Zhuo Rusui was very excited. He yelled loudly, and his voice cracked at the end; it sounded a bit ridiculous.
What he said was even more absurd and ridiculous.
Everyone knew that Jing Jiu held the Fairy Book in his left hand and couldn't let it go, so he could only put it behind his back. But what he said sounded like he was really letting the Kylin use one of his hands.
Besides, a sword practitioner in the State of Free Travel didn't need the help of the sword incantation. What was the difference between one hand and two hands?
The Kylin ignored this crazy disciple of Aoyama who dared not look at him with his head lowered. He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "Right here?"
Zhao Layue suddenly said, "You've lived for tens of thousands of years, but you can't even control your strength. Who did you live on?"
She had been silent for a long time. She suddenly said something that she would never say under normal circumstances because she was really nervous at this time.
She didn't know what this Tranquil Garden meant to Jing Jiu, but she believed that Jing Jiu would benefit more here.
"Anyway, I didn't live on your dog."
The Kylin said indifferently. He didn't pay attention to this crazy disciple of Aoyama who kept staring at a distant hall, and asked, "Shall we start?"
As he spoke, he stared into Jing Jiu's eyes. Both he and Bai Zhenren were suspicious of Jing Jiu's background. If he was really the reincarnation of Jingyang, they would pay more attention to him, even though he was only in the middle State of Free Travel and could be killed with a flick of his finger.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He moved his wrist slightly, and the tip of the black iron sword tilted up slightly.
This movement was very casual and calm, hiding his extreme confidence. In the eyes of the Kylin, it was extremely provocative.
The Kylin looked indifferent. He flicked his right hand, and a smoke-like straight line attacked toward Jing Jiu's face.
The smoke looked very thin, but it gave people a horrible feeling, as if it were as heavy as a mountain.
Seeing this, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly. She knew she couldn't block it.
Most importantly, even if she wanted to resist with the Thoughtless Sword, she wouldn't have enough time to do so.
The Unicorn's seemingly casual movement was actually as fast as lightning. The people in the Tranquil Garden didn't even see when he raised his hand, when he bent his fingers, or when he flicked his fingers.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
He had indeed suppressed his cultivation level to the Nascent Soul stage, but his divine arts were still terrifying.
He possessed unimaginable power, so naturally, he possessed unparalleled speed.
No matter how one looked at it, it was impossible for Jing Jiu to avoid Qilin's finger, no matter how mysterious and unpredictable his Netherworld Fairy Sword was.
But he blocked it.
When the Qilin was staring at his eyes, he was also looking at the Qilin.
What he was looking at was not Qilin's hand, nor was it Qilin's shoulder, nor was it the traces of Qilin's clothes being blown up by the wind, but Qilin's eyes.
The Qilin's eyes moved slightly, and he moved. Moreover, he had already calculated the place where that finger would land.
The wide and ugly black iron sword broke through the air and returned. It was like a piece of armor, blocking in front of his body. It covered his eyes, and it also covered the sky.
Since it could even cover the sky, nothing could pass through it.
That wisp of smoke fell accurately on the black iron sword.
The melted dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to have become elastic, sinking slightly, and then bouncing back quickly.
The tangible power continued to flow into the sword, spreading in all directions, and finally returned to the air, producing a dozen invisible airwaves.
Finally, all of this was presented in the form of sound.
A soft sound was heard, and then it turned into a terrifying boom in a very short time!
Boom! It was like a Heavenly Thunder had exploded on the ground.
Even if all the bells in the world rang at the same time, it would be impossible to cover it up!
The airwaves rolled up everything in the Tranquil Garden, and smoke and dust rose.
Zhuo Rusui's face turned pale.
Xi Yiyun spat out another mouthful of blood.
Bai Qianjun grunted and took two steps back.
And this was the result after Monk Duhai and Monk Dachang had helped to isolate it.
Just how much godly power was contained in that finger that was like a light smoke?
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A sword flicked.
The sound shook the Nine Heavens.
All the monks in the Guocheng Temple heard it, and they walked out of the temple, looking in the direction of the backyard in confusion.
The villagers who were preparing to celebrate the New Year outside the temple also heard it clearly, wondering which village the Heavenly Thunder came from for it to make such a noise.
In the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was a bit worried when he heard the loud noise. He could tell that it was not the Heavenly Thunder.
Seeing his expression, Xiao He said softly, "How about … you go and have a look?"
After a moment of silence, Liu Shisui picked up the chopsticks and continued eating, saying, "The Young Master must have his reasons for not letting me go. I'll listen to him."
