It was difficult to assassinate the Cultivation practitioners, because they were very sensitive to the changes of energy.
Zhao Layue was good at calculating and calculating, and she had a brilliant sword heart, so she was more adept at this. However, she didn't find anything wrong when she entered the Daoist temple. It was not because she was distracted by the thought of meeting the personal disciple of Lian Sanyue, but because this formation didn't have any lethal intent. It was so calm that it blended in with the mountains and rivers, so it was hard to discover it.
It was a marvelous and rare method to merge the energy of heaven and earth with the heaven and earth again.
Only those profound orthodox sects with profound resources could achieve this.
Along with a sword sound, the shabby Daoist temple was illuminated by the fiery red light, as if the twilight had arrived in advance and all the trees in the valley were set ablaze.
The Thoughtless Sword was traveling back and forth in the air at an unimaginably high speed, cutting countless straight lines around her body, as if it was going to cut the space in half.
Those extremely dense lines formed a barrier, protecting her inside.
Zhao Layue was fully aware that the person who dared to attack her was not an ordinary Cultivation practitioner, and she was no match for him.
Her self-confidence and pride wouldn't affect her judgment.
She had no intention of finding the enemy and attacking him; instead, she employed the most powerful sword move to protect herself.
This was not a sword move in the Nine-Deaths Sword Style, but a sword move created by the Immortal Jingyang based on a certain magic method of Shui Yue Nunnery, which was said to have something to do with a special insect called the Heavenly Silkworm.
This was what Jing Jiu told her when he taught her this sword move.
"Is this the Thoughtless Sword left by the Immortal Jingyang? It's indeed perfect. Your sword style, your response, and your determination are all perfect. "
A man in black walked out from the red light that was as red as the twilight.
This man in black had a very powerful energy, and his face was covered with a black cloth. He must have used some magic to change his appearance.
Zhao Layue looked at him through the net of swords, saying nothing.
She had some guesses about this person's true identity. He should have quite a high position in that sect because he had his hands behind his back, appearing very confident and arrogant.
The black-clothed man said, "As expected of the legendary Zhao Layue. Unfortunately, with your current cultivation, you can only sustain such a powerful sword move for a few dozen breaths of time. Moreover, you won't be able to use the sword letter to ask for help from your fellow disciples. In other words, you've trapped yourself in a dead end. What's the point of living for a while longer?"
Zhao Layue knew that what the man in black said made sense. At the same time, it was also a kind of temptation.
Nan Wang and the disciples of Aoyama were still in Zhaoge City, which was less than two hundred miles away. It wouldn't take long for them to arrive at their fastest speed.
The problem was, if she used the sword letter to ask for help, how long could she last without her flying sword? They might even be killed instantly.
Zhao Layue didn't say anything because it was meaningless. There was no point in dragging the time.
Her sword essence was rapidly draining away.
The twilight grew thicker, and the shabby Taoist temple shrouded in darkness had a sense of vicissitudes of beauty.
The beautiful scenery wasn't a beautiful thing, because it meant that the speed of the Thoughtless Sword was gradually slowing down, and the color would become brighter.
It was because of the slowing down that the Thoughtless Sword began to produce a whistling sound and a sword wind.
The shabby walls of the Taoist temple were blown by the sword wind, and the dust fell down.
The mud statue in the Taoist temple had been eroded by the wind and rain with only half of its head left, and it was also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sand fell on the ground like an hourglass. Time was approaching its end.
Before the head of the mud statue was completely rubbed flat, Zhao Layue moved.
She stretched out her right hand in the air in front of her.
The twilight in the room suddenly gathered and fell on her hand, as if it had turned into a red sun.
She held the Thoughtless Sword, and her body pierced toward the man in black, leaving a residual shadow behind.
As long as the sword didn't leave her hand, she didn't have to worry about being affected by the powerful magic of the opponent.
Back at the Sea God Temple outside of Haizhou City, she used this move to kill the steward of Bulao Lin.
The man in black was very calm. He must have known about this move of hers in advance, as he easily dodged several sword auras, and then slapped down with his palm.
What fell was a palm, but what flew up was a pair of sleeves.
Perhaps he was afraid of the power of the Thoughtless Sword, or perhaps he didn't want to leave any traces behind, so he didn't use a magic weapon.
Even so, he wasn't someone that Zhao Layue could resist.
The sleeves of the man in black flew up, like ink-like waves in the dark night.
The whistling wind followed the sleeves, extremely swift and fierce, but the aura was so majestic. It was obviously an orthodox magic of the Xuanmen, extremely open and aboveboard.
With a bang, Zhao Layue flew backward and slammed into the wall of the Taoist temple.
Her body fell to the ground with the broken bricks like rain, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
The man in black casually flipped his sleeves and broke her Unity of Man and Sword.
The state gap between the two of them was too big, and it was impossible to make up for it with Dao Heart, fighting will, and courage.
But her expression was still so indifferent, and there was no fear on her face, because this was something that she had already figured out a long time ago.
Just as she hit the wall, the Thoughtless Sword, which had been shaken away like a stone, suddenly broke through the roof as if it had regained its vitality!
Whoosh!
The Thoughtless Sword flew to the horizon, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a bloody residual shadow.
This was the Sword Letter message.
The man in black didn't pay attention to it, because this was also something that he had predicted, or something that he hoped would happen.
Even if Zhao Layue's state was higher than the intelligence, and she had broken through the upper state of the Undefeated, the distance that she could control the sword was only a few miles.
If she wanted to use the Sword Letter to inform her fellow disciples in Aoyama in Zhaoge City, she could only use that method to forcibly cut off the connection with the Thoughtless Sword, and let it go.
This method would cause the sword master to be badly injured by the backfire, and it would take a long time to reestablish the connection with the flying sword, so it was not worth it.
The disciples of Aoyama would only make this choice when facing great danger, or even when they knew that they would die.
Of course, if Zhao Layue could survive today, the price would be worth it.
The problem was, when the Thoughtless Sword was far away, what could she use to resist the opponent's attack? Or did she already know that she would die for sure?
The man in black thought it was the latter.
He slapped at Zhao Layue through the air.
The air suddenly changed shape, and the light falling from the roof was refracted into a mess.
A powerful and continuous power reverberated in the Taoist temple. It was like a mountain range stacked on top of each other, crushing forward.
This violent power didn't affect the Daoist temple itself. There were no cracks on the dilapidated walls, and even the dust didn't fall.
Such a precise degree of control proved that the man in black had a formidable state, and something else.
It was very unwise to deliberately carry out this kind of control at this moment.
The truth was that the man in black didn't deliberately control the power, and everything happened naturally.
The moves and methods contained the laws of heaven and earth. Zhao Layue's eyes grew brighter as she became more certain of the opponent's background.
The palm of the man in black turned into a fist when it arrived in front of Zhao Layue.
It was easy to imagine how heavy it was when the ten thousand mountains were condensed into a stone.
Even the city walls of Zhaoge City would be punched through by this fist.
The last thing the disciples of Aoyama wanted was to be approached by the enemy. Under such circumstances, the flying sword would be forced to defend and couldn't attack the enemy freely, which was tantamount to being tied to one's own hand.
The man in black looked at Zhao Layue as if he was looking at a dead person.
You don't even have a sword, what can you do?
Zhao Layue raised her hands to meet the fist.
Pah!!!
Countless sword wills came out from her hands.
The sword wills were extremely pure and sharp.
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