The knife was very thick and covered in oil and blood. When it slashed at the falling snowflakes, there was a sense of disharmony, as if it would slash into thin air in the next moment.
That was because there was nothing in the air in front of the cliff other than snow.
Yet when the knife slashed down, one could clearly see the distortion of space and hear the sound of something being torn apart. The world formed by two transparent cicada wings was broken by a simple knife!
The saber's will did not stop there. It fell on the cliff, and with a cracking sound, rocks flew into the snow, and the cracks between the pine vines gradually widened. The cliff slowly slid, and countless rocks tumbled down. Then … the mountain cracked.
Butcher's knife had cut a mountain in half.
Along with the rocks, a person fell. That person was very petite. Falling from the cliff that was hundreds of feet high, it was as if she had jumped from the sky into the snow. In an instant, she was on top of Butcher's head.
Butcher's knife intent had just landed, and even he could not slash a third time in such a short time.
He gave a low roar, flipped his wrist, and held the knife horizontally in the snow.
There was a muffled slap.
That petite figure landed directly on the surface of the knife.
There was a loud boom.
Smoke and dust rose. In the wind and snow, rocks flew everywhere.
Butcher's eyebrows moved violently and fell down bit by bit.
But he did not fall.
That was because his feet had sunk into the ground, up to his knees!
That petite figure was sent flying by Butcher's knife. She tapped lightly on the broken cliff and turned back like a goose. At the same time, the sword in Jun Mo's hand also arrived!
Kaboom!
The deafening sound of the collision directly destroyed several residences at the edge of the small town, and tore the snow in front of the broken mountain into powder. It even went straight into the night sky and tore a hole in the clouds!
The aura of Heaven and Earth caused by the collision was turbulent everywhere, pulling the snow on the ground and the rocks piled up everywhere into the air. In the darkness of the night, only sounds could be heard, and nothing could be seen.
No one knew how many times the three had fought in such a short time, how many times the iron sword, butcher's knife, and fists had collided. They only knew that it represented absolute power!
After an unknown amount of time, the cliff finally quieted down.
"Last time, I said that you are indeed very strong. If you have the same amount of time as me, you might even surpass me. But … now, you can't. You can't even kill me."
Butcher looked at the bottom of the opposite cliff with an indifferent expression. There were many wounds on his body, but no blood could be seen. He seemed to be in a sorry state, but he was not really injured.
No wonder he was the one who was closest to the legendary Immortal Realm.
There was a bloody wound on Jun Mo's left shoulder, and Yu Lian's yellow dress was covered in dust. Most importantly, her shoes were torn. All these signs proved that it was still difficult for them to kill the Butcher.
"Some people are indeed hard to kill, such as you, the Drunkard, and the Chief Monk. But tonight, the Drunkard died, and the Chief Monk was trapped to death by the Academy. We have a plan for you."
Yu Lian said calmly, "I was just trying. Since it didn't work, I'll try something else. You have to know that you don't necessarily have to kill your enemy to defeat him."
This sentence made a lot of sense.
Jun Mo thought as he recalled Butcher's first slash.
As Yu Lian's voice faded away, a clear sound of a flute was heard among the snowflakes on the cliff.
Following the sound of the flute was the sound of the zither, which sounded like flowing water.
The zither and the flute were playing together, and the sound was moving. However, there was killing intent in the silence.
The Butcher slightly raised his eyebrows, and his face was slightly pale. He shouted, and the dust and snow were shaken up from his body.
He held the knife and chopped toward the sound of the zither and the flute.
The sound of the zither and the flute stopped abruptly.
But the intent of the knife could not move forward.
Because there was a pine on the cliff, a short pine. There was a broken carriage beside the pine, and a broken flag on the broken carriage.
The short pine was a cannon, the broken carriage was still a carriage, and the broken flag was a marshal's flag.
This was chess.
The intent of the knife was locked, and the Butcher looked slightly serious. He took a step forward and smashed Yu Lian's cicada wings with his own body, but he could not get out, because there were still many chess pieces on the cliff.
The cliff stones were black, and the cliff stones were covered with snow.
Those were the black and white chess pieces.
This was chess.
The Butcher gave a long roar, and chopped again!
The sound of the zither and the flute stopped again, and the chess pieces on the mountain were shaking uneasily, as if they were about to break.
At this moment, an extremely soft silk thread floated down along with the snowflakes.
