Most of the disciples of Liangwang Peak were on the leading sword boat of Aoyama. They sat cross-legged, directing the flying swords to attack the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream. Even though they were nervous, they couldn't help but glance at the young man with a tender face and light eyebrows at the bow of the boat.
Guo Nanshan and the others of course knew Tong Yan, but they couldn't figure out why Tong Yan was here. What was going on? Wasn't Tong Yan behind closed doors on Cloud-Dream Mountain? No, no, no. Even if he had come out from behind closed doors, why was he on the sword boat of Aoyama and directing them to attack Zhongzhou School?
This eerie and absurd scene originated from a long story.
Tong Yan was the best chess player in the world, and he was also the best storyteller. However, he didn't have the time and it was unnecessary for him to tell a story to Guo Nanshan and the others.
In fact, he had only told one story that day, which was told to the Dead Dog, the Principal Guard of Aoyama. The story was quite convincing, so he was able to leave the hermit peaks of Aoyama and come to this sword boat of Aoyama. After coming to the sword boat of Aoyama, he found out that his story was similar to that of Yuan Qijing, so he added a part of it.
This was what he was doing at the moment.
Zhao Layue and the others were still in the hermit peaks of Aoyama. They couldn't come here without their flying swords, and even if they had swords, it would be too late. As for why Tong Yan could come here in time, it was because he had another reason.
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The Zhongzhou School was attacking Zhaoge City on a large scale. All the swordsmen were there, so Cloud-Dream Mountain was undefended.
If the Aoyama Sect wanted to change the situation in Zhaoge City, the simplest way was to attack Cloud-Dream Mountain on a large scale.
This was a common and unorthodox method in the military books in the mortal world, but it was quite useful in this story.
It was because nobody dared attack Cloud-Dream Mountain, never.
The Aoyama Sect had rewritten the history of the Cultivation circle in Chaotian that day.
A white cloud came over from Zhaoge City. The Immortal Tan had come back.
Ignoring the Aoyama sword boat that was attacking the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream, he looked at the wind and snow and said, "Let's stop."
Yuan Qijing walked out of the wind and snow and looked at him expressionlessly. "Have you stopped?"
At the same time, in the Royal Palace of Zhaoge City, Bai Zao was walking slowly toward the grand hall.
After a moment of silence, the Immortal Tan asked, "Do you really want Chaotian to become a sea of fire?"
Yuan Qijing and Fang Jingtian suddenly looked in the direction of Zhaoge City, showing a grave expression on their faces.
They felt an unimaginable aura that shouldn't exist in the mortal world descending upon them.
The solemn expression was a sign of alertness, not fear. They knew that the battle between the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School was about to begin. They had to take down the Cloud-Dream Mountain before the situation in Zhaoge City changed!
"Whether it will be destroyed or not, we'll see after we fight! If you can't take care of the affairs of the Zhongzhou School, don't waste your breath! "
Nan Wang's angry voice broke out in the sky, followed by countless sounds of air being pierced. Innumerable sword strings turned into a comb in the sky and then became a sword, thrusting toward the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream.
Boom!!! The Great Formation of Cloud-Dream quaked slightly, and an obvious crack appeared in the green glow.
Seeing this, everybody, including the Immortal Tan, was stunned.
They were all aware that Nan Wang had broken through the upper limit of the Broken Sea State a few years ago, but this sword … how could it be so powerful? Did she have a death wish?
In the next moment, countless sword strings appeared in the sky again, heading toward the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream with a whistling sound.
Nan Wang felt a bit crazy at the moment.
It was because she heard the thunder in Zhaoge City and sensed the aura that she was familiar with and hated the most.
Lian Sanyue was still alive!
She was in Zhaoge City!
Jingyang, that bastard, was also there!
She was helping Jingyang fight the Fairy Lady!
And she couldn't even take down the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream!
It was truly humiliating!
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"It's truly humiliating."
The Immortal Tan said sentimentally. He opened his hands slowly, and the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream was activated.
