The sound of killing shook the sky.

This is a road paved with a sea of corpses and blood, it is like a blood-red carpet, from this long street, little by little to the entire imperial city. Not even a never-ending fire can burn it out.

Ning Changjiu was still dressed in white and had black hair, but his body had turned into gold, and that gold was like a newly cast ancient bell in the temple.

He rushed into the ancient beasts to fight with his horned sword, and in the flying flesh and blood, he had turned into a bloody Shura, and all the blood splashed in the sky was ruthlessly torn by him with his sword, and then set off a larger blood curtain in the continuous slashing.

Ning Changchang didn't use any sword moves at the moment, just a simple slash and slash, his figure obviously didn't look burly, but when he rushed into the crowd, he looked like a giant bear with strong muscles.

Endless killing is like a nightmare that comes, Ning Chang holds the blade of the sword, killing from the street to the end of the street, and from the end of the street to the street, the horns in his hand don't know how many are broken, but the war ancient beasts are endless, and his weapons are also endless, in the original war, human beings used the bones and teeth of these ancient beasts to polish into sharp swords.

Ning Jiujiu was already red-eyed, he was like an invincible god, no matter how violent and huge the ancient beast was, he could easily tear open the other party's flesh and smash its heart.

Those flying fire phoenixes and divine sparrows are also like moths fighting fire, and they have all become the souls of the blood sacrifice under the sword.

He kept killing, his eyes were red, he was completely forgetful, his hands and feet gradually became numb, his pupils became colder and colder, and the pungent smell of blood was also accustomed to it, and Shura's will was like a cruel slave owner, constantly squeezing power from his body.

Bang!

At a certain moment, Ning Changjiu punched a fist on a swooping firesparrow. The fire sparrow suddenly turned into Zhao Xiang'er's phantom, Ning Chang's heart was shocked, but it was too late to close the fist, and the fist wind alone tore the fire finch to pieces.

He wasn't sure if this scene was an illusion, but it injected a touch of clarity into his sea of consciousness that was occupied by killing.

His figure slowly stopped.

Only then did Ning Changjiu realize that the corpses piled up under his feet were already as tall as a building, and in the bloody and fleshy wreckage, thick blood mixed with internal organs flowed out, fusing into a disgusting color. However, those ancient beast gods and sparrows seemed to be inexhaustible, they were born from the flames, and after death, they turned into burning flames again.

Ning Chang raised his head and found something even more terrifying—it wasn't himself who was killing here, and those ancient beasts were also killing each other.

They tore at each other's necks, their claws tearing flesh open and piercing hearts, and then they were beaten to pieces by the more powerful beasts that surged from behind.

Ning Changchang's eyes widened, and his Dao heart wavered.

He understood that although the body of Shura gave him strength, it was also like a plague, infecting all living beings with a hideous killing intent...... This is the real feast of killing, this is the essence of Shura's evil.

Just now, Zhao Xiang'er projected the divine sparrow, realizing that something was wrong and wanted to remind herself.

Ning Changchang's heart was cold, slightly afraid, he understood, no matter how long he killed, it would be useless to kill the corpse mountain and the sea of blood and bleed, this is not the path of enlightenment recognized by this world, it is like greed and hatred, it is a crime, not a means of ascension, if he has been killing like this before, he will definitely kill until he loses his strength, and then he will also become a prey and be killed by other ancient beasts.

Shura itself is a double-edged sword!

Killing will not end purgatory, but will make it a bloodier burial ground.

Ning calmed down for a long time.

As his Dao heart calmed down, the earth-shattering sound of killing gradually fell silent.

This world is not only Zhao Xianger's world, but also a projection of his soul.

The golden flames on his body gradually subsided, and he leaned down, knowing that there were only two ways to leave this world, either to find the gap in the world or to defeat the master of the world.

But in the vastness of the eyes, the temple in the sky is gone, where is Zhao Xiang'er at this moment?

