"In addition, I have to thank you for your hard cultivation. I believe that no one will know that I killed you tomorrow."
Master Zuo said with a smile, "This is the top of the Sword Peak. Even a warrior in the Broken Sea State will not know what is going on here without using his Discernment Sword."
"If you don't want anyone to know what happened tonight, you have to make sure that you can kill me first."
After saying that, Zhao Layue waved her hand, and a cyan sword light flew out of her sleeve, flying in front of the cliff wall at a high speed.
Qing Jian was very agile and fast, forming a light cyan light screen, which seemed to be airtight.
Seeing this, Master Zuo said with admiration, "You have almost reached the consummation of the Inherited Will. That's amazing."
In the darkness of the night, Jing Jiu also nodded. He appreciated Zhao Layue's technique more than her Cultivation state.
Since there was no chance for a sneak attack, it was better to call out the sword in advance to defend.
Unfortunately, Zhao Layue's Cultivation state was too low, so she couldn't defend herself even if she wanted to.
Jing Jiu soon came to the conclusion that Zhao Layue would die tonight, unless something unexpected happened.
The sword wills were chaotic on the top of Yunxing Peak. It was dark, and the atmosphere was changing. But the only variable was himself.
"I can't beat him …"
Jing Jiu sighed inwardly.
His Cultivation state was even lower, so he couldn't help her unless the man in gray didn't move.
However, who would stand still and wait for you to reach out your hand?
Jing Jiu looked at his bracelet, wondering what else he could do.
At this moment, the battle began.
There was no suspense about the outcome of this battle. It could even be said that it was a one-sided battle.
The night wind suddenly broke, and the clouds were slightly disturbed. A plain gray flying sword flew over a distance of more than three hundred feet in an instant and arrived in front of the cliff wall.
A series of dense and light sounds of flying swords colliding rang out.
Dozens of sparks appeared on the light screen weaved by the small cyan sword almost at the same time.
Jing Jiu saw clearly that those seemingly small sparks actually contained the power of thunder and lightning, which had a terrible impact.
The Sword Style of Eight Directions of Bihu Peak was still as powerful as ever.
A moment later, the light curtain weaved by the small green sword was easily torn apart by the Hidden Lightning Sword.
The small green sword fell to the ground like a piece of scrap metal.
Zhao Layue was sitting cross-legged in the hole in the wall, unable to dodge at all.
With several muffled sounds, the simple gray flying sword continuously pierced her body and flew back, leaving behind seven bloody holes.
The seven bloody holes pierced through her body, and blood flowed out continuously. The scene looked very cruel.
Zhao Layue's face was pale as she leaned against the cliff wall. Blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were pale.
A battle in the Sword Dao had always been decisive and simple, and it only required an instant to determine the victor and the loser, down to life and death.
The principle of the strong staying strong was very obvious and even cruel in the battle between flying swords.
The one with a lower cultivation base would never be able to touch his opponent, so how could he defeat his opponent?
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Martial Uncle Zuo walked slowly to the cliff and looked at Zhao Layue expressionlessly.
This was not the way the victor toyed with and humiliated the weak before they died.
If he wanted to, Zhao Layue would have been dead by now.
However, the force behind him wanted to know what Zhao Layue wanted to find out and how much she had found out.
Most importantly, who ordered her to investigate this matter? Qingrong Peak or Tianguang Peak?
When a person was about to die, he would believe what he said.
He hoped to obtain some valuable information.
Zhao Layue lifted her head and looked at him, saying, "What I want to say is that you shouldn't have been so close to me."
As she started to speak, something unexpected happened.
The bracelet on her wrist suddenly turned into a silver light, shooting up like a snake. It lengthened instantly and turned into a sword rope, binding Martial Uncle Zuo's body!
Along with the cracking sounds, Martial Uncle Zuo's gray sword robe had a few cracks.
"You want to live with this thing?"
Martial Uncle Zuo said coldly while looking at her.
The simple gray flying sword appeared again and slashed at the sword rope.
Pah!!!
A fist-sized thunder fire appeared where the gray flying sword and the sword rope collided.
However, the sword rope didn't break as he had expected.
The expression on Martial Uncle Zuo's face changed slightly, wondering what was going on.
The sword rope tightened and sank into his body. In an instant, blood oozed out.
Martial Uncle Zuo grunted in pain, feeling extremely shocked and angry.
The external disciples of the Aoyama Sect usually carried sword ropes with them when they were patrolling in the wilderness to help them kill the demons and subdue their opponents.
Those sword ropes were the most common magic treasures, not even as powerful as the flying swords of the lowest state.
Why couldn't his fairy sword cut this sword rope?
What the hell was this thing? What material was it made of?
