When Zhao Layue left, He Zhan was roasting fish for Sensei in the courtyard, and comforting her that the hotpot was delicious that day. Similar things were happening in many places in White Town. The populace comforted and enlightened each other. However, the number of believers kneeling on the streets was much less than in previous years.
The Broadsword King had recuperated in the small temple for ninety years. The human world hadn't seen any miracles for a long time, so the belief in the Broadsword King had gradually diminished.
These mortals didn't know that in the snowland that they didn't dare set foot in, there were Cultivation practitioners fighting with the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom all the time for different purposes.
The human race and the Snowy Kingdom had been at war for a long time, so they had some understanding of that strange kingdom. The human swordsmen were even more certain of their judgment after the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom gave birth one hundred years ago.
It was unclear where the life of the Snowy Kingdom came from, but it seemed that the Snowy Kingdom didn't need food and yuanqi. All they needed was the cold energy to produce it continuously. When the number of the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom exceeded a certain threshold, the cold energy in the north wouldn't be able to sustain it. As a result, those monsters of the Snowy Kingdom would move southward on their own or be driven by the Queen, forming a dreadful monster invasion.
If the human race didn't want to face the same monster invasion as seven hundred years ago, they had to ensure that the number of the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom didn't exceed that threshold.
Since the human swordsmen couldn't pull the sun closer to the ground, there was only one way left: to hunt the monsters in the snowland.
It was for this reason that the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting had been held in the snowland for many years.
It seemed that the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom didn't care about the deaths of her low-level subjects, as long as they didn't provoke her.
The colorless Thoughtless Sword, which didn't emit any eye-catching glow, disappeared behind a black rock mountain in the snowland.
It didn't take long for the energy of heaven and earth in that place to experience a drastic change. The noise of the avalanche could be heard clearly even from a distance of one hundred miles.
The swordsmen of the Windy Broadsword Sect, the Kunlun Sect and the North Army of Divine Guards sensed the change of energy, leaping into the sky to look in that direction. Smelling the bloody scent carried by the wind, their expressions changed slightly, wondering which sect's important figure had entered the snowland.
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Dozens of days later.
Zhao Layue crossed dozens of black rock mountains and came to the belly of the snowfield. Looking around, the world was pure white, without any other colors.
Her white clothes were stained with the blood of various monsters from the Snow Kingdom. In the vast expanse of snow, it was very eye-catching.
A straight line appeared on the snow. It was the surface layer that had been melted by the sword breath.
The Thoughtless Sword moved close to the surface of the snowfield. She stood on the sword with her hands behind her back, her clothes fluttering in the wind like a fairy.
It was just that her eyes were too indifferent and filled with killing intent, making her seem more like a demoness.
Not long after, the Thoughtless Sword stopped.
There was a bottomless abyss in front of them. It was impossible to see it from afar, but it was terrifying to look down from up close.
Snow covered the black stones of the cliff like a broken wall.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Layue rode her sword down, broke through the astral winds that gushed out from the ground, and arrived at a cliff cave several hundred feet below.
Some places on the cliff wall were extremely smooth, obviously rubbed by some hard object. She could see some slurry residue in the corners.
Only the snow worms of the very high rank could have such power and corrosiveness.
She knew that she had found the right place, so she walked into the cliff cave. It didn't take long before she saw the traces of the sword fire on the cliff wall.
She was very familiar with the aura left in the traces of the sword fire.
Zhao Layue stretched out her fingers to touch the scorch marks left by the sword fire, and then she was surprised to see a few strands of natural worm silk hanging in the cracks of the stone.
More than a hundred years had not been able to cover up all the past.
This was the cliff cave where Jing Jiu and Bai Zao were trapped for six years.
Many stories had happened here.
She thought about where Jing Jiu should have been sitting, so she sat down, closed her eyes, and began to regulate her Qi-circulation and rest.
She had been in the snowfield for more than 70 days, and killed 762 snow monsters. Their ranks were not too high, except for the king rank snow worm, which was a little troublesome. But she was inevitably a little tired.
A whistling sound came from outside the cave, and the wind and snow became stronger.
A whistling sound also came from the bottom of the cave.
In order to save Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, Gu Qing and others directly dug into the ground, and then blocked it with a huge rock. There were gaps between the rocks, so naturally there was wind.
The sound of the wind and snow became louder and quieter, with a kind of coldness, but it was a charm that Zhao Layue was used to and even liked. She gradually entered a state of emptiness.
A few days later, she opened her eyes, and there was coldness and displeasure in her eyes.
The voices of human cultivators came from outside the cave, and those people should be talking about her.
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"I don't know which big sect's senior master is killing monsters here to prove his Dao."
