"It's him."
Bu Qiuxiao said thoughtfully, "I heard that he had reached the upper limit of the Broken Sea State a long time ago. It looks like he is indeed extraordinary today."
He of course had heard of this Master of Shiyue Peak in Aoyama. However, this Immortal had always kept a low profile and stayed behind closed doors over the years, so the two of them had never met.
He Wei and the other sect masters nodded in silence. Those regular disciples had never heard of this name, and they were still in a state of shock and bewilderment.
How could the Aoyama Sect have such a formidable swordsman?
The nearby patch of sea surface was surging again.
The sword boat of Aoyama was flying very close to the surface of the sea, and the sword lights were few and far between.
Dozens of shadows suddenly appeared under the surface of the sea, which should be the sea demons trained by the Western Sea Sword School.
A blood-red sword light broke through the surface of the sea and traveled at a high speed in the sea, bringing up boiling steam and a great deal of blood. Then it turned back.
It could be vaguely seen that those shadows had disintegrated and were sinking to the bottom of the sea.
The power of this blood-red sword light was not as powerful as the flying swords of Zhenren and those elders, but it had a strong mental impact on the Cultivation practitioners.
The seawater within a radius of a few miles was dyed red, looking like a boundless pool of blood. It was a bloody scene.
No one asked any questions this time. They all knew that this blood-red flying sword was the legendary Thoughtless Sword.
Zhao Layue had reached the middle state of Free Travel at such a young age; how did she lose to Zhuo Rusui?
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Zhenren didn't come out after he returned to the sword boat.
So did Chen Youtian, Mo Chi, Bai Rujing and other swordsmen of Aoyama. Even Zhao Layue wielded her sword only once.
The masters of the previous generation of Aoyama would wield their swords only when they encountered a difficult problem. The regular disciples of Aoyama were still the main force at other times.
The deeper they went into the West Ocean Islands, the more opportunities they had to use the deadly sword skills that the disciples of Liangwang Peak had to practice to kill demons. The flying swords swept over the surface of the sea like raindrops.
The most frightening thing was that no matter what the Western Sea Sword School did, Aoyama Sect could always find the most suitable way to counter it.
The snowfall at Shangde Peak, the thunderstorm at Bihu Peak, and the formation at Tianguang Peak … The simplest flying sword could mimic countless kinds of magical powers and then break the magic treasures and formations of the Western Sea Sword School at will.
Immortal Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing hadn't even made their moves, and there were still many famous swords of the Immortal Grade that hadn't appeared, but the Western Sea Sword School had already been beaten to the point that they couldn't fight back.
This was a true suppression.
Looking at the magnificent yet not intense battle on the surface of the sea, Kunlun Sect Master He Wei suddenly asked, "How many days have they been fighting for?"
Bu Qiuxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It will start when we arrive."
After learning that Taiping Zhenren had come out from behind closed doors and was hiding at the West Ocean, the scholars of Yimaozhai reacted the fastest and arrived the earliest.
The Aoyama Sect could have started the attack in advance, but they waited until the Cultivation practitioners of other sects arrived. What did this mean?
The Aoyama Sect intended to wage this war for all of Chaotian to watch, so they needed an audience.
Having figured this out, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects were stunned speechless.
The Western Sea Sword School was a new major sect in the last one hundred years, and they had suppressed the No-Mercy Sect, a powerful sect. Even though the Western Sea Sword School suffered a great deal of damage after the Cloud Platform, they were still one of the most powerful sects in the world. Yet, the Aoyama Sect attacked whenever they wanted. How confident they were!
The seventeen sword boats of Aoyama headed toward the deep part of the West Ocean Islands. The sword lights gradually faded away, leaving behind the bloody scars on the surface of the ocean and a great deal of fresh blood.
The ocean rain fell on the ocean and the islands along with the heavenly wind, washing away the blood and covering the smoke and dust caused by the collapse of the buildings.
Seeing this, the cultivators of the various sects felt a strong sense of helplessness.
"This is war."
