There was a heavy muffled sound.
Countless cracks appeared on the light blue glacier, looking like spider webs.
Zhao Layue was lying in the middle of the spider webs, fresh blood seeping out. It was a beautiful and tragic scene.
She didn't witness the Battle of Zhaoge City one hundred years ago; otherwise, she would have known that she resembled Lian Sanyue at some point in time, regardless of whether she liked it or not.
The shadow blocking the sunlight disappeared. The sneak-attacking swordsman had left the snowland through the Empty Realm.
In that person's eyes, Zhao Layue had suffered a sneak-attack from his sword of true nature and was severely wounded, so she would die for sure.
Even though she was of natural Dao quality and possessed a magic treasure, she had no chance of surviving the attack of so many Snow Witch.
This place was in the deep part of the snowland, not far from that lonely icy peak. That person didn't want to stay here for too long, and he didn't want to disturb the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom either. As such, he left after one attack.
Who was that person?
Zhao Layue already had the answer.
He was the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect, He Wei.
He Wei had a similar Cultivation state as her, but he had been cultivating for a much longer time, and he was more experienced in sword work than her. Moreover, he sneak-attacked her while she was fighting the Snow Witch, so she couldn't defend herself.
The heavy footsteps could be heard on the glacier. Those Snow Witch were approaching her at a high speed even though they seemed to be moving slowly.
Zhao Layue turned her sword heart slightly. She was certain that she couldn't leave by riding the Thoughtless Sword due to her severe wound. She stood up with difficulty and placed her right hand on her chest. The shapeless sword wills entered her body through her fingers and traveled through her meridians at a high speed, temporarily suppressing the gloomy sword wills left by He Wei.
Then, she reached out her hand and held the Thoughtless Sword in her hand. Her dress tousled without the aid of the wind. She dashed forward like a wisp of smoke, heading toward the nearest Snow Witch.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Countless ice chips shot up into the sky, blocking the view like the sand in the wind.
Zhao Layue flew backward diagonally, breaking through the ice chips and landing at the bottom of the glacier.
A thud!!!
A huge crater appeared on the snowy cliff below the glacier.
Zhao Layue was lying at the bottom of the pit. Her body was covered with blood, but her face was still expressionless. Was she going to die?
When other people encountered danger in the snowfield, they would meet you.
Why can't you appear now?
Well, you sleep in Zhaoge City.
Fresh blood kept dripping down, covering her eyes. In her vision, the entire world was dyed red.
She lifted her sleeve and wiped the blood off her face. If you were here, I wouldn't have encountered such a thing, right?
While she was thinking about these things, the Snow Witch was jumping down from the glacier. They were floating in the sky, getting closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger.
She looked past the Snow Witch and towards the north.
In the distance, a lonely ice peak could be faintly seen.
Why did she come to the snowfield?
It was because she needed to fight, because Jing Jiu had been here, and because Lian Sanyue had intended to do something; but none of these were important; the real reason was quite simple.
She just wanted to see the mountain since she had come to the human world.
What a pity.
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It was the middle of winter, but the grasses were still growing in Aoyama and the orioles were flying.
It seemed that Nan Wang had been behind closed doors for a long time; he hadn't asked the Great Formation of Aoyama to let the wind and snow in for a long time.
It was also because Liu Ci was dead and Yuan Qijing was in Zhaoge City.
Without the four seasons, Aoyama was indeed boring. As such, when the people heard the loud boom on the top of Tianguang Peak, they all rode their swords to check it out.
No matter what had happened, they could talk about the boredom of the Cultivation life, and they could also talk about it when the colleagues of Aoyama met the next year.
The Elder Mo Chi, Guo Nanshan and the others walked out of the manor cave as soon as they could, looking in that direction in surprise.
The stone door of the manor cave had been smashed to pieces, and the wild grass was lying on the ground. The chair in the hut had been blown to the ground by the wind, looking quite disrespectful.
A flying sword was flying in the sky, flashing … the boring gray color, as if it would merge with the gray sky.
The energy of the flying sword was extremely calm, and its Cultivation state was very high, but its speed was very slow. Seeing this scene, the other disciples of Tianguang Peak were bewildered; but Guo Nanshan laughed out, with a hint of nostalgia and sadness in his smile, saying softly, "This guy is indeed like my Master."
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The personal disciple of the former Immortal Sect Master, Zhuo Rusui, had finally entered the upper state of the Broken Sea after staying behind closed doors for a long time.
According to the observation made by Guangyuan Zhenren of his sword that day, his Cultivation state was even higher than that, and he had already reached the upper state.
The whole of Aoyama had learned about this. The disciples of various peaks had come to Tianguang Peak to congratulate him, and also to express their curiosity.
