The finger Jing Jiu extended was not the sword style of the Aoyama Sect, nor was it any magic method in Chaotian; it was a simple swing of the sword.
It was because he was fully aware that the fight would be more troublesome if he used the sword style of the Aoyama Sect.
He was the kind of person who disliked trouble the most, and preferred to accomplish something simply.
Simplicity didn't mean that the sword was not powerful enough; it meant that the sword was focused and pure.
It was similar to the sword wielded by the child of the No-Mercy Sect who killed Emperor Xiao amid the falling leaves.
It turned out that Jing Jiu's choice was as correct and perfect as the choice he had made in every fight over the past one thousand years.
Shen Yunmai had no other way to deal with his simple sword, so he had no choice but to fight it head-on.
Fighting head-on was a contest of toughness.
No matter whether it was in Chaotian or the Federation of the Milky Way, nothing was harder than the All in One Sword.
As expected, Shen Yunmai was defeated in this fight.
What Jing Jiu didn't expect was that his simple and focused sword couldn't kill his opponent.
The sword light had pierced through Shen Yunmai's body, but it couldn't penetrate his body. Shen Yunmai was only slightly wounded.
Let's try another sword.
The sword light flashed faintly.
His finger dropped down.
An extremely clear sword chime rang out.
This time his finger didn't land on the center of Shen Yunmai's eyebrows.
It was unclear when Shen Yunmai raised his right hand to shield his eyes.
The sword sound was the sound when Jing Jiu's finger met his palm.
Jing Jiu's finger sensed the countless sword wills encircling it and sensed a familiar energy, but it also encountered a great deal of resistance.
The sword wills coming out from Shen Yunmai's finger were like countless threads woven into the softest and most tenacious cloth in the world, blocking his most focused sword strike like a swamp.
It was the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation on Tianguang Peak.
Jing Jiu had anticipated this. His expression didn't change, and his finger kept thrusting forward.
The crisp sword sound broke out like a rainstorm, echoing in the whole building of the military headquarters.
The desks were smashed to pieces instantly, and many deep marks appeared on the hard alloy walls.
Countless sword lights passed through the gaps between Shen Yunmai's fingers and fell into his eyes.
His face was a little pale, and his eyes were still indifferent, but his expression had become much more cautious.
His white sleeves fluttered again, and snow fell out of nowhere on the ruins.
Amidst several deep buzzing sounds, an unimaginable chill appeared, piercing through the snowflakes and heading towards Jing Jiu.
This was the Snow Stream Sword Art, but it was more powerful and had a lower temperature than the Snow Stream Sword Art of Shangde Peak.
What he used was not a sword, but a cryogenic ray.
The source of the snowflakes was a cryogenic ray gun on the west side of the military building.
Jing Jiu did not turn around, nor did he dodge. Instead, he waved his left hand.
Dozens of sword lights blossomed like plum blossoms, blocking the low-temperature ray gun before twisting upwards and destroying it.
The sword light drifted down and left a plum-blossom mark on Shen Yunmai's left hand.
The Seven Apricot Sword Art of Xilai Peak was the perfect counter to the Snow Stream Sword Art of Shangde Peak.
The expression on Shen Yunmai's face did not change. He clenched his left hand. Thunder rumbled and dispersed the Sword Will of Seven Apricot.
Dozens of self-propelled laser cannons arrived in the sky. Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, they launched another attack.
Thunders in All Directions was the main sword of Bihu Peak.
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Countless sword lights lit up in the depths of the military building.
No one knew what this battle meant.
This should be the most exciting fight of swordsmanship since the founding of Aoyama Sect tens of thousands of years ago.
Countless ancient or unorthodox swordsmanship of various peaks were competing against each other in the smoke and dust. They were mutually reinforcing and restraining each other.
His white robe fluttered in the smoke and dust.
Shen Yunmai reached out his hand and fired a laser cannon.
As far as the eye could see, dozens of self-propelled mechas were advancing one after another.
Jing Jiu waved his left hand, and the Snow Stream came out.
With a tremble of his fingertips, plum blossoms blossomed.
