Seeing this, Yin San stopped talking. He turned around with his hands clasped behind his back, and started to fly attentively.
Standing on the Thoughtless Sword, Zhao Layue chased after him while breaking the state.
There was no one from the Bai family in the sky.
Under the deterrence of the Sword Formation of Aoyama, the Zhongzhou School had already returned to the north after receiving the Unicorn. They didn't dare to stay here any longer.
There was only a blood-red sword light and the shadow of a big bird between heaven and earth.
The sword light and the bird's shadow were traveling among the wild mountains.
A long time had passed.
Zhao Layue still didn't break the state. Instead, the backfire of the Sword Source hurt her more and more.
Her face became paler and paler, and her eyes became dimmer and dimmer. But she didn't slow down at all.
No one knew how she could do that when she was in the initial state of Free Travel.
Even though she had sat in the Sword Peak for several years, and even though she had the Acquired Shapeless Sword Body, she couldn't bear such pain.
Normally, she would have given up at this moment.
Bravery and perseverance didn't mean that she just kept moving forward regardless of the way back or life and death, especially after she had been taught by Jing Jiu for so many years.
But she wouldn't give up today, because she understood many things.
Why Jing Jiu didn't allow her to break into the middle state of Free Travel when she could have done that several years ago?
Why Jing Jiu left her outside the Zen Hall and let her meet the Grand Master Taiping?
She had the answers to all these questions.
For example, the latter.
Jing Jiu's meaning was clear.
You can't leave him behind.
Now something happened to Jing Jiu, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
Of course, she couldn't leave him behind. Moreover, she would kill him.
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A high mountain suddenly appeared in front of the wild mountains.
The higher one went, the more sparse the vegetation became. Especially the steep cliff in front of them, which was full of rocks, like the Sword Peak in Aoyama.
This place was thousands of miles away from Aoyama, so it wasn't the Sword Peak.
If he didn't change his direction, he would directly crash into the cliff. Yin San's expression was calm as he continued forward. He didn't slow down or change his direction, as if he was going to crash into it directly.
Zhao Layue still couldn't break through, and her internal injuries worsened. Her sword pellet trembled uneasily, and it actually showed signs of collapsing.
If such a thing really happened, at the very least, he would lose his cultivation and have to start from scratch. At the very least, he would die.
Her face was as pale as blood, and there was blood at the corner of her lips. It was unknown how many times she had vomited blood on the road, but her eyes were still calm.
Even if Yin San really had some kind of escape technique that could allow him to enter the mountain, she would still follow him and kill her way in.
Yin San flew in front of the cliff and suddenly stopped. Then, he turned around and pointed a finger at the sky.
It seemed like a simple action, but it was actually very scary.
Suddenly coming to a stop while flying at a high speed was something that went against the rules of the universe. It was the real unity of movement and stillness. Even a Mighty Being at the peak of the Reaching Heaven State couldn't do it perfectly.
In all of Chaotian, Yin San and Jing Jiu were the only two brothers who could do it, or some swordsmen of the Underworld.
It was for this reason that the Unicorn's shoulder was pierced by Jing Jiu's sword in the Guocheng Temple.
Zhao Layue flew toward the cliff wall.
Pah!!!
The ordinary finger touched the center of Zhao Layue's brows with an exceedingly pure sword will.
If she didn't have the shapeless sword body, she would have been pierced through by this sword will and died instantly.
Even so, she still couldn't withstand it. She fell off the Thoughtless Sword and drifted down the cliff wall soundlessly.
He was indeed the grandmaster of Aoyama and Taiping Zhenren of the Underworld who had dominated the human world. He had put her in a desperate situation the first time he struck.
Though it seemed like a casual strike, it actually contained a great deal of calculation and experience.
The cliff wall was the heaven and earth, so it was an advantage for him to move at the same time. Most importantly, he had calculated that Zhao Layue was at her weakest after breaking through the state.
Yin San didn't take another look at Zhao Layue who was drifting down the cliff wall. He waved his sleeves slightly and was about to employ the magic method to hide in the forest.
There was a soft clank sound.
The Thoughtless Sword suddenly moved at a high speed, brushing past Jing Jiu's body with a blood-red sword light.
A wound appeared on Yin San's shoulder.
The bone flute had drifted in front of him unknowingly.
If it weren't for the protection of the bone flute, the Thoughtless Sword might have cut him in half.
Without the true spirit, even a flying sword of the Fairy State couldn't kill the enemy by itself. The Lone Sword was far from being able to do so, let alone the Thoughtless Sword.
It could only mean one thing: Zhao Layue wasn't dead yet.
The Thoughtless Sword didn't stop there. It turned into a blood-red light and flew down the cliff wall at a high speed.
A moment later, Zhao Layue came back to the cliff wall by stepping on the sword.
The black in her eyes were darker, and the white was whiter. It was very obvious.
Her eyes were enough to attract everyone's attention, so no one could notice her pale face and bloodstained clothes.
