The iron broadsword seemed to have been resharpened, and many small cracks on it were wiped off. The rest of the broadsword became as bright as new, except for the large crack in the middle that couldn't be repaired. A clear broadsword will spread out like water.
"Thanks a lot," said the Broadsword King, Cao Yuan.
Jing Jiu said, "You're welcome. I've figured out some new magic methods over the last one hundred years. Let's see if they're helpful for your wound."
No sooner had he said this than a pure and exceedingly formidable sword will came out from his right hand and landed on the huge iron broadsword, merging with the broadsword will.
Whoosh!!! A gust of wind rose in the small temple. The broken paint on the surface of the golden Buddha statue quivered, as if it would fall off at any moment.
This was the competition between the most powerful sword wills and the broadsword wills in the world.
Zhao Layue was a swordsman in the upper limit of the Broken Sea State, but she still couldn't bear it. A few strands of her black hair fell off, and she had no choice but to retreat from the doorsill.
Pah!!!! The door of the small temple was closed by the wind.
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After a long while, the door of the small temple was opened again, and Jing Jiu walked out. His face was a bit pale, and the blood stains could be vaguely seen on his broken earlobe.
Zhao Layue shot a baffled glance at him, wondering if they were having a competition or if it was really a competition …
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question. If it were really a competition, nobody would know who the winner was.
The door of the small temple was closed again. It could be seen that most of the golden paint on the surface of the Buddha statue had peeled off, but it looked more energetic than before.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the cliff and looked at the snowland in the distance, asking, "Is it hard to get out?"
Zhao Layue came to his side and asked, "Do you blame me?"
"If you died in there, I would be angry," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue said, "Things like this might happen more often in the future. I'm myself after all."
After a long moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "There is something important between life and death. Maybe you are right."
In the snowland, she walked between life and death for a long time, and once again confirmed that her Dao was different from Jing Jiu's. Perhaps they would go their separate ways, but she would not regret it. Many years ago, she had told Bai Zao that it was a blessing to be able to travel together for a while on the long road. Just like what Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing, they were together now. What else could they not be satisfied with?
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It was not to mourn, even if it was to bid farewell to the deceased.
It was not a nostalgia, though the route he and Lian Sanyue took was the same as the one he and Lian Sanyue had taken a hundred years ago.
It was just a simple journey, just like a human life.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked on the streets of Juye City, wearing conical hats. It was as if they had returned to many years ago.
Innumerable sounds came from all directions and entered their ears, which were quickly processed and turned into useful information. The contest between the Kunlun Sect and the Windy-Broadsword Church had ended a long time ago. The Kunlun Sect had won three of the five contests and gained the control of the Cold Mountain. Even the situation in Juye City had become unstable.
The Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect, He Wei, had attacked ruthlessly. In the last two contests, he had wounded the Windy-Broadsword Church severely and killed an elder of the Windy-Broadsword Church.
This had happened in the spring. Because of the significant event in Zhaoge City, it didn't attract too much attention. In fact, it was a very important event.
After more than one hundred years of plundering by the Imperial court and the orthodox Cultivation sects, the Cold Mountain seemed to have no deviant magic treasures, but in fact, there were many resources hidden there.
Just the Fire Spirit Veins under the ground were enough to make many people envious.
The Kunlun Sect had moved to the Cold Mountain on a large scale and set up the formation at the former site of the Scorching Sun Gorge, which was obviously influenced by the Zhongzhou School.
Having heard all this, Zhao Layue's lethal intent grew stronger, saying, "I want to eat hotpot, all in red soup."
Jing Jiu said, "There are a lot of boiled meat in Juye City, but the red soup is not necessarily good. It's better to eat the meat in your hand."
Zhao Layue said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "I want to eat the red soup!"
Jing Jiu reached out his hand and rubbed her head, saying, "As you wish."
After entering the restaurant and having the not-so-authentic spicy hotpot, Zhao Layue narrowed her eyes satisfactorily and called out the Thoughtless Sword to peel a fruit for Jing Jiu.
The Blue Bird landed on the windowsill, saying emotionlessly, "He Wei has come out. He's in the Scorching Sun Gorge."
Zhao Layue asked her, "Are you not going to change into the human form?"
"It's too hard to be a human," said the Blue Bird.
"But we can eat hotpot," said Zhao Layue.
"I'm a vegetarian," said the Blue Bird.
Zhao Layue said after some thought, "It's true that we don't need hotpot."
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Though the sun was high in the sky, it was still cold on the Cold Mountain. A dark figure was traveling at a high speed on the seemingly barren field. It was the Cold-Signal Bird in the sky.
The sect master of the Kunlun Sect, He Wei, sat on the Cold-Signal Bird, looking down at the ground expressionlessly.
On the mountains and in the wilderness, a dozen small affiliated sects of the Kunlun Sect were cleaning up the area, and more than two hundred Kunlun sword practitioners were setting up the formations at the ruins of the Scorching Sun Gorge.
Though he had won the battle against the Windy-Broadsword Church and had the secret support of Zhongzhou School, he didn't have the courage to make the whole of the Cold Mountain the territory of the Kunlun Sect. The Imperial court and the Aoyama Sect wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.
In fact, if it weren't for that matter, he wouldn't have attacked them so ruthlessly in the spring.
The Zhongzhou School would believe in his sincerity only if he cut off all his escape routes.
The reason he needed the Zhongzhou School to believe in his sincerity was because … Zhao Layue was still alive.
Zhao Layue might have guessed that it was he who had done it.
If the Aoyama Sect came to trouble him, he wouldn't admit it, but now that Jing Jiu had woken up … he didn't dare take the risk, and nobody knew when the Broadsword King would recover from his wound.
Before that, he had to deal with the matter given to him by the Zhongzhou School, so that he would have a chance to obtain the magic method and even a wisp of fairy energy from the back mountain of Cloud-Dream Mountain, and then he might have a chance to break through the state and become a truly powerful figure.
The Cold-Signal Bird flew to the sky above the ruins of the Scorching Sun Gorge.
Seeing their sect master arrive in person, the elders and disciples of the Kunlun Sect bowed to him reverently.
Seeing the huge crack on the ground spanning one hundred miles, He Wei recalled the power of Liu Ci's sword, feeling a chill in his heart. "Move faster," he yelled sternly.
The elders and disciples of the Kunlun Sect hurriedly responded.
Suddenly, the look in He Wei's eyes changed slightly. Without hesitation, he summoned his flying sword, exerted his most powerful sword movement, and slashed toward the distant sky!
An extremely bright and extremely cold sword light appeared between heaven and earth, full of killing intent, and unimaginably powerful!
The grass in the Wilderness was swept up by the wind, and the gravel was rolling.
The disciples of the Kunlun Sect looked at the sky in shock, wondering if it was some evildoer who slipped through the net and came to spy on them.
He was courting death!
Crack! There was a light sound.
The powerful sword light melted in the sky like snow in the sunlight.
An extremely faint sword light flashed past He Wei's body, leaving behind a white mark that looked like snow.
His right arm was separated from his body, falling to the ground, blood spurting out.
The sword light and the white trace converged into one point, revealing a figure.
Jing Jiu was standing in the sky several miles away.
His white robe was fluttering.
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