At the side of the wine platform, behind the dilapidated pavilion, the ice edges hanging in the corners of the eaves that were dripping with water instantly shattered and cut into countless pieces, turning into crystals that refracted the sunlight and scattered in the air, walking with the sword qi, swept into a cold and manic storm.

In the sword intent of the immortal crane, the sword qi was like a fierce beast out of the cage, with a decisive killing intent, and pounced on Ning Changjiu's back with the momentum of turning over the river and the sea.

Ning Changjiu moved the moment he felt the killing intent.

He wanted to rely on the water and moon in the mirror to exchange between reality and reality, but under the suppression of the opponent's powerful Dao realm, whether it was ice and snow or the lake, it was covered by the sword qi, and he couldn't reflect the slightest shadow.

Ning Chang's figure leaned forward, his back almost sliding against the tip of the sword, and at the same time he turned back, raised his arm sleeves, and swiped his fingers.

So when Bai He's sword aura was approaching, countless sword lights suddenly erupted on Ning Chang's clothes.

Just like when he was fighting against Liu Xiwan in the command building, the Daomen Law Seal, the Divine Secret Technique, the Sword Sect's peerless learning, and the thousands of Spirit Dao Sword Techniques gathered in the sea of consciousness and soared into the sky, and with his simple finger, they bloomed yellow and purple in front of him, like the peaks burning in the sunset in autumn.

Although Ning Changjiu's sword is a late striker, his momentum is not lost at all.

The two collided in an instant.

Roar!

The light that exploded at the touch of a button was like a violent wind, and countless snow-white confetti raged in all directions.

This dilapidated pavilion that had stood for an unknown number of years had not collapsed, and all the delicate wooden structures were instantly crushed and destroyed by spiritual power, and swept around with a storm like white waves.

At the same time, the frozen lake exploded, and the thick ice layer was like a snow cow arching its back, pushing it high, breaking open countless cracks, and a large amount of lake water gushed out from between the cracks, surging in waves, and shaking into the sky like a fountain.

The wilderness encounter began without warning, and the explosion was triggered by a sudden explosion that destroyed everything around it.

Ning Changjiu's void sword was also shattered by the flow of spiritual power, after all, he had no good sword that could be driven by his identity, worthy of his identity, and what the other party held was the 'underworld' sword of the Xuan Ming Sect, which was far higher than him in terms of grade and his own spiritual power.

Therefore, in this powerful sword battle, even if Ning Changjiu tried his best, he still had the feeling of hitting a stone with an egg.

After the collision ended, the powerful killing intent of the White Crane True Monarch was not neutralized, and he was seen standing on the surface of the cold and rippling lake, holding the sword in his hand like a heavy snow, holding the handle with his fingers, and indifferently pushing forward.

He didn't give Ning Chang any respite, and the turbulent sword intent turbulence pressed down like an angry dragon again.

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips, and the huge spiritual load forced the green tendons on his forehead to explode, and he jumped suddenly.

The sword of the White Crane True Monarch was instantly pushed in front of him.

Ning Chang took a deep breath and took a step forward suddenly, not retreating but advancing, he didn't have time to simulate sword moves, and only blasted away with a simple punch. On the tip of the fist, the spiritual power shook out layer by layer, slightly weakening the momentum of the White Crane True Monarch's sword.

He took advantage of this moment to untie the sword from his waist with his left hand, and grasped the scabbard like a dagger.

The tip of Hakuzuru Mako's sword collided with the scabbard.

Ning Chang retracted his fist, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt with the other, using it as a shield to block the opponent's attack.

The sword in his hand is the sword of the Sword Pavilion, and the sword of the second senior sister is baptized by sword intent, buzzing in the sheath, like a high cicada hissing in the withered willow autumn wind.

The sword seemed to ignite a fighting spirit.

