The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean straightened his body in the ocean water and looked at Guo Dong who was retreating in the ocean water, the expression in his eyes indifferent.
This movement made the fresh blood come out from his body again, dyeing the surrounding seawater red.
He was wounded severely at the moment, and his prowess was much weaker than usual.
Pei Baifa had been defeated by him before, but he had cultivated behind closed doors on the Longevity Mountain for many years and had improved his Cultivation state.
Though he was defeated by him again today, he had paid a great price for it.
Yet, he was fully aware that Pei Baifa wasn't the last resort in this assassination scheme.
Pei Baifa couldn't kill him.
This was his judgment of himself, and he believed that those who dared to plot against him would have the same judgment.
This judgment was filled with unimaginable confidence.
He didn't suppress his wound and fell into the ocean, pretending to be unconscious, waiting for the real lethal strike.
Even when Tong Lu was about to strike, he still didn't open his eyes.
He didn't expect Tong Lu to be hesitant, and the one who would strike was a seemingly ordinary young woman.
The formidable and formidable sword wills left the body of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean along with the blood, heading toward the distance.
Guo Dong retreated to the deep part of the ocean, her body on the verge of disappearing into the darkness.
A white handkerchief appeared in her hand.
Pah!!!
A crack appeared on the handkerchief, spreading to both sides, exposing the broken sections of the silk threads, which looked like gold or jade.
This handkerchief was made of the precious natural worm silk.
The sword wills arrived again.
Another handkerchief appeared in Guo Dong's hand.
A crack appeared on the handkerchief again, and then spread out.
Pah!!!
A series of sounds rang out in the ocean water.
Dozens of handkerchiefs broke apart, dancing like butterflies.
Nothing could block the sword wills anymore.
The lapel of Guo Dong's dress cracked slightly.
A ray of light came out, and then broke into countless light specks.
Her protective magic treasure was also broken.
Guo Dong lifted her face slightly, a string of blood beads drifting out from the corner of her mouth, hovering quietly in the ocean water.
Her body was hovering quietly in the ocean water, not moving anymore.
The expression in her eyes was still calm, devoid of any fear of death.
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Looking at the young woman in the distant ocean water, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had a strange feeling.
Her Cultivation state was high for someone of her age, but it was not worth mentioning for him.
Yet, he sensed clearly that if he were unconscious earlier, the palm of the young woman would definitely kill him.
This had nothing to do with one's realm, but with one's foresight and experience.
Regardless of whether it was her aura or anything else, it showed that she was indeed very young. However, he had never seen such a seasoned and ruthless attack.
He withdrew his line of sight from the handkerchief floating in the seawater and sent a wisp of his divine sense over.
"Who are you to Shui Yue Nunnery?"
Guo Dong didn't answer this question.
Tong Yan's plan didn't include her.
But she knew what Tong Yan meant.
She had come to the West Ocean even though she hadn't recovered her cultivation base yet.
Pei Baifa wasn't a lethal move; neither was Tong Lu nor Su Ziye; but she was.
Unfortunately, she was still unable to kill Jian Xi.
Making a move now was indeed a little too forceful.
She thought to herself.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean didn't get angry because of her silence.
He turned around and looked at the green boat that was flying into the distance.
The entire West Ocean sensed his mighty divine will.
"This is your trap. I came to participate, but you still lost."
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The green flying boat was a demonic artifact of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and its speed was extremely fast. At this moment, it was already more than two hundred miles away from the islands of the West Sea.
Yet, nothing could travel faster than the divine will.
Thunder suddenly boomed in the tranquil heaven and earth.
It was the words of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
Su Ziye suddenly said with his head lowered, "No need to pretend. They have already failed."
Pei Baifa opened his eyes slowly and said, "I'm blind even though I have my eyes open."
His gloomy eyes reflected the gloomy sky, devoid of any expression.
This statement seemed to have a profound meaning, but it also seemed to have no meaning.
Looking at him, Su Ziye said with a strange expression, "He is too powerful; we can't kill him."
Pei Baifa said, "Yes, I told you that."
Su Ziye said, "But you still want to kill him."
Pei Baifa said, "Someone has to kill him."
Su Ziye said while staring into his eyes, "But you're going to die."
"It's because I'm going to die."
Pei Baifa continued after a pause, "And I'm indeed going to die."
After a moment of silence, Su Ziye suddenly struck out as fast as lightning.
A faint sound rang out.
His right hand pierced deeply into Pei Baifa's chest.
Almost at the same time, Pei Baifa thrust his palm down.
Though he was severely wounded and on the verge of death, he was still a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State.
This palm strike was like the clouds returning to the mountain, light and unavoidable.
