The sound of a flute rang out on the peak.
The wind and rain suddenly became silent.
The airflow coming out of the flute holes were all swords. They blocked Zhao Layue's palm accurately and flawlessly.
Then, more sword wills came out of the bone flute and slashed at Zhao Layue's body.
Countless crisp sounds of swords rang out.
Neither Taiping Zhenren nor Zhao Layue used their swords, but it seemed as if countless flying swords were colliding with each other.
In an instant, more than a dozen cuts appeared on Zhao Layue's body.
Blood did not even have time to flow out of those wounds.
A few strands of black hair cut off by the sword wills were still floating in front of her eyes.
Death should have come earlier.
But it was worth it. The warriors of Aoyama had fought for a slim chance for her, and she had now fought for a slim chance for Jing Jiu to win.
Crack, crack, crack. Dense cracking sounds rang out. It was the raindrops falling from the sky being smashed by a figure.
The Netherworld Fairy Sword was indeed the fastest, most ghostly, and most fairy-like swordsmanship and body movement in the world.
Jing Jiu appeared in front of Taiping Zhenren.
He stood in front of Zhao Layue.
He did not choose to accept this slim chance of winning, because it needed to be exchanged with her life.
For him, this was actually an expected and reasonable choice.
He still arranged himself in the front, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui behind him, and the others in turn. As for this world, they were at the very back.
The sword wills coming out of the bone flute met with his fingers in the heavy rain. In a very short time, they met countless times.
Countless tiny raindrops bloomed between his fingers.
With his arrival, the range of Aoyama's sword formation shrank again, and Zhao Layue was sent flying.
He was very close to Taiping Zhenren. The Inherited Heaven Sword was right in front of him, and he could touch it with his hands.
Both hands fell on the Inherited Heaven Sword at the same time.
In the beginning, Jing Jiu let go of the Inherited Heaven Sword because it was useless to hold it.
At this moment, he and Taiping Zhenren held their swords at the same time. They were forced to do so by the Aoyama Sword Formation.
Buzz! Buzz!
The rainwater splashed out from the two hands, forming two perfectly round, flawless balls.
They were like two swarms of wild bees flying in different directions.
The water droplets contained the Sword Will of the Aoyama Sword Formation. When they landed on the cliff of Tianguang Peak, they did not make any sound, but left a deep hole.
It was like a drop of hot oil falling into the snow.
The water on Bihu Peak had finally come out, surging in the woods like thousands of wild horses.
The snow on the Shangde Peak kept falling, making an even more shocking roar.
The torrential rain intensified, and the cries of the apes became even more mournful. In the distance, those mountain peaks that were not stabilized by formations collapsed one after another.
The dark clouds were torn open by the sword intent that soared into the sky, and one could clearly see higher places. In the distant Thunder Region, the whirlpools containing terrifying energy were spinning at a high speed. They reflected a jewel-like halo between the Empty Realm and the Astral Wind, giving people an oppressive and frightening feeling.
"The Sword Formation of Aoyama is going to be destroyed …"
Guangyuan Zhenren stopped looking at the sky and said with a pale face, looking at the two figures holding the Inherited Heaven Sword at the edge of the cliff.
Those who were still on the peak and the disciples of Aoyama who had fled to the sky were all pale.
At this time, a person who no one expected to stand out stood out.
Guo Nanshan rode his sword to the sea of clouds outside of Tianguang Peak. He looked at the two figures at the edge of the cliff with a determined expression on his face.
He was the first disciple of the former Sect Master, Immortal Liu Ci. He grew up in Aoyama and had a deep love and responsibility for this place. He wanted to use his death to persuade Taiping Zhenren and the Immortal Sect Master to let go of the sword formation. Even if he couldn't stop the battle of the Sword Formation of Aoyama, he would at least do something.
Gu Han, Lin Wuzhi, Yao Songshan, and the other disciples of the third generation had guessed his intention. Their expressions changed slightly, but they followed him on their swords without hesitation.
They were ready to sacrifice themselves for Aoyama.
"Let's take a break."
Zhuo Rusui looked at the two figures at the edge of the cliff and said weakly, "The Taishang is the most ruthless. They won't let go of the Inherited Heaven Sword even if all of you die in front of them."