Xiao He didn't understand, asking, "Aren't you afraid that something bad will happen to him?"
Liu Shisui picked up the chopsticks and stirred the shredded beef with pickled vegetables into the rice, and ate a big mouthful, saying vaguely, "The Young Master will be fine."
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Jing Jiu had something to do.
When the smoke and dust settled, he was no longer in the same place, but had "retreated" into the roofed corridor …
His body had created a gap a few feet deep in the roofed corridor, as if he had sunk into it.
A dozen faint and distinct sword wills came out along with his hair and clothes, and his born shapeless sword body had already manifested.
The Unicorn had merely pointed his finger casually, but he had forced Jing Jiu to use all of his sword wills.
It was true that the Unicorn had merely used the Cultivation state of the Yuanying State, but his true body was … too powerful.
As mentioned earlier, he was the top swordsman in Chaotian, save for the one in the Snowy Kingdom.
What shocked the people in the Tranquil Garden was not the prowess of the Unicorn, because it was known to all; it was the fact that Jing Jiu didn't fall down.
Jing Jiu walked out from the roofed corridor, the wood shavings falling off his clothes, and fresh blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.
He lifted up his left hand holding the Fairy Book and wiped the blood off the corners of his mouth. Then, the blood was burned into a puff of green smoke, leaving no trace behind.
Nobody noticed that a few strands of green smoke had entered his left hand through the cracks between his fingers.
Seeing this, Xi Yiyun was shocked speechless, and Bai Qianjun was even more shocked that Jing Jiu had withstood a blow from the Unicorn!
The Unicorn took a step forward with narrowed eyes.
It was then that a shout broke out in the Tranquil Garden.
"The first blow!"
The speaker was still Zhuo Rusui, and what he shouted was something that everybody already knew.
He didn't intend to ease the tense atmosphere, but he intended to interrupt the rhythm and buy some time for Jing Jiu to recover.
It was then that he didn't lift his head. Looking at the black iron sword hanging by Jing Jiu's side, he thought that the sword should be broken.
The whole of Aoyama knew that the sword Jing Jiu had inherited was the sword of Senior Master Mo of Shiyue Peak.
There was nothing special about this iron sword, except that it was a bit wide.
As Jing Jiu's Cultivation state grew higher and higher, more and more people felt pity for him, thinking that this iron sword wasn't good enough for him. Zhuo Rusui had the same thought.
Crack!!! A crack appeared on the surface of the black iron sword, and then it gradually grew bigger.
Seeing this, Zhuo Rusui felt helpless, thinking that he had told him earlier that this sword of Jing Jiu's was not good enough, and that it was useless except for being stained with some poison.
"How dare you point it at this old man with such a broken iron?" the Unicorn demanded while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He raised the iron sword in his hand again.
Pah!!! The heavy object fell to the ground.
It wasn't that the iron sword was broken; it was that a piece of rust on the iron sword had peeled off and dropped to the ground like a stone, breaking into a few pieces.
Would the iron sword break into pieces like this piece of rust later?
Though Jing Jiu was wounded badly, he didn't show any fear. He was still pointing the sword at the Unicorn. The tip of the sword moved up and down along with the movement of his wrist.
Bai Qianjun had figured out the intention of Jing Jiu, and he was extremely angry, wondering if Jing Jiu was fishing. How dare he do such a thing to the divine guardian animal of our sect; it was extremely rude!
As the iron sword moved up and down, the black, thick, and ugly rust peeled off a bit more, exposing some bright spots on the sword.
All of a sudden, a gust of wind rose, and Jing Jiu's figure suddenly turned illusionary. He arrived in the sky outside the Tranquil Garden, and then landed on a mountain a few miles away like a flickering candle flame.
This kind of movement was unpredictable and fast. Even the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth of the Zhongzhou School couldn't compare to it.
The people in the Tranquil Garden didn't know about the existence of the Underworld Fairy Sword, wondering if the legendary shapeless sword body had such a magic power.
The expression on Xi Yiyun's face changed slightly, as he recalled the Fairy Illusionary Movement that Jing Jiu had demonstrated in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror.
The expression on Bai Qianjun's face grew even more terrible. On Mount Buzhou in the Illusionary Realm, he and dozens of swordsmen of the Qin Kingdom were killed by Jing Jiu in such a state. How could he forget it? He didn't expect Jing Jiu to employ such a mysterious and unpredictable sword style in the real world, and it seemed that his sword style was even more powerful than Jing Jiu's.