In a short time, Martial Uncle Zuo had thought of many things and guessed that there was something wrong with this sword rope. It was not as common as it looked.
It might be an important figure in the nine peaks, or it might even be a magic treasure given to Zhao Layue by the Sect Master!
Thinking of this, Martial Uncle Zuo regretted not being careful enough.
However, he wasn't afraid, nor was he worried.
Even if the sword rope was a treasure, Zhao Layue's state was too low, and she was seriously injured. How could she change the final outcome?
"Do you think you can kill me like this?"
He stared into Zhao Layue's eyes, not concealing his anger and killing intent.
The gray flying sword flew back to him and was swallowed by him.
His sword pellet trembled, and countless sword wills shot out from his body. They were like real small swords that blocked the sword chains that were shrinking.
The clouds parted to form a small line, and the starlight shone on Zhao Layue.
Her messy short hair and face were covered in blood, but she didn't look ferocious, because her eyes were still calm, like a cub ready to fight for the last time.
The flying sword was destroyed, and the sword rope was blocked. What should she do next?
Zhao Layue punched.
She used the entry-level fist technique.
It was the fist technique that the external disciples of the South Pine Pavilion practiced in the pine trees every day.
This fist technique was very common, and it was used to help the external disciples train in the Presentable Realm.
No one thought that this fist technique would appear in a fight between two swordsmen.
There was nothing special about her fist technique, but it was very standard, exactly the same as the small figures on the pages.
It was accurate because it was standard.
Dozens of fists fell on Martial Uncle Zuo like a storm.
Zhao Layue's fists were small, but very hard.
Even a strong practitioner of the Undefeated Realm couldn't withstand it after being washed by the sword intent.
With a muffled sound, dozens of dents appeared on the gray robe.
Martial Uncle Zuo spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Layue shook her wrist, and the sword rope wrapped around his neck, pulling him to the cliff wall. Her legs, which had been crossed, kicked out like lightning and hit his back.
Martial Uncle Zuo spat out another mouthful of blood.
Zhao Layue pushed against his back with her legs, falling backward, the sword rope in her hand pulled straight. … …
She wanted to use her physical strength to cut off his head.
The sword rope trembled violently and moved slowly on Martial Uncle Zuo's body, making an ear-piercing sound of friction.
"You're indeed Zhao Layue, but you can't kill me like this."
Martial Uncle Zuo panted.
The gray flying sword blocked the sword rope around his neck.
He was very angry that he was forced into such a difficult situation by a junior of a lower realm.
But as he said, Zhao Layue couldn't kill him with this.
The gap between realms couldn't be made up with courage, wisdom, or other things most of the time.
Blood kept flowing out of Zhao Layue's body. Because of the force, the flow was even faster than before.
Her face grew paler, and her eyes dimmed.
She knew that the moment she could no longer hold the sword rope would be the moment of death.
At this moment, the clouds on the peak dispersed a little, and starlight fell.
Martial Uncle Zuo looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly froze.
Even though the sword rope was around his neck, his eyes were still fixed on it.
A person had appeared in front of him.
A young man in white.
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It was not because the young man in white was too beautiful that he could still be attracted in this life-or-death battle.
He just couldn't figure out how the young man in white appeared.
Martial Uncle Zuo was shocked, confused, and even a little panicked.
Before he hurt the eagle, he had observed the surroundings and made sure there was no one else.
In the following conversation and battle, he also made sure that there was no sound around the peak — breathing, heartbeat, or footsteps.
The young man in white seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, but it also seemed that he had been standing here all along.
The question was, if he had been standing here all along, why didn't he see him? Why didn't he notice him at all?
Was he a strong man of the State of Free Travel, who could completely hide his existence between heaven and earth?
No, even a strong man of the State of Free Travel couldn't do that.
Was he a ghost?
Martial Uncle Zuo thought of many things and possibilities in a very short time, but he couldn't figure out the answer.
Jing Jiu didn't give him more time to think and raised his hand.
Martial Uncle Zuo felt a great danger. His pupils constricted, and he wanted to leave, but he was firmly locked by the sword rope and the legs behind him.
Jing Jiu's hand fell on Martial Uncle Zuo's neck.
The sound of friction was unpleasant, and sparks flew everywhere, which was extremely beautiful.
The whole process was very short.
Martial Uncle Zuo's scream and the sound of friction stopped abruptly.
A light sound came.
Martial Uncle Zuo's head fell like a ripe fruit.
Zhao Layue's face was exposed, and so were her eyes, which were still as distinct as before.
Blood gushed out from the neck cavity of the headless body, like fireworks in a grand ceremony, like a waterfall rising to the sky.
The two looked at each other through the red blood all over the sky.
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