Like a group of buildings in a mountain city, the towers exuded a golden glow, and the white-clothed young man climbed the stairs and walked down the winding stairs to the highest part of the heavenly list.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, and there were many introductions between the words.

A young boy with a young face holding a pocket attic in his hands looked at the young man in white and shook his head slightly.

"Senior brother, can you see his depth?" asked a small and delicate little girl beside the little boy.

The little boy said, "I saw his eyebrows, so I shook my head." ”

The little girl asked, "This boy's eyebrows ...... What's wrong? He's got a pretty good eyebrow. ”

"Superficial. The little boy said coldly: "There is frost and snow between his eyebrows." When the sword came, he couldn't even do a good job of protecting his aura, so how could he be the opponent of Young Master Xiao Qiu. ”

Only then did the little girl notice that between his eyebrows and hair, there were faint particles of frost and snow ice crystals, which were slowly melting, wetting his eyebrows and eyes, so that his face, which was pale and slightly dry by the cold wind, looked a little moist, like a mist between the beautiful waters and green mountains, and a sense of half-concealment and confusion.

"It's still Senior Brother who observes carefully. The little girl said, "It's just ...... He dared to come, he must have relied on it, right?"

The little boy said: "There are not many people who come to kick the list, but most of them are just people who sell their reputations, but if they want to make a name for themselves by taking advantage of the heavenly list and the characters in the list, such people may have some ability, but if they want to win...... Oh, it's just wishful thinking. ”

"That's right. The little girl nodded.

But this boy looks pretty good. It's a pity that he will be beaten later, and he will be beaten to the point that his nose and face are swollen, and at worst he will be beaten to the point that his body is crippled.

Xiao Qiu was defeated by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and after several months of accumulation, the gun intent was already unstoppable. In the past two months, there have been many people on the list, and those who sell their reputation in the mouth of the senior brother have also chosen to avoid it.

The young man in white walked past the building without looking at them more.

The little girl snorted coldly and muttered, "What are you pretending to be, walking so slowly, because you are afraid that others will not be able to remember your face......?" Do you really think you're a master?"

The little boy said: "Don't look at it, there is a change in the Tianxing List...... The gods whispered again, so hurry up and interpret it. You'll see a lot of these challengers in the future, so don't take it personally. ”

The little girl snorted and began to transcribe the words that had evolved from the immortal list in their building.

......

After a month of wind and snow, Ning Chang was a little tired after all.

He was dressed in plain clothes, carrying an ordinary sword on his back, and did not go to the round of the audience, but walked in tune with his breathing, and slowly climbed to the heavens.

The tall buildings of the heavenly list are covered with snow.

The snow was flat and clean, leaving no footprints.

"What's your name?" Xiao Qiu looked at the visitor.

The boy was walking too slowly, and he was already a little impatient.

Ning Chang said: "My name is Zhang Jiu, and I am from the Ancient Spirit Sect. ”

"Zhang Jiu?"

As one of the eight great divine sects of Middle Earth, Xiao Qiu certainly has an understanding, but in the Gu Ling Sect, among his peers, the strongest seems to have only entered the sixth floor, and if it is a younger generation, it is said that only a man named Ming Lang and a girl named Ning Xiaoling have entered the Purple Court.

ZHANG Jiu...... Never heard of it.

Xiao Qiu said: "I heard that the Gu Ling Sect has encountered a big change. ”

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Xiao Qiu looked at his somewhat moist eyebrows and hair, smiled, and said simply: "Mourning." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun standing in the snow, and turned and walked towards the house.

......

The rules of the heavenly list are very simple, the winner of the competition on this floor can enter the top floor to see the spirit of the list, the spirit of the list will give a long scroll, and the winner only needs to put the text book he wants to announce to the world on it.

Therefore, the list seeker does not need to be distracted, and it is good to win.

This young man in white came to ask for the list, although it caused a lot of sensation in the building, but most of the people were still busy with their own things, and only a few bored people set their eyes on the tall building, looking forward to the young man with a clear appearance and an underbeaten face being thrown out by the fists and kicks.

Ning Chang walked into the house.

Xiao Qiu held the gun and turned his back to him.

It was a very strange gun, the body of the gun was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the shadows of Xiao Qiu and Ning Changchang, it looked so fragile, but it seemed to be able to hold infinite space.

"It's still too late for you to leave now, and my gun won't be merciful later because of the tragedy of your sect. Xiao Qiu said.

