Not everybody understood what Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai meant when they said "it's a pity" at the same time.
Zhao Layue could vaguely understand it, and Liu Shisui understood it completely. As such, the two of them felt the heat on their faces earlier than Zhuo Rusui.
The Elder Sun had completely misunderstood what they meant. He thought that these two senior swordsmen and swordsmen had discovered the problem of his sect master's Cultivation, his face turning pale.
In the next moment, he and those on the street outside finally understood what Jing Jiu and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean meant.
"How old is he?" asked Jing Jiu while looking at Peng Lang.
It was a mild voice that the disciples of Aoyama had never heard before.
Peng Lang didn't know why this immortal senior asked him this question, but he didn't dare refuse to answer. "One hundred and forty-five?" he asked uncertainly after counting with his fingers for a long while.
Even though there was a difference of a few years, it was not a big deal. Jing Jiu felt a bit better.
He and Bai Zao were trapped in the snowland at the time, so it was impossible for them to meet this child.
This child hadn't been born yet when Jing Jiu ascended, so he couldn't be blamed for missing him.
Jing Jiu looked at those people on the street outside. His line of sight moved from Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, and Zhuo Rusui to Ping Yong-Ka in the end.
If Zhao Layue had a colder temperament and didn't try to investigate the failure of Jing Jiu's ascension in the first few years, if Liu Shisui didn't go to the Western Sea Sword School to work as a spy, and if Zhuo Rusui had a calmer temperament and focused more on the sword work instead of making witty remarks, and if he didn't complain so much, it would be possible. Speaking of talent, Ping Yong-Ka was the only one who could surpass this child named Peng Lang.
Thinking of all this, Jing Jiu sighed, thinking that it was a pity that this child wasn't a disciple of Aoyama.
The most troublesome part was that Jing Jiu had already become the sect master of the No-Mercy Sect, so it would be inappropriate for Aoyama to snatch the position from him.
This was different from when he sent Liu Shisui to Yimaozhai to be the house master.
It was deathly quiet on the long street. Everybody understood the meaning in Jing Jiu's eyes and heard his sigh.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were mentally prepared, but their faces were slightly flushed. Zhuo Rusui, on the other hand, was ashamed and shouted, "Are we still fighting?"
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Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai only had Peng Lang in their eyes at the moment, so they didn't continue the fight.
Jing Jiu was relatively better. After all, there were many talented juniors in the Aoyama Sect. At the very least, there was still Ping Yong-Ka, although he was a little too weak.
Jian Xilai had a stronger reaction. It was because the Western Sea Sword School had been destroyed, and the Foggy Island was isolated from the outside world. Who could he pass on his sword work to?
He had spent the last three days preparing for his funeral. He wanted to ascertain the current situation of the ten disciples he had selected, but none of them were suitable.
As a result, he saw Peng Lang today.
And he was a disciple of the No-Mercy Sect.
"Are you willing to inherit my sword work?"
The expression in his eyes was quiet and focused. Everybody could sense his seriousness.
"No."
Peng Lang refused the suggestion without a second thought.
Though he had entered the sect only a short time ago, he was aware that the Western Sea Sword School was the sworn enemy of the No-Mercy Sect, and the sect master was killed by this person.
What else did he have to think about? It was the same as when he dashed toward Emperor Xiao with that sword in his hand and stood in front of the Elder Sun. He didn't think about it at all.
It was because he didn't think about it that he had such a formidable talent in sword work. Even Jing Jiu and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean felt it was a pity.
Hearing his answer, Jian Xilai suddenly laughed after a moment of silence, saying, "You will see it."
What would he see?
He would see the true meaning of his sword work.
Peng Lang understood what he meant, saying, "But you don't have a sword."
Without a sword, how could there be a sword work?
"After being defeated by you back then, I gave up the Sword of Twelve Storey Building."
Jian Xilai continued while looking at Jing Jiu, "I'd like to invite you to have a look at my new sword work today."
No sooner had he said this than a faint and misty energy came out from the ruins of the antique shop, heading toward Jing Jiu at an unimaginably fast speed.
The energy was extremely faint, colorless, and didn't cause any sound of wind; but it was extremely sharp.
It was the sword will.
This sword will came from the ancient cauldron in the ruins.
A sword sound rang out on the long street.
A sword light appeared in front of Jing Jiu, extremely bright.
Jing Jiu retreated a few miles.
His white cloth tousled, and a part of it fell off.
Another extremely faint sword essence appeared from the wall on the side of the street.
This sword will didn't come from any material object, but from the cracks of the brick wall.
In the next moment, more and more sword wills came out from the cracks of the stone, the tiles, and the eaves, and from everywhere else.
Hundreds of sword lights seemed to appear around Jing Jiu at the same time, and the crisp sword sounds could be heard incessantly.
Where did these sword wills come from?
Countless sword wills came out from the material objects and the incorporeal lines, striking down at Jing Jiu without any pause.
For example, the door planks, the cracks of the door planks, and the traces left by the wind and the flower petals blown away by the wind.
What kind of sword work was this?
When those sword wills met Jing Jiu's, a sword light would come out.
