Before Jing Jiu could react, Ma Hua made his move first.
The sword whistled through the dense stone forest.
A streak of sword light attacked Jing Jiu.
At such a distance, Jing Jiu could not counterattack with his flying sword, so he could only choose to dodge.
The only way he could defeat Ma Hua was to fly up on his sword and take the risk to shorten the distance between him and Ma Hua.
That was what the disciple of Bihu Peak did when he fought against his Senior Brother of Tianguang Peak, whose realm was much higher than his.
Ma Hua was good at scheming, so he had calculated everything clearly. He was ready to withdraw his flying sword and move backward again if Jing Jiu could really avoid his flying sword and get close to him. Anyway, he had to keep a distance from Jing Jiu, so that he could be invincible.
As for the shame of doing so, he did not consider it at all.
Of course, it would be better if such a scene did not happen.
Therefore, he was very serious when he attacked. He wanted to defeat Jing Jiu with only one move.
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On the stone platform.
Yunxing Peak Master suddenly waved his sleeve.
An extremely powerful aura surged around the peaks.
The clouds in the stone forest were affected by this aura, and slowly sank down until they fell to the ground, forming a layer of clouds about two feet thick.
It was a beautiful scene, but everyone knew that Yunxing Peak Master did not want to create a scene, but to let the disciples on the ground see clearly what would happen next.
The masters, including Yunxing Peak Master, were very curious about how Jing Jiu would break the situation created by Ma Hua, and they wanted to let the disciples learn something from it.
From this point of view, it was evident that they favored Jing Jiu more in this fight.
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"Go."
Jing Jiu used the method he was most familiar with to break Ma Hua's situation, and he only said one word.
The iron sword pierced through the air and flew to the stone pillar more than three hundred feet away.
It was not accurate to use the word "fly", because the iron sword was so fast that there was no residual shadow, and the sword light did not even have time to turn into a line.
The spectators only saw a blur before their eyes. Just like when Jing Jiu had left the ground, the iron sword had already arrived between the two stone pillars.
At this time, Ma Hua's flying sword was less than twenty feet away from the stone pillar.
Looking at the iron sword, Ma Hua was shocked and frightened. He quickly used his Sword Essence to forcefully summon his flying sword in front of him.
A crisp sound rang out!
The wind howled above the stone forest, and the sound waves spread in all directions.
At the critical moment, his sword blocked Jing Jiu's iron sword by a hair's breadth.
He fell onto the stone pillar and was at a loss of what to do. His sea of consciousness trembled and rippled, and his sword pellet couldn't calm down.
Jing Jiu's sword was so powerful!
This was not only referring to the immense power contained in the sword, but also its speed.
With a swoosh, Jing Jiu's iron sword turned back again. Still, there was no residual shadow, only a very short sword light.
Ma Hua knew that he would not be able to block this sword. With a muffled groan, he stepped on the sword and fled further away without hesitation.
A moment later, he landed on another stone post one hundred feet away. Turning his head around, he found that the stone post he had been standing on had been cut by Jing Jiu's iron sword. Countless stone chips were falling down to the ground, looking like the heavy snowflakes dancing in the air.
Ma Hua's face was pale, and his sword robe was soaked in cold sweat.
Strategies and contingency plans were meaningless in the face of absolute speed and power.
When the iron sword flew toward him, he even felt the aura of death.
He did not dare to imagine what would have happened if he had reacted a little bit slower.
In fact, he did not have time to think about this, because Jing Jiu's sword was coming again.
The iron sword whistled through the air with great momentum.
Ma Hua knew that he could not block this sword, and he could not avoid it either.
He held the sword in front of him and shouted, "I admit …"
A loud bang resounded!
Jing Jiu did not give him a chance to admit defeat.
The iron sword swung down and cut off the word that Ma Hua was about to utter.
Ma Hua spat out a mouthful of blood.
He could not withstand it any longer, and fell down from the stone pillar.
The surprised screams could be heard everywhere on the peak.
Jing Jiu didn't stop there.
The iron sword chased after Ma Hua and continued to slash down.
Strangely enough, Ma Hua managed to maintain the posture of holding the sword while falling down to the ground, but he managed to block most of the attacks.
The iron sword kept hacking on his sword, like a heavy hammer pounding on it, making loud noises. Pah!!!
Pah!!!
The terrifying noises echoed on Tianguang Peak.
Ma Hua landed heavily on the ground with a loud boom, scattering the ocean of clouds.
The iron sword flew back.
The disciples of Shiyue Peak hurried over.
Ma Hua was helped to his feet. His face was pale, his body covered in blood, and he was in an extremely sorry state.
The physical strength of the Cultivation practitioners was much stronger than that of mortals. He was not truly hit by Jing Jiu's sword. Though his Sword Pill was damaged and he was severely wounded, his life was not in danger.
Looking at the figure on top of the stone pillar, a hint of fear showed in his eyes. "When did you break through the state?!" he asked in a trembling voice.
During the sword fight above the stone forest, Jing Jiu's flying sword could still exert such a powerful force from a distance of more than three hundred feet; it could be said that Jing Jiu was gifted in this aspect.
However, these stone pillars were more than one thousand feet high, so the distance between Jing Jiu and Ma Hua was probably close to two thousand feet.
His sword could still follow Ma Hua and hack him from the sky to the ground before he could fly back. What did it prove?
Only the disciples of the Undefeated State could do it!
Many people, like Ma Hua, had the same thought.
Countless gazes were fixed on the figure above the stone forest.
"Just now."
Jing Jiu's voice came from above the stone forest.
There was an uproar.
Yet, what Jing Jiu said was the truth.
He had been preparing to break through the state of the Undefeated while traveling with Zhao Layue, and he had sensed it last autumn.
For some reason, to be exact, because of his physical condition, he had been hesitating.
Until just now, when he saw Liu Shisui being beaten to the ground by Guo Nanshan, he finally made up his mind.
Ma Hua naturally didn't believe him. He squeezed out a bitter smile on his blood-stained face and said, "Is it necessary to fight with a fellow disciple?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood, with a few broken teeth in it, which were shaken off by Jing Jiu's sword.
Some people thought the scene of Ma Hua being smashed from the stone pillar to the ground by the iron sword was somewhat familiar.
Then they remembered that not long ago, the scene of Liu Shisui being disabled by Guo Nanshan was exactly the same.
"This guy is still so vengeful."
Lin Wuzhi thought of the Inherited Sword Competition three years ago, when Jing Jiu knocked Gu Qing three times, and shook his head with a bitter smile.
In front of him, Elder Bai Rujing frowned slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking. Elder Mo chuckled, seeming to appreciate Ma Hua's performance.
In this sword fight, no one came to Ma Hua's rescue, and no one called for a stop, because everyone could see that Jing Jiu didn't use his full strength.
Otherwise, how could the iron sword hit Ma Hua's sword so accurately every time?
Of course, this was not because Jing Jiu was being merciful.
On the contrary, he wanted to beat Ma Hua to the ground in front of the disciples of Aoyama, and humiliate Liangwang Peak.
There was nothing wrong with Ma Hua's response, and his deduction of the battle situation was quite accurate. However, it was meaningless in front of Jing Jiu's sword.
The only problem was that Jing Jiu had come to Aoyama for only six years. How could he have such an abundant Sword Source?
Chi Yan looked up at the top of the stone forest and asked, "Shall we continue?"
Jing Jiu knew that this Elder of Shangde Peak should have guessed his intention, so he looked at the stone platform where the disciples of Liangwang Peak were.
"Please advise me."
This time, he was looking at Gu Han.
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