"Not necessarily. Ning Chang said.

Xiao Qiu turned around, looked at him, and said, "I heard that the new sect master of the Ancient Spirit Sect is a woman?"

Ning Chang nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Xiao Qiu said: "Your sect master ordered you to come?"

Ning thought for a long time and said, "Yes." ”

Xiao Qiu laughed: "I think your sect master is a peerless beauty, otherwise how could you be willing to risk the destruction of the Great Dao to come here...... It's just that for a woman who is desperate, it won't end up very well. ”

Ning listened to Xiao Qiu's words for a long time. If he hadn't said it, Ning Changjiu would have even forgotten that Si Ming was still the sect master of the Ancient Spirit Sect......

And Lu is the suzerain of the Sword Heavenly Sect.

Hundreds of years ago, the suzerains of these two sects were still married......

Ning Chang thought of this inexplicably, and then gritted his teeth, thinking about what might happen in his absence, and couldn't help but gasp...... If you marry a kind and innocent woman and meet such a treacherous and cunning bad woman, you must live a miserable life every day...... I knew that I would still take the marriage with me.

Ning Chang felt a little guilty.

Xiao Qiu looked at his slightly struggling eyes, thinking that he had poked the other party's sore spot, and he smiled faintly: "If you want to leave, I won't force you to stay." ”

It's just that after he leaves, the Gu Ling Sect, which now has an empty shelf, will be completely discredited.

Ning Changchang shook his head and said, "Don't go." ”

As he spoke, he slowly drew out his sword and said, "The sect master said that my swordsmanship is good, and my marksmanship can still be seen, so you can try it." ”

Xiao Qiu said: "Your sect master wants you to die. ”

He said no more, he held the gun and twisted his wrist.

The tip of the spear was pointed downward, slowly sweeping the ground, sweeping a gentle arc.

Ning Chang stared at the trajectory of the flow of the tip of the spear, and suddenly asked, "How many swords did the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion use to defeat you?"

Xiao Qiu's expression was sharp.

That battle was his glory, after all, for hundreds of years, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion had never been defeated by anyone in the same realm. But this was also his sore spot, because three months ago, the myth of the undefeated disciples of the Sword Pavilion was shattered. It is said that at the banquet of the Sea Kingdom, a woman in white who was overwhelmed by the country and the city defeated the seven disciples of the Sword Pavilion with a single sword, and the seven disciples asked her name, but did not receive any response. The matter caused a lot of uproar.

What you didn't do was done by someone else, and it hurt no matter what.

This young man named Zhang Jiu is obviously deliberately revealing his scars.

"Do you want to disturb my Dao heart with such indiscriminate words?" Xiao Qiu shook his head lightly, sighing with hidden anger.

Ning Chang said: "I just want to ask." ”

Xiao Qiu took a deep breath, and he didn't know that the shadow of that battle appeared in his mind for tens of thousands of words, and he said calmly: "Five swords." ”

Ning Chang nodded and did not speak again.

Xiao Qiu looked at his face and was ready to abolish him.

He held the barrel of the gun, his arms outstretched, one end of the gun against his back, the other pointed diagonally to the ground, and the muscles under his clothes stretched like water. The light in the room was like a mirror of the gun body, and it became dim, and all the brightness was gathered on the gun body, and at a glance, Xiao Qiu's hand seemed to hold a beam of light.

Ning didn't look at his gun for a long time, and he seriously drew the sword in his sheath.

Xiao Qiu looked at his sword and shook his head again.

He could see at a glance that this was not a really good sword, but just the level of the inner disciple of the sect.

"Your new sect master is really a femme fatale. Xiao Qiu said.

Ning Changjiu didn't refute it, and said, "That's true. ”

Xiao Qiu frowned, thinking that he was very strange.

The words are strange, and the swordsmanship is even stranger.

This kind of weirdness is like an empty city plan in the art of war - his movements are very simple and full of flaws, like a disciple who has just learned the sword.

Xiao Qiu had never met such a person, so he felt a little weird. But when he thought about it, his feeling of not knowing where to start might just be because the other party had too many flaws and didn't know which one to break.

He was very unhappy when he saw the other party's delicate and cold face, so he no longer endured it.

