Nobody expected Zhao Layue to bet on the Thoughtless Sword.
As for who she bet on, the answer was obvious without a second thought.
Soon after, Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka walked over.
The sword Yuan Qu took out was the nameless strange gray sword. Ping Yong-Jian searched his body for a long time, and finally took out a flatbread given to him by Apiao, feeling embarrassed.
Zhuo Rusui coughed twice and pretended to search his body for a long time. In the end, he took out a golden leaf.
This was an extremely shabby bet, not even as good as the flatbread given by Ping Yong-Ka.
The gentle wind kept blowing on the top of Tianguang Peak, and so did the sound of footsteps. With Zhao Layue taking the lead, more and more people placed their bets.
The elders of the peaks were very prudent, so they wouldn't allow them to fool around. Even though Nan Wang had spoken, most of the participants in the gambling game were the disciples of the third generation.
Surprisingly, all of them bet on Jing Jiu; nobody thought Fang Jingtian would win.
The elders of Xilai Peak fell silent. Even if they wanted to win some face, what could they offer that was equal to the Thoughtless Sword?
Looking at Nan Wang's left hand, which was full of swords, flatbread, and a golden leaf, and then her right hand, which was empty, Guangyuan Zhenren couldn't help but sigh.
Even though Jing Jiu had entered the Heavenly Arrival State in Zhaoge City, he hadn't been in the Heavenly Arrival State for a long time. How could he be a match for Fang Jingtian, a swordsman in the middle state of the Heavenly Arrival State?
The reason was simple.
The Immortal Jingyang had never lost.
Jing Jiu hadn't lost either.
Jing Jiu had participated in many fights over the last one hundred years.
He fought against Gu Qing at the Inherited Sword Competition, Ma Hua and Gu Han at the Sword Trial, the young talents of the Cultivation circle at the Plum Meeting, the Dao Competition, and the fights between the swordsmen later on.
At the beginning of these battles, no one thought highly of him, but he won all of them.
He had long earned the title of invincible in the cultivation world.
Thinking that he was the reincarnation of Perfected Jingyang, he gave off a feeling of invincibility.
Now, as long as he participated in a battle, no one would be optimistic about his opponent, even if his opponent today was Fang Jingtian.
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The battle between Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren for the position of the Sect Leader was peaceful and peaceful. It ended quickly because they were not fighting for life and death. All they needed to do was to determine the difference in cultivation level. However, the battle in the hermit peaks today was a battle of life and death. Even if there were differences in Cultivation Realms and cultivation, who would admit defeat?
Nan Wang was right. They didn't know how long it would take for it to end.
People stood on the top of Tianguang Peak and looked in the direction of the hermit peaks. They could not see anything, but they were still very nervous.
Muffled sounds kept coming from the stele, which sounded like the beating of war drums. Dust rustled down, making people feel even more uneasy.
The dusk grew thicker, and the night came again. The starlight grew brighter, washing the peaks and the drifting clouds among them like water.
No one on the peak spoke. Some people gradually withdrew their gazes and looked at the scenery or their own hands, lost in thought.
Zhao Layue looked up at the starlight in the sky. She suddenly found the starlight dimmed for a moment, so she turned her head to look at the stele reflexively.
The Round Turtle had opened its eyes. A piece of starlight was hanging from the corner of its mouth, and it was swallowing it slowly.
When it finished swallowing the starlight, it slowly turned its head to look in the direction of the hermit peaks. A hint of annoyance and pain appeared in its old and calm eyes.
Perhaps it was because it felt sorry for those two guys who had ruined the family property of Aoyama too much.
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The starry sky in the hermit peaks was even more beautiful.
The stars did not twinkle, as if they were eternally hanging in the night in Silence.
Countless traces appeared in the night sky, some winding, some straight, and some deep, but there was no sign of breaking.
What was brighter were the sword lights, which kept shuttling, colliding, and dodging in front of the black curtain. Sometimes they burst into dazzling sparks, and sometimes they brushed past each other, like two ignorant and ruthless shooting stars that only wanted to destroy each other.
This scene was extremely magical and dazzling. There was no chance to see it in the real world, so naturally, it couldn't be painted by a painter.
Ada blinked his eyes. Those wonderful and magical sword lights and traces were all shattered by his blinking, and then they reappeared in his monstrous cat's eyes.
