Zhao Layue took a step forward.
Several beams of sword light shot out from her dress. Her hair rope was cut off silently, and her black hair scattered like splashing ink.
Meanwhile, Gu Qing took a step sideways, and his energy rose at an unimaginable speed.
The Sword of the Universe rose silently, and was about to reach the white cat in Jing Jiu's arms.
From the beginning to the end, the two of them never looked at each other.
This kind of tacit understanding existed among all the disciples of Aoyama, not to mention the people on the Shenmo Peak.
It was the same when Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui killed Lo Huainan in Guiyun City.
Nobody expected that Zhao Layue and Gu Qing would suddenly attack, or in other words, nobody dared to think so, especially the latter.
In everyone's eyes, Gu Qing's face was pale, and his expression was blank. It was obvious that he was shocked by what happened to his Master.
Feeling his energy rising violently, people were shocked to find that he was breaking through the realm!
Breaking through the realm was the most important and the most difficult thing in Cultivation. A slight disturbance would cause failure. Cultivators usually needed a long time to prepare for the closed-door training, regardless of whether it was the elixirs, magic arts, or willpower. Then they would start the breakthrough under the protection of their Masters or tactical formations.
It was extremely rare for Gu Qing to break through the realm in public. Wasn't he worried that something might go wrong? Of course, nobody expected that his real purpose was to kill people with the unusual movement of the Spiritual Aura of Heaven and Earth when he was breaking through the realm. They all thought that he was possessed by the devil because he was frightened too much today.
The reason why people didn't expect that Gu Qing would choose to break through the realm in public was that they didn't know the glorious tradition of closed-door training and breaking through the realm in Shenmo Peak. Not to mention Jing Jiu, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu could break through the Undefeated State easily. Zhao Layue even broke through the middle state of Free Travel when she was chasing after Taiping Zhenren!
When Gu Qing had attracted everyone's attention, Zhao Layue had already prepared to unleash the most powerful and dangerous sword move of the Nine Deaths Sword Technique.
The dim sword light that floated out of her dress and the sword intent that floated along with her black hair were all signs that the Acquired Invisible Sword Body had been activated to the extreme.
As long as the Sword of the Universe brought the white cat to Fang Jingtian's face, she would draw her sword.
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Suddenly, a gust of wind rose.
It wasn't astral wind, but it blew away all the aura.
The violent aura emanating from Gu Qing was blown away.
The killing intent emanating from Zhao Layue was also blown away. Even the sword light of the Acquired Invisible Sword Body was somewhat dimmed by the wind, as though it could disappear at any time.
The sea of clouds between Tianguang Peak surged with countless huge waves, rolling restlessly. The strands were like swords, it was a daunting sight to behold.
The elders and disciples of the various peaks of Aoyama rode their swords to avoid the attack.
The Cloud Platforms of the Eight Directions also disappeared into the distance.
The huge waves raised by the sea of clouds rolled up to the sky, vaguely forming the shape of a sword.
It wasn't a real flying sword, but the materialization of the sword will.
The sword will gave people a feeling that it had been around for a long time, but it was also as brutal and bloodthirsty as a newborn beast.
The sword will could make heaven and earth respond to it, and the sea of clouds take the shape of itself … What level had it reached?
Zhao Layue stared at the skinny old man in the wheelchair, her disheveled black hair dancing in the wind. Her pale face had a few faint bloody lines. Her eyes were full of anger.
Gu Qing's attempt to break through the state was interrupted by the powerful sword will. He was in a worse situation, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Looking at Zhao Layue and Gu Qing, the Immortal Tai Lu said appreciatively, "You two juniors are so weak, but you dared to try to kill me … You deserve to be the disciples of our Aoyama."
The sea of clouds regained its tranquility, and the Cloud Platforms stopped moving.
Bu Qiuxiao looked at the wheelchair on the peak top with a grave expression in his eyes.
Standing behind him, Liu Shisui quietly put away the City-Guard Pen, as if he hadn't prepared to do anything just now.
Bu Qiuxiao glanced at him, but didn't say anything.
"He is so old, but he still has such power. He must have been in the upper state of the Heavenly Arrival State!"
