The sword lights were drifting all over the sky.
The light of the Taoist magic and the formation reflected each other.
Yet, the two figures were as steady as ever, just like the sound of their conversation.
The sword lights faded away, and the Taoist magic faded away. Still, neither of them could do anything to the other.
Their conversation came to the end, which was the sentence, "The Great Way leads to heaven, and we go our separate ways …"
Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren stood on either side of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
The Inherited Heaven Sword was slightly deformed.
The scabbard was carved with complicated patterns, and countless formations were hidden in the flowers. The material of the scabbard was the best material of the fairy state accumulated on the Sword Peak over the ages, which could withstand the sky and contain the All in One Sword. Theoretically speaking, it should be impossible for the scabbard to be deformed.
Yet, the scabbard was on the verge of collapsing.
It was not hard to imagine how terrifying the Sword Formation of Aoyama, which had been compressed to about one hundred feet, and the silent attack launched by the two brothers earlier, were.
"If you don't let go, the Inherited Heaven Sword will be destroyed," said Taiping Zhenren while looking at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu looked at him and said calmly, "This has always been my goal; otherwise, why would I take it out? Do you think the sect rules are useful to me, or do you think Yuan Qu and Gu Qing can persuade me? "
The wind blew over the slightly scorched grass, making the miserable marks on the ground look both ridiculous and sad.
Taiping Zhenren stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "If the Inherited Heaven Sword is destroyed, the Sword Formation of Aoyama will cease to exist."
"I don't care," said Jing Jiu.
After a long moment of silence, Taiping Zhenren said, "You'd rather destroy the Sword Formation of Aoyama than give it to me?"
"So do you. Why don't you give the Inherited Heaven Sword to me?" Jing Jiu said.
Taiping Zhenren suddenly burst out laughing. His laughter echoed in the quiet hermit peaks, and it didn't die down until a long time later.
"We are indeed the two most ruthless people in the world."
Their hands, which were holding the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword, were no longer as steady as before. They were shivering nonstop.
Be it Jing Jiu or Taiping Zhenren, trying to defeat each other while controlling the Aoyama Sword Formation had greatly exhausted their spirit and sword energy.
But they really did not let go, even after a long time.
The Inherited Heaven Sword slowly deformed in the hands of these two men. Creaking sounds could be heard, a sign that the sword was about to disintegrate.
The first to disintegrate was a petal in the middle of the Sword of Mandate of Heaven. A small crack appeared there, and then it spread out at a visible speed.
Whether it was the collapse of the mountains or the fall of the sky, it was a process that was getting faster and faster.
In a terrifying, thunderous sound of disintegration, the flowers on the surface of the sheath fell apart and scattered on the grass.
At the last moment, a very faint sound rang out. The Inherited Heaven Sword broke into hundreds of pieces, hovering in the middle of the two hands in Silence.
An indescribable invisible wave spread out in all directions from the Inherited Heaven Sword.
It was the purest and most formidable sword will in the world.
The scorched grass and the scattered wild flowers were knocked down to the ground, as if they had been blown over by a strong wind.
The expressions on the faces of those hermits changed abruptly, and they hid in the manor caves one after another.
The Dead Dog came before Ada and Fang Jingtian and looked at the invisible wave spreading to all parts of heaven and earth, a regretful and sad expression showing in his eyes.
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It was said that the top of Tianguang Peak was the only place from which one could see a corner of the hermit peaks; but in fact, the people could only see the green peak, but couldn't see any specific scene.
The fight between Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren was enough to dazzle all the Cultivation practitioners, but nobody could see it.
All of a sudden, a loud buzzing sound rang out on the top of the peak. Soon after, a strong wind blew over, rolling up the accumulated water in the cracks between the rocks and dropping it toward the ocean of clouds outside the cliff, and then sweeping toward the distance.
The strong wind and the invisible energy wave of heaven and earth didn't have any tangible power, but they seemed to brush over everybody's mind.
The people of the Aoyama Sect felt an indescribable fear and uneasiness.
Many gazes looked at the place where the strong wind blew, and they found it was the stone monument on the back of the Round Turtle.
A dozen deep cracks appeared on the stone monument, with the sand and pebbles falling down from them.
"What has happened?" someone yelled in surprise.
The Round Turtle opened his eyes slowly, a hint of deep pain showing in his eyes that were usually as calm as an ancient well.
Looking in the direction of the hermit peaks, Guangyuan Zhenren's eyes were full of pain as well. His body swayed slightly, and it seemed that he was on the verge of falling down.
Nan Wang walked to the edge of the cliff with a pale face, and yelled angrily while looking in the direction of the hermit peaks, "What the hell are you two old bastards doing?"
More and more people had sensed the change.
Yuan Qu asked blankly while looking at the sky, "Where is the Sword Formation? Where is the Sword Formation of Aoyama? "
The disciples of Aoyama had gotten used to the invisible and powerful sword wills in the sky since the first day they entered the sect, which made them feel comfortable and safe.
