The Cultivation circle considered Bai Zhenren to be one of the most powerful figures in Chaotian; but the strange thing was that the Cultivation practitioners didn't have a high opinion of her in private.
Like Yin San, Jing Jiu and the recently deceased Kou Qingtong had all said, she was always stingy in doing things.
It wasn't until now that the people had witnessed her prowess.
She was truly powerful.
The Fairy Lady Bai Ren died after turning into a light speck in the sky.
The cloud boats of the Zhongzhou School were broken into pieces after being struck by the Sword Formation of Aoyama. At least hundreds of elders and disciples had died.
Her daughter sat by Lian Sanyue with a pale face. It was evident that she was in a bad condition and would probably die soon after.
Under such circumstances, she was still as calm and aloof as ever, as if the overall situation of the world was still under her control.
It was not a disguise; it was because she hadn't struck yet.
It was evident that Lian Sanyue and Jing Jiu didn't have the strength to fight anymore; who would fight for them then?
"Three wins out of five. The Aoyama Sect has already won."
The voice of Bu Qiuxiao rang out in the sky, steady and determined.
Bai Zhenren shot a glance at the Boat of Diligent Study and asked, "Does two against one count?"
Lian Sanyue and Jing Jiu fought the Fairy Lady Bai Ren. It was indeed two against one, no matter whether it was a one-on-one fight or a joint attack.
"Cloud-Dream Mountain also has two people."
A lotus cloud drifted over from the south, carrying the voice of Zen Master.
The Fairy Lady Bai Ren had arrived in Bai Zao's body. In a sense, the Zhongzhou School had two people.
Yet, everybody was well aware that what Bai Zhenren, Bu Qiuxiao and Zen Master said was merely an excuse.
The Zhongzhou School had destroyed three cloud boats, killed three valley masters, a dozen swordsmen, and hundreds of disciples; it had already formed a blood feud with the Aoyama Sect. Under the circumstances, the wager between Jing Jiu and the Immortal Tan was meaningless.
Looking at Bai Zhenren's expressionless face in the thin mist, he knew that she would not stop today. The attack of Zhongzhou School would continue, and everyone present might die.
A faintly discernible pressure fell from the Boat of Diligent Study onto the square of the royal palace.
A beautiful ray of light refracted through the mirror and landed on the square.
Bu Qiuxiao and Zen Master were ready to strike.
"If you want to die with me, that's fine."
Bai Zhenren ignored them and took a step towards the main hall.
One step.
The Imperial City was shrouded in fog.
A dreadful whistling sound broke out in the sky. The remaining ten cloud boats were heading toward the royal palace. Yue Qianmen and other swordsmen in the Lianxu State were standing at the bow of the boats, looking around cautiously.
Bai Zhenren walked to the front of the main hall and said to Jing Jiu on the stone steps, "The Sword Formation of Aoyama is indeed formidable; but can you use it one more time?"
It was true that Jing Jiu couldn't fight it one more time.
All of a sudden, a crisp sound of a flute rang out in front of the royal palace.
The sound of the flute seemed to come from the stream, from the back of an ox, and from Aoyama.
A youth in red clothing walked in from the front gate of the royal palace while playing the bamboo flute.
As the sound of the flute echoed in the square of the royal palace, the swords inserted in the ground began to quiver as if they had sensed a certain calling.
Along with the crisp sound of friction, a dozen swords left the ground and turned into sharp lights, killing a swordsman of Zhongzhou School who attempted to enter the royal palace.
In the next moment, more and more flying swords left the ground.
It seemed that the Sword Formation of Aoyama was going to rise again!
Seeing that something was wrong, the elders and apprentices of Zhongzhou School flew down from the cloud boats one after another, controlling their magic treasures and Taoist magic arts to attack the youth in red clothing.
The youth in red clothing didn't seem to notice anything. He just calmly and attentively played the flute, walking toward the front of the main hall.
The sound of the flute was melodious. As he moved, more and more swords began to quiver and then left the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Countless flying swords danced around the youth in red clothing. They flew back and forth like lines, killing the elders and apprentices of Zhongzhou School in the sky!