The silk thread connected the pine, the carriage, the flag, the stones, and the snow together.
The snowflakes touched the silk thread, and were flicked into powder, and became clouds.
This was the Gathering Array.
But it was not over.
Outside the Gathering Array, there was an iron furnace, yellow sand, and even a waterwheel in the stream behind the cliff.
A white goose was squatting on the top of the waterwheel, like a proud general.
The old yellow bull was on a hill further away, looking into the distance, seemingly uninterested.
The Butcher whistled again, and chopped again.
A finger intent came from the west.
An iron cudgel entered the ground as a camp.
The intent of the knife was bound by several layers of array intent, and then was hit by the finger intent and the cudgel, dispersing into nothingness.
Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang came from outside the town.
He wore a divine robe and a divine crown, and his expression was solemn.
He had the Thirteen Apostles of the New Stream, and the power of faith.
The Butcher was silent, lowered his head, and then raised it again.
He raised the iron cudgel, and chopped for the fifth time.
However, this time, he still could not hit anyone.
Because a stone appeared in front of the cudgel.
The cliff stones all over the mountain seemed to have come alive, and then died, trapping him in it.
This was the Great Blockage Formation.
Mo Shanshan wore a white dress, and a crown, quietly looking at the rocks all over the mountain.
The Great Blockage Formation that she had set now was 70% similar to the Daming Lake in front of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine.
Back then, it took Youngest Uncle some time to break the Great Blockage Formation, so how could the Butcher be an exception?
The Butcher finally put away his cudgel.
He looked at the several powerful but interdependent arrays on the cliff, and remained silent.
He could predict that everyone from the Academy would appear here.
But he did not expect that the other party would move the Academy here!
…
…
The zither and flute sounded again, extremely joyful, and even a little proud.
Yu Lian did not even look at the Butcher, and turned to leave with her hands behind her back.
The people from the Academy followed her, and Mo Shanshan was no exception.
She was one of the two people invited to the back of the mountain by the Academy. She had long been used to treating herself as a member of the Academy, and the Academy had long been used to treating her as one of their own.
Jun Mo did not stay. He sat cross-legged in the snow.
He quietly looked at the Butcher in the array.
Many years ago, when Ning Que killed Xia Hou, he sat on the snow bridge for a whole night, so that the Defender-general of the Tang Empire, Xu Shi, and the most powerful Yulin Royal Guards could not cross the bridge.
Tonight, he sat in the snow again, which represented his attitude.
The Butcher looked at him and said, "As long as there is time, I can break these arrays."
Jun Mo said, "We also need time … If you can break these arrays, then it will be my turn to stop you. Then I will try to see if I can catch your cutlass."
The Butcher said, "You can't."
Jun Mo said, "Maybe."
The Butcher was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Why did you wait for more than ten days on the Peach Mountain? If Haotian Taoism is destroyed, she will become very weak, or even die. "
Jun Mo was silent for a moment, and then said, "Maybe it is because the Haotian in your eyes is also the little girl who cooks in the Academy. If she can live, it is better for her not to die."
The Butcher asked, "Why do you want to go to the Peach Mountain tonight?"
Jun Mo said, "Because she has returned to Chang 'an."
Chang 'an, what a wonderful name. It was a magical city that could protect many ordinary people, and now it was going to protect Haotian.
Jun Mo said again, "You do your best for your friends, and I do my best for the sect. Let's do our best for each other."
The Butcher was silent for a long time, and then said, "Jun Mo has always been reasonable."
He raised the cutlass in his hand again.
The cutlass could not break the array, but it faintly resonated with the cutlass cutlass left in the air.
The snow clouds in the night sky had been cut open, and at this moment, the gap quickly expanded. The snowflakes gradually stopped, and the clouds dispersed, revealing the bright moon.
Jun Mo looked up at the bright moon.
On the mountain road to the Peach Mountain, the people of the Academy carried carrying poles, cows, white geese, and belongings, and hurried forward in silence. They had left the Verdant Canyon, and now they were going up the West-Hill.
Yu Lian seemed to feel something, and looked up at the night sky. She also saw the bright moon.
"Teacher, we will win."
Chen Pipi looked at the moon and said with a smile.
Many years ago, the Headmaster went up to the Peach Mountain and cut all the peach blossoms.
Tonight, the bright moon was in the sky.
His students had arrived.
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(Jun Mo has always been reasonable. I always write well at critical moments. I silently praise myself.)
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