He had no interest in appreciating such a beautiful scene; he was just a cold and ruthless spectator.
The sword lights that bloomed like plum branches were still so fierce, not weaker than his claw with all his strength.
The straight, boring, dull, fast, and ineffectual sword light … was just flying around in such a boring manner. No one knew why he dared to fight with Fang Jingtian.
Ada thought of these things, and a huge flame suddenly bloomed in his eyes.
The two sword lights met again.
Well … his situation seemed to be a little worse.
No matter whether he admitted it or not, I'll say that you seemed to be dying at that time. What if I didn't help you? As the head of Aoyama, you have to accept my kindness.
Make your move, Ada!
Thinking that he, the Principal Guard, would be remembered in the history of the Green Mountain Sect, Ada felt so happy that he was on the verge of fainting. He wagged his head with the wind and was about to leap into the night sky to sneak-attack Fang Jingtian …
Suddenly, a soft palm fell on his head, and pressed him to the ground, making him unable to move.
The palm was really soft and warm, and it felt very comfortable when it fell on his head. Ada, on the other hand, felt great fear. His pupils shrank to the size of beans, and his white hair stood on end. He uttered a cold and vigilant low cry.
Damn it! Weren't you hundreds of miles away? How come you suddenly came here?
Damn it! How come you've become so powerful after hundreds of years!
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The sword lights, which were many times brighter than the stars, illuminated the hermit peaks.
In comparison to the cracks in the sky, the ground of the hermit peaks was many times more miserable, with ravines one hundred feet deep and ten miles long everywhere. It was a scene of devastation everywhere.
Dozens of peaks had been completely destroyed, but the outside of the manor caves in those peaks were still illuminated with green lights.
If the two in the sky continued fighting, they wouldn't have any scruples at the critical moment of life and death. If the heaven and earth were to collapse, what would happen to those elders of the previous generation who were still behind death doors in the manor caves?
The Dead Dog had been observing the fight in the hermit peaks in order to prevent such a thing from happening.
He had sensed Ada's presence the moment he sneaked into the hermit peaks.
Many years ago, Ada often came to the hermit peaks to cause trouble, so he was quite familiar with this place. But how could he be more familiar with it?
Moreover, Ada had prepared a great deal over the years to guard against the cat.
As such, as Ada was about to jump into the night sky and launch the most shameless and powerful sneak attack at Fang Jingtian, the Dead Dog raised his right front paw and pressed Ada down.
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A huge dog as large as a black mountain.
And a small cat as large as a dandelion.
The comparison of their body shapes and the scene were truly interesting.
The Dead Dog didn't pay any more attention to Ada after pressing him down. He looked at the two sword lights in the night sky in Silence.
The straight sword light traveled at a high speed.
He had never seen a faster sword light despite having stayed in Aoyama for so many years.
Yet, the sword light that was as zigzagging as a plum blossom was not bad either. Its sword wills were zigzagging and indefinite. No matter how fast the straight sword light traveled, it was hard to locate its position. On the contrary, the Dead Dog was almost trapped by it a few times.
"Meow?"
A feeble meow of a cat could be heard in the peak.
The Dead Dog lowered his head to look at the white cat under his paw, his eyes calm and warm, but his willpower was quite determined.
"I know Jing Jiu is the sect master, but I can't get involved in this fight, neither can you."
Ada knew that the Dead Dog hadn't learned the Two-Mind Connection from Taiping Zhenren, so he cursed the Dead Dog several times in his mind, wondering how many disciples of Aoyama the Dead Dog and the Devil Rooster had killed by that pair of brothers.
Then, Ada meowed loudly and confidently again.
The Dead Dog tilted his head slightly, bringing up a gust of night wind. He looked at Ada in surprise, wondering why he was hungry.
Ada meowed twice, indicating that he was extremely hungry.
The Dead Dog lowered his head and held Ada in his mouth after some thought. He leapt up in the night wind and arrived in front of a distant mountain noiselessly.
This mountain was different from the other mountains in the hermit peaks. It was a barren rocky mountain devoid of wild grass and trees.
There were many caves among the cliffs.
There was a stone statue in each of the caves.
Each of the stone statues was a swordsman of Aoyama who had failed to break through the state and died in the hermit peaks.
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