The light pillar shook with a whistle of the wind. Ning Changjiu’s previous fascination was gone. His eyes sparkled in the sword light. In the depths of his eyes was the stone-like straight face of the old man.
The lifeless face of the old man proclaimed as the tomb watcher was shocked by the sword wind. He didn’t expect a junior would attack him.
However, it didn’t matter whether he had expected it or not. He reached out his deathly gray fingers which seemed to have been weathered for years. When his fingers hit the blade of Ning Changjiu, they didn’t shiver at all or get injured at all.
“Young man, what are you doing?” The tomb watcher’s words were slightly cadenced. His eyes were as turbid as those of a blind man, “You don’t trust me?”
Of course Ning Changjiu didn’t believe him. As far as he knew, those reduced to being trapped here should be sinful people in the peak. If the old man was really a capable cultivator, why c
Looking at the old man who bent over his desk recording, Ning Changjiu finally recalled that not only the sword fighting mock but also the exam of the outer peak was held today for a while.He held his head and felt that he had forgotten something important.Having waited for a while, the old man noticed that Ning Changjiu still didn’t speak so he raised his head and asked curiously, “What? Are you too nervous? In this case, just go aside and make way for those who are not nervous.”Ning Changjiu figured that he might as well give it a try since he was here anyway.“How will the exam be carried out?” Ning Changjiu asked.The old man was dazed for a moment and looked up at him with an angry facial expression, saying, “What’s your name? Mr. Sun has spent more than 15 minutes talking about that. And you didn’t hear any of it?”Ning Changjiu didn’t know how to refute him.Ning Changjiu’s su
The sword fighting mock of the inner peak was about to end too.Lerou knew that she couldn’t win the championship for sure. In order not to embarrass herself in the fight against Ning Xiaoling, she pretended to act carelessly in the previous round and lost the game.As she recalled her determination to give Ning Xiaoling a beating two months ago, she covered her face and sighed in frustration.Fewer and fewer disciples were doubting Ning Xiaoling. In the end, the disciples barely said anything and only watched quietly how the adorable young girl defeated her opponents fiercely, bowed impolitely and withdrew her sword.At first, she was willing to deal with her opponent with quite some moves simply because she wanted to wait for her master to find Changjiu but Lu Jiajia was still not back by now. Unavoidably, she got more and more worried. Hence, she was no longer interested in sword fighting. All she wanted to do was end the
The tip of Ning Changjiu’s sword was not stained with any blood now. His face was fair-skinned with his facial lines somewhere between softness and tightness. He looked just like a noble gentleman with a graceful bearing.His posture of sword striking was quite weird. That was a laborsome posture. Most of his strength was pressed on his thighs and waist while his arms appeared feeble but he still could kill the old man in grey who was quite capable with one thrust.No one knew when he appeared or where he came from.The moment the old man in grey collapsed, his body finally got relieved from that weird posture. When Ning Changjiu withdrew the sword, he shook the blood off it completely.“Sir...” It was Nancheng who recognized Ning Changjiu first. Looking at the familiar figure in white, he shivered with excitement.Everyone gazed at him immediately.“Who are you?” Someone asked with alertness rather
The steel-blue wall displayed countless sword marks densely.They were like the drizzles in spring, which instantly splashed onto all the space. The dark black fog also appeared vaguely beautiful amidst the rain-like sword Qi.Lu Jiajia stood in the air and the lower hem of her clothes slightly swayed. So were the sapphire pendant and the red tassels at her waist billowing. Her hair was a bit messy and her beautiful neck that glistened with sword intent was like the jade in the light. It looked cold and gentle. The immortal sword Minglan hung beside her. The straight sword body was glowing with the flowing light of flames, which vaguely displayed a prototype of a small bird.That was the sealed soul of Blood Feather, which was hidden within the sword for nourishment. Lu Jiajia once promised that she would give it a new body as long as it killed more than 100 demons.“An instrument spirit?” The elder who recovered from the as
Tonight, the Tianku Peak was like a huge furnace. Flames came out of the cave mouths above the hillside with steaming hot as if refining the whole peak.That was the fire the hidden peak.The corpses were burned intensively. The fire was not the actual fire but the light kindled by the massive aura. It had no heat at all but it still shone Tianku Peak brightly. Yet, in the bright beautiful scenery, numerous corpses turning into ashes seemed to be indicating the future decline of Tianku Peak.In the sword peak with a lack of capable cultivators, after the turmoil, decline was almost predictable.In the end, the cold prison was sealed again, except that the prisoners within had been mostly injured and dead. From now on, it would be difficult for Tianku Peak to contend for aura against the three other peaks. As to the mysterious bottom of the peak enshrouded with black fog, no one went there for exploration anymore for now.
“What did you say?” Lu Jiajia turned around, her cold eyes getting even fiercer.Ning Changjiu touched her back which was still warm and said seriously, “The sword clothes of the inner peak are made of the spiritual linen and the spiritual silk. They are extremely fine, which can’t be cut off by swords. Besides, they are also water-proof and fire-proof. However, they are a burden to the body forging. Almost half the heat is blocked outside the clothes.”As he was talking seriously and seemed to be discussing lessons with her, Lu Jiajia couldn’t go mad and then started to join the discussion, “The clothes made of spiritual silk do block some heat but I can take my body as the sword now. The sword spirit and my body are nearly perfectly merged. Supposedly, no improvement will be needed.”Then, she reached out her hand and pulled the cuff backward. Her fair wrist was fine and smooth like real jade but it was as tight and elastic as the huma
The women hadn’t seen moonlight for twenty years.She was in rags, glistening with faint red light. The sword she was holding was very thin and light, which was like a long dagger. Her body was also very light as if floating on the imaginary sea. As she flew across, the air vibrated and rippled like a long tail feather.She often believed that women’s hatred was like the most easily kindled wood.Holding the sword, she recalled the scene she had seen in her dream countless times again.The darkness late at night, the old mansion, the big fire, the knocked-over copper-glazed oil bottle, the broken fences, the pond devoured by fire, the soldiers lifting shields as high as half a man and gulping down wine at the gate, and the tall bearded captain.This was the nightmare she couldn’t get out of her mind. The armored devil in her nightmare walked to her and the rising fire in the mansion was engulfed by his slowly ap
Bingrong’s body was dragged out of the cold pool. Lu Jiajia stabbed her sword into her heart and the red of the sword fire drowned the color of her clothes.The woman who should have died in a fire still vanished in the fire in the end.Ning Changjiu woke up shortly. The injury in his back was lethal for an ordinary man but with his physical capacity of a cultivator, the injury was mostly cured by himself.“Water.” When Ning Changjiu woke up, he felt his lips were dry. He subconsciously called for water and then found that he was not thirsty.Lu Jiajia sat aside, fully clothes. She put on a cold look. Her wet body had been dried by the sword fire. Only her eyes were still watery.Lu Jiajia poured a bowl of water for him.Ning Changjiu straightened up and curled one leg. With a half-crooked arm rested on his knee, he took a gulp of water to moisten his drip lips, asking, “How are you feeling?”