Looking at the fading bloody scars on the surface of the ocean and the ruined islands, Bu Qiuxiao said after a moment of silence, "The true strength of a sect can only be determined through war. As such, I have a high opinion of the Windy-Broadsword Sect. It's because they have participated in the war, and they have grown stronger in the war. "
He said this to the disciples of Yimaozhai on the Boat of Diligent Study, as a form of instruction.
In the war in the human world, the personal prowess of a general was meaningless.
In the war in the Cultivation world, the personal Cultivation state of a Cultivation practitioner was meaningless, unless he had reached the Dachen State or the Heavenly Arrival State. Only then could he change the situation.
However, how many figures in the Heavenly Arrival State were there in the Cultivation world?
The Aoyama Sect had two of them.
What was depressing was that the Aoyama Sect had four Principal Guards.
Many people looked up at the sky reflexively.
A huge ship could be vaguely seen among the thin clouds close to the Empty Realm.
It was the Cloud Ship of the Zhongzhou School. Many swordsmen of the Cloud-Dream Mountain were on the ship, and it was said that even Bai Zhenren had come.
In terms of resources, swordsmen, and the number of high-level flying swords and magic treasures, perhaps only the Zhongzhou School could compete with the Aoyama Sect.
Who would be the final winner if the two sects started a war?
Nobody dared to raise this question, but they were all thinking about it in silence.
Bu Qiuxiao shook his head while looking at those disciples who were deep in thought.
He thought it was meaningless to think about it.
After witnessing the momentum and boldness of the Aoyama Sect today, did anyone still think that the Zhongzhou School had a chance of winning?
Liu Shisui didn't think about it.
As a talented disciple of the Aoyama Sect, he of course believed that the Aoyama Sect would win.
No matter whether it was the war with the Western Sea Sword School or the war with the Zhongzhou School he had imagined.
Standing on the Boat of Diligent Study, he sighed as he watched the sword boat sail toward the distance.
That sword boat had the fewest sword lights, and it was evident that it had fewer disciples, and Zhao Layue was on it. It must be the sword boat of the Shenmo Peak.
He felt proud that the Aoyama Sect had suppressed the West Ocean Sword School, but he also felt a bit regretful.
If so many things hadn't happened, he would have been on that sword boat.
A deep buzzing sound burst out, and the sword bracelet on his wrist was vibrating incessantly.
The Lone Sword, as the main sword of Liangwang Peak, wanted to go to the Aoyama Sect to kill the enemy with its companions.
Liu Shisui stroked the sword bracelet to comfort him, thinking that if the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean didn't show up, Aoyama Sect would definitely win; why should he and Liu Shisui go?
If the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean showed up, what else could he do? And Liu Shisui … would definitely pretend to be asleep.
It was true that everybody knew that the Aoyama Sect would win this war, but nobody was sure how much the Aoyama Sect would pay and how many people would die.
It was because the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean hadn't shown up yet.
The rainwater suddenly disappeared, and the wind disappeared without a trace.
Yet, countless tides rose up on the surface of the ocean.
Bihu Peak of Aoyama employed the Tide Sword style, but it was not as fast as the tide.
The word "tide" was also included in the supreme sword instruction of the Western Sea Sword School.
The tides rose up and landed on the surface of the sword boat, producing countless snowflakes.
The sword boat in the front swayed a few times, and then stabilized its position.
The disciples of Tianguang Peak retrieved their flying swords and stared at the place where the tides rose up, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Even Zhuo Rusui lifted his drooping eyelids, feeling a bit excited.
It was a sword that caused countless tides to rise up at the West Ocean.
The flying sword was made up of many pieces, looking like the pagodas in the Zen temples, or the tides overlapping each other.
The name of the sword was the Twelve Storey Building.
This sword was ranked in the top of the list of famous swords of the Fairy State in the world.
Two hundred years ago, this sword was no different from a piece of scrap metal when it was picked up by a certain someone on the beach for the first time.
As that person's Cultivation state grew higher and higher, the state of the Twelve Storey Building Sword grew higher and higher. It was a flying sword of the Fairy State now, almost as powerful as the First Child Sword.
The sword rose up with the person, so that person was more famous and more outstanding.
That person gave himself a Daoist name, "One Sword from the West".
The important figures of the same generation were used to calling him "Sword from the West".