Yue Qianmen descended from the sky and let out a roar. The magic treasure in his hand emitted a white light and pressed down on the youth in red clothing!
Hundreds of flying swords of Aoyama pierced through the sky and turned into a ribbon, entangling the magic treasure directly.
Along with the intensive cutting sounds like a rainstorm, the magic treasure was directly cut into pieces!
The flying swords didn't stop there. They continued to soar up into the sky and pierced through Yue Qianmen's body.
Yue Qianmen let out an angry and painful cry. His right arm was cut into powder by the Sword Will in an instant.
Seriously injured, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He used the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth to return to the cloud boats.
Those cloud boats that were heading toward the imperial palace felt the terrifying Sword Will in the sky and didn't dare to take another step forward.
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The youth in red clothing came to the center of the square of the imperial palace. He finally put down the bamboo flute in his hand and looked at Bai Zhenren in Silence.
The youth's eyes were delicate and kind, but the look in his eyes was so indifferent, as if he didn't care about the whole world being destroyed in front of him.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. They guessed that he should be Taiping Zhenren, or Yin San.
"I can still use the Sword Formation of Aoyama," Yin San said calmly while looking at Bai Zhenren.
He was the former Immortal Sect Master of Aoyama, so he could use the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
The premise was that Jing Jiu, who had the command token of the Sect Master, didn't stop him.
It was obvious that Jing Jiu wouldn't do that under the circumstances.
Bai Zhenren said to Yin San expressionlessly, "Though I don't know how you have survived until now, I can tell that you are still very weak."
Yin San said with a faint smile, "Even if you are a child, you can still kill a few people as long as you can pick up an iron hammer."
Bai Zhenren said expressionlessly, "Why don't you show me the hammer?"
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It was the best opportunity for the Zhongzhou School to leave the city that day, and they had paid the price of a Fairy Book and a replica of Bai Ren's ancestor. If they left Zhaoge City now, all their efforts would be in vain.
Everybody knew that Bai Zhenren wouldn't give up.
The Sword Formation of Aoyama activated by Taiping Zhenren with the sound of the flute was obviously different from the Sword Formation of Aoyama summoned by Jing Jiu.
Yin San said to her with a faint smile, "I don't think you have a chance."
No sooner had he said this than a thunderclap broke out in the sky.
The thunderclap didn't come from the dark clouds in the sky, but from the horizon one hundred miles away in the northwest.
It was the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
It was the angry roar of the Unicorn.
Hearing this angry roar, the people around the royal palace felt fearful, wondering if this divine animal from ancient times was going to come out of the mountains. Royal Concubine Hu's face turned pale, wondering what she should do. Jing Yao, Duke Lu and the others had a grave expression on their faces, thinking that if the Aoyama Sect didn't send someone here soon, they would lose the battle for sure.
Unexpectedly, after hearing the angry roar of the Unicorn, Bai Zhenren turned into a patch of cloud and vanished from the square after shooting a glance at Yin San and Jing Jiu.
A dozen Cloud Boats retreated as quickly as they could, and soon left Zhaoge City. They didn't even care about those disciples who died in the square.
Looking at the sky, the people wondered in shock what was going on.
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Thirteen Aoyama Sword Boats broke through the clouds and surrounded the Cloud-Dream Mountain in the northwest of Zhaoge City.
It was late in the spring, and a snowstorm occurred in the sky.
The six peak masters, including Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian, Guangyuan Zhenren, Nan Wang, Chen Youtian and Fu Wang, and Mo Chi and a dozen elders in the Broken Sea State, were all looking down from the ocean of clouds.
The Aoyama Sect had sent out all their swordsmen!
The Aoyama Sword Boat in the front had already started its attack. Countless sword lights shot down from the boat, heading toward the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
The faint green glow kept flashing, indicating that the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream was defending. It seemed to be fine, but for some reason, it felt a bit difficult to defend.
Standing at the front of the Aoyama Sword Boat, Tong Yan had a calm and nonchalant expression on her face. She kept calculating the weak spots and the operating rules of the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream. She would point her finger once in a while, and the flying swords in the sky would change their direction and fly away.
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