He Wei, the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect, looked in that direction with a pale face, murmuring, "The Aoyama Sect … How many people in the Heavenly Arrival State does it have?"
The Cloud Platforms were a few miles away from the Tianguang Peak. He Wei's voice wasn't loud, but the Immortal Tai Lu still heard it. He turned to look in that direction and rolled his eyes. "If I hadn't been in the upper state of the Heavenly Arrival State, the little thief Taiping would have killed me a long time ago," he said with a brutal and disdainful tone. "Why did you lock me up in the Sword Jail for so many years?"
The sea of clouds had quieted down, but the enormous sword shadow hadn't dispersed yet. It hovered between heaven and earth, looking down at all the creatures.
Seeing this, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects were shocked speechless.
Who would have thought that the Immortal Tai Lu's Cultivation state was still so profound, and his sword work cultivation was even more unfathomable?
No wonder he was the most senior and experienced old monster in the Aoyama Sect!
Then someone remembered that Mochen Peak had such a formidable monster of sword work, but it had still been massacred, and the Immortal Tai Lu had been imprisoned in the Sword Jail for over six hundred years …
Then how formidable were the Taiping Zhenren and the Immortal Jingyang?
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The wind and snow on the top of Tianguang Peak appeared together with the Three-Foot Sword.
A moment ago, the wind and snow were scattered by the sword wind, but they gathered again in the blink of an eye and then fell down.
In a few seconds, the Immortal Tai Lu's body was covered with snow, and a few cuts appeared on his face, but no blood flowed out.
Even though he was a monster who could kill heaven and earth with his sword, he couldn't be a match for Yuan Qijing at the end of his life.
"My Blood Essence has dried up, and I can't live for long. Why are you in such a hurry?"
The Immortal Tai Lu showed no fear. He looked at Yuan Qijing and said with a strange smile, "Are you worried that I will kill this sword demon?"
Yuan Qijing put away his sword in silence.
The snow gradually stopped.
The wind was still blowing against his white robe.
Jing Jiu stood up from the chair.
After being imprisoned in the Sword Jail for six hundred years, Uncle Master Tai Lu had indeed comprehended some new sword work. If he made a big fuss before his death, it would be a problem.
Looking at Zhao Layue and Gu Qing, the expression in his eyes gentle and earnest, the corners of his mouth curling up as he smiled.
No one expected that Zhao Layue and Gu Qing would dare to kill Uncle Master Tai Lu with their Cultivation states.
Even he didn't expect it.
Then he looked at the other side of the peak.
"At the beginning, I thought I should have killed you with my sword. But my Senior Brother cherishes talent and thinks that you can figure it out and leave it to the descendants of Aoyama."
Jing Jiu looked at the Immortal Tai Lu and said, "If you can't figure it out, you should die early. Isn't it hard to prolong your life in such a painful way for so many years?"
The Immortal Tai Lu narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect Jian Wushuang to know about his life-prolonging bitter method.
Then, the Immortal Tai Lu smelled a faint burning smell.
It was the smell of fire on the edge of an old iron pot that had been used for decades. It was also the smell of flint rubbing against the ground at a high speed.
It wasn't an illusion caused by old age, but the automatic feeling of a being in the Heavenly Arrival Realm.
This feeling meant killing intent, and it could also mean death.
"Sword demon, are you going to kill me to silence me?"
The Immortal Tai Lu said mockingly, looking at Jing Jiu.
The next moment, Jing Jiu disappeared from his sight.
The next moment, Jing Jiu appeared in front of him.
Such a strange and fast movement naturally brought up the wind, which fluttered his sleeves.
More than a dozen sword lights floated out of his sleeves, which were much brighter than the sword lights of Zhao Layue.
"The Born Shapeless Sword Body!" someone shouted in surprise.
"No! He is indeed a sword demon! "someone cried out in fear.
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It was said in the Cultivation World that Jing Jiu's body movements were like that of a ghost or an immortal, but not many people had seen it with their own eyes.
It wasn't until this moment that people realized that the legend was true. Some people believed Fang Jingtian's words even more because of this.