Even though the Sword Formation of Aoyama had been compressed to the extreme that day, and the sword wills still existed after they came to the ground from the sky and went to the hermit peaks.
Until this moment.
Guo Nanshan's face turned pale.
Zhuo Rusui kept his cool.
Zhao Layue was expressionless.
Cries started to break out among the peaks of Aoyama.
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"Many disciples of Aoyama must be crying at this moment, as if their parents had passed away."
Taiping Zhenren said while looking at the broken pieces of the Inherited Heaven Sword in his hand, "Some of them cry because of their feelings; some of them cry because of fear; and some of them are moved by the sight of others crying. Speaking of which, human beings, who know a little but not enough, are really ridiculous."
Jing Jiu threw the broken pieces of the Inherited Heaven Sword to the ground and said, "It doesn't matter whether the Sword Formation of Aoyama exists or not, as long as one is strong enough. When they can figure this out, Aoyama will become stronger."
Taiping Zhenren said, "Those who can't figure it out don't have the right to stay in Aoyama."
It was a simple truth. Anything that could bring one strength and a sense of security was often an obstacle to one's progress.
For example, a great fortune, a large mansion, a wife and children, and the affection of one's parents.
But who could give up all of these?
Before this happened, Taiping Zhenren didn't want the Sword Formation of Aoyama to be destroyed, either.
And Jing Jiu was the only one who could make such an important decision so coldly and heartlessly.
"From this moment on, Aoyama will be much more dangerous, but also much freer."
Taiping Zhenren looked into his eyes and said, "But it's you who will be free."
Yes, Jing Jiu didn't need to worry that Taiping Zhenren would use the Sword Formation of Aoyama to wipe out the human world. More importantly … the biggest threat to him was gone.
If the All in One Sword had an opponent in the world, it would be the Inherited Heaven Sword.
"You're right," Jing Jiu said. "I haven't felt as good as I do now since my rebirth."
"I have to admit that my idea seems to have failed again. But have you ever thought that I will have more freedom if I don't have to try to hold the sword of Aoyama again?"
Taiping Zhenren said this to Jing Jiu with a faint smile, and then disappeared from the original spot.
The ultimate goal of the total transformation was freedom.
Even though it was an incomplete total transformation, Taiping Zhenren's movements were still swift and unpredictable.
Jing Jiu also disappeared from the original spot, heading toward the sky.
He had created the Underworld Fairy Sword in the Fiend Prison many years ago. Unexpectedly, he would use it here.
A flash of sword light would appear in the sky of the hermit peaks once in a while.
Two flashes.
A spark would appear when the sword lights met.
Back when Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui were on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, they had caused the sparks to appear in the night sky. The sparks appeared much slower that day, but they were many times more dazzling.
The Green Aoyama Ridge was illuminated by the sparks, and the blue sky seemed to have lost its color.
The sparks caused by the collision of the two swords bloomed irregularly in the sky, creating a spectacular scene.
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The fascinating and formidable huge sparks had finally appeared in front of the crowd.
Standing on the top of Tianguang Peak and in the sky above the peak, the people looked at the hermit peaks in the distance and the slightly distorted sparks that seemed to have been refracted and deformed by a transparent barrier, feeling stunned speechless.
The disciples of Aoyama in the regular Cultivation state had no idea what those scenes meant.
Even the talented swordsmen in the Broken Sea State like Guo Nanshan and Zhuo Rusui could only vaguely sense the profound intent hidden in those sword lights. Only the swordsmen like Guangyuan Zhenren, Nan Wang, the Immortal Tan, Master Shui Yue Nunnery and Master Ōzawa could sense the intent of those sword lights and sparks and develop a yearning for them.
Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren could be said to be the strongest and most accomplished swordsmen since ancient times.
Those sword lights represented time, a powerful will, a talent far superior to the others, and a fortune.
Not to mention that one of them had attained the Dao after reaching the heavens, and the other had an unparalleled sword body.
In a sense, they were not humans anymore.
"As far as the sword work is concerned, they have surpassed the Immortal Daoyuan and are almost as good as the grandmasters of the previous three generations."
Looking at the pale sky and the strangely beautiful sparks of the sword lights, the Dead Dog thought to himself.
The grandmasters of the previous three generations of the Aoyama Sect were all ascendants.
Looking at the huge black mountain-like body of the Dead Dog, Ada meowed once and asked in his mind, "Which of them will win?"
The Dead Dog thought that Taiping Zhenren hadn't completed his total transformation, and Jing Jiu had been reborn from the devil sword. Even though they could travel a thousand miles in an instant and travel freely in heaven and earth, their spiritual bodies would still be at a disadvantage when contending with the sword bodies.
It was then that a huge spark occurred in the highest part of the sky, and countless sword wills shot out.
A bright red light drifted down from the high sky.
Taiping Zhenren lost as expected.
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