sword in the Purple Court Realm?" Liu Junzhuo shook his head lightly, calmed his Dao heart, and walked towards the cave where he was.

......

Hakutsuru Zhenjun saw a miracle again.

When Gu Lou pressed down, the young man who was obviously 'condensed' by himself raised his head as usual.

He couldn't figure out why...... Could it be that he also has abilities similar to that silver-haired woman?

How can it be......

If so, is he holding such great authority into use now?

The thought was only for a moment, and it couldn't change anything, and Gu Lou pressed down.

Ning Chang raised his head again.

The sword that fell in front of his knee was somehow held in his hand.

It was as if he had drained the last of his bones. Rushing forward, jumping, gripping the handle, drawing the sword, all the movements have been simulated countless times in my mind, all in one go.

This unruly sword of the Sword Pavilion was really pulled out by him!

In the scabbard, the sword intent that the second senior sister Liu Junzhuo had suppressed for many years was like a flood beast, roaring loudly, and the immortal tower surrounded by white cranes was instantly cut in two, and the sword intent was unhindered, and it was indomitable, drowning the white crane Zhenjun in an instant.

The White Crane True Monarch did not hesitate, and repeated the trick, exploding his figure and turning into a white feather. But the second senior sister's sword intent was much stronger than him, like a ghost seeking his life, clinging to his true body, leaving no room for him to escape.

The old man's hidden body instantly added more than ten blood holes.

His figure was slowed down.

Ning Changjiu, who was wrapped in the authority of time, had already chased after him, and he held the ancient sword that hissed loudly, and passed over the head of the White Crane True Monarch.

The despair of death came to the old man's mind.

Ning Chang's figure fell, and with his sword qi, he slashed the White Crane True Monarch to the ground. He pressed his knee against the back of his neck, and with both hands he grasped the hilt of his sword, the tip of which hung low, and slammed it down.

"How...... It may be ......" the old man spoke vaguely.

The head of the White Crane True Monarch was pierced by the blade of the sword, and it was torn apart, like a smashed watermelon.

This great monk of the five realms died.

Ning Chang held his sword in both hands, confirming that the White Crane True Monarch was completely dead, and finally relaxed his mind.

"In this world, there is no sword that I can't forge. ”

Ning Changjiu whispered, as if he was answering the dead White Crane True Monarch.

......

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