In many people's eyes, the Immortal Tan had been standing in the same spot in the square the entire time.
It wasn't until he walked out from the pagoda that the people realized that he had left a long time ago, and he was already a thousand feet away from Lian Sanyue.
The Immortal Tan held a small ancient bell in his right hand.
It is not the Flowing-light Clock used by Lo Huainan and Bai Zao, but the most powerful magic weapon of Zhongzhou School — Scenic Cloud Clock.
"Fall!" Lian Sanyue yelled.
A ray of morning sunlight descended from the sky, heading toward the top of the Immortal Tan's head.
With a light hum, the Scenic Cloud Bell blocked the morning light that contained the might of heaven and earth. The low chime it emitted easily destroyed several ancient trees in the sky.
The Immortal Tan disappeared without a trace again. In the next moment, he walked out from a side room in the western sky.
This was the power of the Scenic Cloud Bell. This was the Wrong Step of Heaven and Earth.
The Scenic Cloud Bell was a very special magic treasure. It was said to be a natural divine object that hung on the neck of a Qilin in ancient times. It was as heavy as a mountain and could not be used through the air like flying swords and other magic treasures. It could only be used by the holder of the bell. No matter how profound a cultivator's realm was, even if it was an Exiled Immortal, as long as the Scenic Cloud Bell rang in their ears, their souls would scatter and they would be in so much pain that they wished they were dead. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would definitely be unable to resist at all.
Of course, ordinary cultivators could not even pick up the Scenic Cloud Bell, much less use it.
Only a swordsman like the Immortal Tan could hold it in his hand casually and walk freely.
It was like when Jing Jiu walked toward Lian Sanyue.
If it were any other Cultivation practitioner, they wouldn't be able to ascertain the location of the Immortal Tan. They would have no choice but to break open the space mirror and flee as soon as possible.
Yet, Lian Sanyue didn't take a step back. She looked at the Immortal Tan in the sky, the fighting intent in her eyes growing stronger and her eyes brighter.
An unimaginably violent aura seeped out from her clothes.
The sun in the east seemed to have sensed her will and shone even more morning light.
The morning light fell one by one, as if it had been sifted through by the dense branches.
No matter where the Immortal Tan came from, he was greeted by a ray of morning sunlight, which prevented him from reaching the front of Lian Sanyue.
How could Lian Sanyue predict his position in advance? Why was she able to see the only truth among so many falsehoods?
The experts from the various sects who could still see the scene on the square fell silent and guessed the reason.
This was Shui Yue Nunnery's Heaven-man connection.
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There was a soft sound.
An extremely beautiful ray of morning light came from the east.
The Immortal Tan walked out from the grand hall in the sky.
The two met.
The morning light brushed past his body. A section of his sleeves and the front of his lapel were reduced to ashes, but it did not stop him from taking the most crucial step.
The Immortal Tan had finally arrived in front of Lian Sanyue.
The two of them were only about a hundred feet apart.
In a battle of this level, this was an extremely rare occurrence.
Yet, the Immortal Tan came so naturally.
Lian Sanyue was also watching them casually.
The Immortal Tan took another step forward and raised his left hand along with a few gusts of gentle wind. He was ready to ring the Scenic-Cloud Bell in his right hand.
Unexpectedly, Lian Sanyue didn't leave, nor did she launch another attack with the fist of the morning light. Instead, she folded her hands behind her back.
She leaned forward slightly, as if preparing to sprint.
A flash of light appeared at the end of her tousling black hair.
In the next moment, a flash of light also appeared at the crook of her clothes.
A flash of light appeared on her neckline, the soles of her shoes, the corners of her lips and many other parts of her body.
These were not sword wills, and she was not a shapeless sword body; but they could be connected to each other.
She and Jing Jiu had traveled together in the world for many years at the Three-Thousand Nunnery, and she had become a grandmaster in the sword work.
Countless beams of light gathered together and formed a light screen. Her body was at the front of the light screen. It seemed that those beams of light were the residual shadows left by her.
She accelerated her speed to an extreme and dashed toward the Immortal Tan.
There was a soft clank sound.
She brushed past him.
Heaven and Earth Mismatched Steps.
She would be at the end of the world if she took a wrong step.