Suddenly, Xiao Qiu's body bent down. That bending is like pressing down a spring with your fingers, with a latent force that is ready to erupt. His toes moved slightly on the floor, his footsteps instantly steady, he stared at the other party's location, his tense body pressed to the extreme, and exploded in an instant.

The sound of two steps was so fast that there was almost no gap, and in the next moment, Xiao Qiu had already jumped up violently, and his figure was like a goshawk in the air. He raised the transparent mirrored spear and slashed it at where Ning Changjiu was.

It was a very devastating form of slashing.

Ning Chang stood not far from the door.

Behind him, a strong wind suddenly rose, and snowflakes swept in and blew past the side of his face.

The gentle snowflakes blowing in the wind and the fierce spears in the face form a contradictory beauty.

Ning stared at the gun for a long time.

The spear slashed like thunder and lightning.

Steel Symphony.

Xiao Qiu's expression was slightly different. He had thought that this young man would perform some strange step evasion, but he never thought that he would directly take it with the thin blade.

Ning Changjiu caught the first shot, the blade of the sword collided with the body of the gun, his body shook slightly, and the body of the gun was also bounced away.

Xiao Qiu's face did not change color, he shook his hand with the gun, and slashed down again at Ning Changjiu's place.

Ning Chang stood in place, his wrist turning, and the blade of his sword pierced into the incoming momentum of the spear, like a butterfly flying into a storm. The sword hit the head of the spear with almost miraculous accuracy, and in the metal sparks that were stirred, the spear was once again smashed away by Ning Chang's sword.

Xiao Qiu's figure was in the air, and he never landed. After the two shots were blocked, Xiao Qiu took advantage of the situation, held the guns with both hands, and picked up a huge semi-circular arc in the air, heading towards the top of Ning Changjiu's head without any fancy and slashing down with great force.

Ning Chang raised his sword and blocked the air.

The body of the spear collided with the blade of the sword, and a snow-white sword fire exploded, instantly illuminating Ning Changjiu's pupils white. His body was smashed upside down by the shot, and he was about to break through the door.

But in that bright white light, Xiao Qiu clearly saw that his eyes were surprisingly calm.

Bang!

Xiao Qiu's figure fell to the ground, his clothes bulged high, and the thunder and lightning flowed like a dragon, and the abundant power exploded on him with the intent of destruction. He held the spear in both hands, and shook it violently, and the mirrored gun body was filled with countless afterimages, and those mirrored gun shadows were obviously illusory, but they reflected each other, layer upon layer, instantly filling the entire room, turning into a high wall like a huge wave.

This was the last shot he had when he faced the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

At the beginning, Zhan Si found the real one among his countless gun shadows, a simple sword, with the shadows of the guns in the sky, and destroyed it together.

But there is only one of the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion in the world.

The gun was pressed down like a tidal wave.

The only thing he didn't understand was why the boy was still indifferent.

Ning Chang raised his sword. He was very impressed by this sword - Qiu Ziguan's Ascension Sword.

Although Qiu Ziguan's ending is not good, his smile is proud of the world, there is no real dragon and fire phoenix, and only the majestic aura of the Ascension Avenue is worthy of the word Sword Saint of that era.

Ning Chang held the sword.

The golden crow is attached to the sword, the power of Shura is attached to the sword, and countless kendo perceptions are also attached to the sword, they are like fire and thunder, and they are also like candles lit in an instant.

Ning looked at the sword for a long time, but he was still not satisfied. He shook his wrist.

Rumble!

Everything on the blade flickered by, turning into darkness, without casting any metallic sheen.

This is the Nether Sword.

But Ning Changjiu was still not satisfied, his wrist shook again, and the sword was changed to a blood-red color, with the killing intention of cutting through the sea of people into a mountain of corpses. Flicking his wrist again, the sword was replaced by a fluttering crane, a white rainbow, and on the tip of the sword, the figures of women in snow clothes swayed, drew their swords and moved, and danced in the wind.

This is the swordsmanship that Ning Chang realized when he watched the women's dance at the Hai State Banquet, but he never performed it, because Lu Married was afraid that he would beat him if he saw it.

All of this happened in a moment.

Xiao Qiu captured this moment, and he was shocked in his heart, thinking to himself, what kind of strange trick are you? Where is the sword, it is obvious that you are performing Peking Opera for yourself.

The sky is full of guns.

Ning Changjiu raised his head at the same time and handed out a sword.

......

The air inside the room seemed to be drained in an instant, and the snowflakes outside squeezed in and filled the room.

Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared into the snowflakes in the sky.

This is the magic performed by the White Crane True Monarch at the beginning.

When the shadow of guns fills every corner of the house, where can Ning Chang hide?

After Xiao Qiu's gun fell to the ground, he immediately put away his gun and looked back. The snow fell like the crumbs of a silver sword, parting in front of the eyebrows, like staggered currents after encountering a reef.

Suddenly, a snowflake slowly fell and stopped in front of his eyes.

"Rampant. Xiao Qiu let out a low snort, he didn't hesitate, and stabbed at the snowflake.

The rest of the afterimage pressed on at the same time.

But the remnants did not heed his guidance.

Suddenly, he noticed that every shot was covered with snow. These snowflakes are like winter cicadas flapping their wings, and they are attached to their guns, so that they cannot move.

The snowflakes that fell in front of them magnified in the field of vision, and suddenly exploded in the depths of the pupils.

In the dusty silver dust, Ning Chang's sword that cleared the clouds and waves had been slashed like lightning.

This sword contained several completely different auras, and Xiao Qiu felt that what he was looking at was not a person, but seven disciples from different sects at the same time, each showing their unique skills.

There was no more underestimation in his eyes.

Xiao Qiu ignored the mixed sword intent, and his mind instantly expanded, locking on to the location of the snowflake.

He is a disciple of the Xuandan Holy Pavilion, cultivating martial arts and refining medicine every day, and is self-sufficient. He is most proficient in spearmanship, which is his family's martial arts. His father was a general of a secular dynasty, although he could not practice, but he had made great achievements, and before sending him to the Xuandan Holy Pavilion to practice, his father had privately taught him those life-and-death battles. But Xiao Qiu didn't take it to heart.

He knew that his father was a powerful general, but his father was not a cultivator after all, and the experiences honed in those human battlefields were more like the persistence of old men, and denying them was equivalent to denying his father's life as a horse. He took the spear from his father, but did not use it, because the scarred spear was too ordinary compared to the "shadowless".

Now that the shadow of the guns in the sky has been broken, and a snowflake has cut off his eyebrows, many words that the old man has said suddenly come to his heart.

He thought he had forgotten about it.

Snowflakes in the eyes.

Xiao Qiu roared violently, and the roar was low. His body pressed up, his shoulders slashed in a huge, powerful amplitude, and the mirror-like body of the spear spewed flames and stabbed out like a throw from the gurgling bones.

Only then did he realize that this was the fastest shot he had stabbed so far in his life, and in this shot, his abundant spiritual power and tenacious muscles were stretched to the extreme.

He even felt that this shot could defeat the Honsi.

Snowflakes are engulfed in flames.

Ning Changjiu's figure appeared, and his eyes showed a hint of approval.

The shot was fast, but in his time authority, it was as full as an old ox pulling a cart. He spotted the most vulnerable point of the spear and swung his sword down.

The spear was smashed to the ground.

The flame goes out.

Ning Changchang held a sword in one hand, and half of his body was windy and snowy.

This was Xiao Qiu's fastest shot, and he cracked it, but it only took one move.

Xiao Qiu still maintains the posture of throwing spears.

He stared blankly at the gun on the ground, unable to understand why.

"You're desperate for your life. Ning Chang said: "This sky full of spear shadows seems to be very powerful, but this is not your strength, but your cowardice." ”

Xiao Qiu's spirit shook suddenly.

He covered his head, and suddenly remembered what he looked like when he was a child, when he was practicing against his father. At that time, his bamboo knife was knocked to the ground countless times by his father, his arm was already numb, he cried, said that he didn't want to practice, but his father did not relent, he couldn't bear it, threw the bamboo knife violently, and then threw his body against his father's wooden stick, shouting and grabbing.

In the end he won, because his screams startled his mother, and he bowed down to his fierce father, touched his head, and played a kind appearance.

The trance of the spirit should have been fatal, but it also made him realize again.

Instead of picking up the gun on the ground, he held it in his hand as if he were holding a gun.

He slowly straightened up and stared at Ning Changjiu.

"I don't know who you are, but I thank you for not making a move on me just now. Xiao Qiu said: "I will repay your kindness with this shot." ”

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly: "It's a good gun." ”

Xiao Qiu didn't speak, he used all his strength to throw the shadowless shot.

This shot used all his strength.

