It was the ninth move of the Shangde Peak's Flowing Snow Sword Art.
This move was not a real sword art, but a secret method learned by the first Peak Master of the Shangde Peak from the Cold Well, which was used to deal with the Flying Sword.
Gu Han was going to use this secret method to lock Jing Jiu's Flying Sword.
Even if he had a secret method, it was still risky to deal with the Flying Sword with his bare hands.
In the past, the disciples of Aoyama who had mastered the Flowing Snow Sword Art would only use this method in the most extreme situation.
Now Gu Han had the whole situation under control, but he still chose to use this method, which showed that he was extremely aggressive and didn't take Jing Jiu seriously at all.
A buzzing sound!
Gu Han put two fingers of his right hand together and pointed them in front of him like a small sword. He opened his left hand with five fingers in a circle.
The iron sword was suspended in the middle and kept vibrating, but couldn't leave.
The Cold Well Locks Autumn!
He successfully locked Jing Jiu's Flying Sword.
Now it was time to see how Jing Jiu would deal with his sword.
In everyone's opinion, there would be no accident, because Jing Jiu didn't have a sword at this time.
Without a sword, he couldn't ride the sword to dodge the attacks on the cliff like before. He had to take the attack with his body.
No matter how strong the body of a sword cultivator was, even if he had the Tempered Body of Sword Will like Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui and was as hard as a rock, how could he face the Flying Sword head-on?
Some elders were ready to save him with their swords.
The two places were far apart, but there were many mighty figures in the Broken Sea State, who could at least save Jing Jiu's life.
Zhao Layue stood up and looked over there attentively.
The mountain wind suddenly blew, messing up her hair.
In front of the stone platform, the Thoughtless Sword hovering in the air was vibrating slightly, making a low buzzing sound, as if it could fly up at any time.
No one noticed that the cold Three-Foot Sword in front of the Thoughtless Sword was also vibrating slightly.
In the end, the Thoughtless Sword didn't fly up, and the Three-Foot Sword didn't move.
Countless exclamations were heard one after another among the peaks.
Because Gu Han's sword missed!
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There was also wind above the stone forest.
Jing Jiu's body was like the lightest sand, disappearing with the wind.
The next moment, he appeared in the sky with more than ten sword lights.
Those sword lights came from his body.
His hair and clothes fluttered in the wind like silk, and each strand was like a sword.
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The Peak Master of Qingrong stood up and stared in that direction, a strange expression flashing in her eyes, her sleeve trembling slightly.
What kind of Dao technique was it to be able to traverse a distance of several hundred feet in the air?
Even without a sword, a swordsman with a high level of cultivation could still use his sword breath to soar into the air. For example, Guo Nanshan had demonstrated this before.
The problem was that Jing Jiu had just entered the Undefeated State, and he had already mastered such a difficult Taoist method?
The most shocking thing was that his speed was unimaginably fast, completely exceeding the scope of Taoist magic. It even made people think of the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique of Zhongzhou School!
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Jing Jiu appeared in front of Gu Han.
Gu Han was using the Locking Autumn by Cold Well to control Jing Jiu's sword, so he didn't expect this at all.
Jing Jiu's hand landed on the hilt of the sword, and he made a seemingly simple horizontal stroke.
Gu Han's hands could no longer lock Jing Jiu's sword.
Swish!!!
The iron sword pierced through Gu Han's body.
Fresh blood gushed out from the tip of the sword, dripping down from the sky.
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Looking at the scene a few miles away, Guo Nanshan had a grave expression on his face.
He knew that Senior Master Chi Yan and the other senior masters wouldn't make a move at this moment.
The senior masters should have seen clearly that Jing Jiu's iron sword had pierced through Gu Han's right chest. Gu Han's injury was serious, but not fatal.
The senior masters would think that Jing Jiu would withdraw his sword after winning.
Guo Nanshan didn't think so, and he had a bad feeling.
He could sense Jing Jiu's murderous intent from a few miles away.
He knew the relationship between Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui.
Even though they hadn't seen each other for three years, even though Liu Shisui was extremely disappointed in Jing Jiu not long ago.
