Sensei's intention was clear, but He Zhan didn't agree with her.
Zhuo Rusui stood there casually, but he had the feeling that he was in a world of his own; he was exceedingly powerful.
Jing Jiu had stagnated in his Cultivation state for almost ten years, so he couldn't be his match.
The young girl Shui Yue Nunnery looked at Tong Yan and asked, "What do you think, Young Master Tong Yan?"
Tong Yan was a master of chess playing, and he was very intelligent, so his judgment was very accurate.
He Zhan looked at He Zhan as well, wondering what He Zhan thought and how long Jing Jiu could hold on.
Tong Yan said without a second thought, "Jing Jiu of course will win."
He Zhan didn't understand, and so did the young girl Shui Yue Nunnery. Zhuo Rusui had been behind closed doors since he was a child, and he had entered the Free Travel State at such a young age. He could be called a monster in the Cultivation world, and he was even more powerful than Zhao Layue. No matter how talented Jing Jiu was in the sword work, how could he make up for the difference in their Cultivation states?
Bai Zao asked seriously, "Why does Big Brother have more confidence than me?"
After a moment of silence, Tong Yan said, "It's because Jing Jiu's calculating ability is the best in the world. If he didn't have the confidence to win, he wouldn't have shown up."
This deduction was quite logical, or at least it sounded reasonable.
After the chess game at the Plum Meeting, Jing Jiu's calculating ability had shocked the whole land. If he didn't have the confidence to win, why would he agree to fight against Zhuo Rusui?
The young girl Shui Yue Nunnery wasn't convinced, so she asked Sensei why she thought so highly of Jing Jiu.
"It's simple," Sensei said. "It's because that person is never willing to suffer losses."
He Zhan thought of the stories about Jing Jiu over the years, and found it was true.
Sensei looked at the two figures in the valley and suddenly laughed. "Aoyama Sect really likes to play this trick."
He Zhan and the others followed his line of sight.
The night deepened and the stars shone brighter. The valley was coated with a layer of silver, and the view became much clearer.
Zhuo Rusui's eyelids drooped. He crossed his arms and looked at the ground.
Jing Jiu clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the forest on the cliff.
They were like two travelers who had entered the valley by mistake.
They didn't know each other.
He was tired of walking alone.
He was alone, yet he still had the leisure to enjoy the scenery.
He Zhan agreed with Sensei. He nodded and said, "I don't agree with anything else, but this one. She's too good at pretending."
Bai Zao recalled the scene in the snowland described by Xiang Wanshu and others later, thinking with a faint smile that it was indeed the case.
The young girl Shui Yue Nunnery suddenly exclaimed with widened eyes, "Are they going to stand so close to each other?"
The group noticed by now that Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui were only a few hundred feet away from each other, and neither of them had any intention of riding their swords to leave.
The swordsmen of Aoyama didn't like to get close to their opponents. If possible, they would try their best to keep a distance from their opponents.
But why were the two of them standing so close to each other in this sword fight between two members of Aoyama?
He Zhan shot a glance at Tong Yan and said, "Zhuo Rusui is so relaxed and confident, and he has even yielded so much; do you still think Jing Jiu has a chance?"
Tong Yan said uncertainly, "Maybe Jing Jiu has predicted this."
He Zhan said while shaking his head, "That's too shameless."
Zhuo Rusui was in the upper state of the Free Travel, much higher than Jing Jiu's. If Zhuo Rusui kept a distance from him, the sword fight tonight would become a one-sided attack, and Jing Jiu would lose for sure.
The distance between the two of them indicated that Zhuo Rusui didn't want to take advantage of the Cultivation state, and he only wanted to defeat Jing Jiu with his sword work. Was he being arrogant or was he being arrogant?
If Jing Jiu accepted the challenge because he had predicted Zhuo Rusui's arrogance, was he being shameless or was he being shameless?
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"Even so, you still can't win."
Zhuo Rusui suddenly said this while looking at a grasshopper on the back of his foot.
Jing Jiu acted as if he hadn't heard him. He untied the iron sword from his back and took off the cloth wrapping the sword.
Zhuo Rusui didn't raise his head, but he seemed to have seen Jing Jiu's iron sword, saying, "Your sword can't win either."
Jing Jiu said, "This only shows that your judgment is not good enough."
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Nobody shouted the start of the fight, and there was no countdown. The moment the cloth wrapping the sword fell on the ground, the fight began.
A tiny spark appeared in front of Jing Jiu.
His face was illuminated, and the starry night was no longer so dazzling.
Before the first spark disappeared, a second spark lit up not far away.
Soon after, more and more sparks appeared.
Some were in the sky, some on the ground, some in the forest, and some by the stream.
In an instant, innumerable sparks bloomed, just like the sea of peonies in the Hanshi Valley a few days ago.
The whole valley was illuminated.
Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui stood in the sky full of sparks. Their silhouettes were clear, and their sleeves were fluttering.