Snowflakes are still flying around the house.

Ning Chang stared at the whistling void and stretched out his finger.

He could have easily dodged it with the Water Moon Technique in the Mirror, but he still chose to hard-connect.

The cicada-like snow fluttered and flew, gathering from all sides of the house.

Cold snow is a sword.

The visible sword crashed into the Shadowless Gun.

Before Xiao Qiu could react, the snow tide slapped over, and he was slammed up by a force and pressed against the wall.

He slipped slowly off the wall and sat down on the floor.

Snowflakes fell on his hair, clothes, eyebrows, and lips, drowning him like a snowman.

Xiao Qiu's lips trembled.

He had great enlightenment before his previous life and death, and at this moment the gun came out without a shadow and made great progress, but the two shots that should have turned the tide were easily broken by the other party, although the young man seemed to have made some effort, but his face was only slightly pale, and he didn't even take half a step back.

"You...... Who the hell is it?!" Xiao Qiu's words were shocked.

He had never been so embarrassed.

Ning Chang said: "I'm Zhang Jiu. ”

Xiao Qiu felt that this sentence was like humiliation. He could not bear this humiliation. He suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a pill.

It was the God Devouring Destruction Pill.

He first became famous because he refined this pill when he was in the Longevity Realm.

This pill will briefly consume the spirit of the cultivator in exchange for power beyond the limits of the body.

This is the elixir to be taken in the fight of life and death, although Xiao Qiu became famous for it, he has never taken it.

"Don't eat this, it's not good for your health. Ning Chang sincerely admonished.

These words completely angered Xiao Qiu, and he took the pill, bit it, and swallowed it.

Xiao Qiu looked up.

His aura had changed, his pupils burned with blood-red light, and his body was spewing hot fire with spiritual power.

He rubbed himself up and slammed his grip on the spear on the ground.

The flames on his body also ignited the barrel of the gun, and at this moment, there was no phantom in the gun, but pure, wanton cathartic anger.

The two previous realizations overlapped.

He clutched his gun tightly, like a demon meeting an enemy who had killed him in his life.

It's hard to tell the difference between fantasy and reality in this shot.

"You've broken the rules!"

In the middle of the heavenly list, a voice suddenly sounded, unable to distinguish the gender, but it was deafening, almost waking up Xiao Qiu, who was lost in power.

That's the spirit of the Heavenly List.

"It doesn't matter. "Ning long-term comforts Bang Ling.

He stared at the shot earnestly and did not take it lightly.

Although Xiao Qiu's realm was not at all comparable to the rest of the enemies he encountered, he had done his best with this shot.

Ning Chang's pupils turned golden, and on his white clothes, he was also golden like lightning.

He slashed at the void in front of him with his sword in both hands.

The sword cut through the space like a piece of paper.

The flames erupted, and the gun, which was so fast that it had disappeared into the void, was cut out again.

The sword pressed against the tip of the spear that was spinning at high speed, and the aura of the netherworld was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, instantly enveloping the spear.

The flames were consumed in an instant.

Thinking that he was dead, the spiritual soldier stopped spinning, lost the strength to fight again, and lay on the ground limply.

Xiao Qiu was physically exhausted and fell to his knees, he stared at the gun and slowly came back to his senses.

"For ...... Why?"

Ning Changjiu comforted: "You did a good job. ”

Xiao Qiu couldn't accept this answer, it was like the division commander was teaching himself......

He was stunned for a long time.

"Why!" he jerked his head, craned his neck, and asked in a voice that bordered on a roar, "Why do you always see my gun......?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time and said, "Your gun is like a mirror, and my heart is like a mirror." ”

......

......

In the wind and snow, Xiao Qiu carried the gun and stumbled out.

The spear spirit of this gun came back to his senses and realized that he had been deceived, it was buzzing, very unconvinced, and wanted to fight again.

But Xiao Qiu no longer has the strength to fight again, nor does he have the heart to fight again.

Xiao Qiu slowly looked down the stairs.

At this time, I don't know if he was wrong, he suddenly found that there was also a person walking up the stairs, that person had short neck-length hair, and his face was both delicate and heroic, and he couldn't distinguish the gender.

The two walked opposite each other and passed by.

"You...... Who is it?" Xiao Qiu couldn't help but ask.

The man didn't look back, just walked forward and replied lightly: "The fourteenth disciple of the Sword Pavilion." ”