The blood of the long street burned into flames,

There were still high-headed horses dragging golden chariots running, but Ning Changjiu chose to take the initiative to avoid the battle, because he found that the more he killed, the more the flames of this world burned, if he continued, he didn't even need Zhao Xiang'er to make a move, he would be dragged down by himself first.

He wants to find Zhao Xiang'er!

But the imperial city is so big, where is she hiding?

Ning Chang believed that if this world was the same as the outside world, then the location of the main hall should also be unchangeable.

Ning Chang summoned the golden crow, and the golden crow at this moment was several laps larger than at the beginning, enough to fly with him.

While blocking the birds and sparrows that pecked, he let Jin Wu fly back to the place where Zhao Xiang'er had originally disappeared, and he opened his sword eyes to investigate, but he couldn't find anything.

"Could it be that she guessed that I could think of this, so what was left at the beginning was just an illusory projection, and the real main hall was hidden somewhere else?" Ning Chang pondered for a moment, and he began to think about where he would build the main hall if he was Zhao Xiang'er.

He was the first to come to the former site of the palace. At the end of the golden steps, the throne has been completely repaired, and it is very gorgeous.

Ning sat on the throne for a long time, casually folded off a few blades that poked out of the void, looked forward, and found nothing.

After that, he went from the well to the underground palace. I went from the underground palace to Jiulingtai again.

He looked back and forth on the Jiuling Platform, but still didn't find any clues.

But he wasn't disappointed.

He looked somewhere and smiled.

"I'm watching the sunset at Your Highness, why do you bother me?"

Ning Changjiu murmured softly and said with a faint smile: "I'm here to disturb Your Highness." ”

He walked into the imperial city, and outside the former site of the Qianyu Palace, he saw the tall banyan tree.

The edges of the banyan leaves are also burning.

He walked a few times and climbed the tree clumsily like a child.

He sat on a sturdy tree trunk and looked forward, just like a girl in a black dress.

At that time, she went up the mountains and down the river all day long, and she was still a raunchy wild girl, and she wore a black dress not because the black dress was white, but because the black was dirty.

He looked in the direction of the western kingdom.

In the firelight, an illusory hall was magnificently suspended.

"Found you. Ning Chang breathed a sigh of relief.

The temple also lowered its stairs to him.

On the stairs, a girl in palace clothes walked down slowly, her face was exquisite, but wooden like a doll, her body was a graceful and noble dress, wrapped her body slender and tall, she gracefully walked in front of Ning Chang, and smiled: "Your Highness wants to see you." ”

She is an envoy of the Temple.

Needless to say, Ning Changjiu would also take the initiative to step into the temple.

The girl slowly stretched out her hand behind her back, pulled out a blade like water, handed it to Ning Changjiu with both hands, and said with a smile: "This is a knife, an imitation of the blood knife god of the Netherworld Ancient God Kingdom thousands of years ago, and the son has been bloody all the way, so he should be worthy of this blade." ”

"Shen Tu ......" Ning Changjiu gently read its name, and took over the blade with a surface like water, this is an extremely beautiful knife, its handle is pitch black, the system is exquisite, the lines of the blade are smooth, and when the spiritual power is poured into it, the whole knife is like a burning fire, turning into blood red.

This is the legendary fallen god of the primeval realm, the sword of the Immortal King.

Ning Chang held the god in his hand and stepped on the stairs, and every step he stepped on would turn into a pale skull and fall.

He came to the temple.

The main hall was open, and countless women who resembled the waiters were dressed in elegant and classical palace clothes, holding unsheathed blades standing on the side, their faces were all beautiful, but the beauty was too old-fashioned, like lifeless puppets.

And the most beautiful girl in the hall was sitting at the end of the room, looking at herself with a smile, her eyes bent like a crescent moon hanging on a frosty sky.

She was still wearing the pure white cotton skirt, but her delicate face was painted with light makeup.

"It's not stupid to be here. Zhao Xiang'er said with a smile.