It was a beautiful scene.
"So beautiful!" Sensei exclaimed.
The young girl Shui Yue Nunnery's eyes were saying the same thing.
Bai Zao's eyes were as bright as water.
It was a beautiful thing to watch the sparks by the water, but she knew how much danger was hidden in those sparks.
Those sparks were the marks left by the collision of Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui's flying swords.
One spark meant one encounter.
Innumerable sparks meant innumerable encounters.
In an instant, the valley was filled with sparks, indicating that the two had struck out innumerable swords in a very short time.
How fast were their swords?
Looking at the magnificent scene of sparks in front of him, He Zhan's eyes were slightly startled, thinking that these two were very powerful.
Tong Yan's eyes didn't even blink as she focused on the valley. Innumerable specks of light appeared in her eyes, and then gradually faded away, perfectly reflecting all the details.
She was calculating the speed at which Jing Jiu and He Zhan's swords, the trajectory of their swords, and more.
He Zhan suddenly said, "Jing Jiu can't do it."
Tong Yan didn't say anything.
She had already calculated that Jing Jiu was indeed at a disadvantage.
The sparks seemed to cover the whole valley, but there were still some sparks.
The sparks in the east became sparser, while the sparks in the west became denser.
It was as if there was an invisible wind blowing the sparks towards where Jing Jiu was standing.
This meant that the two flying swords were getting closer and closer to Jing Jiu.
It was clear that both sides were attacking and defending.
Suddenly, there were countless sounds in the valley.
The sounds were very soft, like countless glass bottles breaking at the same time.
He Zhan and the others were slightly relieved.
The sounds of swords rang out, indicating that both sides had temporarily stopped fighting.
The sparks in the sky disappeared one by one, and the valley became dark again, as if everything that had happened was just a dream.
He Zhan's torch on the ground lit up the surroundings. There was a slight sound of wind.
A flying sword hovered in the air in Silence.
The body of the sword was gray, and it looked ordinary, but it gave off a feeling of great power.
Zhuo Rusui said with drooping eyelids, "Senior Master, you are much stronger than I thought, but your sword is really not good enough."
Jing Jiu's iron sword was famous in Aoyama, and he had inherited it from Senior Master Mo of Shiyue Peak.
But the fame of the iron sword came from that story and the way Jing Jiu obtained the iron sword; it didn't mean that the iron sword itself was very powerful.
In fact, the state of this iron sword was very ordinary, and it was excessively heavy. After being burned in the snowland for six years, it had become extremely ugly.
Zhuo Rusui could sense that Jing Jiu's sword work was exquisite, not inferior to his own; but the iron sword was too heavy, and its state was too ordinary, so the movement of the sword would be greatly affected.
It was for this reason that he had been able to be the main attacker.
"As I said, your judgment is not good enough," Jing Jiu said.
Zhuo Rusui sensed his own flying sword, and found that the sword will was a bit sluggish, as if it was affected by something.
Jing Jiu suddenly turned to look at the distance outside the valley, and then glanced at Bai Zao.
Bai Zao had also sensed it. He nodded, and then shook his head, indicating that he couldn't keep those masters out with the formation all the time.
Jing Jiu turned to Zhuo Rusui and said, "Hurry up."
"Then you should admit defeat," said Zhuo Rusui.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sparks appeared again.
This time, the sparks didn't appear in other places in the valley, like among the cliffs or by the stream, but only between the two of them.
They were about a hundred feet away from each other, and so many sparks appeared at the same time. The sparks were so dense that they almost looked like a bright mirror, and it was a bit dazzling.
Sensei and the young girl Shui Yue Nunnery covered their faces with their hands, showing their cute eyes.
He Zhan's expression was solemn, and he realized that if it were him, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand such a storm of attacks.
Zhuo Rusui was really very strong. At such a young age, he had already grasped the true meaning of the way of the sword in Aoyama. His sword essence was abundant, and his swordsmanship violent. He was indeed a monster.
The problem was, how could Jing Jiu still be able to withstand it?
Bai Zao was a bit worried about Jing Jiu, because Jing Jiu's sword was really at a disadvantage.
Zhuo Rusui was the last disciple of the sect master of Aoyama.
His flying sword looked ordinary, but it was actually of an extraordinary grade. It was probably above Guo Nanshan's Blue Ocean Sword, and was a true high grade Celestial sword.
Even if Jing Jiu's cultivation of the way of the sword was not weaker than Zhuo Rusui's, how could that ugly sword withstand such a high frequency of attacks?
Countless sparks appeared in Tong Yan's eyes.
He couldn't predict that Jing Jiu could counterattack or even win, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
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"Martial Nephew Bai, please remove the formation."
Suddenly, a deep and cold voice came from the night sky above.
Bai Zao recognized that it was Elder Yue Qianmen's voice. He had no choice but to remove the formation outside the valley.
