Back at the Sword Trial of Aoyama, Gu Han had attempted to use the Locking Autumn technique to block Jing Jiu's Sword of the Universe, but he failed.
Did this female disciple of Qingrong Peak also know the Locking Autumn technique?
Countless gazes were fixed on Mei Li. "This is the sword net style of our Qingrong Peak," she said calmly.
It was true that many people had discovered that the sword wills coming out from Ping Yong-Ka's fingers were very thin and soft, more like invisible sword strings that were woven together in a complicated way, looking like a net.
Regardless of whether Fang Xingwai's flying sword was a winding plum branch or something else, it would be like an insect in a spider's web once it fell into the net; how could it fly away?
As the crowd was discussing the matter, Fang Xingwai had also sensed the sticky feeling coming from the flying sword like a swamp. He felt uneasy and knew that he had to take back control of the sword as soon as possible.
He had no time to be angry at this Young Sister for pretending to be pitiful. He summoned his Sword Source in an attempt to take back the flying sword. Meanwhile, he pressed the middle and index fingers of his right hand together to form a sword instruction, ready to employ the most powerful lethal move of the Seven-Plum Sword Style!
It was then that Ping Yong-Ka found that he had actually caught hold of his opponent's flying sword. As he was feeling happy, he suddenly sensed a powerful force coming from the flying sword, and the flying sword started trembling violently, exuding a lethal intent.
He was taken aback at first, but then he felt delighted instead of shocked, thinking that he was familiar with this move!
He was bored because he couldn't practice sword work when he was at the Shenmo Peak. Big Brother Yuan Qu didn't have a real sword at the time, but he often mocked him instead of sympathizing with him and used the Seven-Plum Sword Style to annoy him … Ping Yong-Ka had seen this sword style dozens of times even if he hadn't seen it a hundred times.
The problem was, how could he deal with this lethal sword style?
While Ping Yong-Ka was thinking about this, his hands had already started moving instinctively.
His fingers moved at a high speed in the thin fog. It seemed to be chaotic and irregular, but he had actually employed more than ten moves of the Endless Sword style! Pah!
Pah! Pah! Pah! Amidst a series of crisp sounds of impact, the flying sword that was trying to get out of control was hit by Ping Yong-ka's fingers!
It was like a dragonfly in a rainstorm. Every time it wanted to fly, it would be smashed by an incomparably large raindrop. It couldn't leave at all, and in the end, it could only fall down powerlessly. Its transparent wings and thin body disintegrated in the rainstorm, turning into pieces …
Just like that, the flying sword actually broke into dozens of pieces, as if someone had used a pair of pliers to cut off iron sheets, and floated towards the bottom of the stone pillar.
Fang Xingwai's flying sword was destroyed, and his sword pellet suffered a backlash. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell backward.
A sword light flashed and caught him.
However, no one cared about those flying sword fragments. They fell to the ground and made a series of crisp sounds.
Everybody was stunned, including Mei Li. She lifted her head and looked at the thin figure on the stone post, a surprised expression on her face. It was understandable that he had defeated Fang Xingwai, but how could he know the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak?
The female disciples of Qingrong Peak were also surprised. They asked Mei Li who this person was, but Mei Li didn't say anything.
Some of them thought the scene in front of them was familiar, but then they remembered that Jing Jiu had broken Guo Nanshan's sword with his own hands many years ago.
Guo Nanshan was much more powerful than Fang Xingwai at the time, but Jing Jiu's hand was bleeding at the time, so he wasn't as casual and indifferent as this female disciple of Qingrong Peak.
Someone glanced at Guo Nanshan reflexively.
Guo Nanshan looked at the disciple of Qingrong Peak wearing the conical hat, feeling it odd. Of course, a disciple in his Cultivation state could tell that this disciple of Qingrong Peak had indeed used the most authentic Endless Sword style, and he had learned it very well and had a high level of attainment. It was impossible to achieve such a level without decades of hard work.
Was this disciple of Qingrong Peak a personal disciple of Senior Master Nan Wang?
"Young Sister, please come down," said Guo Nanshan in a clear voice.
Ping Yong-Ka was still immersed in the bewilderment and joy of winning the first sword fight in his life. He looked at his hands in bewilderment, wondering how powerful Senior Master Zhao's sword work was.
The Senior Master Zhao he was thinking of at the moment was not Nan Wang, but Zhao Layue.
Back when they were eating hotpot, Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui discussed the method of entering the sword wills into one's body. He happened to overhear their discussion, which was why he had slept on the Sword Peak for a few years …
Ping Yong-Ka suddenly had an unimaginable courage and self-confidence. He pointed at Jian Ruyun at the bottom of the Sword Forest and said, "No, I want to challenge you!"
The surroundings of the Sword Forest became chaotic. It was not because he had the courage to challenge Jian Ruyun, one of the strongest swordsmen of Liangwang Peak, but because his voice was obviously that of a man!
When was the last time a male disciple appeared on Qingrong Peak?
An elder of Xilai Peak yelled sternly, "Take off your conical hat and identify yourself!"
Ping Yong-Ka didn't mind. He took off his conical hat and revealed his face.
For most of the disciples of Aoyama, this face was unfamiliar, but some of them had a deep impression of it.