Listening to her slightly mocking words, Ning Changjiu felt a lot more relieved, he saluted with a god in his hand, and said, "Thank you Your Highness for your advice." ”

If she hadn't stopped him, he would probably have been eroded by Shura's murderous thoughts.

Zhao Xiang'er said: "You really have a lot of means hidden in your body, what is that golden body, why can't the laws of the world suppress it?"

Ning didn't hide it for a long time: "Shura." ”

"Shura?" Zhao Xiang'er chewed on the meaning of the word, and she said, "It doesn't sound like a good exercise...... But without it, you wouldn't have seen me. ”

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly, if he hadn't broken through the Shura body of the law, he would have been dragged down in the non-stop battle, and then lost.

That's the terrible thing about the authority of the "world", which can pull you into a restricted realm and then drag you down with a bombardment.

This is still just a broken "world", and how powerful should the gods in the Suzaku Divine Kingdom be who have the authority of the true world?

Ning Chang walked to the center of the main hall with his god in his hand, and said, "Please give advice to Your Highness girl, huh...... After the fight, whether you win or lose, remember to invite me to dinner. ”

Zhao Xiang'er smiled indifferently: "I'll start lightly." ”

Ning Changchang smiled: "If you start hard, you can only feed me spoonful by spoon." ”

As he spoke, the maid in the palace costume who had guided him before closed the door.

All the flickering candles in the temple fell silent.

Zhao Xiang'er got up slowly, and when she got up, she pulled out a long knife from the side of the handrail, the knife was also very beautiful, its narrow blade showed a faint cyan, like a glass polished mirror, reflecting the quiet color of the pool.

The aura poured into the sword, and the cyan sword body instantly turned into a snow-white color.

The main hall suddenly went dark, as if an invisible breeze blew, and the candles in the hall were instantly extinguished.

Zhao Xiang'er raised from the end of the temple, and after running silently, he picked up his knife and jumped down, and the snow-white sword light pierced the night, so beautiful that it was like a girl's eyebrows.

The god in Ning Changjiu's hand also ignited with rainbow light, and he held his sword in front of him, and at the same time ran wildly, swiping his sword.

In the dark hall, the light was extinguished, and the light of the cangluan and the gods formed a red and white cross.

The crash of the sword sounded quickly.

The ensuing sword light was as fast as lightning, shattering the previous cross light.

The furious blades of iron slammed and bounced, bursting with light and flame in full bloom in the night.

Ning Changjiu's Shura body was covered on his body again, competing with Zhao Xiang'er's divine body.

In Linhe City, they have practiced against each other for a month, although many times it is only a unilateral beating of Ning Chang, but they are also aware of each other's moves, at this moment their swords are bright and gorgeous, but it seems to be a tacit reproduction of the years of Linhe City, all the moves are just right at the right time to hit, disassemble, the chaotic knife light turned into countless broken light rain, such as fireworks in the temple.

They grew faster and faster, and their sword moves seemed to turn into a furious roar that tore the darkness apart.

The rain of light filled the entire hall, and their knives were too fast for the naked eye to catch, and only the light and shadow of the blades could be seen.

Bite!

The tip of the knife touches the tip of the knife and bounces off each other.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er landed again.

The red light of the gods is like blood, and the canopy is white like clothes.

In this round of swords, they were on par.

Ning Changjiu breathed a sigh of relief, his worries were unnecessary, he could really compete with her with the body of Shura, it was worthy of the master's own handwriting, and sure enough......

His thoughts froze.

The maids standing on the side of the temple rekindled the candles.

The firelight illuminated the basilica.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at him with a smile.

Ning Changchang suddenly found that what she was wearing at the moment was not a white dress, but a precious dance dress, the upper body of the dance skirt was a white dress embroidered with fine gold, and under the tie of the waist, it was a red, camellia-like skirt, the skirt was layered, each stack was soft and interlaced, and it was extremely prosperous, and her already beautiful figure was lined with more elegance.