The long-lost face of the White Crane True Monarch stared at Ning Changjiu silently through the sword qi and the water shadow. Zhenjun was already much thinner than a few months ago, and the original appearance of the fairy wind dao bones was already white hair and dead, eyebrows and eyes turned to ashes, and his body was even thinner into skin and bones, as if a snow-white Dao robe was wrapped tightly in dry bones.

And all of this is thanks to the three people who suddenly broke into the sect.

After he escaped by luck that day, he didn't dare to return to the mountain, and his Dao realm was damaged and his path was destroyed.

He knew that his life was about to end like this...... How could he be reconciled from the apex to the bottom? He was determined to take revenge. Although his own cultivation is broken, he has entered the Five Dao Realm after all, even if he can't kill the silver-haired female demon, it should be more than enough to kill another pair of Dao couples.

He paid attention to this young man when he entered the heavenly list. He waited outside for months, planted sentinels along the various paths, and then chose this place as the place to intercept and kill.

He waited too long, so he was prepared to kill with one hit!

But the sword in the opponent's hand has become a variable.

"This is the Sword Pavilion Sword?" Although the White Crane True Monarch's Dao Heart was almost turned to ashes, he still couldn't help but throb when he saw this quaint Sword Pavilion long sword.

On weekdays, he would never have made a move on someone holding the sword of the Sword Pavilion, but at this moment, he did not hesitate to die.

The main sword pressed against Ning Chang's scabbard, entangled with it. The White Crane Zhenjun flipped his backhand, and condensed a few grains of sword qi in an understated manner like picking stars, and the sword qi rose and fell with the sweep of his hand, and then popped out one by one between his fingers, soaring in the air, like a ball-shaped thunder, following different trajectories, smashing towards Ning Changjiu one after another.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, holding the scabbard with his sword, the palm holding the sword was burned red by the overflowing sword qi, and the green tendons on his wrist burst out like a dragon snake writhing in a low voice.

When the sword qi smashed down like thunder, Ning Chang burst into a loud shout, and the Shura Divine Technique at the bottom of the pressure box had to be cast in advance, and ten thousand golden lights stretched behind him, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds, and the huge Shura Dharma Body rose up hideously, roaring like a hero, waving his fists, and smashing into the sky with great force, scattering the heavenly thunder.

The White Crane True Monarch, who had never taken the initiative to get closer with his figure, looked at the huge golden law body, and his old eyes turned into a line.

It was this sorcery—something he feared.

The White Crane True Monarch knew that this was the 'turtle shell' of the young man in white, and the head of this old turtle was difficult for ordinary people to draw out, so he could only kill it by removing his armor and peeling off the shell.

The White Crane True Monarch's fingers flicked, the Dao recipe changed, and the figure pressed at the same time.

Under the stone foundation of the remnant pavilion, his clothes fluttered on the surface of the water, and between the sweeps of his figure, a huge force pulled the lake up and pressed overwhelmingly towards Ning Chang's place.

I'd rather not be able to breathe for a long time.

In the command building, he can be said to be full of style when he is against those who come to challenge. No matter which sect it is, no matter how famous it is outside, what kind of fairy monk it is, there is not much difference in front of him.

But the Five Dao Realms and the Purple Court are separated by a chasm.

This is the realm that has been polished by decades and hundreds of years.

Cultivators are only a few years or a hundred years old......

The surging lake brought by the White Crane True Monarch is his half-life blood and tears.

Ning Chang raised his head, his brows furrowed. The spiritual power of the White Crane True Monarch was like a bone nail chiseled down, surrounding his body, locking all the qi that he escaped.

Ning had no way to retreat for a long time, he abandoned all thoughts of retreating, opened his sword eyes, and stared at the pressing tide.

In the wall of flowing water, the shadow of the crane flew out.

Shura clenched his fists and swung them at the swirling trajectory of the flying crane.

The giant wave collided with Ning Jiujiu.

The wall of the lake collided with Ning Jiu's golden body, and the golden light seeped into the water, and the lake instantly condensed into thousands of water droplets, colliding with each other, and the splash exploded instantly.

In the loud rumbling sound, Ning Chang's muffled snort was swallowed up.