Gu Han felt that his words were extremely rude to his Master. He wanted to scold him, but he found that he had nothing to say.
Both Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu were such people.
"Old guys like them won't be bothered by ordinary life and death matters. Let them play by themselves. "
Zhuo Rusui sounded tired. He wiped the rainwater off his face and continued.
The people on Tianguang Peak and even in the sky heard what he said. They looked at the edge of the cliff with even more complicated emotions.
Aoyama was beautiful, but now it was full of wounds and looked extremely ugly.
Could it be that the Aoyama Sect, which had led the world of cultivation for tens of thousands of years, was going to step down from the stage of history because of the fight between the two brothers?
"So f * cking ugly …" Zhuo Rusui spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted at the two figures at the edge of the cliff, "So ugly! You two ancestors, in front of so many disciples and grand-disciples, in front of so many outsiders, you've become like this. It's very unsightly, isn't it? If you want to die, can you die further away? Don't drag those monkeys down with you! "
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…
Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren ignored what Zhuo Rusui was saying. There was no one else in their eyes except for each other.
Suddenly, the City-Guarding Pen flew out from Taiping Zhenren's sleeve. It dipped into the ink-like rainwater and wrote a few lines of words.
Therefore, other than each other, the two of them also had these words in their eyes.
The handwriting was messy, but one could still make out the meaning.
Liu Shisui, who was controlled by the Two-Mind Link, saw that the Aoyama Sword Formation was about to collapse and the peaks of Aoyama were about to be destroyed. He somehow channeled a strong psychic energy to control the City-Guarding Pen and made his last attempt to persuade them.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew from afar. There were snowflakes in the wind, making it extremely cold.
Even the heavy rain was blown away by the strong gust of wind. It was as if the sky and earth were turning upside down.
A few bolts of lightning that were about to fall suddenly broke into countless pieces. They turned into pieces and disappeared into the rainy sky without a sound.
The Cultivation practitioners in the sky had no way to stand firm against the wind; they dodged in all directions in a panic. Even the important figures like the Immortal Tan Bai and the Chief Nun of the Water-Moon Nunnery had moved further away, unwilling to face the wind head-on.
The water on the peak was blown up by the strong wind. Zhuo Rusui, who was still cursing the old man, was blown into his stomach by the wind. He could not speak anymore.
The dark clouds were suddenly blown away by the wind. The blue sky was revealed, but the sun was nowhere to be seen.
When the horrifying gust of wind disappeared, the people then knew where the wind came from. It was an unimaginably loud sound that shook the heaven and earth.
People would usually describe loud sounds as thunder. In the most exaggerated case, it would be said that there were tens of thousands of thunder roaring at the same time. However, this loud sound was far beyond that.
Many disciples of Aoyama and cultivators from various sects who were slightly weaker fainted from the impact. They floated down the cliff until they were rescued by their masters.
The hut at the top of Tianguang Peak was shattered. Even the stone tablet that the Round Turtle was carrying had a tiny crack on it. The most unbelievable thing was that the light shield of the Aoyama Sword Formation that covered the two figures at the edge of the cliff … started to tremble. It was showing signs of instability!
Countless eyes looked towards the source of the strong wind.
Shangde Peak was covered with countless ice and snow. It looked like a snow mountain.
A huge black dog stood on the peak of the snow mountain.
The black dog looked at the two figures at the edge of Tianguang Peak. Its eyes were extremely cold.
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…
The sky suddenly cleared up and the storm disappeared. The blue sky was like porcelain, but the sun was still nowhere to be seen. The Great Formation of Aoyama had also disappeared.
The two figures at the edge of the cliff had disappeared. The Sword of Divine Mandate had followed them. The Sword of Aoyama must have followed them somewhere else.
The people looked at the distant Shangde Peak again. However, they realized that there was only the snow that had fallen for the past ten thousand years and today. The huge black dog was nowhere to be seen. It was as if the previous scene had never happened.
However, the horrifying gust of wind was just a moment ago. The unimaginably loud sound seemed to still be echoing between heaven and earth.
What was that black dog that was as huge as a mountain?
Most people quickly came up with the answer.