The expression in the Unicorn's eyes grew colder, indicating his anger and lethal intent.
He was even more certain now that the figure who had escaped from the Fiend Prison was this person, and it was this person who had killed the Old Dragon!
As the strong wind whistled, he disappeared from the original spot and arrived in the sky above the mountain in an instant. He thrust his palm toward Jing Jiu from the sky.
Even a dim light couldn't be extinguished in the strong wind.
Jing Jiu drifted unsteadily to the east and to the west. It was unclear how he had gotten out of the range of the wind generated by the palm and arrived in the high sky.
The magic prowess of the Unicorn was formidable. Even though he had hit the air with his palm, he could still draw back the force of his palm and break it into countless strong arrows, shooting toward the sky.
It was then that someone in the village outside the Guocheng Temple lit the firecrackers. Crack!
Crack!!! Countless sounds of firecrackers broke out, covering the sound of the exploding strong arrows.
The people in the Tranquil Garden looked up, but all they could see were the shooting stars and a flash of sword light traveling among them. Monk Duhai was the only one who could vaguely see the figure of Jing Jiu. It was easy to imagine how fast Jing Jiu was traveling at the moment.
Zhuo Rusui didn't raise his head. He stared at a wild grass among the stone slabs that was shivering, his face pale. He wondered if it was time to look at it. When should he look at it? Should he look at it?
The wind had stopped and the clouds quieted down. The shooting stars in the sky had turned into nothingness. The figure of Jing Jiu reappeared and landed on the ground. His white cloth looked like the clouds, making no sound.
The Unicorn had also returned to the Tranquil Garden.
Since they had agreed to strike three times, he had only struck one palm from the very beginning. He didn't follow up with another attack.
The Unicorn's palm turned into a sky full of shooting stars, which could be counted as a strike. But considering his status and seniority, it was actually a bit excessive.
Zhuo Rusui was still worried. He yelled while looking at the ground, "Two … Eh?"
He suddenly felt that his eyes were dazzled.
It seemed that Jing Jiu's feet had disappeared in front of his eyes for a moment.
Then, the Tranquil Garden fell into a deathly silence.
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When Zhuo Rusui lowered his head, a flash of sword light burst out in the Tranquil Garden, followed by a faint sound of "Crack!".
Jing Jiu returned to his original spot. His face was pale; it was obvious that he had been severely injured.
But nobody was looking at him.
Everybody was looking at the Unicorn.
There was an extremely shallow wound on the corner of the Unicorn's eyebrows, and a tiny drop of blood was seeping out slowly.
He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said slowly, word by word, "How dare you hurt me …"
Jing Jiu said, "I'll take three strikes from you. I didn't say I couldn't fight back."
The Unicorn didn't expect that Jing Jiu could still fight back under such circumstances; he didn't prepare for it. And he didn't expect that Jing Jiu's Body Movement could be even faster, which was why he was hit by the Unicorn's sword.
But this was not the point. The point was that the Unicorn didn't expect that Jing Jiu's sword could hurt him.
Nobody in the Tranquil Garden expected this. They were stunned speechless when they saw the drop of blood on the Unicorn's eyebrows.
How could a young man in the middle state of the Free Travel, who had cultivated for less than thirty years, be able to hurt the Unicorn?
How could this be possible?
Zhuo Rusui was also shocked when he heard the conversation.
Even if the Unicorn had suppressed himself to the Yuanying State, how could the Divine Body be broken? What kind of sword did you use?
My own sword is definitely not good enough. I'm afraid that not all the main swords in the nine peaks of Aoyama can do it. Did you use the Thoughtless Sword?
Looking at the back of Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue pinched a sword spell with her left hand to suppress the restless Thoughtless Sword in the Sword Pill.
Monk Duhai knew more about the inside story. He looked at Jing Jiu, wondering if Jing Jiu was using the Lone Sword, which was the sharpest in the legends.
In the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui looked at the bracelet on his wrist, which was buzzing excitedly, wondering what had happened in the Guocheng Temple.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He raised the black iron sword in his hand again and aimed at the Unicorn.
Along with his movement, the rust on the black iron sword fell off, revealing the extremely bright sword body.
Monk Duhai looked at the sword and sensed the sharp, destructive, and violent complicated energy coming from it. He asked in shock, "What sword is this?"
Jing Jiu's eyes became a bit empty, and his voice became even colder, just like the sword.
"The Sword of the Universe."
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