There was a region of Aoyama in the south, and there was a cluster of hermit peaks in Aoyama. There was a manor cave in one of the peaks.
Perhaps it was because the story Tong Yan told was so good that the stone door of the manor cave wasn't closed this time.
As Zhao Layue and the others walked out from the manor cave, they found the Thoughtless Sword and the Sword of the Universe had already disappeared into the horizon, nowhere to be seen.
This was a speed that Zhao Layue and Gu Qing couldn't achieve no matter how hard they tried.
Leaving the manor cave didn't mean that they could leave the hermit peaks. They stood in the midst of the green peaks, reticent.
A white line suddenly appeared in the sky, with a flying sword at the front end of the line.
In the next moment, countless white lines streaked across the blue sky like combs. They were innumerable swords leaving Aoyama, heading toward the north, like a heavy rain, or a huge white ribbon.
Seeing this, Yuan Qu opened his mouth wide, and Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes wide. Gu Qing was also bewildered, wondering what was going on.
Zhao Layue recalled an event that had happened many years ago.
That day, she and Jing Jiu were about to enter Haizhou City, and the Pure Heaven Bureau issued a warrant for their arrest. The swordsmen of the orthodox sects gathered there. Zhao Layue was worried. Jing Jiu asked her a question.
"Have you ever heard of a sword style called" Descending from the Sky "?"
A few years ago, when she and Jing Jiu walked on the Sword Peak, the swords in the peaks suddenly became restless. Zhao Layue asked Jing Jiu what was going on, and Jing Jiu repeated the same question.
She knew what this sword style of descending from the sky was, or in other words, what it meant.
"This is the Sword Formation of Aoyama."
Hearing what Zhao Layue said, Yuan Qu, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing were stunned speechless while looking at the spectacular scene in the sky.
Zhuo Rusui suddenly sensed the Sword Pill quiver slightly, and the Swallowing Boat Sword expressed its intention to leave. "Since I can't go with you, you go with me." He waved his hand with a faint smile.
The Swallowing Boat Sword pierced through the air, turned into a grey shadow, and flew into the sky at a speed that it had never shown before.
Immediately after, Yuan Qu also felt something. He waved his hand and released his strange sword. The strange sword quickly merged into the sky full of swords.
The countless swords in the sky were not all high-grade flying swords. Some were very ordinary, and some were even sword embryos. Just like that strange sword, they did not have a name yet.
But these were all Aoyama swords.
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Countless flying swords came from the south and descended from the sky, washing the world like a torrential rain.
It was the first time for the people in Zhaoge City to see such a scene, and also the first time for them to see the true Sword Formation of Aoyama.
The first three Cloud Ships to enter the Imperial City were destroyed by the rain of swords in a short period of over ten breaths of time, and they disintegrated and fell to the ground while emitting ceaseless rumbling sounds.
Most of the disciples of Zhongzhou School on the three Cloud Ships died while they were still in the sky. Some of the swordsmen survived and landed on the square. They didn't dare stay a moment longer, fleeing toward the outside of the Imperial City with fear in their hearts.
These swordsmen of Zhongzhou School had cultivated the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth to a very high level. Their movements were so swift that they could cover a distance of over one thousand feet with a single leap. But how could they evade the rain of swords in the sky? No matter how powerful the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth was, it required one to travel between heaven and earth. Now that there were swords everywhere in heaven and earth, where could one evade?
An elder evaded a few flying swords. As he was about to approach the palace wall, a silver-colored flying sword pierced his thigh. He fell to the ground after letting out a horrible shriek. Then the swords pierced through his body, and he died with a spurt of blood.
The same scene could be seen everywhere in the square of the Imperial City. The horrible shrieks of the swordsmen of Zhongzhou School could be heard everywhere. What was more frightening was the sound of the flying swords piercing through the human bodies and the hard green stones.
As far as the eye could see, the splattering blood and stone chips could be seen everywhere, and the corpses were everywhere.
Innumerable flying swords were nailed to the ground, swaying slightly in the wind, looking like wild grass.
This was what it meant to kill people like grass.
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Many people fainted after seeing this scene.