Liu Shisui was tortured by Shanghai De Peak, but he refused to tell them that he went to find Jing Jiu that night.
Now that Liu Shisui was in such a miserable state, what would Jing Jiu do for him?
Don't say he was heartless.
If he was really heartless, why would he challenge Ma Hua and Gu Han?
Guo Nanshan knew he had to make a move, even if he would be blamed later. If he didn't make a move now, he was worried that Gu Han would really die.
At this moment, someone finally realized something was wrong.
Jing Jiu didn't withdraw his sword. He pushed Gu Han toward the cliff in the north.
Gu Han was seriously injured. Did he want to kill someone?
"Stop!"
The disciples of Tianguang Peak and Liangwang Peak shouted in surprise, but it was too late for them to stop the tragedy.
Fortunately, a bright sword light pierced through the stone forest and arrived in front of the cliff a few miles away.
Looking at the rainbow-like sword light, the disciples heaved a sigh of relief.
Not long ago, when Liu Shisui tried to kill Jian Ruoyun with the Devil Fire, he was stopped by this sword light.
Now that the Big Brother in the State of Free Travel was wielding his sword, there was nothing to worry about.
The powerful sword light hacked toward Jing Jiu's back.
If Jing Jiu wanted to block this sword, he had to turn around and draw the iron sword out of Gu Han's body.
What happened next was beyond everyone's expectation, especially Guo Nanshan's.
Jing Jiu didn't do anything.
He didn't draw the sword out, nor did he turn around. It seemed that he didn't know that a sword light had arrived behind him and would cut him in half in the next moment.
"Oh no!"
Guo Nanshan said to himself.
He saw that Jing Jiu's hand had left the hilt of the sword and stopped the attack.
But why didn't he dodge or block it?
Guo Nanshan didn't have time to think about it. All he knew was that if his flying sword were to fall down, Jing Jiu would die for sure.
He was well aware that Jing Jiu was a rare talent in sword work that many masters had high hopes for.
If this person continued to attack Gu Han, he would kill him without hesitation.
But under the current circumstances, he couldn't and didn't want to kill him.
However, he had just entered the State of Free Travel, and a few miles was his limit. It was difficult for him to control the flying sword, and he couldn't move back and forth freely.
He grunted, and the Sword Pill suddenly shrank. He forcefully withdrew the Sword Source, attempting to stop the flying sword a few miles away.
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The rainbow-like sword light disappeared.
The flying sword finally stopped.
The tip of the sword was less than two feet away from Jing Jiu's back.
It was a dangerous scene.
All of a sudden, Jing Jiu turned around and put his hands together, clamping the flying sword.
Judging from his posture, it looked like the ritual of the Zen Buddhism.
The expression on Guo Nanshan's face changed slightly. He tried to call back the flying sword, but found it didn't work.
He was a swordsman in the State of Free Travel, much stronger than Jing Jiu, but the sword was in Jing Jiu's hands, a few miles away from him.
And Jing Jiu's hands were even tougher than Gu Han's Locking Autumn by the Cold Well!
"The Great Mercy Hands!"
The Peak Master of Yunxing stood up, wondering in shock how Jing Jiu knew the secret method of the Guocheng Temple.
The peak masters and elders who had recognized Jing Jiu's method all had the same idea, but they remained silent at the same time, strangely.
The Peak Master of Qingrong looked at the other side in Silence, interested in what Jing Jiu would do next.
The Peak Master of Xilai Peak finally put down the teacup he had been holding for a long time, looking at the other side with narrowed eyes, his expression solemn.
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Jing Jiu crossed his hands and held the two ends of the flying sword.
"No!"
No one knew who was shouting.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to the shout, and put more force into his hands.
The flying sword in his hand gradually bent, emitting an extremely unpleasant sound.
Fresh blood seeped out from between his hands and the edge of the sword.
"Show some mercy."
Someone's voice reverberated among the peaks.
Jing Jiu looked at Guo Nanshan in Silence from a few miles away.
Pah!!!
The flying sword broke in half.
Guo Nanshan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
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