Pah!!! Pei Baifa's palm hit Su Ziye's head.
Su Ziye's forearm was covered with a layer of shallow scales, fresh blood flowing out from the scales.
The back of Pei Baifa's hand was full of wrinkles, white smoke rising from it.
Su Ziye's face was pale, and his body was trembling. It seemed that he was in great pain, sweating profusely.
Pei Baifa's expression was indifferent, and he was even looking in another direction.
"No!"
A shocking shout suddenly burst out on the surface of the ocean.
It was too late.
Su Ziye pulled his hand out of Pei Baifa's chest, holding a broken heart in his hand.
Pei Baifa's hand slid down feebly, as if he had touched Su Ziye's face lightly.
Su Ziye's face was even paler than before, like the snow.
Pei Baifa said in a feeble voice, "The small boat is gone from here on."
Su Ziye said in a low voice, "Goodbye."
Pei Baifa closed his eyes, no longer breathing.
An angry shout burst out on the surface of the ocean again.
"I'm going to kill you!"
A violent wind suddenly whipped up. A magic treasure that looked like a mist or a gauze fell down along with the water vapor, enshrouding the green boat.
It was the Huanxi Gauze of Shui Yue Nunnery.
He Zhan, covered in water, leaped over like a madman.
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The death of a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State would cause some reaction in heaven and earth.
A patch of cloud suddenly appeared in the blue sky.
In this incomparably vast world, this cloud just happened to block the sun, and it was completely unbiased.
The whole of the West Ocean grew dark.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was the first to sense the death of Pei Baifa.
After a moment of silence, he waved his sleeve lightly.
The flowing of the ocean water couldn't be seen at the bottom of the ocean, but the ocean water that rose up along with his sleeve was actually extremely violent.
It was like this sword of his. It was very casual, and it couldn't be seen, but it was extremely formidable.
Guo Dong couldn't evade this sword, let alone leave.
They were all dead, and she should be dead as well.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was fully aware that this extraordinary young woman must have her own story, but he didn't want to hear it.
Knowing was usually a kind of cause and effect.
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The sword light fell down.
The ocean water parted.
It was empty.
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The sword struck the empty air.
Guo Dong disappeared from the original spot.
As she reappeared, she was already a few thousand feet away.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was a bit surprised, looking in that direction.
The ocean water there was filled with bubbles, and the scene was a bit blurry.
Yet, he could see clearly that it was a young man who led Guo Dong away.
After a brief moment of bewilderment, the young man led Guo Dong to a farther place. His movements were erratic and unpredictable, as if he were a ghost.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean broke through the ocean water and arrived in the sky.
He looked at the surface of the ocean, and his line of sight grew distant. Then he wielded his sword again.
The formidable sword wills enshrouded the surface of the ocean.
A great amount of blood shot out from the surface of his body like sharp arrows.
A flash of cold sword light landed a few miles away, noiselessly.
He paid no more attention to the situation there. He turned around and looked at the green boat a few miles away. He waved his right hand, and another flash of sword light shot out.
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The magic treasure that looked like fog and gauze bound the green boat tightly, preventing it from leaving.
He Zhan charged at Su Ziye like a madman.
Su Ziye shot him a glance and turned around to leave.
A green leaf appeared in the Huanxi Gauze.
He Zhan landed on the gauze and held Pei Baifa's corpse in his arms as it fell down from the sky.
The body in his arms had lost its warmth, and the bloody hole in the chest of the old man was a shocking sight.
He Zhan's face was pale, and he was in a daze. He didn't notice the sword light coming from the distant ocean, and he was on the verge of death.
A spray appeared on the surface of the ocean.
Gu Qing rode his sword and blocked in front of He Zhan.
In his current Cultivation state, how could he block a sword wielded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean?
In an instant, he remembered what his Master had told him before he left.
"If you encounter a problem, throw the cat away."
Without hesitation, Gu Qing threw the white cat in his arms toward the sword light.
The white cat flew up in the sky, his four limbs spread out, his long hair tousling in the wind.
As the sword light approached, it seemed that the lightning had struck the surface of the ocean.
The white cat let out a dreadful shriek, and the wind and clouds around him intertwined, blocking the sword light.
Boom!!! Countless huge waves as high as the mountains crashed onto the surface of the ocean.
Gu Qing didn't dare hesitate. He covered He Zhan with the Huanxi Gauze and rode his sword toward the east.
It was unclear when the white cat had returned to Gu Qing's chest.
He lowered his head and licked his right front paw, the blood stains between his fingers.
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The huge waves as high as the mountains crashed into the ocean, creating countless sprays, like a rainstorm.
As the rainstorm fell down, Su Ziye turned around and watched Gu Qing leave with He Zhan expressionlessly.