He opened his sword eyes and looked for the attack point of the white crane real person to draw out the sword, but this half of the lake was still a giant palm of tens of millions, with unimaginable power, smashing his body into the bottom of the lake in an instant!

Ning Chang's figure fell.

The water of the lake unloaded a lot of the force that pressed down on his chest.

Soon, his back touched the reef. The slippery moss on the reef was crushed and flew upward, rushing to the iron-blue water with countless dead fish.

He unfolded like a net, capturing the trajectory of killing intent.

Without waiting for him to take any breath, in the water, countless snow-white crane shadows rushed towards him like swimming fish.

He still had no time to breathe, his figure sank, clinging to the bottom of the lake full of mud snails, and fled quickly, while at the same time at the source of the power of countless crane shadows, looking for the true location of the white crane.

Bai He Zhenren is not as good as fighting with Si Ming a few months ago, his realm is suppressed, and he is bound everywhere, although his realm is broken at this moment, it is enough to steadily suppress Ning for a long time, enough for him to use what he has learned all his life to show his strength.

The movement of the crane shadow flapping its wings was as slow as a butterfly, but the speed was as fast as a shadow, and it chased Ning Chang in an instant, and one by one it clinged to his white clothes, like flowers growing between the plackets.

The white flowers turned into blood flowers.

Wisps of blood bloomed in the dark waters, and then were instantly dispersed by the turbulence.

The golden body of Shura is a dual power between spirit and substance, it envelops the half of Ning Chang's body, ignoring the resistance of the water, still keeps punching, and digs many huge holes at the bottom of the lake, but the flying cranes are like countless mosquitoes and flies, and after they are scattered, they gather again, and there is an endless stream.

Ning didn't look back for a long time, he walked through the bottom of the lake, and the sword of the Sword Pavilion in his hand buzzed, as if he was mocking his master's cowardice.

Unmoved, his figure fluttered across the bottom of the lake, and where he passed, reefs exploded, and shattered shells rushed down the water to the glowing surface.

Ning Changjiu's figure swept upwards and drilled out of the lake, and the layers of crane shadows were still endless, chasing after him.

And on the lake, the crane-haired old man didn't know when he had come here, he had already expected everything, standing in the position where Ning Chang broke out of the water, with a cold smile on his face.

The sword intent contained in his bosom was unsheathed a few inches at the same time.

This was a sword that caught him off guard, and the sword qi instantly illuminated Ning Chang's eyebrows, silently, as fast as thunder and lightning, stabbing towards the young man's throat without hindrance.

Ning Changjiu also seemed to have expected his arrival, and when this sword stabbed him, the sword of the Sword Pavilion in his hand was also unsheathed, and the surging sword intent was vented, and the momentum was not lost at all.

Shake!

It was Ning Changjiu's sword intent that overwhelmed the White Crane True Monarch.

The sword intent of the White Crane True Monarch disintegrated, and his body was broken by Ning Changjiu's waist.

A paper crane falls to the ground.

Not flesh and blood!

Ning Changjiu's heart skipped a beat.

He raised his head suddenly, and in the sky, a crane floated down, and its figure seemed to be very slow, but it passed through many spaces and instantly pressed to the top of his head.

Ning didn't guard against it for a long time, because his intuition told him that this was also fake.

He looked to his feet.

At his feet, the white cranes that had been chasing after him before condensed into one and flew out of the water, like a white crane empty.

Crane Shadow kills.

Ning Chang closed his eyes.

The occult of the water and moon in the mirror was activated, and he reversed positions with the reflection in the lake, and between the transformation of the virtual and the real, the white crane Zhenjun flew into the air, and the sky overlapped with the shadow in the water, turning into a real crane.

Ning Chang didn't have any pranayama, and when the crane condensed, he had already handed out the first counterattack sword.

The shadow of the void sword smashed through the water, and with the sword roar of a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar, it pressed towards the location of the White Crane True Monarch.