As soon as the formation was removed, he heard a series of air-piercing sounds, and saw dozens of light rays illuminating the night sky.
Although he had been warned in advance, Jing Jiu didn't expect that this kid's level of the way of the sword was so good, and the Cloud Dream Mountain was alerted.
People from Zhongzhou School, Aoyama Sect, Shui Yue Nunnery, Kunlun Sect, and Ōzawa Sect all heard the news and rushed here, looking down at the ground from the sky.
The scene in the valley fell into everyone's eyes.
The sky was full of sparks, and Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui were standing in the middle of it.
The formation was removed, and the wind blew in from outside the valley, bringing the sparks up to the sky. It looked like tens of thousands of fireflies flying up at the same time.
People naturally knew that these sparks were the traces of the sword fight between Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui, and they were all shocked.
Were these two people actually this strong?
Those young disciples all thought that if they were standing in the valley at this moment, they would have been cut into pieces by the flying swords. Those senior masters with profound cultivation wondered if they were at this level when they were at this age, and then shook their heads with emotion, thinking that they were too far behind.
Zhuo Rusui deserved to be the last disciple of the Immortal of Aoyama Sect, and he deserved to be the monster who defeated Zhao Layue. He was unbelievably powerful. Jing Jiu deserved to be the personal disciple of the Immortal of Jingyang Sect, and he was able to resist the crazy attack of his opponent. But it was said that his state had stagnated for ten years, how could anyone tell?
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Jing Jiu sensed the arrival of the people in the sky, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
He was used to being stared at by others, but it did not mean that he liked it, whether it was his face or his sword.
He decided to end this battle, and so he let go of his hands that were always behind his back.
The iron sword suddenly appeared in the night sky, flew back to his side, and stabbed deep into the ground.
This was the best opportunity to attack.
Zhuo Rusui did not move.
At this moment, he finally raised his head.
He looked at Jing Jiu.
Feeling the change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the valley, he retreated without hesitation. He retreated to a place not far away from the forest and sat down with his legs crossed.
He closed his eyes, reached out his left palm, and formed a sword sign with the fingers of his right hand.
The flying sword appeared in the night sky, and then disappeared again.
Jing Jiu's sleeves fluttered, and he disappeared on the spot as well.
The starlight fell on the valley. It was silent, but there was great danger hidden in it.
The wind continued to blow, rustling the branches of the trees and the wild grass. Every line seemed to have turned into sword gleams, and it was extremely eerie.
No one knew whether it was the wind blowing into the cave in the cliff, or the rustling of the leaves, but the valley was filled with shrill cries.
Zhuo Rusui's face became paler and paler.
The eerie sword will filled the entire valley.
Sensei and the others could no longer stand and watch, and retreated to the top of the cliff.
He Zhan's expression was a little gloomy.
The cultivators in the night sky, mainly the young disciples, could not bear it either, and retreated more than ten miles away.
The shrill cries of the wind and the leaves suddenly disappeared, and turned into a mournful cry of the sword.
Jing Jiu appeared in front of Zhuo Rusui.
He stepped on Zhuo Rusui's flying sword.
Jing Jiu pointed at Zhuo Rusui's chest, and there was a sword gleam on his fingertip.
Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes, and looked at the approaching finger, as if he was looking at the sharpest sword in the world.
He let go of the sword formula, and no longer tried to control the flying sword. His ten fingers spread out, and he was going to use the Autumn Lock method to lock Jing Jiu's finger.
Years ago at the Sword Trial of Aoyama, Gu Han of Liangwang Peak had tried to use this method to lock Jing Jiu's sword, but he had failed.
Zhuo Rusui knew about this, but he believed that he could do what his senior brother could not.
The sword gleam flashed.
Zhuo Rusui's hand fell on Jing Jiu's sleeve.
Jing Jiu's finger fell on his chest.
Pah, pah, pah, pah.
Countless soft muffled sounds echoed in his body.
Dozens of puffs of white smoke rose from his sword robe.
Zhuo Rusui was pushed into the forest, and crashed into a tree.
The tree broke with a crack, and then fell into two halves.
As the white smoke dissipated, dozens of sword marks appeared on his body, and some blood was seeping out.
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It was deathly quiet in the valley.
It was the same in the night sky.
Heaven and earth were speechless.
Countless gazes fell on Jing Jiu. Some of them were shocked, some were in awe, and some were eager.
What method did Jing Jiu use?
His body movements were so mysterious and unpredictable that even the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth in Zhongzhou School could not surpass it.
The crowd had countless questions, and then they remembered the rumor.
"Your sect has so many talented disciples. It's really worth celebrating. But … you've hidden it well."
Yue Qianmen said this while looking at Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang. He didn't sound bitter, but he sounded more like he was testing them.
Fang Jingtian was silent, and he looked at the figure in the valley thoughtfully.
Nan Wang said calmly, "It's just a born shapeless sword body. Do you think Aoyama needs to shout it everywhere?"
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