This is when Zhao greets the monarchs of other countries, the best dancing girl welcomes the guests and wears a gorgeous skirt 'Thousand Pleated Incense'.

When she was fighting with herself at high speed, she also changed into a complex and gorgeous dress in her spare time!

Judgment from above.

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, looked at her appearance in a gorgeous dress, and said softly: "It's so beautiful." ”

Zhao Xiang'er softly drooped between his sleeves, and his slightly drooping wrist held Cangluan, this famous sword was obviously just an imitation, but it was still unrealistically beautiful, as if it was a slender and easily broken bamboo leaf of camellia lace.

"You're already good, much better than I thought three years ago. Zhao Xiang'er looked at him and smiled approvingly: "It's a pity that this is my country, here, you can't defeat me at all." ”

As she spoke, she jumped up slightly, and then her body miraculously hovered in the air, like a cloud, unable to fall.

Ning Chang looked at her soft and curly gorgeous skirt and asked, "Is this the power of the law?"

Zhao Xiang'er nodded slightly, the sword in her hand was still cyan, indicating that she had not used any spiritual power at the moment.

She said, "I can ignore all the extra powers, and of course I can be strong without restraints, that's what cultivators usually say...... Comfortable. ”

She swung the blade in her hand at will, and the blade rotated a thousand times in a single breath, almost becoming a streamer.

"Are you scared Xiao Ning Gongzi?" Zhao Xiang'er smiled: "If you are afraid, surrender, I can spare you from some flesh and skin suffering." ”

Ning Changchang asked, "If I admit defeat, will you choose to withdraw from the marriage?"

Zhao Xiang'er restrained her smile, landed lightly, and said slightly apologetically: "Yes." ”

Ning was silent for a long time.

Zhao Xiang'er explained: "I will return to the West in seven days, and that is where I will go, so instead of leaving a thought, it is better to break it clean." Well...... The marriage certificate is only sixteen years, and it should have been broken three years ago, you know. ”

"I know. Ning was silent for a long time and said, "I actually have places where I have to go. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyebrows slightly.

Ning Chang said: "Maybe one day, I have to go back to see my master, and if I come back at that time, I don't know what year and month it should be." ”

Zhao Xiang'er smiled faintly: "Isn't this just right?"

"You have your way to go, I have my way to follow. Zhao Xiang'er slowly came back to her senses, her beautiful dress flowed across the watery ground, she came to the side of the case, and took Cangluan's scabbard, "I have already told Lu to marry you, I am a fellow traveler with you, not a fellow traveler." ”

"Then if it weren't for these, would we get married?" Ning Changjiu asked this question, and then shook his head slightly, he didn't have these troubles in his previous life, didn't he miss it?

Zhao Xiang'er's hand to put away the sword stopped slightly, she thought seriously for a while, and half-jokingly: "If that's the case, it's okay to let you join the Zhao Kingdom as my queen, but you have to be ready to fall out of favor at all times." ”

Ning Changjiu also laughed, he looked at Zhao Xiang'er's incomprehensible and beautiful back, the temple seemed to be a huge museum, and its magnificence was only to cherish this ancient flower.

"Wait!" Ning Changjiu said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhao Xiang'er turned around, half of her sword already in its sheath.

Ning Changchang said: "Miss Zhao, what's in a hurry? I haven't conceded defeat yet. ”

Zhao Xiang'er sighed slightly, but her eyebrows were smiling: "When I was beaten before, I begged for mercy very quickly, why are you so stubborn now?"

Ning Chang held the god in his hand and said, "This time and that time." ”

Zhao Xiang'er pulled out the half of the blade and said, "If you still have the means, just use it." ”

Ning Chang asked, "Can you give me some time?"

Zhao Xiang'er nodded lightly, but didn't care.

Ning Changjiu exhaled deeply, he picked up the peerless blade in his hand, and gently slashed his palm, blood oozed out and hit the blade. Blood melted into the blade.

