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Three days later, the order to seal off the city of Shangzhou was lifted. The Pure Heaven Bureau shifted their search to the outside of the city, and they strengthened their efforts to wipe out the remaining deviant forces.
In the evening, Su Ziye walked out of the city leisurely with the conical hat on his head.
The city gate of Shangzhou closed slowly behind him.
The darkness of night enshrouded the fields.
He took the last ferry boat to cross the Qingchun River and arrived in the midst of the mountains where spring was more vigorous.
During the first half of the night, the mountains looked like countless giants against the backdrop of the gloomy sky.
The giants held hundreds of invisible ropes in their hands, blocking all the paths.
A few sword lights illuminated the cliffs, and the formations hidden in the cliffs revealed their traces.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Ma Hua, a disciple of Aoyama. All the battles on Liangwang Peak in the last fifty years are my doing."
Ma Hua looked at Su Ziye with narrowed eyes, and said with a faint smile, "What do you think of the formations I've prepared for you today?"
Looking at the surrounding peaks, Su Ziye said, "Encircling three and letting one go is a good idea in the military strategy; but how can you keep me here?"
"If it were the complete Sword Formation of Aoyama, how could I trick you into coming here?"
Ma Hua said, "I'm keeping you here with a person."
No sooner had he said this than a sword rope dangled down from the cliffs. A woman was tied to the end of the rope; she was the old cucumber in Shangzhou.
The old cucumber's face was pale, her eyes showing extreme fear. As she was about to call for help, she suddenly closed her mouth when she saw the man wearing the conical hat at the foot of the mountain.
She bit her lip so hard that it bled.
Su Ziye understood what Ma Hua meant, and he couldn't help but laugh out, asking, "Do you know who I am?"
If Ma Hua knew that he was the former young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect and a famous deviant cultivator, he wouldn't have threatened him with a prostitute.
"I don't know who you are, but I know this old cucumber is very important to you; otherwise, why would you do such a terrible thing for her?"
Ma Hua continued with a faint smile, "Of course, if you tell me who you are and tell me about the conspiracy between you and Shenmo Peak, I can let her go and spare your life."
Su Ziye was speechless. He shook his head with a smile and turned around, heading toward the Qingchun River.
A sword chime rang out, followed by a muffled groan.
A bloody hole appeared on the old turtle's body. The pain was unbearable, and sweat drenched the hair on his forehead.
Su Ziye halted his steps and said to Ma Hua, "She's just a regular prostitute; she has nothing to do with me."
Ma Hua said, "Maybe it's the truth, but I have to try to the extreme. Later, I will try to cut off her flesh with the flying sword. How many pieces do you think I can cut?"
Su Ziye said, "They all say that we are deviant devils, but it looks like you disciples of Aoyama are much more deviant than me."
Ma Hua said, "Follow the right path and don't question her heart. If she can use her life to capture you, she will die a worthy death."
The young disciples of Liangwang Peak thought their Senior Brother's words made sense. If they wanted to eliminate evil, they should do whatever they could.
You Siluo stood on a peak and frowned when he heard this. He thought that the man in the bamboo hat was wrong, but the cultivation level of the man in the bamboo hat was too high, so he couldn't stop him.
Su Ziye didn't want to deal with these idiots, so he turned around and headed toward the Qingchun River again.
The expression on Ma Hua's face changed slightly, wondering if he had miscalculated.
A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and the flying sword shot up into the sky again, slashing toward the old turtle in front of the cliff.
A light blue sword light flew over from the high sky and hit the flying sword precisely.
Guo Nanshan landed in front of the cliff.
You Siluo and the other disciples of Liangwang Peak were startled to see their Senior Brother, and they all rode their swords to meet him.
Guo Nanshan waved his hand to cut off the sword ropes and brought the old turtle to the ground with the Blue Ocean Sword. He looked at Ma Hua and said, "Those who want to achieve great things shouldn't be bothered by trifles, but this is not a trifles."
Ma Hua had been Guo Nanshan's disciple for many years, so he knew his temperament very well. He knew that Guo Nanshan was truly angry, so he knelt down and said, "Young Brother knows he's wrong."
"After returning to Aoyama, you'll go to the Shanghai Peak to receive your punishment and reflect on your mistakes for a few years in the Sword Jail."
Guo Nanshan turned around and looked at the figure that had already dashed to the distance. He raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering who that man with the conical hat was and why he could move so fast and strangely.
Ma Hua was startled, but his countenance remained unchanged. He looked at those young disciples of Liangwang Peak, his eyes gloomy and cold.
Nothing happened.
His gloomy and cold eyes suddenly turned warm.
It was because a bright red sword light happened to pass by.
Ma Hua's head fell off his neck, rolling on the ground for a long distance.
A faint sword ghost drifted out from the broken neck, looking a bit perplexed. Soon, it was torn into pieces by the remaining sword wills.
Guo Nanshan turned around and looked at the two corpses on the ground, remaining silent.
The blood-red sword light passed through the dark peaks and headed toward the southeast.
The old turtle knelt on the ground, putting his palms together in front of the blood-red sword light, tears streaming down his face.
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Gu Qing had something to do, Zhao Layue had someone to kill, and Su Ziye was in charge of the execution.
Yuan Qu had something more important to do, but he had to do it by himself. Fortunately, he was going to Aoyama, so there shouldn't be any trouble.
He didn't expect that he would be stopped outside the mountain gate of the South-Pine Pavilion before he entered Aoyama.
"What's going on?" Yuan Qu asked Ming Guoxing.
He regretted that he didn't ask the Sect Master for the command board; otherwise, he could have flown over the Great Formation of Aoyama directly, and none of this would have happened.