The white crane Zhenjun flutters its wings and drops its feathers.

The feather turned into a shield and dissolved the sword qi that came from the attack one by one.

And Ning Changjiu, who was carrying the body of Shura, also slaughtered out of the water after a sword, like a huge whale, opening his fangs and biting towards the White Crane True Monarch.

"Do you still have any energy left?" White Crane Zhenjun frowned slightly, he realized that he still underestimated his opponent.

He knew that the other party was extremely extraordinary, and that kind of extraordinaryness was not the extraordinary, but the truly unique extraordinary.

He had been cultivating in Xuanming Mountain for many years, and had seen countless amazing and brilliant disciples, but he had never seen such outstanding talent and calm eyes. Even if the two of them are separated by a large realm, this feeling still makes Baihe Zhenjun afraid.

Although his realm is lower than his own, the eyes that look at him are always condescending.

This kind of gaze will only come from the years......

Unless the other party has reached a higher realm than himself, how can this be? Is it a rejuvenation or reincarnation of immortal arts?

Hakutsuru Zhenjun flashed strange thoughts. But life and death cannot be distracted from the enemy.

Shura's body had already pressed down, and he looked at the golden behemoth and pushed his sword out of its sheath again.

Since the assassination, in the contest between the two, Hakutsuru Zhenjun has produced many swords, but except for the first sword, he has never completely drawn his sword out of the sheath.

He's always gathering momentum.

He wants to stay until his spirit and spirit are at their peak, and then directly use the thunder sword that divides the clouds and waves to wipe out all the vitality of the other party.

Ning Changchang is also aware of his methods, and he also has to suppress the other party's methods.

Bang!

Shura's giant fist came up under the cover of his flying sword, and directly slammed into the hilt of the opponent's sword, pressing the sword back into the sheath.

The white feather cloud that surrounded Ning Chang's side was scattered with a punch.

The figure of the White Crane True Monarch is re-revealed.

He looked at Ning Changjiu, sighed, and said leisurely: "My whole life has been ruined by you." ”

Ning Changjiu's sword and Shura's fist won again, his face was cold, and his words were hoarse: "It was our negligence that we failed to kill you directly last time." ”

"Alas......" Baihe Zhenjun sighed again, he fell his sword like rain, shrouding the lake where Ning Changjiu was, and said: "We could have talked about it, but who knew that you couldn't help but say that you directly entered the cave mansion, and even killed the Horned Deer Zhenjun...... Whether your ambition is to ask the truth or to chase the deer in Middle-earth, this kind of behavior and style will only make countless enemies. ”

While Ning Changjiu was resisting the other party's attack, looking for loopholes in his moves, he ignored the words of the White Crane True Monarch, but said expressionlessly: "The higher the realm, the more I feel that the whole world should pity your lives. Any major event, I should have asked you what it meant, and the immortal world would have to be turned over in the palm of your hand...... You cultivators of the Immortal Sect are just living too smoothly!"

On that day, the Dian Huan Sect blocked the way by killing the immortal tower, so that they had to fall into the situation of the sea country, they were still almost killed, and under the aftermath, the ordinary people who were killed and injured did not know how many ......

Ning Changdao's heart was full of anger, and Shura's giant fist kept swinging towards the sky, the momentum was inexhaustible, and there were countless thunder sounds.

The White Crane True Monarch dropped his sword in the clouds, and each sword intent slashed out an almost perfect arc, approaching as fast as lightning, slashing his figure into a mess and fleeing.

On the large lake behind him, the water curtain sounded endlessly, like a torrential rain against the current.

Gold and white figures intertwined in it, and the sky was darkened.

Although Ning Changjiu's sea of qi was profound, it couldn't withstand his punches and swords like this.

The overflowing spiritual power evaporated around him, turning into a large amount of white gas.

Ning Changjiu's sword eyes were firmly fixed on the location of the White Crane True Monarch, and the sword trick was pinched in his sleeve, and thousands of sword shadows gathered at his fingertips, making an angry dragon rushing into the sky.