Each had his own way of doing things, and each had his own style.
Innumerable sword lights gradually formed a sword formation. The eye of the formation was actually the generator of the gravitational field inside the battleship.
It had to be said that Shen Yunmai's swordsmanship was extraordinarily profound, and his insight was also excellent. He was able to identify Jing Jiu's weakness in such a short time.
If he could use the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation strengthened by the gravitational field to trap Jing Jiu, what would happen next?
It was then that Shen Yunmai's left hand suddenly couldn't move.
It was unclear when Jing Jiu's left hand had dropped down. Countless thin sword wills were between his fingers, locking Shen Yunmai's hand.
"What sword style is this?"
Shen Yunmai displayed a baffled expression in his eyes.
He was quite familiar with the Inherited Heaven Sword of Tianguang Peak, Shanghai Peak and Shiyue Peak.
Yet, he had never seen such a sword style.
"It's the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak," said Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai recalled the book titled "The Path Toward Heaven", and exclaimed angrily, "Is this the advantage of being a late learner?"
Qingrong Peak appeared very late. It happened after the civil strife in Aoyama and the massacre of Mochen Peak.
The grandmasters hadn't left Chaotian at the time.
Shen Yunmai and Jing Jiu had learned all the sword styles of the peaks in Aoyama, but he had no idea what the Endless Sword style was.
Jing Jiu said while looking at him, "Don't use those dirty tricks. You should be more powerful than you are now."
"But it's boring," said Shen Yunmai.
Jing Jiu said, "It's more boring if you're dead."
"Why don't you go to hell then?" demanded Shen Yunmai.
No sooner had he said this than he flipped his right hand and grabbed Jing Jiu's wrist with countless sword lights.
"This sword style should be derived from the old sword style of Mochen Peak."
He continued while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "If so, it's very easy to learn."
Countless sword lights came out from the hands of the two of them, looking like the light rays of a permanent star.
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The alarm rang out in the building of the military headquarters. Countless weapon platforms started scanning, but they couldn't find the target.
The smoke and dust rose up, gradually obscuring the view; but the sword lights coming out from the inside were still visible.
The sword lights cut everything in the surroundings into pieces like a lotus flower.
The sword lights that looked like the nebula ignored the sturdy alloy walls and all the shielding doors and dropped down from the top of the building of the military headquarters, eliciting many surprised screams.
The laser beams summoned by Shen Yunmai shot out once in a while to increase the power of the sword lights.
"The laboratory is over there!"
"Inform them immediately!"
"It's too late!"
Along with countless surprised screams, dozens of swordsmen of the military in their battle armors rushed over there.
The experimental subjects in the laboratory of the military headquarters were the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter. If they were allowed to escape, they would cause a great disturbance on the Main Planet.
Crack!!! The front door of the laboratory was destroyed, and a monster in the shape of a black cloud and fog, exuding a destructive and cold intent, rushed out from inside.
Yet, it was sliced into the tiniest particles by the sword light before it could cause any disturbance, dispersing like the smoke and dust.
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Was this the strength of the rumored Inherited Night State?
Seeing the scene, everybody was stunned speechless.
The Young Master Shen was indeed the most talented swordsman in the Federation of the Milky Way.
Boom!!! The structure of the battleship on the west side of the building of the military headquarters couldn't withstand the fight between the swordsmen any longer and collapsed.
The smoke and dust rose up into the sky, as if they were about to enter the bright sky.
A few battleships in the space had their main laser cannons activated, ready to fire at any moment.
Hundreds of battleships flew into the sky and aimed their most powerful weapons at the patch of smoke and dust.
As the smoke and dust settled, two figures appeared.
Shen Yunmai sat in the ruins, raising his hands high.
He didn't surrender; it was because his hands were grabbed by Jing Jiu and he couldn't let go of them.
The flesh and blood on his arms had collapsed, exposing the complicated metal lines. It seemed that his arms had been modified thoroughly.
The blood flowed forward from the metal lines and dripped into the dust, making pitter-patter sounds.
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