Ming Guoxing said innocently while rubbing his gray hair, "It's strictly controlled now. Everyone who enters Aoyama must be verified by the Xilai Peak."
Seeing Ming Guoxing rubbing his hair and wearing an innocent expression, Yuan Qu was even more annoyed, wondering why everyone wanted to learn from the Shenmo Peak.
He didn't have the patience to wait here. He waved his hand to dismiss Ming Guoxing and walked toward the mountain gate.
A few cracks suddenly appeared in the air on the mountain path, and there were even a few twists and turns in the middle. The traces were quite eerie, blocking his way.
If Yuan Qu weren't very familiar with this sword style and his swift movements, he would have been wounded.
A few disciples of the Xilai Peak landed on the mountain path and yelled at Yuan Qu, "You dare to intrude into our mountain gate. Take him down!"
Yuan Qu was baffled. He pointed at his own face and asked, "Don't you know me?"
The Shenmo Peak was the loneliest. Those who lived there liked to cultivate in seclusion and rarely came into contact with other peaks. Only Yuan Qu's situation was slightly different, because he needed to go to the Shanghai Peak and run many errands.
A disciple of the Xilai Peak said expressionlessly, "Of course we know you are from the sword demon lineage. Since you have been banished from Aoyama, you are no longer a disciple of Aoyama. Hurry up and surrender!"
Yuan Qu was so angry that he laughed. He asked, "Where are you going to send me after you capture me?"
The disciple of the Xilai Peak said, "Of course we will send you to the Shanghai Peak and put you in the Sword Jail."
Yuan Qu was furious. He scolded, "I wanted to go to the Shanghai Peak anyway!"
The disciples of the Xilai Peak didn't care what he said. They summoned their flying swords and attacked him.
The real sword of the Xilai Peak was the Seven Apricot Sword Technique. The sword moves were strange and difficult to judge. Moreover, it contained the profound meaning of Daoist magic, making it hard to parry.
However, after Yuan Qu entered the Shenmo Peak, he had been learning the Seven Apricot Sword Technique. Jing Jiu even picked a good sword for him that was very suitable for the Seven Apricot Sword Technique.
Moreover, the name given by Jing Jiu had the word "Qu" in it.
Not to mention the realm, in terms of the mastery and talent of the Seven Apricot Sword Technique, how many people in the Xilai Peak were better than him?
The light grey sword light illuminated the South Mountain Gate. The ice crystals on the sword body emitted a cold light, which naturally created the image of the winter plum blossoms in the snow.
Yuan Qu's Seven Apricot Sword Technique was steeper, more dangerous, and more mysterious than the disciples of the Xilai Peak!
After a few muffled groans, several bloody wounds appeared on the bodies of the Xilai Peak disciples, and they fell to the side of the mountain road one after another.
If Yuan Qu used the killer move of the Seven Apricot Sword Technique, these disciples of the Xilai Peak would probably die on the spot.
The disciples of the Xilai Peak looked at Yuan Qu in shock, and even a little scared.
It was said that Yuan Qu was the least talented person in the Shenmo Peak. Why was his swordsmanship so strong?
Moreover, weren't you a disciple of the Shenmo Peak? How could you know the secret sword of the Xilai Peak?!
How could that light grey flying sword be so powerful?! Could it be another flying sword of the Fairy Grade?
A disciple of the Xilai Peak was in a trance because of the blood on his body. He asked subconsciously, "What sword is this?"
Yuan Qu was stunned. He thought that he should ask his master or the Sect Master to give him a name when he returned to Cloudy Town.
The sword fight at the South Mountain Gate soon alerted the masters of the peaks. An elder of the Xilai Peak, Chi Yan, and the others came riding their swords.
The disciples of the Xilai Peak were overjoyed. They thought that the elder of the peak would not be partial to Yuan Qu, and Chi Yan of the Shanghai Peak was known to be strict and fair.
Chi Yan looked at the disciples of the Xilai Peak and asked, "What's going on?"
The disciples of the Xilai Peak were about to say something, but Chi Yan snorted coldly and said, "What a mess."
With this cold snort, an extremely cold sword will spread to both sides of the mountain road, and some snowflakes fell from the sky.
The name of the Flowing Snow Sword Style sounded gentle, but in fact, it was extremely lethal and powerful. The disciples of the Xilai Peak stopped breathing and could no longer speak.
Chi Yan looked at the elder of the Xilai Peak and said, "I don't care what Senior Brother Fang wants to do, but it's better for such stupid disciples to stay at the Xilai Peak and teach them for two more years."
The elder of the Xilai Peak looked terrible, but he knew that he was in the wrong today. He said, "I'll teach them a good lesson when we get back."
The disciples of the Xilai Peak couldn't speak, but they could hear the conversation between their masters. They felt wronged and wondered what they had done wrong.
The elder of the Xilai Peak glanced at the disciples and sighed. He turned around and left.
If it had been Gu Qing, Zhuo Rusui, or even Zhao Layue who came back from Scenery Garden today, the disciples of the Xilai Peak could have found a reason to keep them outside. But Yuan Qu was the most special one. The elders of the peaks of Aoyama were all smart people. After so many years, who didn't know the relationship between Yuan Qu and the Shanghai Peak?
Fang Jingtian needed Yuan Qijing's support, so how could he offend the Shanghai Peak at this time?
Chi Yan turned around and looked at Yuan Qu. His expression was much softer and his tone was also very gentle. He said, "Ask someone to send a message. I'll send someone to pick you up."
Yuan Qu widened his eyes and said, "Martial Uncle, I'm a disciple of Aoyama. Do I need anyone's permission to go back?"
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