The clouds and fog had dispersed, and the sunlight shone on Aoyama. Every peak could be seen clearly.
Shangde Peak felt warmer.
The Dead Dog didn't squint his eyes anymore. He lifted his head to look at the sunlight, the expression in his eyes rather warm.
In the deep part of the Sword Jail.
Martial Uncle Tai Lu's shout turned into an almost inaudible murmur, "One, is it? Is it one? "
In the lonely cell, the Snow Girl squatted on the bamboo chair, sensing the change of energy in heaven and earth. After a moment of silence, she uttered a faint moan.
The sunlight on Tianguang Peak was still the brightest, but the hole on the stone monument grew deeper and gloomier.
The Round Turtle under the stone monument opened his eyes slowly. The expression in his eyes was deep and gloomy, very much like that hole.
Looking at the hole on the stone monument, Fang Jingtian remarked sentimentally, "Master, you're right."
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On top of the once run-down temple.
Jing Jiu's feet left the ground, drifting in the air.
Back in the Fiend Prison, he had learned the Underworld Fairy Sword with the help of the King Of The Underworld. As a result, he became much lighter and cleaner than regular Cultivation practitioners.
It was because the impure energy in his body had been tempered by the soul-fire, so he was drifting in the air.
Yet, when he drifted in the air, it was different from usual. It felt more like a non-human, like a flag in the wind or a sail on the ocean.
It was because he was still holding Nan Qü's hand that his body drifted up horizontally in midair, his right hand aimed at Nan Qü's body.
His right hand was wounded severely by Monk Duhai in the Guocheng Temple. Later, he searched for whetstones all over Chaotian, and it took him one year to heal his right hand.
His right hand had recovered completely, and it was sharper than before.
He was quite familiar with this posture. He had always flown like this, no matter whether he was at the bottom of the Cold Mountain or when he dug a hole in the ground.
It was for the purpose of sharpening his sword, and to get used to it in advance.
Perhaps, he had already anticipated this day at the time.
Seeing Jing Jiu drifting in the air, Nan Qü's eyes displayed a strong sense of wariness.
Yet, it was too late. Before the thought came to his mind, Jing Jiu had already flown away.
Whoosh!!! Jing Jiu disappeared from the original spot, nowhere to be found.
Nan Qü lowered his head to look at his own body, and found a large hole there.
Inside the cave was a stretch of nothingness. Just like the round window in the meditation room of the Three-thousand Nunnery, one could see spring, summer, autumn, and winter, everything in the world.
Nan Qü vaguely understood something.
The white cat squatted in the grass and stared at him, its eyes filled with sympathy and cruelty.
Nan Wang flew out of the cave and was about to continue fighting when he suddenly realized that his opponent had become like this. He was so stunned that he even forgot to curse.
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Jing Jiu was flying.
He had never flown so fast before, whether it was when he was riding a sword, or when he was using the Netherworld Fairy Sword, whether it was in his previous life or this life.
All the images on the ground turned into lines of various colors that quickly moved backward.
He vaguely felt that even the Thoughtless Sword Swimming was not as fast as he was now.
This was not an accurate calculation or judgment, because he had already entered a state where he was neither an object nor himself. His Dao Heart was clear yet chaotic.
Strangely enough, he could see the reality of heaven and earth through those colorful lines in such a state.
The green lines should be the green fields, and the red lines should be the walls of the Baotong Zen Temple and the hotpot in Yizhou City.
The occasional white specks might be the Yuanyang hotpot, which was rarely seen in Yizhou City.
Then, he saw a patch of blue.
It was blue everywhere.
The ocean and the sky were the same color.
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The West Ocean and the blue sky were the same color.
Standing between the sky and the ocean, Liu Ci held the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword with his left hand and pulled out the invisible sword with his right hand.
After the sword sound rang out, it didn't stop. It gave off a seemingly endless sound of friction.
It was unclear whether it was being sheathed or unsheathed.
Countless sword wills in heaven and earth gathered toward him, and his right hand was the center.
His figure looked extremely tall in the light, like a god, or a giant who intended to slay a god with his sword.
Nan Qü's body suddenly grew fainter.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean lifted his head abruptly and pointed his finger forward.
The Sword of the Twelve Storey Building was called back. Along with the crisp cracking sounds, it broke into twelve pieces.
The broken pieces of the sword surrounded Nan Qü's body like a broken pagoda, forming an exceedingly strong barrier.
Liu Ci's sword fell down!
It was windless in the sky, which looked like a piece of frozen ice. The surface of the ocean was also very calm, like a gloomy ancient mirror.
Yet, the absolute quietness gave off a strong feeling of being torn apart. It seemed that the sky and the ocean would drift apart.
As the sword fell down, heaven and earth seemed to be on the verge of being split apart.
Everybody could sense it, but they didn't have enough time to react; in other words, they didn't dare to react.
Hundreds of flying swords of Aoyama lowered their heads slightly, indicating their submission. The Lone Sword was the only exception, as if it wanted to express something.
Bai Zhenren spun his head abruptly and looked toward the south, a strange expression showing on his face.
Bu Qiuxiao sensed the fear from the Dragon-Tail Inkstone, raising his eyebrows slightly.
What kind of sword was it?