"Hierarch said that if we meet this person, we must be very polite and not offend him. I think he may be an eminent monk of the Guocheng Temple."
"In this case, is it inappropriate for us to collect the corpses of the snow monsters along the way?"
"Senior master won't care about these worldly possessions. It can be considered a small fortune for us."
"Who is it!"
"Everyone, disperse!"
The conversation of the cultivators suddenly turned into exclamations, followed by countless dull sounds of impact, as if countless heavy rocks were smashing from the sky to the ground.
An old voice sounded, "This is the territory of the Kunlun Sect. You rascals dare to steal our treasures. Get out of here!"
The human cultivators were naturally dissatisfied, but they dared not do anything to this Kunlun master.
Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air was heard, followed by a muffled groan and several exclamations.
"Brother Rong! Brother Rong, are you okay? "
"As an elder of the Kunlun Sect, you dare to do such a vicious thing! Are you going to kill us all? "
The swordsman of the Kunlun Sect said in a cold voice, "This mediocre man of the Windy-Broadsword Cult actually dared to attack me. He deserves to die. Today, I only cut off one of his arms as a lesson. Even if the Broadsword Sage comes, what else can he say?"
The outside of the cave suddenly became silent.
If the Broadsword Saint could still attack, would the Kunlun Sect dare to be so arrogant?
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Zhao Layue did not want to pay any attention to the cultivators who could fight over the corpses of the snow worms. But when she heard the man later say that this was the territory of the Kunlun Sect, she immediately changed her mind.
She got up and walked toward the bottom of the cave. She waved her hand, and countless sword wills shot out. In an instant, the boulders that Gu Qing and the others used to block the entrance were cut into pieces. Then she walked out.
While the cultivators were confronting each other, they suddenly saw a woman walking out of the snow cliff. They could not help but be shocked, wondering what was going on.
There were pits about five feet deep everywhere on the snowy ground, revealing the frozen and hard underground. It must be the work of the Kunlun master.
Those cultivators were all injured. One of them was seriously injured, with his right arm broken. He sat in the snow and did not make a sound. He should be the disciple of the Windstorm Blade Cult.
Zhao Layue looked at the swordsman of the Kunlun Sect with white hair and asked, "What is your name?"
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The cultivators who could go deep into the belly of the snowy land must have extraordinary strength, and none of them were idiots.
Especially when they saw Zhao Layue walking out of the snow cliff, everyone knew that she was not an ordinary cultivator and probably had a great background.
The highly achieved swordsman of the Kunlun Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing the remaining sword wills in the crack of the snow cliff. He was slightly alarmed, but his expression didn't change. "Are you from the Green Mountain Sect?" he asked.
Zhao Layue did not answer his question. She looked at him and asked again, "What is your name?"
The Kunlun master narrowed his eyes even more. His line of sight fell on her short hair, which was like wild grass. He asked in surprise, "May I ask if you are the master of the Shenmo Peak? I am Peng Si, an elder of the Kunlun Sect. Nice to meet you. "
Hearing this, those cultivators were very surprised. They looked at Zhao Layue one after another, wondering if this genius who was very famous a hundred years ago had been in closed-door training. Why did she suddenly appear in the snowy land?
The elder of the Kunlun Sect, Peng Si, recovered from the shock and said calmly, "Since the master of the Shenmo Peak has come forward, I'll let today's matter go."
When he found out that this woman was a swordsman of the Aoyama Sect, he was worried that she might be the peak master of Qingrong, Nan Wang. Now that he knew she was Zhao Layue, his fear disappeared.
Zhao Layue was in the upper state of the Free Travel before she stayed behind closed doors. Her talent was indeed amazing; but even if she stayed behind closed doors for a hundred years, she would still be far inferior to him.
Of course, he didn't want to offend the Aoyama Sect. Having said this, he leapt up on his sword, ready to leave.
Suddenly, a faint sound rang out.
Countless snowflakes danced wildly in the air, and a bright red streak appeared in the midst of the snowflakes, dancing like a ribbon.
It was the sword light of the Thoughtless Sword, and also the blood.
The right arm of the elder of the Kunlun Sect left his body, flying toward the sky.
He let out a horrible shriek, and fled toward the sky without any time to counterattack.
Zhao Layue reached out her hand and pointed.
Innumerable swift and fierce sword wills pierced through the sky.
The elder of the Kunlun Sect swayed a few times, and then fell from the flying sword, landing heavily on the snowy ground; he was no longer breathing.
Innumerable holes appeared on his body.
Fresh blood seeped out from those holes, along with some gloomy light specks, which should be the broken pieces of the Sword Ghost.
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