What was more unimaginable was that the spirit she emitted was obviously stronger than before, and it was extremely stable, as if the stream had passed through the dark valley and arrived at the peaceful pine forest.
Yin San's finger attack was indeed powerful, so powerful that she couldn't avoid it. However, the clear sword will entered her body and triggered the counterattack of the Sword Pill, which was about to collapse.
The swordsmanship of Aoyama was about starting from the inside and then the outside. The sword will fought with the Sword Pill, which gave her time to control the chaotic sword will.
During the moment when she drifted down the cliff, she guarded her Taoist Heart and calmed her sword will. The second fusion was successful, and she entered the middle state of Free Travel!
No one had expected such a result. Yin San didn't expect it, and neither did Zhao Layue.
What she thought of was another thing.
From the Guocheng Temple to here, Yin San hadn't launched any attack. But now he suddenly launched an attack. It seemed that he had a perfect grasp of the environment and timing, but it was also because he felt that he had no hope of getting rid of her and felt uneasy.
"You're afraid," Zhao Layue said while looking at Yin San's eyes.
After a moment of silence, Yin San said with a smile, "No, I just realized that I made a mistake. I should have killed you before leaving."
Zhao Layue said emotionlessly, "Now my state is higher than yours. Can you still kill me?"
"If a high state means greatness, there wouldn't be so many boring fights in the Cultivation world. You can just report your state when you meet."
Yin San stopped smiling and said seriously while looking at her, "It's not too late for me to kill you now."
Without saying anything else, Zhao Layue started to attack.
Now her state was higher than Yin San's, and the Thoughtless Sword was the fastest sword among the main swords of the Nine Peaks of Aoyama. She could catch up with Yin San easily.
Even if Yin San didn't want to fight, he had to.
The blood-red sword light illuminated the cliff wall and hacked at it fiercely.
What Zhao Layue used was of course the Nine-Deaths Sword Style of Shenmo Peak.
She wouldn't regret it even if she died nine times.
After the Immortal Jingyang, she was the only one in the world who knew this sword style.
In fact, she was the only one who was most suitable for this sword style.
Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank! Dozens of clanking sounds rang out.
Zhao Layue retreated more than a hundred feet by stepping on her sword. She looked at Yin San floating in front of the cliff wall with a serious expression.
An invisible wound appeared on her left shoulder.
The thing that hurt her was the bone flute.
It was unknown what material the bone flute was made of and how Yin San refined it. It could fight like a flying sword and was extremely hard. The Thoughtless Sword hacked at it more than a dozen times but failed to break it. Instead, she was hurt by the sword will that floated out of the bone flute.
Yin San floated in front of the cliff wall with his clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked like a fairy, just like the sword will that floated out of the bone flute. It was mysterious and unpredictable.
"It's said that you are talented in Cultivation. It seems that the rumors are true. You are even better than Nan Wang. It's a pity that your teacher is too lazy to teach you. You know too little swordsmanship. So when you fight with your sword, it's inevitable that it's a little simple. Simple means boring. "
Zhao Layue was born with natural Taoist quality and a genius in swordsmanship. The Nine-Deaths Sword Style that she cultivated for more than twenty years was judged boring by him.
But thinking of his identity and the invisible wound on Zhao Layue's shoulder, she had to admit that he was qualified to make such an evaluation.
Jing Jiu taught Zhao Layue the Nine-Deaths Sword Style, Gu Qing the Inherited Heaven Sword Style, and Yuan Qu the Seven-Plum Sword Style. He taught them only one sword style, not several sword styles at the same time.
What Yin San said was a denial of Jing Jiu's opinion.
Zhao Layue disagreed, saying, "Don't bite off more than you can chew."
"Some sword styles in the current nine peaks of Aoyama are indeed a bit inferior, but you should still learn them. You should go to the hermit peaks to see if there are any old sword scripts suitable for you. In addition, some other places in the world have good sword styles, like the No-Mercy Sect."
Yin San said, "Only by learning all kinds of sword styles can you truly understand the principle that everything is a sword."
Zhao Layue asked thoughtfully, "Everything is a sword? All in One Sword? "
Yin San sighed, "Aoyama is indeed getting worse with each generation. The first page of the Sword Script has four words written clearly; but why is it so difficult to remember them?"
Zhao Layue bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Grandmaster."
Yin San waved his hand, saying, "No need to be so courteous. You will die here today anyway."
"I don't think so," said Zhao Layue.
No sooner had she said this than she started to attack again.
As Yin San said, the Cultivation state couldn't decide everything.
She had practiced the sword work for no more than thirty years, while Yin San had practiced it for more than a thousand years; how could they be compared?
In an instant, two more invisible wounds appeared on her body.
Yet, she remained calm.
Yet, Yin San felt it odd.
This time, Zhao Layue's attack was evidently different from before. Her sword moves were more powerful, but her sword wills were less agile.
Her talent in the sword work shouldn't have led to such a situation.