Such a strange body movement, such an unimaginable speed, which was even more powerful than the Heaven and Earth Escape Method of Zhongzhou School. What else could do it except for the flying sword?
Jing Jiu came to the front of the wheelchair.
Fang Jingtian didn't move.
It was unknown whether he trusted the sword intent of the Immortal Tai Lu or for other reasons.
The Immortal Tai Lu looked at him and said in his spiritual awareness, "You shouldn't have stopped. Otherwise, with your speed, you might have caught me unprepared."
Jing Jiu said, "No matter where I strike, my sword is always as fast."
The Immortal Tai Lu said, "But the problem is that you shouldn't have used your sword to kill me."
The huge sword intent in the sea of clouds had disappeared.
The sword traveled a long distance and came to the top of Tianguang Peak, setting up countless barriers in front of the Immortal Tai Lu.
Those were all closely interwoven sword wills.
No matter how powerful a fairy sword was, it couldn't go through them.
Jing Jiu certainly knew what those barriers were.
The Thousand-mile Ice he used to imprison Taiping Zhenren and the Snow Girl was derived from the mysterious sword art of Mo Chengfeng.
"Even though you are the All in One Sword, you are still a sword. You really disappoint me by trying to kill me with a sword body. "
The Immortal Tai Lu said regretfully in his spiritual awareness, "It looks like you are not Jingyang. He wouldn't make such a stupid mistake."
This conversation in the divine sense only took a very short time in the real world.
In most people's eyes, Jing Jiu didn't stop moving.
He stood up from the chair.
He left the small hut.
He came to the opposite side of the peak top.
He stood in front of the wheelchair.
He raised his right hand.
He thrust it toward the Immortal Tai Lu.
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It was true.
It was an explosion, not a slash, nor a slash.
His sleeves and arms did not flash with sword light either.
On the contrary, his fists emitted countless black lights, which were mixed with some golden light.
The black lights were very thick, looking like the night sky of the Underworld.
The golden lights were very noble, looking like the throne of Zhaoge City.
A strange emotion showed in Tai Lu's eyes, as he thought, "Since you are a sword, why do you use your fists?"
Along with the cracking sound, the seemingly invincible barrier made of sword wills cracked like ice cubes.
Jing Jiu's fist passed through the barrier and landed on Tai Lu's chest.
The wheelchair turned into powder.
Tianguang Peak shook violently.
The ocean of clouds suddenly dispersed.
The blue sky looked like porcelain.
It was soundless in Aoyama.
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The Immortal Tai Lu looked at Jing Jiu with a strange expression, as if to ask if Jing Jiu had been waiting for him to leave the Sword Jail and come here.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
The gentle wind blew over the body of the Immortal Tai Lu, turning him into countless light dusts.
The light dusts faded away with the wind, as if they had fallen into the clouds on the cliffs and couldn't be found anymore.
Countless shocked gazes fell on Jing Jiu's right hand.
The Immortal Tai Lu was blown to death?
Even though Jing Jiu was the youngest person in the Broken Sea State in the history of the Cultivation circle, he was still in the Broken Sea State.
Even though he was the Immortal Jingyang and had been reborn as a sword, he was still in the Broken Sea State.
How could a practitioner in the Broken Sea State kill a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State in such a simple and direct way?
Looking at Jing Jiu's right hand, the expression on Bu Qiuxiao's face grew graver, and he became more vigilant.
The expression in Bai Zhenren's eyes wavered slightly, as if he was calculating something.
The Young Zen Master sighed, full of a sense of trouble.
Even though Jing Jiu wielded the All in One Sword, no matter how sharp his right hand was, the Immortal Tai Lu could still block it.
It was not his fist that was formidable, but the object he held in his hand that was formidable.
Those Cultivation practitioners who had participated in the Dao Competition, like Bai Zao, Zhuo Rusui, Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui, suddenly recalled a similar scene.
Back then, by the Green Sky Mirror, Jing Jiu had disabled Bai Qianjun with only one punch. If Bai Zhenren hadn't intervened, Bai Qianjun would have been killed instantly.
At the time, Jing Jiu used his left hand, and the object in his left hand was the Fairy Book of Longevity.
What about today? He could kill a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State with one punch; what was that object in his right hand?
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