Hundreds of disciples of various peaks stood on the peak top, looking at Zhuo Rusui who was talking to Guangyuan Zhenren, their eyes full of admiration and yearning.
Those female disciples of Qingrong Peak who had heard of Zhuo Rusui's past were full of admiration.
"Senior Master Zhuo has cultivated for less than two hundred years, but he has already reached the upper state of the Broken Sea. He is indeed someone with natural Dao quality!"
"He should be the youngest person in the upper state of the Broken Sea in history."
The disciples of various peaks were discussing this matter.
It was then that a voice suddenly rang out, "He is one year slower than the Immortal Sect Master, so it doesn't count."
The disciples turned around and found that they didn't know the speaker, and they didn't know which peak the speaker was from.
The speaker was Yuan Qu. The Immortal Sect Master he mentioned was not Liu Ci, but the Immortal Jingyang.
Hearing this, the young disciples couldn't believe it, wondering if it was true.
Zhuo Rusui, who was talking to Guangyuan Zhenren in the hut, saw Yuan Qu and heard what he said. He walked over and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
Yuan Qu said, "I've made a copy of all the files. Do you want to check them yourself?"
Zhuo Rusui said angrily, "Why do you have to be so serious? Besides, I'm only one year slower than the Senior Grandmaster, so I'm quite outstanding. "
Yuan Qu said to him with a smile, "I'm sorry, but you are three years slower than my Master."
Zhuo Rusui was taken aback. "Where is she?" he demanded angrily after a while.
"My Master has gone out," said Yuan Qu.
Zhuo Rusui smiled embarrassedly, saying, "I defeated her when I came out from behind closed doors. It looks like she is not confident in herself, and she is trying to avoid me!"
Yuan Qu said in a mocking tone, "Say it again to her face if you dare."
Zhuo Rusui said angrily, "I did it because I respected the Sect Master."
Hearing this conversation, those young disciples who didn't know Yuan Qu felt surprised, wondering who this person was and why he spoke so rudely to Senior Master Zhuo.
Someone said in a low voice, "This is Senior Master Yuan Qu of Shenmo Peak."
The indignation and anger of the young disciples immediately disappeared without a trace after hearing this.
The name "Shenmo Peak" had a special meaning in Aoyama, even though the legendary Immortal Sect Master had been sleeping soundly in Zhaoge City.
"Why are you here then?" Zhuo Rusui felt his life was as boring as before after hearing two bad news in a row. He changed back to his former listless self, saying dispiritedly, "You don't want to see me happy, so you come to make trouble for me on purpose?"
"I'll treat you to hotpot," said Yuan Qu.
Zhuo Rusui raised his drooping eyelids, saying, "Okay."
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Without Gu Qing, no one was in charge of Shenmo Peak, and those monkeys didn't know how to cook hotpot. As such, Yuan Qu led Zhuo Rusui to leave Aoyama and went to Cloudy Town. Scenery Garden had been vacant for a long time, and the Gu Clan had a new master, but the necessary services were still there. As they landed by the flower-shaped stream, the hotpot had just boiled, giving off an alluring aroma.
Sitting by the table, Tong Yan held the top of the long chopsticks in her right hand and moved them slowly in the white soup. Her slow and unhurried manner was indeed annoying.
Zhuo Rusui hated this kind of person, thinking it was disrespectful to the hotpot. He didn't dare criticize Jing Jiu before, but he didn't dare criticize Tong Yan either.
"If you don't like eating hotpot, why are you sitting in the soup? And you have to wait until everyone is here to eat! When you were in Zhongzhou School, didn't Bai Zhenren teach you the rules? "
With such a short sentence, Zhuo Rusui had already mixed the dipping sauce, picked up a piece of tripe and drowned it in the red soup.
Tong Yan ignored him. He put the chopsticks back on the porcelain pillow, picked up a cup of tea, and slowly drank it.
During the time Jing Jiu took a sip of the tea, Zhuo Rusui had already eaten the tripe and drank a bowl of wine. Zhuo Rusui shot a glance at Jing Jiu and continued his attack, "Your Cultivation state is not high enough … Can you work harder? I used to have high hopes for you. "
Tong Yan still ignored him until he ate another two plates of meat. Then she said slowly, "Next spring, Fang Jingtian will be the Sect Master. Are you willing?"
When Zhuo Rusui heard this, the chopsticks in his hand finally stopped in the air. He said, "Of course I'm not willing. What about Gu Qing?"
If the Sect Master of Aoyama fell into the hands of Fang Jingtian, it would be extremely difficult for him or Gu Qing to inherit the position in the future.
Tong Yan asked, "Then what are you going to do?"
Zhuo Rusui used his chopsticks to pick up half of the pig's brain and threw it into the red soup. He said with drooping eyelids, "What else can I do … I'll do it."
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