The Guardian of Aoyama, Night Howl.
Only the Guardian of Aoyama, who was so powerful that it could fight against the Kirin, could have such a powerful presence.
When it roared at the sky, even the sun did not dare to appear. Hence the name Night Howl.
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The top of Tianguang Peak had regained its tranquility. The muddy water flowed down the cliff through the cracks of the rocks.
Zhuo Rusui came to his senses. Thinking of the words he had cursed, his legs gave way and he fell into the arms of his Senior Brother Guo Nanshan. Of course, it was also because of his severe injuries.
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu were also severely injured. Fortunately, their lives were not in danger.
Zhao Layue walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the distant Shangde Peak.
Blood kept gushing out from the holes in her clothes. She did not even look at it. Her thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, showing that she was very worried.
Que Niang landed beside her and asked worriedly, "Where did Master and that person go?"
Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren would not let go of the Inherited Heaven Sword, which meant that they were carrying the Sword Formation of Aoyama with them. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for them to leave Aoyama. But why did the peaks of Aoyama regain their tranquility?
Many disciples of Aoyama, including Zhao Layue, had guessed that they must have gone to the hermit peaks.
The two fights between Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren, and between Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian, had taken place in the hermit peaks.
Due to some unknown reason, it seemed that what happened in the hermit peaks would not affect the rest of the world.
The fact that Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren went to the hermit peaks must have something to do with the sudden appearance of the Lord Night Howl.
Everybody was looking at a corner of the hermit peaks in the distance. Que Niang had no idea why Zhao Layue was looking at the Shangde Peak.
Nobody noticed that the Round Turtle, whose eyes had been closed the whole time, had opened his eyes stealthily.
His eyes were opened very small, barely a slit. One could only see his eyes from a close distance and see the sorrow, sentiment and anger in them.
"You two brothers have been treating me as if I don't exist, but that dog has become so obedient when he is angry. Don't bother me if you dare!"
The Sword Jail was at the bottom of the Shangde Peak. The peak masters like Zhao Layue knew that the passage leading to the hermit peaks was in the deep part of the Sword Jail.
Yet, Nan Wang and Guangyuan Zhenren did not look at the Shangde Peak. They were staring at a spot in the sky.
The Immortal Tan stood on a cloud.
Bai Zhenren was on another cloud.
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All the stories happened at the bottom of the well.
Back when Jingyang, Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing had eaten hotpot, they headed for Taiping Zhenren.
Today, he and Taiping Zhenren stood under the sunlight, holding the Inherited Heaven Sword tightly in their hands, looking like two aggressive roosters who would not let go of a worm in their mouths.
What Zhuo Rusui said was correct. The scene was truly unsightly, totally not in line with their identities and their destined status in the history of Cultivation.
As such, the expression in the Dead Dog's eyes was terrible as well.
Looking down at the two brothers from a high position, his breathing had gradually calmed down. The strong wind was no longer blowing over him, and the anger in his eyes had gradually faded away. However, his expression was not as mild as usual; it was exceedingly resolute and powerful.
"No matter what you do and how you fight, you can't destroy the Aoyama."
"The Aoyama doesn't belong to you or you, but to all the people of the Aoyama."
"I'm the Principal Guard of the Aoyama, so I have to guard this place. I'll deal with whoever can destroy it."
Normally, Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren had the Sword Formation of the Aoyama with them at the moment, and they wouldn't be threatened even if they dared go to the lone peak in the snowland. However, for some reason, the words of the Dead Dog worked. As a result, they came here from the top of Tianguang Peak at the risk of breaking away from the Sword Formation.
Taiping Zhenren sighed, "What's the meaning of this? The loyal dog has become its master? "
"I've never been its master," said Jing Jiu. "So you should feel more uncomfortable."
Taiping Zhenren headed toward the deep part of the Sword Jail.
He held one end of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
Jing Jiu held the other end of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
He had no choice but to follow Taiping Zhenren since he didn't want to let go of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
Looking from a high place, the two of them looked like two young friends holding each other's hands, walking away in the gloomy and gloomy passageway.
Seeing this, the expression in the Dead Dog's eyes became warm again, with a hint of sympathy and pity.