Countless sword lights were like lines drawn with bright colors, covering his face. One could only vaguely see more and more tears on his white robe.
Jian Xilai said while looking at Peng Lang, "Anything can be a sword, like the rainwater, the glacier, or even a thread."
Though Peng Lang had only practiced the most basic sword instructions in the No-Mercy Sect, he had an amazing talent in sword work, so he could sense the significance of those sword wills coming out of nowhere.
He was fully aware that this was the sword work that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean wanted him to inherit and learn. Though he didn't want to see it, he couldn't resist the temptation.
Even the onlookers of Aoyama were watching the street attentively, concerned about the situation of the Immortal Sect Master. They were also shocked by the sword work displayed by Jian Xilai.
When they found that Jian Xilai had the leisure to talk to Peng Lang in such a relaxed manner, their expressions turned grim. Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were the only ones who remained calm.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the founding grandmasters of the Aoyama Sect encountered the All in One Sword on the Sword Peak and figured out the true meaning of the sword work. As a result, the Aoyama Sect is what it is today."
Jian Xilai continued while looking at Jing Jiu, "The first page of the Aoyama Sword Code says' All in One Sword ', which means that everything can be used as a sword. Am I right?"
Hearing this, Guangyuan Zhenren thought of a possibility, his face looking terrible.
Zhao Layue shot a glance at Ping Yong-Ka and recalled what Jing Jiu had told her many years ago. It was sometimes a monkey, sometimes a flower, sometimes a mushroom, and sometimes a rock. Of course, it was often a sword.
A sword could transform everything.
Everything could be used as a sword.
The four words written by the founding grandmasters of the Aoyama Sect on the first page were the true meaning of the sword work of the Aoyama Sect.
Unexpectedly, Jian Xilai had figured out and mastered the true meaning of the sword work of the Aoyama Sect.
Was it true?
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Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai landed on the long street of Dayuan City. The sky had regained its tranquility, and the ocean of clouds torn apart by the two sword lights had gradually closed up.
After the torn wounds had formed scabs, they would become tougher with obvious bulges. It was the same with the ocean of clouds.
The thick white clouds had a gloomy expression on their faces, blocking the scorching sun in summer and bringing a hint of coolness and tens of thousands of raindrops to Dayuan City.
The raindrops fell down without warning, falling on the green stone slabs and the ruins, wetting the dust into mud and splashing it into innumerable spots.
Everything could be used as a sword. The raindrops were connected to each other and were the best source of sword wills.
Countless sword lights lit up around Jing Jiu and then disappeared. … …
His white cloth, which had many cuts on it, was wet by the raindrops, drooping down feebly.
"That's right. This is indeed the All in One Sword passed down by the founding grandmasters."
The voice of Jing Jiu drifted out amid the raindrops and sword lights.
Hearing this, the crowd had no more doubts. Peng Lang opened his mouth slightly, too shocked to utter a word.
Even Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui had a grave expression on their faces.
More than a thousand years ago, Nan Qü intended to be the disciple of the Immortal Daoyuan of the Aoyama Sect, but he was driven away. As a result, there were so many grudges between them.
Unexpectedly, his disciple Jian Xilai had figured out the supreme sword work of the Aoyama Sect by himself a thousand years later.
He was indeed an unparalleled genius in the sword work and deserved the title of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean. In fact, the name "West Ocean" should be removed.
If Nan Qü knew this, he would be very pleased.
If Jian Xilai could use the true meaning of the sword work of the Aoyama Sect to defeat Jing Jiu, it would be a perfect victory for him.
It was then that the rain suddenly stopped.
It didn't mean that the raindrops had stopped, but that the raindrops had stopped on the same spot.
Even though it was a heavy downpour, it was not a ladle of water; it was made up of countless raindrops. However, the size of the raindrops and the number of them falling down could determine the intensity of the raindrops.
Some of the raindrops were the size of soybeans, and some of them were deformed, looking like the flattened golden leaves.
Some raindrops had just left the clouds, and some had already landed on the green stone slabs, splitting into four parts.
Some raindrops brushed past the tip of Peng Lang's nose, and some had buried half of their bodies in the natural worm silk on his white cloth.
All the raindrops had stopped falling down.
They stopped at their own spots.
Or in other words, they were still.
The sword wills coming out from the raindrops and the cracks on the stone slabs had gradually disappeared. It was because everything had stopped.
The sword lights had gradually withered and then dispersed, looking like the dying fireworks.
"But that's not my All in One Sword."
Jing Jiu walked out.
The fireworks had all dispersed.
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In the previous novels, a chapter was often divided into upper, middle, and lower parts, and sometimes the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, the middle part, and the middle part are rarely seen in the Dao. It's because the ability to name the chapters has been improved. In addition, this story has been written in a peaceful way on purpose to save as much time as possible. As a result, there won't be a particularly long battle plot. The fight between Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai was quite simple, but it was the chapter name of the All in One Sword, so it had to be divided into upper and lower parts. Last month, he said that he could guarantee a daily average of more than three thousand. At that time, he was ridiculed, saying, "Is that a lot?" For a forty-two-year-old middle-aged man, it was quite a lot. Fortunately, it was completed.)
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