Dragged in the gauze net, He Zhan looked like a pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse, rubbing against the surface of the ocean once in a while, creating many sprays.
Seeing this scene, Su Ziye suddenly let out a laugh.
It didn't take long before he returned to the place where the group of the Western Sea Sword School was.
"Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you. Pei Baifa is dead."
He said this while looking at the tall figure in the sky.
It turned out that he had betrayed the school a long time ago.
Since the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was aware of this fatal trap, it was impossible for him to be killed.
Tong Lu spat on his face.
Su Ziye could have dodged it, but he didn't. He stood on the same spot in Silence.
Pah!!! The spittle landed on his green face, looking even paler and more disgusting than before.
"You're a pile of pus, green and stinky."
Tong Lu said this while staring into his eyes.
Su Ziye didn't try to defend himself, remaining silent.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean asked Tong Lu expressionlessly, "What are you then?"
After a long moment of silence, Tong Lu said, "Master, I hope you're perfect."
"Nobody is perfect," the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said, "except for the dead."
Tong Lu said, "Though this disciple didn't mean it, what you said is sensible."
Having said that, the West Cold Sword left the bottom of his feet.
He fell down from the sky.
A flash of sword light flashed.
The West Cold Sword brushed past his throat, leaving a bloody line behind.
Tong Lu's body landed on the surface of the ocean.
It was impacted.
His head separated from his body.
Gradually, it separated from the surface of the ocean.
He sank gradually.
After a moment of silence, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said, "You didn't dodge it, which means you feel guilty. It's good."
He said this while looking at Su Ziye.
Yet, both Su Ziye and the disciples of the Western Sea Sword School thought this statement was directed at Tong Lu.
It was quiet on the surface of the ocean, the sound of the waves barely audible.
Su Ziye asked, "Who was the person who showed up later?"
"It was someone from Aoyama."
The voice of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was devoid of emotion.
Su Ziye arched his eyebrows slightly. The scheme designed by Tong Yan didn't involve the disciples of Aoyama; was it possible that Guo Dong invited them?
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean looked at the patch of ocean ten miles away.
That person moved so fast that it was unclear which peak the elder of the Aoyama Sect belonged to. But since he was hit by his sword, he would die for sure.
Except for Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, the nine peaks of Aoyama were of no significance to him.
But who was the person who blocked his sword in the end?
He should use his spiritual awareness to ascertain the situation at that place, but he was wounded severely by Pei Baifa that day, and … he was a bit tired.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean turned around and flew toward the Islands.
Looking at his back, Su Ziye suddenly felt that this unparalleled swordsman seemed a bit old.
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The dead fish drifted to the surface of the ocean once in a while, but they were few in number, attracting a few birds to descend and peck at them.
Some of the dead fish were washed onto the beach by the ocean waves.
The dead birds, broken wood, and white foam could be seen on the beach, exuding an unpleasant smell.
As the ocean waves receded, two people appeared on the beach, holding each other.
Jing Jiu was lying on the ground, Guo Dong in his bosom.
The seawater dripped down from his wet hair and landed on Jing Jiu's face, waking him up.
Looking at her face, Jing Jiu still couldn't find anything familiar about her.
Guo Dong was also looking at his face.
Jing Jiu's face was very good-looking.
They were so close to each other. If it were any other girl, she would feel a bit shy under such circumstances, but she didn't feel anything.
"How long are you going to lie here?"
"It should be a long time," replied Jing Jiu.
She realized by now that he was wounded and couldn't get up.
The sound of ocean waves faded away.
Guo Dong turned around from Jing Jiu's bosom. This simple movement had used up all of her energy.
As her gaze fell on Jing Jiu's body, she realized that his wound was more severe than she had imagined.
Jing Jiu's body was almost cut in half, with only his vertebrae still connected.
There was a large gap at his waist.
If one looked down from above, they could even see the sandy ground under his body.
It was a bloody scene, but in fact, there was no blood at all.
The fresh blood had been washed away by the ocean water, and the broken muscles and internal organs looked white after being washed. They looked smooth, devoid of any impurities or dirt.
The expression on Guo Dong's face changed slightly.
It wasn't because Jing Jiu was still alive after suffering such a severe wound, and he didn't scream out in pain.
It wasn't because the sword wielded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean from a distance of ten miles was so powerful.
"This is the first time I've seen someone whose internal organs are as clean as yours," she said.
"Have you seen many people's internal organs?" asked Jing Jiu.
Guo Dong replied, "Nobody has seen more internal organs than me."
Jing Jiu thought it was a matter of course.
The flames of war lasted for three months.
Tens of thousands of people died at your hands.
She had seen this kind of scene the most.
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