White Crane Zhenjun sneered, his figure changed in the air, sometimes turning into a sword and sometimes a human, using layers of moves to digest the blow that Ning had been planning for a long time.

"Well, it doesn't seem to kill you. The figure of the White Crane True Monarch circled leisurely and flew into the water: "It's time for you, the hairy boy, to take a look at what the Five Dao Realm is and what is the ladder to heaven between the Purple Court and the Five Dao." ”

As he spoke, he stared at each other and snuffed out all the flames of thought.

In Ning Changjiu's heart, a huge warning sign loomed, and a layer of goosebumps instantly aroused on him.

He stabilized his swaying mind and looked at the White Crane True Monarch in the air.

Around the White Crane True Monarch, the light seemed to stop flowing.

With the crane in the center, an illusory world is built around it, and it is like a god or totem in a world.

Beneath the white crane, countless feather blade storms swept up.

The authority cultivated by the White Crane True Monarch is similar to freezing.

At the same time, he also spied on some of the power of the sky.

It was the masterless power of the candle dragon after his death.

The two broken powers converged in the air, and the feathered blades erupted with a faint glimmer of light that was so beautiful that at first glance it was reminiscent of death and heaven.

Ning Chang looked around.

The other party's domain is far greater than what you can do.

There was still no way back for him.

Ning Chang raised his head, and in his eyes, the light froze into a dot.

He lifted his voluminous sleeves.

The two sleeves were like clouds rising from both sides of the body.

There's everything in every cloud.

He once again moved out of what he had learned all his life, and all the knowledge and Taoism were turned into real and concrete images, one by one in the sky above him, like countless mirages hanging high above the top.

Hakutsuru Zhenjun looked at the young man standing on the surface of the lake and shook his head slightly.

"The Battle of the Trapped Beasts. ”

He said, then stretched out two fingers and unsheathed his sword.

The sword was unsheathed and submerged between the white feathers.

This sword is like a mold, and the white jade in the sky is like silver water.

Silver water poured into the mold and turned into a sword.

The real figure of the white crane hangs in the air, like the sun in the sky.

A terrifying sword intent that almost covered half of the Great Lake fell into the air and smashed down towards Ning Changjiu's location.

At the same time, the White Crane True Monarch in the clouds continued to flick his fingers lightly, like a judge sitting on a high seat, in charge of life and death.

Several streams of pure sword intent smashed down, exploding on his arms and shoulders one by one, shattering his clothes and blood wantonly.

The sword qi in the center had pressed on the top of Ning Changjiu's head, tearing away those figurative meanings like a devastating deterioration, and then like a giant palm pressing his head, it slowly pressed him towards the bottom of the lake.

Bang bang bang. Several explosions in a row shook the surface of the lake.

The shape of the entire surface of the water resembles the concave surface of a bowl.

Ning Chang stood in the center, overflowing water flowing like a dragon.

The last earth-shattering thud slammed into the air.

It's all blown up.

Ning Changchang's figure completely blew up to the bottom.

The surface of the water rejoined the middle, engulfing his figure at a rapid pace, as if covering the coffin of a dead man.

The figure of the White Crane True Monarch fell.

He stood on the surface of the lake, dissipating the sword qi that had lingered in his fingertips.

The white crane turned into an old man again, and the old man's old age became more obvious, with gray hair and countless wrinkles, so old that he didn't dare to look at his reflection in the water.

He also exerted far more effort than he budgeted.

It's just that...... Even if he kills this young man, his path has been ruined, where will he go from here?

The old man sighed, his heart was like stagnant water, he just wanted to find a secluded place, and waited indifferently for death.

At this moment, a point of light appeared on his consciousness again.

Ripples rippled on the water.

Baihe Zhenjun was not shocked, but just sighed and sneered: "Not dead yet, life is really hard, it doesn't matter, I'll give you a few more swords!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up with the cruelty of torture.

The old man pushed out his palm, and the sword came out with his palm. Swords with different meanings condensed in the air and fell towards the ripples.