The lazy seniors were used to calling him "Sword from the West".
The majority of the Cultivation practitioners called him "Godly Swordsman of West Ocean".
Since he was called "Godly Swordsman", it was evident that he had a high attainment in the sword work and a profound Cultivation state.
The Cultivation circle didn't have a high opinion of the Godly Swordsman. They thought that he was gloomy, taciturn, and narrow-minded, lacking the demeanor of a fairy man.
Under such circumstances, he was still regarded as one of the strongest swordsmen in Chaotian; it was evident that his prowess was impeccable.
In the last few decades, his Cultivation state was at its peak. The Immortal Liu Ci was on par with him in the sword fight, and Pei Baifa was knocked down to the West Ocean by his sword.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean could be said to be the strongest swordsman in Chaotian, on par with the three immortals Liu Ci and Tan Bai.
Back then, there was an opinion that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was inferior to the Broadsword King; but this opinion was no longer the case.
When the Twelve Storey Building Sword appeared amid the violent tides, who of the Aoyama Sect could resist it?
In the huge sword boat in the front, Liu Ci stood at the bow of the boat, his robe tousling slightly. He looked at the sword with narrowed eyes, but he had no intention of wielding his sword.
It was because he didn't have a sword, and the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword was prepared for someone else.
Yuan Qijing didn't wield his sword either. He sat quietly in the cabin, waiting for the arrival of the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island.
The rooster paced back and forth in the cabin with his devilish long tail, saying anxiously, "Where is that old devil? Where is he? I'm so worried. "
Yuan Qijing shot him a glance, knowing that he was not worried about the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, but someone else.
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The sword lights illuminated the surface of the ocean. Three flying swords arrived after breaking through the air and surrounded the Twelve Storey Building Sword.
These three flying swords were obviously human, and their sword wills were like crystals. It was evident that they were all flying swords of the Fairy State.
It was the Absolute Sword of Yunxing Peak.
It was the Sword of the Returning Sun of Shiyue Peak.
And it was the Sword of the Eight Sides of Bihu Peak.
Zhao Layue's Cultivation state was too low, so she wasn't qualified to participate in a fight of such a high level. As such, the Thoughtless Sword didn't show up.
"The Aoyama Sect is really proud. They sent only three peak masters to welcome them."
Looking at the scene in the distance, He Wei said with a hint of jealousy and malice, "Even if Guangyuan Zhenren could resist them for a while, the other two would be killed instantly."
Liu Shisui shot a glance at this person, and then looked at his wrist, and found that the Lone Sword didn't move at all.
The tide had gradually receded.
The figure behind the Twelve Storey Building Sword became more visible.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had finally shown up.
Facing three famous swords of Aoyama and seventeen sword boats of Aoyama, he didn't show any fear on his face. He was as indifferent and dull as usual, like a stone statue.
"What do you intend to do?"
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean looked at the sword boat a few miles away, his voice emotionless.
The Immortal Liu Ci stood at the bow of the boat, his Daoist robe fluttering, looking like a fairy man. "My Master, please come back to the mountain," he said in a pleasant voice as sweet as the sweet dew.
Hearing this, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean sighed inwardly even though he looked calm.
According to his original plan, Taiping Zhenren would come to the West Ocean to steal the sword, and he would be killed or captured by him and the Young Mysterious Dark Master together, and then the devil in Aoyama would be lured over to kill him.
Unexpectedly, the Sword Sect of Aoyama had come before he could strike, and they had come in full force.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said expressionlessly, "Your Aoyama Sect didn't keep an eye on him and let him escape. Why do you come to us?"
Liu Ci didn't answer him.
A bright yellow scroll came from the east, hovering in the sky. The inky words on the scroll rose up along with the ocean wind, appearing very clear under the sunlight, and all the Cultivation practitioners could see them.
It was stated in the royal decree that the Mingqing Heavenly Bureau and the Curtain Rollers had found out that Taiping Zhenren was at the West Ocean, and all the orthodox Cultivation sects were requested to cooperate with the Aoyama Sect.
The ocean wind ruffled the surface of the water, and the golden glow gradually dispersed. It was very quiet.