Lin Wuzhi shot a glance at Mei Li. Seeing that Mei Li remained silent, Lin Wuzhi knew that she had already known that person was Ping Yong-Ka. He couldn't help but smile.
Some of them had seen Ping Yong-Ka on the top of Tianguang Peak, so they couldn't help but be shocked speechless.
The elder of Xilai Peak yelled with a gloomy expression, "How dare you pretend to be a disciple of Qingrong Peak!"
Ping Yong-Ka said innocently, "I've never admitted that I'm a disciple of Qingrong Peak."
Seeing Mei Li remain silent, Lin Wuzhi's smile grew wider. "Who are you then?" he asked.
"I'm Ping Yong-Ka, a disciple of Shenmo Peak."
His line of sight swept over the masters of the peaks and the disciples of Aoyama, and finally fell on Jian Ruyun's face. "My Master is Jing Jiu," he said.
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Hearing Ping Yong-Ka's words, the surroundings of the Sword Forest became deathly quiet, devoid of any sound.
Many disciples of Aoyama suddenly remembered that there was an inconspicuous disciple of Shenmo Peak who had stayed in Aoyama instead of Cloudy Town.
Before the elder of Xilai Peak could say anything, the gloomy voice of Elder Shi Mingxuan of Yunxing Peak broke out, "In Aoyama, nobody is allowed to mention the name of that sword devil! And you're not qualified to participate in the Sword Trial! "
Shi Mingxuan was Jian Ruyun's Master. Though he believed that Jian Ruyun was more powerful than Ping Yong-Ka, who had only been in Aoyama for a short time … Ping Yong-Ka was obviously a bit strange, and he was the personal disciple of Jing Jiu, so Shi Mingxuan had to stop this sword fight.
Ping Yong-Ka didn't pay any attention to this person, and stared into Jian Ruyun's eyes.
In fact, many people were well aware that this sword fight was inevitable after Ping Yong-Ka mentioned his Master, Jing Jiu.
Jian Ruyun's expression remained unchanged. He called out his flying sword and stepped on it. A few moments later, he arrived in the sky, his clothes tousling in the wind like a large bird.
"Even though you've learned the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak, you're still no match for me, because you can't see my sword."
Jian Ruyun said this expressionlessly while looking at Ping Yong-Ka, as if he were looking at a dead man.
Yunxing Peak used the Old Bird Sword style, which emphasized the birds flying in the sky and the shadows of the clouds. The sword style was extremely agile, resembling the magic methods of the mysterious sects, or even the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth of the Zhongzhou School.
If Ping Yong-Ka couldn't even capture the true trajectory of his flying sword, how could he trap his sword like he did when he defeated Fang Xingwai?
Jian Ruyun waved his sleeve lightly.
A flying sword flew out from his sleeve.
His movement seemed casual, but the flying sword arrived in front of Ping Yong-Ka in the blink of an eye. It was many times faster than Fang Xingwai's flying sword.
"It's too fast!"
As this thought occurred to Ping Yong-Ka, Jian Ruyun's flying sword hadn't flown out from his sleeve yet.
To put it more precisely, Jian Ruyun's shoulder had just moved a little, and Jing Jiu had the idea that his opponent's sword was too fast.
Faced with such a fast flying sword, Jing Jiu wasn't confident that he could trap his opponent with the Endless Sword style. As such, he had only two choices left: to intercept it with his flying sword or to evade it.
It was because he didn't have a sword … so he had only one choice.
The problem was that his opponent's flying sword was so fast that it was impossible for him to evade it in time.
As Ping Yong-Ka was pondering this question, his body had already reacted in advance. He lifted his right foot and stomped heavily on the surface of the stone pillar.
Crack!!! A crack appeared on the top of the stone pillar, the crushed stones falling down from it. With the powerful counterforce, Jian Ruyun flew up into the sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Nobody noticed that before he disappeared, dozens of extremely faint sword lights drifted out of his collar, his sleeves, the soles of his shoes, and his hair.
Jian Ruyun was taken aback, thinking that Ping Yong-Ka had employed the Escape Method of Sword. "You're courting death!" he exclaimed icily with raised brows.
No matter how excellent the Escape Method of Sword was, it couldn't evade the eyes of the old bird. More importantly, it couldn't be faster than a real flying sword.
Jian Ruyun rolled up his sleeve slightly, and the flying sword flew back to him. He stepped onto the flying sword and chased up into the sky. The sword lights shone brightly all of a sudden.
The thin fog enshrouded the stone forest, but it couldn't block the sword lights. The disciples of Aoyama cried out in surprise.
This wasn't riding a sword, but a real sword reining.
Only a sword practitioner who had mastered the true meaning of the sword work could exert the power of the Old Bird Sword style to the fullest by reining the sword.
Nobody had expected that Jian Ruyun had improved his sword work to such an extent after a few years of inactivity.
The Old Bird Sword style emphasized on striking once and killing once the sword was unsheathed. Based on the prowess displayed by Jian Ruyun, Ping Yong-Ka would probably be severely wounded or even killed.
Many people had thought of this possibility. Guo Nanshan was very worried. He wanted to stop this sword fight, but he found that neither Elder Chi Yan of the Shangde Peak nor Elder Shi Mingxuan said anything, nor did they move. They were staring at the clouds in the sky with grave expressions on their faces.
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