......

......

"Sister......

The clouds and seas of the three thousand worlds were rushing endlessly, and in the wonderful pavilion hanging in the middle, Shi Yu stood beside Zhao Xiang'er, and called out to her sister softly, and then stared at the phantom water curtain in front of her, and couldn't help frowning.

Zhao Xiang'er sat in front of Yunxia Ningzuo's case, in front of her exquisite cheeks, a water curtain slowly unfolded, during which Ning Changjiu and a white crane were fighting.

Zhao Xiang'er watched quietly, her face expressionless, only her thin eyelashes trembled slightly.

Shi Yu looked at her sister's curvy silhouette, and her eyes stayed on her porcelain-white cheeks.

In the picture, Ning Changjiu's momentum was exhausted, and he was smashed into the deep pit at the bottom of the lake by the White Crane True Monarch's sword, and his breath was about to be extinguished, and the White Crane True Monarch was still not at ease, so he condensed several swords and slashed them one by one where Ning Changjiu was.

She looked at the unstoppable edge of the sword, her heart froze, and after empathy, she felt that if the person who was the enemy of this white crane was herself, then she would have died a long time ago.

Though...... Master Pony is stronger than he was at the beginning, but the ceiling of the Purple Court Realm is only that high, so if it goes on like this...... Death is assured.

"Sister Xiang'er, my mother asked you to stay here, even if something big happens, you must not leave without permission. I know that although my sister usually doesn't say it, she loves him, and I am also heartbroken when I see this picture, but my sister must not break the rules, otherwise when the time comes, he will definitely die, and my sister will also ......" Shi Yu gritted his teeth, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "I am willing to accompany my sister, but I don't want to work with that snow kite for a thousand years." ”

Zhao Xiang'er calmly looked at the shadow on the water curtain and did not answer. The nine feathers stopped on the side of the water curtain and turned their heads to look together.

Shi Yu said anxiously: "Sister, have you listened to me!"

She always felt that with the character of Sister Xiang'er, she would pull out her sword at any time, rely on the origin of the three thousand worlds, use the world as the ladder, and go to rescue her husband with a sword.

How can I stop it when the time comes?

In the picture in the water curtain, the sword of the White Crane True Monarch has fallen.

Sword after sword, almost without interval.

The surface of the water exploded into huge waves, countless waves.

Zhao Xiang'er finally spoke softly, muttering to herself, her voice indifferent: "This sword is cut for marriage, this sword is cut for Xiaoling, this sword is cut for me, and this sword is for ...... Si Ming chopped, this sword, huh...... Let's count Liu Xiwan, as for this sword, it was cut on behalf of all the female disciples who were defeated by him!"

"???" Shi Yu listened to Sister Xiang'er's words, shocked and speechless, thinking that I thought you were caring about your husband, but I never thought that you were settling accounts in a pen, is this a model fairy couple in Nanzhou?

After the sword fell in the water curtain, Zhao Xiang'er's expression eased a lot, and the jade hand caressed his chest, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Yu asked cautiously, "Sister is really not worried about him at all?"

Zhao Xiang'er said coldly: "What are you worried about, you can't die." Hmph, this wild crane has come at the right time, if it doesn't come to eliminate the harm for the people, I can't help but go to the lower realm to beat him! ”

"The pain of flesh and skin?" Shi Yu was slightly startled, thinking that Master Pony was obviously in danger.

She was thinking about it, and in the water curtain, the snow lake tore a hole again.

There was no sun in the gray sky, but a golden sun rose in the lake, dyeing the whole lake with a scorching color.

Beneath the surface, a golden crow flew out.

Among the crows, the tattered figure in white appeared out of thin air, and the blood on his body was washed away by the lake, glowing with a miserable white color.

He is like a son of God who comes out of the sun, and he is like a water ghost who never gets rid of his soul. He slowly straightened up and looked up at the White Crane True Monarch, his pupils like the scorching sun wrapped in pure glass.