He imitated the ancient method and wanted to use his essence and blood to dissolve with the knife to achieve the unity of the human sword.

Zhao Xiang'er shook her head slightly.

Although this method is somewhat useful, it is a drop in the bucket, not to mention, even if it reaches the point where people and knives are one, it will never be her opponent at this moment.

For she is the master of this world, and in her temple she is invincible.

It is better to hold your breath for a long time and concentrate on it, and breathe and breathe.

The bloody light of the blade was a little thicker.

He held the knife in his right hand and pressed his brow with his left.

"Heavenly oracle. ”

"It's too empty. ”

"North Underworld. ”

"Dao Sword Three Styles. ”

“......”

He usurped the essence of all the swordsmanship he had learned from his sea of consciousness and quenched them one by one on the blade, and the essence of these swordsmanship or swordsmanship was like a gem fused into an iron tool, and each time it fell, the blood of the blade became richer.

Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly.

Ning Chang's knife has not yet come out, but the knife qi has already come to her face, and the thousand folds of incense in her famous skirt are dancing in the knife qi.

"Shura ......" Ning Chang exhaled a turbid breath, and in his body, the golden threads lit up again, and every bloodline was like a dormant golden dragon, and they were beating vigorously, as if they were about to explode at any time.

Zhao Xiang'er touched the ground lightly on her toes.

Ning looked at her for a long time.

She bowed her head.

Ning Chang held the knife and retreated in one step. The sword was not easy for him, so he imagined it as a sword, a peerless sword that once dwelt in the depths of the Netherworld. He made a gesture of drawing his sword.

The silence was only a brief moment.

The next moment, all the candles were extinguished again, and a knife light slashed out, but without any color and edge, this knife was like the last snow on the treetops, and it was also like a crane that was about to die after ten years of isolation, it was so lonely and thin, and the plane of the arc spread out was like a thin piece of paper, waiting for someone to leave a trace.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at this knife, and her eyes could not hide her amazement and admiration.

The artistic conception of this knife was so beautiful, it reminded her of the memories of watching the sunset from a distance on the banyan tree, and also remembered the appearance of him when he held himself in the middle of the city.

Outside the world, she couldn't take the knife.

But praise also turned into regret.

It's her world.

The knife was indescribably fast, but it was still normal in her eyes at the moment.

The sky is like snow, sweeping across.

The lonely knife intent was cut into the pain point and cut off in an instant, so loneliness became loneliness.

The candlelight was lit again.

Ning Chang stood with the knife in his hand, his face pale, and his body was shaky.

"Are you alright?" asked Zhao Xiang'er.

Ning Chang snorted.

Zhao Xiang'er was annoyed: "What are you stubborn?"

"Then what are you asking......" Ning Chang wanted to shoot back.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell.

Zhao Xiang'er sighed, appeared in front of him, and supported him, she looked at his pale face with a complicated expression.

Ning Jiujiu grabbed her arm and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Don't force it. Zhao Xiang'er sighed and said, "You've done well enough, I'...... Very satisfied. ”

Ning Changjiu shook his head slightly, his long hair falling apart.

Zhao Xiang'er still wanted to comfort, but the next moment, a golden light lit up in front of her eyes.

Another sneak attack?

What a shameless villain!

Zhao Xiang'er was even more annoyed, thinking that it was really good for you. Although she was annoyed, she was not afraid at all, and here, Ning Chang had no chance of defeating her.

But soon, her expression changed.

Ning Changjiu grabbed her hand and tugged it violently, and she fell into a golden light.

When the golden light dissipated, everything around him changed.

"Welcome to ...... Ten Xiangguo. Ning Chang rubbed his temples, struggled to get up, and smiled at Zhao Xiang'er.

This is the world of Kim Uri.

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(Thank you again to the alliance leader of Zhu Xiaosan ZXS for his big reward~)

(Good night to book buddies.) ）