The broken pieces of the light mirror in the square suddenly grew dimmer, and the groups of palaces that had appeared in different places suddenly turned around.
Whoosh!!! The Scenic-Cloud Bell was rung!
The violent wind whipped up, and the sky and earth turned dark. The whole royal palace seemed to be quaking at the moment.
Nobody could see the scene clearly, not even Zen Master and Bu Qiuxiao.
After a long while, the beams of light had finally disappeared, and the royal palace returned to its normal state. There were only two people left in the square, standing back to back with a distance of one hundred feet between them.
Lian Sanyue raised her left sleeve to wipe off the blood on her face, but more blood came out from her nose and mouth. She couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard she tried.
Looking at the Scenic-Cloud Bell in his hand, the wrinkles on the Immortal Tan's face grew deeper, and his cotton cloth was covered with the traces of being burned by the morning sunlight. He looked a bit terrible.
Pah!!! Pah!!! Countless crisp sounds rang out; some of them came from the broken pieces of the space, but most of them came from the Immortal Tan's body.
"I've lost," said the Immortal Tan while turning around and looking at her, his expression was still dull.
Lian Sanyue turned around and said to him, "If you insisted on knocking the bell one more time, you might die with me."
Her face was full of blood and dirt. She didn't look like an otherworldly swordsman Shui Yue Nunnery at all, but more like a naughty girl who had fought with her neighbor's boy.
The Immortal Tan said, "I don't want to die, and I have many things to do."
Lian Sanyue said after some thought, "I don't have anything to do."
"So it's understandable that I lost to you." Looking at her right hand, the Immortal Tan continued sentimentally, "Moreover, the number of Zhen Yuan you have is among the top three in the history of the Cultivation world. Who in Chaotian can be your match?"
Lian Sanyue was still bleeding. She wiped the blood with her left sleeve from time to time, but her right hand didn't move.
The morning sunlight seeped out from the gaps between her fingers. A faint golden speck could be seen in the white sunlight, which could only be seen by Lian Sanyue and the Immortal Tan.
Lian Sanyue said, "It's also part of the fortune of Cloud-Dream Mountain."
"So I'm happy about it."
Having said that, the Immortal Tan leapt up into the air and headed toward Cloud-Dream Mountain. … …
It was quiet in the royal palace for a long time. Everybody was shocked to the extreme.
The Immortal Tan had lost, and he claimed that nobody in all of Chaotian was a match for Lian Sanyue. She had first defeated Kou Qingtong, the last swordsman of the Bloody Demon Church, and then defeated the Immortal Tan, the sect master of Zhongzhou School, who was widely regarded as the strongest swordsman in the world, without any rest … How powerful was this woman?
Why did the Immortal Tan leave Zhaoge City?
Did he choose to give up because he thought the Zhongzhou School had lost two matches in a row and nobody could defeat Lian Sanyue?
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Lian Sanyue fought Kou Qingtong first, and then the Immortal Tan. The sands and pebbles were flying in the air, and the morning sunlight and the sky had all descended to the human world. Nobody noticed that Jing Xin came to the front of the grand hall along the palace wall and was protected by those old chancellors who were still loyal to him.
Seeing the Immortal Tan treading on the air and leaving Zhaoge City, Jing Xin didn't feel sad or disappointed when he knelt down in the Shui Yue Nunnery. On the contrary, he felt relieved.
It was then that Jing Yao noticed that his elder brother was not far away.
The two brothers stared at each other, feeling a bit nonchalant, and then getting nervous; it was because Lian Sanyue was walking toward the grand hall.
Both the brothers of the Jing royal family and the chancellors in the imperial court grew nervous reflexively when they saw Lian Sanyue approaching them; Duke Lu and the others were no exception. Nobody could remain calm when facing her after witnessing what had happened that day.
Lian Sanyue didn't pay any attention to these people, walking toward Jing Jiu.
She suddenly stopped halfway and grabbed some clean water from the air to wash off the blood stains on her face before she resumed walking.
Lian Sanyue walked past Jing Jiu and sat down on the stone steps.
Jing Jiu walked back to her and sat down by her side, looking at her profile.
The peach blossom was still quivering slightly in her hair. It looked even more beautiful after being stained with blood.
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