No Cultivation practitioner would follow the Aoyama Sect to attack the Western Sea Sword School, not even the Platanus Sect or the Ōzawa Sect.
Everybody knew that the Aoyama Sect didn't need any help, but they needed a reason to attack the West Ocean.
As such, the Emperor wrote a royal decree for them.
"Without any evidence, the royal decree is useless."
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said expressionlessly, "The Aoyama Sect claims to be the leader of the orthodox Cultivation sects, but they have killed so many innocent people today. I don't need all the Cultivation sects here to be witnesses. All I want to know is how you people will face your ancestors in the future."
Liu Ci said lightly, "Open the Great Formation of the mountain gate. If my Master is not here, the Aoyama Sect will apologize for their mistake."
Though the apology sounded casual, everybody could imagine that if Taiping Zhenren was not on the Islands of the West Ocean, the price Aoyama Sect would have to pay would be much more than a few casualties.
The fact that Liu Ci dared to say so indicated that Aoyama Sect was indeed confident.
Countless gazes were fixed on the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, wondering what choice he would make.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean lowered his eyelids slightly.
Back when he asked Su Ziye to tell Taiping Zhenren that the First Child Sword was on Tianxuan Island, he intended to lure him to the West Ocean.
However, he didn't even know if Taiping Zhenren was at the West Ocean at the moment.
If he was, why didn't he know?
If he was not, why did Liu Ci dare say so?
He was truly not good at scheming and scheming.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean let out a self-mocking smile, and then said to Liu Ci calmly, "It's easy to come in. Let's fight."
No sooner had he said this than a formidable sword will came out from the deep end of the Islands of the West Ocean, and the Great Formation was activated to an extreme extent.
A huge shadow rose slowly from the bottom of the ocean. It should be the divine guardian animal of the Western Sea Sword School, the Flying Whale.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects had a grave expression on their faces.
The West Ocean Sword Sect was determined to destroy both the good and the bad!
This place was the central area of the Islands of the West Ocean, so the Great Formation of the mountain gate of the Western Sea Sword School could exert a formidable power.
No matter how powerful the Aoyama Sect was, they would have to pay a great price in order to breach the Great Formation of the mountain gate, and many people would die.
If the Great Formation of the mountain gate of a sect could be breached so easily, how could the Mysterious Dark Sect survive under the gaze of the Aoyama Sect until now?
What the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean meant was clear.
No matter what scheme the Aoyama Sect had, Liu Ci would deal with it head-on with blood and death.
Liu Ci remained silent for a long time, as if he was trying to decide if it was worth it.
It was quiet in heaven and earth.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean suddenly sensed something. He turned his head abruptly to look at a spot in the ocean, a shocked and angry expression showing on his face.
By now he realized that Liu Ci was not judging the pros and cons, but was waiting!
There was an island on the other side of the ocean, called Shaoming Island, about one hundred miles away from here. It looked ordinary, but it was the center of the Great Formation of the mountain gate!
Along with a heavy grinding sound, the huge rock on the island changed its position slowly.
Everybody sensed the abrupt change in the energy of heaven and earth.
The eaves were broken when the rain fell, and the doors were opened when the thieves came.
The Great Formation of the mountain gate of the Western Sea Sword School … had been opened!
The fog on the Islands dispersed, revealing their true forms under the sunlight.
There was a mountain on Shaoming Island.
There was a tower on the top of the mountain.
There was an ordinary old elm chair on the tower.
Yin San was drinking tea in the chair.
His appearance was delicate and handsome, with an amiable smile on his face, as if he thought the tea in the cup was the most delicious thing in the world.
Sensing that the Great Formation of the mountain gate had been opened, he seemed to feel surprised, looking at the outside of the island.
There were seventeen sword boats of Aoyama in the sky.
He stood up slowly while holding the teacup, a complicated emotion showing in his eyes. In the end, his line of sight fell on the Immortal Liu Ci. The expression in his eyes grew colder and his eyebrows raised. "You wicked disciple! You've chased me all the way here. Do you really want to fight me to the death?! "
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(They are so handsome! I don't mean to boast, but this pair of brothers are definitely the best in fighting, shameless, and pretentious!)
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