That sword light illuminated the world above the clouds.
Nan Zheng saw the hanging mountain in the night sky, and she knew it was the Cloud Platform.
She should have been quite familiar with the hanging mountain, because she had been there many times over the years; but it was the first time she had seen its true appearance.
She knew that this was probably the last time she would see it.
The sword light that had broken through the sky and struck down toward the hanging mountain.
All the formations on the Cloud Platform had been activated when the enemies came. They reacted automatically when they encountered the sword light, but they couldn't block it for even a moment.
Along with an unimaginably loud boom, the grand hall on the peak top was cut in half by the sword light, turning into countless wood chips and pebbles, shooting up in all directions.
That grand hall was the place where Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had been. The winners of the Four-Seas Banquet would be received and rewarded by Xiwang Sun here every year.
It was conceivable that many things would change irreversibly, regardless of whether there would be another Four-Seas Banquet after tonight.
The sword light continued downward after cutting the grand hall in half, penetrating deep into the mountain. Along with the ear-piercing sounds of friction and cutting, a straight crack appeared on the cliff, countless pebbles and dust shooting out from the crack.
The halls and formations on the hanging mountain were broken into pieces by the sword light, as fragile as the colored glass.
The sounds of friction and cutting grew more and more ear-piercing and unpleasant to hear, and then grew deeper, like the roar of a real dragon.
The crack grew deeper and deeper, and a great deal of sand and pebbles dropped down to the surface of the ocean. The hanging mountain had gradually been cut in half, on the verge of collapse.
All this happened in a very short period of time.
The fleeing figures could be seen everywhere amidst the scattering dust and smoke on the Cloud Platform. Countless terrified screams and miserable screams could be heard from all over the mountain.
The disciples of Aoyama and the Cultivation practitioners of other sects in the night sky were shocked speechless.
The most shocked were the disciples of the West Ocean led by Tong Lu.
Looking at the scene in front of them with pale faces, they wondered what their Master intended to do, and whether he intended to destroy the Cloud Platform themselves.
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The Cloud Platform was an important place for the Western Sea Sword School, and it was the most important place for them to enter Chaotian.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had destroyed the Cloud Platform; did it mean something?
Nan Zheng didn't think about this because everyone's attention, including her, was attracted by another scene.
She looked at a certain spot in the night sky and murmured with extremely complicated emotions, "Master …"
There was a rope hanging down from the sky, and a man was tied at the end.
Xiwang Sun swayed gently in the sea breeze, like an inchworm falling from a tree branch. He knew that he was not far from death.
Of course, it could also be said that he looked like a hanged ghost.
Another name for the inchworm was Hanged Ghost.
That sword light was very magnificent. The front part was very faint, so faint that it couldn't be seen. It was like a cool breeze.
When the sword light cleaved the Cloud Platform, its tip silently slid across the night sky.
The gentle breeze fell on Xiwang Sun.
A mocking smile appeared on Xiwang Sun's face.
The next moment, his smile was cut in half.
Because his face had been cut in half.
Next, his body was split into two.
Xiwang Sun was dead.
The two halves of his body fell toward the surface of the sea, somewhat like a cloud platform that was separating, but more like a kite that had been broken.
Even if he had a Nascent Soul and a Sword Ghost, they would all die under this extremely merciless sword light.
Many others had died together with him.
For example, Nan Zheng's loyalty to Bulao Lin and Tong Lu's pride.
As such, neither he, who was standing on the sword in the night sky, nor she, who was trembling on the top of the mountain, could hear the loud voice echoing in the night sky.
It was the voice of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
It seemed that he was saying that he was too negligent in disciplining his disciples, which led to the rise of Xiwang Sun and the disciples of the Cloud Platform. As a way to express his regret, he personally cleaned up the disciples of the sect.
He ordered all the disciples of the Western Sea Sword School who came to reinforce the sect to return to the island, and not to stay here any longer.
Having said that, the voice of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean vanished, and so did the sword light.
The disciples of the Western Sea Sword School who were riding their swords in midair eyed each other in bewilderment, feeling conflicted. In the end, they didn't dare disobey the order of the Sect Master, and were taken away by the two elders in the State of Free Travel by force.
Tong Lu stayed behind. He stood on the flying sword, his face pale, looking a bit pitiful.
The Cloud Platform had been completely separated, and more cliffs had collapsed. The formations were completely damaged, and no buildings were left intact.
The disciples and caretakers of the West Ocean who stayed on the mountain cursed in despair and unwillingly, and some of them were crying.
Since the formations were already damaged, they had no intention of staying on the Cloud Platform to await their doom. They leapt up on their swords. Soon, more than one hundred sword lights left the cliffs one after another, illuminating the night sky.
Seeing this scene and hearing the crying in the distance, Bu Qiuxiao sighed and said to Chen Youtian, "Try your best to protect those who have surrendered."
Chen Youtian raised his right hand and said, "I hope they can calm down."
Along with his gesture, hundreds of sword lights and magic treasure lights headed toward the Cloud Platform, occupying all the space in the area. Soon, they met with the hundreds of sword lights.
Guo Nanshan was the principal disciple of Aoyama and had a high Cultivation state, so he was in the front.
Perhaps it was because the Blue Sea Sword beneath his feet had been repaired, but the blue sword light it emitted was mixed with a faint golden color.
All of a sudden, he saw a scene. His expression changed slightly, and he flew toward a certain spot.
A few sword lights flying out from the Cloud Platform didn't try to escape. Instead, they flew toward the night sky where Tong Lu was. It was obvious that they wanted to harm him.
Unfortunately, Tong Lu was also standing on his sword in a daze, as if he had gone crazy. He didn't notice the danger at all.
And in Guo Nanshan's eyes, he wouldn't try to evade even if he had discovered the danger.
Guo Nanshan flew to the front of Tong Lu as fast as he could and blocked those attacks.
Those disciples of the West Ocean shot a few hateful glances at Tong Lu, but they didn't make any more attempts. They flew toward the distance, but they didn't get very far before they were surrounded by a dozen sword lights.
The sounds of fighting, the clanging of swords, and the miserable screams filled the surrounding night sky.
Standing on his sword, Guo Nanshan yelled at Tong Lu sternly, "Wake up! Tonight is already the best result we can get! "
Tong Lu's face was pale, and his hair, wet by the seawater, looked like withered willow leaves. He said, "That year, when we participated in the Cultivation tournament, we ate roasted lamb, drank wine, and chatted for an entire night. In the end, I was the only fool. You people had been hiding it from me all this time, and it turns out that your target was our West Ocean."
Guo Nanshan couldn't bear to see this, saying, "We hid it from you because you were a disciple of the West Ocean. But our target was never the West Ocean, but Bulao Lin."
Tong Lu's voice trembled as he said, "What difference does it make? The West Ocean is Bulao Lin … Do you think that just because Master personally killed Martial Uncle and destroyed the Cloud Platform, the world will think that it was all Martial Uncle's fault and that it had nothing to do with the Western Sea Sword School? "
After a moment of silence, Guo Nanshan said, "At least, that's what everyone thinks."
"But I don't think so!"
Tong Lu suddenly yelled angrily. "Back then, we talked about many things, but the most important thing was not to deceive ourselves!"
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