“The origin of everything in chaos is hidden under the Yellow Spring.”
A skinny and tall man holding a square board with his left hand and a round and long wooden clapper with his right hand. The clapper thudding sounded untimely. The man walked through the streets in a usual look like a patrolling watchman.
The boat beached slowly and the mist was flowing behind.
“Where is this place?” Ning Changjiu asked.
Qiusheng recalled that he had been freaked out to see such a scene of the town for the first time when he was little. Even though this was the fourth time that he saw this, he was still shocked. Then, he said, “This is Liantian Town...”
“This is...” Ning Xiaoling was so shocked. She got off the boat and walked to the town slowly. The wind blew the hair before her forehead with a chill.
“How is it possible?” Ning Xiaoling touched the wooden column of the memorial archway and found some marks that
Ning Changjiu struck the dagger, followed by his killing intent. The air in the wooden building was stagnant after a temporary fluctuation. The sharp luster on the dagger seemed like heavy snow.The dagger stopped before Mr. Zhang and pressed against his throat. A bit of blood was rolling on the blade.With hindsight, Mr. Zhang looked at the dagger and said with a frown, “What are you doing? Are...you suspecting me?”Ning Changjiu took a look at him meaningfully and then withdrew his dagger.This move was actually an attempt but his killing intent was quite true.However, Mr. Zhang didn’t take any action.Ning Changjiu sheathed the dagger, cupped the sheath and put it on the desk aside, saying, “I’m sorry for having offended you.”Mr. Zhang cast a cold glance at the dagger on the desk, his eyes simmering with fury. He touched his neck, slumped on the windtight antique chair, saying with
A shimmer of light arose in the grey sky.At dawn, everything stretched out.In the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect, Purple Heaven Taoist School, Liantian Town or the other places of the South Continent, different people watched the sun rising and shining the grey sky brightly from different angles.The stars and the moon lost their luster and hid behind the blue sky. As a result, the whole sky looked like a vast mirror but it didn’t reflect the shadow of the earth at all.By the lotus pond, Mr. Zhang and the boa were watching the run rising together.In the old house, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were sleepless. Their white clothes were like the snow piled up for many years.“Changjiu, the Sword Fighting Tournament of Four Peaks is about to start.” Ning Xiaoling put on a worried look and stared at the light outside getting brighter and brighter at an unstoppable speed. Yet, her heart sank bit by bit.
Lu Jiajia went through the wilderness by sword. Her speed was so fast that the wind blew on her face as if making a thunderous sound. Her clothes were billowing in the wind at a high speed. She was like a sword. Where she went across, the air blasting sound sounded in her ears.Lu Jiajia didn’t wear a hair cap so her long hair billowed wildly. She looked down to glance around the wilderness. The fields and villages all came to her view. Even the woods and the brambles couldn’t hinder her sight at all.She landed. A moment later, the flying sword finally fell to her slowly.The sword hung aside and slightly twisted. The tip of the sword glistened with starry light.The billowing black hair gradually subsided. It was the memorial archway of Liantian Town in front.Behind the memorial archway was the solid and tough red clay wall. Under the wall, many beasts’ carcasses were piled up. Most of the beasts were dead no
Liantian Town couldn’t be seen in the wilderness at all.It seemed to be hidden in an intangible space. The transparent space’s walls rippled. From time to time, some people would get out of there in confusion.The sword Qi that was like the Death Sickle swept across above the people like a group of ravens but it was cut off in the air by the white sword light and shattered into countless spots.Lu Jiajia stood before Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling. The sword in her hand was clearly ordinary but it emitted extraordinary abundant immortal Qi.Twelve Qiu raised his head. His nose was pale and his eyes under the hood were like dark blue blades. He stared at the unexpected woman and guessed who she was, “Are you Xue Xunxue, the peak master of Xuanri Peak?”Lu Jiajia didn’t answer.Her white figure disappeared in situ. The sword sound lingered in the air. The sword next to her turned into several streak
Ning Changjiu took the sword, walked across the formation and headed towards the center of the field.No one had noticed when he arrived. Neither did anyone know who he was.“You’ve got some nerve,” Fang Hege looked at him and praised. Then, he asked, “What’s your name?”The genius disciples of the four peaks were mostly celebrated. Even if they didn’t fight against each other, they had heard of each other. Fang Hege’s asking was actually an insult to the disciples of some renown.However, none of the disciples of the three other peaks knew Ning Changjiu. Even the seniors only heard of him occasionally.Ning Changjiu looked at the young man in white and found that the latter’s white clothes were tidier than his.Although it resulted from days’ traveling, he still felt displeased. He answered calmly, “Ning Changjiu.”“Ning Changjiu...” Fang Hege thought about it and then recalled who he
Jiuying...The fog on the contest field condensed into a huge sword but the name was more like a vaster expanse of fog in front of all.The man in black slightly floated and the tips of his feet were a line away from the ground. His black robe was like extremely dark clouds, rolling back and forth. The smile on his pale face was very faint but it was like being deeply buried under the earth for more than a thousand years.Even the cultivator at the peak of the realm of Purple Court couldn’t break the Sect Protecting Formation within a short time but in his eyes, it was like a useless barrier.“Jiuying...” Jing Yangxia stared at the young man in astonishment, “How is it possible? You’ve revived an ancient fierce beast?”Jiuying crossed his arms before his chest, saying coldly, “I’m not a fierce beast but a god.”The four peak masters stared at the young man. Bixiao, Dongyang, Wenyun and Minglan vibra
When Ning Changjiu struck the last sword move, all the shadows returned to his body and the domineering sword Qi also vanished now.They seemed to be in the darkness. In the extreme darkness, the moon was covered so all the light was gone. Everything visible was engulfed by the darkness.The saber in the hand of the young man in black, which was like dry sand losing its stickiness, started to fade away.Seeing Ning Changjiu’s weird posture, he wanted to laugh. Nevertheless, when he stared at the sword stabbed into his throat, he just couldn’t laugh then. Instead, he could only make a strangely deep voice.The young man in black was full of doubts. He wanted to ask something but Ning Changjiu didn’t give him any chance. The sword Qi flashed across as if the magma gushed out. Countless red lines lit up in his body. Those red lines were like arising blood streaks as if they were about to break out of the skin anytime.
The wind whistled above the four peaks.The disciples in the peaks, just like the toppled-over wheat, supported each other amidst stumbling. Tianku Peak in the gale was more like a musical instrument playing the miserable funeral song. The shrill whistle made countless people cover their ears.“Those below the realm of Long Life all retreat to the inner peak!” Someone shouted and set up a barrier with his sword Qi to cover the disciples and allow them to evacuate.“All the disciples shall retreat and the elders above the realm of Long Life must guard the formation with me!”“...”In the violent wind, even the cultivators’ loud shouts were occasionally drowned.In the sky, two huge swords were like dragons colliding against each other. After hitting each other, they were more like fighting boas, intertwining with each other, strangling each other in the posture of intercourse and eating alive each ot