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As soon as the sword light appeared on the horizon, Nan Qü had made his move.
He disappeared from the original spot.
Five puffs of smoke and dust seemed to appear in the blue sky at the same time, and each puff of smoke and dust was a few miles away from each other.
In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at a very high place in the sky.
Yet, he didn't dare take this sword head-on, fleeing instead!
A moment ago, the sword light was still on the horizon.
In the next moment, the sword light arrived at the West Ocean.
The surface of the ocean was illuminated, as if the morning sun had risen again.
The energy of the sword was quite ordinary. It was neither desolate nor desolate, devoid of lethal intent, and devoid of any other energy, as if it were a flying sword that could be seen everywhere. It was extremely simple.
Only the likes of Nan Qü and Bai Zhenren could discover that this simplicity was actually the indifference after the complexity had been achieved. This was the so-called "returning to the simplicity and returning to the simplicity".
The sword light passed through the spot where Nan Qü had been, and kept moving forward.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean stood in the sky.
He had already adjusted his energy to the peak, and headed toward the sword light without hesitation.
Countless huge tides occurred on the surface of the ocean … and then everything returned to normal.
The sword light didn't stop there, and flew over.
Pah!!! The twelve sections of the Heavy Building Sword were all broken into pieces.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He fell down toward the surface of the ocean while facing the sky.
A figure in the upper state of the Heavenly Arrival State had been wounded severely by a sword!
The target of the sword light was not the Godly Swordsman; it was merely passing by!
Witnessing the scene, the people were shocked speechless. Even Bai Zhenren felt a chill in his bones.
The sword light didn't stop after knocking the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean away. In fact, it didn't slow down at all; it kept moving forward.
The sky was illuminated by the sword light.
The disciples of the Western Sea Sword School fell into the ocean in tandem. Many of them were killed or wounded in an instant.
The sword light suddenly entered the ocean, and then flew up again, disappearing from the eyes of the people, heading toward the high sky.
A moment later, a deep and painful whimper could be heard in the deep part of the ocean.
The huge dark shadow was disintegrating slowly.
The ocean water was gradually dyed red.
Nan Qü had already fled to the high sky.
The sword light chased after him.
Countless gazes were fixed in that direction.
A few moments later, innumerable marks appeared in the sky.
Nan Qü was in the front, and the sword light was behind.
The speed displayed by Nan Qü was beyond the imagination of the Cultivation practitioners.
Yet, he still couldn't get rid of this sword.
The marks grew fainter and fainter.
It meant that Nan Qü and the sword light were getting farther and farther away from the ground.
Until they couldn't be seen anymore.
Yet, nobody pulled back their gazes; they were still looking up at the sky.
After a long while, it suddenly rained from the sky.
The people knew that Nan Qü was dead.
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In the barren mountain.
Nan Qü looked at the surrounding fields.
The ruined temple, the black coffin, and those rocks had all turned into the tiniest powder.
It was the result of his and Jing Jiu's swords.
The flowers, the trees, the cliff rocks, and the water vapor were all mixed together, and couldn't be separated anymore.
Nan Qü finally understood the principle.
Was this the All in One?
He thought of it in silence, and then closed his eyes.
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On the West Ocean.
Jing Jiu and Nan Qü stood one hundred feet apart in the Empty Realm.
Apart from the grudges between Aoyama and the Foggy Island, they were the two swordsmen who were the closest in terms of sword work in the history of Chaotian.
They had a conversation through spiritual awareness in the last moments of their lives.
"Are you still you now?" asked Jing Jiu.
Nan Qü's pale face showed a hint of bewilderment, as he replied, "Of course I am me."
"Who is he then?" asked Jing Jiu.
"He is him," said Nan Qü.
"That's reasonable," said Jing Jiu.
"Who are you then?" asked Nan Qü. "The All in One?"
"I'm Jingyang," replied Jing Jiu.
Nan Qü understood what Jing Jiu meant. He said sentimentally while looking at Jing Jiu, "What a marvelous sword, and what a marvelous man."
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There was a sword in Aoyama that he had always wanted to see but didn't dare see.
There was also a person he had always wanted to see but didn't dare see.
Now that he had seen Nan Qü, it was time for him to go back.
His body dissipated into countless light specks, dispersing in all directions.
Even the figures in the Heavenly Arrival State could do so, not to mention that he was a sword ghost to begin with.
Jing Jiu's line of sight followed those light specks downward.
Those light specks passed through the Empty Realm and turned into water drops after being stained by the water vapor, which then fell down like raindrops.
The raindrops landed on the surface of the ocean, but they didn't create any waves.
The surface of the ocean that had been stained red by the whale's blood was as tranquil as ever.
The event that had happened a thousand years ago had come to an end.
Seeing this, Jing Jiu felt sentimental, as he remarked, "The wind is calm for a lifetime, and the waves will remain calm for a thousand years."
He forgot that this was the Empty Realm, devoid of air and sound.
It was deathly quiet in heaven and earth.
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(The game of the West Ocean Sword has gone on for more than half. I've written a detailed outline for this part. I calculated it the day before and found that it has more than sixty thousand words, including the revisions. Fortunately, the final result is what I wanted. I hope everybody will like it.)
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