The passageway in the Sword Jail was big enough for the Dead Dog to walk freely, so it was quite spacious for humans.
However, the Sword Formation of the Aoyama had been compressed to the extreme, so it had a circumference of at least one hundred square feet.
It was probably because of this condition that the Dead Dog showed up.
The Inherited Heaven Sword exuded a faint sword wills, but the formidable sword wills were concealed in the space around the two of them.
Nobody could stand between them, and nothing could even get close to them.
It was exceedingly quiet in the Sword Jail, devoid of any sound except the footsteps of the two of them. It seemed that the monsters and demons in the cells had all disappeared.
After walking for a long while, Taiping Zhenren's left foot deviated a few inches to the side. Crack!!! A clear and deep sword mark appeared on the hard stone wall reinforced by countless formations, and the metal-like sand fell off in a rustling manner.
The cells on both sides of the passageway were still quiet, but they seemed to sense a sense of fear. Soon after, the sounds of hard objects colliding with each other could be vaguely heard, as if the prisoners were trembling in fear.
The prisoners locked in the Sword Jail of the Aoyama were either the important figures of the deviant sects or the ferocious devil men of the Underworld, who had slaughtered many beings and seen a great deal of blood. The reason they were so cowardly at the moment was because of the formidable sword wills.
Who could have expected that the Sword Formation of the Aoyama, which was the most dangerous existence in Chaotian, could turn into a real object and appear in front of them?
The prisoners didn't dare make any noise or move, for fear that they would be sliced into pieces by the Sword Formation of the Aoyama in the next moment.
The more one was afraid of something, the more likely it would happen.
Taiping Zhenren's left foot deviated from the direction again.
The formidable sword wills cut open the hard stone wall as if it were a piece of paper, revealing a cell in front of them.
A devil man of the deviant sects was locked in that cell, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his eyes blood-red, and his face pale, full of fear.
It was evident that this devil man had misunderstood something, thinking that Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu were here to kill him. He let out a desperate and crazy scream, and employed the demonic magic to rush out of the cell.
It was still soundless, like the snow melting under the sunlight. The devil man of the deviant sects had disappeared in front of Taiping Zhenren, reduced to the tiniest dust particles by the Sword Formation of the Aoyama. Even the blood spurting out from his body was cut into pieces, filling the passageway like fog.
"This is your second mistake," said Jing Jiu.
"It's not important," said Taiping Zhenren.
"It means you're tired, because you're old, even though you're using the body of a ten-year-old."
Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "If it were years ago, how could you have worked so hard today? How could you be different from those laborers you despised the most? "
Since some time, Taiping Zhenren's hand holding the Inherited Heaven Sword started to tremble slightly.
"To achieve great things, one must work hard." Taiping Zhenren turned to him and said, "Haven't you become arrogant as well?"
Jing Jiu had already left the ground completely, passing through the Sword Jail like a gust of gentle wind.
It was not easy at all.
When he came to a certain place, Taiping Zhenren halted his steps and looked at the quiet and narrow passageway on the side, a complicated expression in his eyes.
Many years ago, he was plotted against by Jingyang, Liu Ci, and Yuan Qijing, and was then locked up in this cell. Though his long life in the prison didn't change his temperament and way of thinking, many things had changed nonetheless. For instance, he had tempered his arm bone into a sword shaped like a bone flute, and he had aged three hundred years …
The passageway was very quiet, devoid of any barrier, and not even a speck of dust could be seen. The sword wills of the Sealing of the Thousand Miles of Ice were hidden in the walls.
Looking at the cell at the end of the passageway, Taiping Zhenren suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid that the older one will come after you by locking up the younger one here?"
Back when Jing Jiu brought the Snow Girl to Aoyama, Liu Ci gave a strict order that the peaks were as quiet as a graveyard. Nobody saw them, but it couldn't escape the notice of the Dark Phoenix on the stone beam at the time.
Jing Jiu didn't answer his question. "Are you sure you won't let go of the sword?" he demanded while fixing his gaze on Taiping Zhenren's hand.
Taiping Zhenren thought of a possibility, his expression changing slightly; but he still didn't let go of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
Looking at the cell at the end of the passageway, Jing Jiu said, "I'll have to trouble you then."
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