The Zhongzhou School had never encountered such a situation since it was founded thirty thousand years ago. The Bloody Demon Church didn't dare do such a thing even when they were at their most arrogant.
Dozens of endless sword strings in the sky had suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Those flying swords attacking the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream had also been disturbed, becoming restless.
Even Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren found that their swords were a bit unstable.
In the next moment, everybody heard the sound they were most familiar with.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
It was the sound of the flying swords breaking through the air.
The people of Aoyama lifted their heads to look at the sky, and then saw the sword rain coming from the south.
Innumerable flying swords weaved into a glittering ribbon in the blue sky, as if they would tie the sky together or cut it in half.
Seeing this spectacular scene, everybody fell silent, including the Immortal Tan.
Only the sound of the flying swords traveling at a high speed could be heard in heaven and earth.
After a long while, a loud boom burst out in the distant Zhaoge City, and then a spark could be vaguely seen, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Looking in that direction, Yuan Qijing remarked sentimentally, "The Young Senior Master is awesome."
"The Young Senior Master is awesome!"
"The Senior Grandmaster is awesome!"
"The Immortal Sect Master is awesome!"
The cheers of the disciples of Aoyama broke out outside Cloud-Dream Mountain, but they all called Jing Jiu differently. It took a long time for them to stop cheering.
Boom!!! The violent wind danced, and the thick clouds shrouding Cloud-Dream Mountain dispersed with the wind. A huge dark figure could be vaguely seen in the clouds.
Facing the humiliation of the Aoyama Sect, the Unicorn couldn't control himself any longer, letting out an angry roar.
As all the disciples of Aoyama thought they would be attacked like a thunderstorm, the roar of the Unicorn faded away, and the clouds and fog retracted, shrouding Cloud-Dream Mountain again.
There was an ocean of clouds higher up in the sky, looking as smooth as a blanket made of snow.
A black dog as large as a mountain crouched on the ocean of clouds in Silence. He pulled back his gaze from Zhaoge City and looked at the deep part of Cloud-Dream Mountain. He didn't make any sound, but the expression in his eyes was exceedingly cold.
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Bai Zhenren had suddenly left, and a dozen cloud boats retreated in a hurry. Everybody guessed that something must have happened to Cloud-Dream Mountain.
In all of Chaotian, the Aoyama Sect was the only sect that could make Cloud-Dream Mountain suffer a mishap.
It was because of two people that the Aoyama Sect could achieve what it had today.
They were Taiping Zhenren and the Immortal Jingyang.
Countless gazes were fixed on the square, on Jing Jiu and Yin San.
A few exceedingly powerful energies landed on Yin San at the same time as those gazes, locking onto Yin San.
Yimaozhai's Boat of Diligent Study had flown back again, and Zen Master's Lotus Sedan had also arrived in Zhaoge City. The atmosphere was as tense as ever.
It was of course the Dragon-Tail Inkstone that Bu Qiuxiao used to lock Yin San.
The lethal energy passed through the space of more than ten miles and landed squarely on Bu Qiuxiao, making sure that he couldn't escape like he did at the West Ocean last time.
Yin San was still calm. He turned to the Boat of Diligent Study and the Lotus Sedan, flashing a faint smile as he raised the bamboo flute in his hand again.
Seeing this, Bu Qiuxiao's expression changed slightly.
This time, Yin San didn't play the flute. He waved the flute a few times casually. The sound of wind entered the holes of the flute, giving off a series of chaotic but not unpleasant sounds.
Countless flying swords left the ground and flew chaotically in the air, but they didn't collide with each other. They twisted together like a hemp rope and formed an ugly huge sword, slashing toward the Boat of Diligent Study!
Such a huge sword was unimaginably powerful. The violent wind howled, and the energy of heaven and earth was in chaos!
"All disciples, back off!"
Bu Qiuxiao yelled and summoned all of his righteous energy, intending to have a life-and-death fight with this huge sword.
Whoosh!!! The violent wind was still howling, but the huge sword suddenly halted in the sky!
It was unclear when Jing Jiu had stood up from the stone steps.
He reached out his right hand toward the huge sword in the sky, his face pale.
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