The Cultivation practitioners murmured with extremely pale faces, "Is this the Great Formation of Aoyama?"
The frightened screams of the chancellors in the grand hall could be heard constantly, "Is this the Great Formation of Aoyama?!"
Yes, this was the rumored Great Formation of Aoyama.
The Great Grandmaster Nan Qü, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and Emperor Xiao were all extraordinary swordsmen, but they had become the pitiful hidden swordsmen, unable to see the light of day for the rest of their lives. In fact, many people couldn't understand it; it was because they hadn't witnessed the scene that day.
Who could resist such a powerful Great Formation of Aoyama?
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Countless small holes appeared in the dark clouds in the high sky, and they couldn't be closed.
Those small holes were actually the sword eyes.
Yet, nobody knew that the rain of swords falling down from Zhaoge City was not the most powerful attack of the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
The most formidable attack had already been completed in the high sky.
Jing Jiu and Bai Ren had separated from each other a few miles apart.
The small holes were everywhere on Bai Ren's clothes, which looked similar to the clouds.
She was an absolute spiritual body condensed by the fairy energy at the moment, and her clothes were a part of her. As such, those small holes were the real injuries on her clothes.
Countless strands of fairy energy were seeping out from those small holes like golden threads, dispersing in heaven and earth. The process was slow, but it was irreversible.
"Is this the Sword Formation of Aoyama?" asked Bai Ren while looking at Jing Jiu.
"Yes," said Jing Jiu. "So you can die now."
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This was the story of the day.
Lian Sanyue pulled Bai Ren out from Bai Zao's body, and Jing Jiu trapped her with the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies and then killed her with the sword of Aoyama.
This story was simple, but it was very good.
If he wanted to kill Bai Ren and let Bai Zao live, this was the only possible way to write the story.
"You are indeed someone who has gone out," said Bai Ren. "You are indeed someone who has gone out; you have a good method. I hope you can still employ the Sword Formation of Aoyama when I come back next time."
She was a true fairy lady, so she could tell at a glance that Jing Jiu had paid a great price to employ the Sword Formation of Aoyama, and that he might die in the next moment.
"I dare employ the Sword Formation of Aoyama because I can calculate everything. But you … at least you won't have a chance to come back this time."
Having said that, Jing Jiu disappeared from the original spot, and reappeared a few miles away.
It was undoubtedly the Underworld Fairy Sword he used.
He passed through Bai Ren's body.
The immortal energy that was seeping out from her clothes suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Bai Ren turned to Jing Jiu and found a hint of gold in his eyes. She realized what had just happened, a bewildered expression showing on her face.
Whoosh!!! She dispersed in the high sky, turning into countless light specks and vanishing without a trace.
After making sure that she was dead, Jing Jiu felt relieved. He coughed twice painfully with his eyes closed.
Countless thunder boomed in heaven and earth.
The thunder boomed in his body.
He blinked his eyelashes slightly.
A drop of golden blood trickled down from the bottom of his damaged earlobe, and then spread in the sky, attracting countless birds to chase after it.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunder in his body disappeared. He opened his eyes and flew towards the ground.
The Lone Sword, the First Son, the Thoughtless Sword, and the Sword of the Universe followed him.
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It was deathly quiet in the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City.
No sound of pain could be heard, and no screams could be heard. It was because the ground was full of corpses. To say nothing of the wounded, there wasn't even a complete corpse to be found.
The morning wind blew over slowly, but it couldn't blow away the dreadful atmosphere and the bloody smell that seemed to be condensed like crystals.
Swords were stuck everywhere on the stone steps. Though Ping Yong-Ka was still unconscious, those swords didn't hurt him. They landed precisely around him, looking like a fence protecting him or a cradle.
Jing Jiu landed in front of the grand hall. He turned around and walked to Lian Sanyue's side after shooting a glance at Jing Jiu.
Seeing his pale face, Lian Sanyue asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm not going to die," replied Jing Jiu.
"Can you still fight?" asked Lian Sanyue.
Jing Jiu shook his head.
It was then that a patch of cloud and fog drifted into the royal palace.
As the cloud and fog dispersed, Bai Zhenren walked out from it. "Who's next then?" he demanded while looking at them.
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