It could only mean one thing: she had done it on purpose.
The more powerful her sword moves were, the louder the sword chime became.
Who was she trying to inform?
Yin San raised his eyebrows slightly. If this place was still near the Guocheng Temple or a Cultivation sect, there might be some Cultivation practitioners who could hear her sword chime.
But this was a barren mountain, a wild mountain. Who could it be?
He had never believed in the stories of finding treasures in the wild, of encountering apes in the wild, or of encountering immortals when one was about to die.
Wang Xiaoming, the current Master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, had encountered many such stories, but they were all arranged by him.
Zhao Layue's sword moves suddenly changed, and she hacked down on Yin San like a violent storm.
Yin San stopped thinking about these things, and responded calmly.
A cloud of dust suddenly rose from the wild forest at the foot of the cliff, as if someone was rushing over at a high speed.
Boom!!! The wild forest was crushed by the energy, and a piece of flat land with a circumference of one hundred feet appeared.
A person leaped up by riding a sword, leaving a silver line in front of the cliff at an extremely fast speed. He was at least a Cultivation practitioner in the State of Free Travel.
What was surprising was that the person didn't use a sword style, but a burning fist with billowing black smoke!
A loud bang resounded!
The horrifying fist came right at him.
Yin San retreated to the cliff, knocking down the cliff wall with countless rocks. A trace of scorch appeared on his clothes. "Interesting," he said after a slight hesitation.
The approaching person was standing on a small silver flying sword. The difference in size was huge, and it was indeed interesting to watch.
Yin San found it interesting not because of the sword, but because he knew this person and this sword.
Liu Shisui and the Lone Sword.
"I informed you when I passed by the vegetable garden. Why did you come so late?"
Zhao Layue asked while looking at him, thinking that there must be something wrong.
Liu Shisui noticed that there was something wrong with her breath, so he flew to her side, and said casually, "This sword doesn't listen to me. I don't know what's going on."
It had taken him more time to get here from the vegetable garden than he had imagined. If he hadn't followed the traces of the Thoughtless Sword all the way, he would have lost it long ago. The speed of the Lone Sword was not as fast as that of the Thoughtless Sword, and for some reason, the small silver sword seemed a little timid today, and even seemed to deliberately lose its way.
Zhao Layue also felt that the Thoughtless Sword was a little strange today. Even when she didn't deliberately suppress it, it still couldn't let go.
"Old swords naturally have deep feelings."
Yin San said indifferently, "These two swords were left by me to him, so he naturally recognizes me."
Only then did Liu Shisui see his face clearly. He was very surprised and shouted, "Senior! How come it's you? "
Zhao Layue's eyes were slightly cold, and she asked, "You know him?"
Liu Shisui was a little confused, and said, "Yes."
Zhao Layue said, "Don't worry about that. Kill him first."
Liu Shisui looked at the bloodstains on her body and asked, "What's going on?"
Zhao Layue looked at Yin San, in case he suddenly left, and said, "He wants to kill Jing Jiu."
Liu Shisui knew that the Guocheng Temple had something to do today, but because of his deep-rooted trust in Jing Jiu, he obediently listened to Jing Jiu's arrangements and didn't go. Hearing Zhao Layue's words, he became really worried, and asked, "Is Young Master all right?"
Zhao Layue didn't say anything.
Liu Shisui was silent for a while, and then he looked at Yin San and asked, "Senior, who are you?"
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The chase began again.
But this time, it was Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui who were chasing Yin San.
Of course, before that, there were some short conversations, mental activities, and pictures that were worth describing, but didn't need to be described because the ending had already been decided.
For example, when Liu Shisui learned that the young monk was his Grandmaster Taiping Zhenren, he was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide enough to swallow Xiao He's fist.
Yin San sighed with emotion, "How dare you use the Lone Sword and the Thoughtless Sword, the two famous swords of Aoyama, to chase after me, the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama."
And when Zhao Layue asked Liu Shisui what to choose, Liu Shisui still thought about it.
He wasn't thinking about which side to choose, but how to persuade the Grandmaster to stay and listen to his Young Master's arrangements.
Two rays of sword light, one red and one silver, chased after the gray bird flying between heaven and earth. They left the wild mountains and came to the plain.
The plain below was gradually covered with snow, but as the dusk approached, the snow could no longer be seen.
Finally, the night came. Fireworks rose from the plain from time to time, which looked very beautiful.
The fireworks illuminated the road ahead.
The shadow of the bird flew past, and so did the sword light.
Every once in a while, the shadow of the bird and the sword light would stop for a while at the ruined temple at the entrance of the village, or by the wild graves in the mountains.
That was the moment of real danger.
Then, the shadow of the bird would leave the battle and fly away.
The sword light caught up with it again.
In such a chase, the night grew darker and darker, but the fireworks didn't stop.
Suddenly, the whole world started to be lit up with firecrackers, cracking and shaking the night sky.
The New Year arrived.
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