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Avoiding the Battle
The Ten Thousand Swords Mountain was the foundation of the Wanjian Pavilion. It was a mountain with countless peaks and many palaces.
There was a wide platform at the peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.
This platform had been there since the establishment of the Wanjian Pavilion. There were countless sword scars on the white tiles of the platform. It was like a witness of an era, exuding an ancient and melodious aura.
This platform had an illustrious history.
When the Wanjian Pavilion was first established, it was suppressed by countless forces. In order to fend off the invaders, the first Pavilion Master created the Ten Thousand Swords Formation.
This formation was an ultimate killing sword formation. It required 3,000 people to set it up at the same time.
Once the sword formation was set up, spiritual energy would condense into tens of thousands of sword shadows. Each one of them contained an ultimate killing intent. They could easily break through the void and kill people.
It was because of this formation that the Wanjian Pavilion was able to stand firm and become one of the six major forces in the Northern Wilderness Region.
It was even rumored that all the sword formations in the Wanjian Pavilion were derived from the Ten Thousand Swords Formation. This sword formation was the source of all sword formations. It was ever-changing and never-ending.
This platform was where the sword formation was set up. Every sword scar on it was torn by the sword shadows. It silently witnessed the rise of the Wanjian Pavilion.
There were still two days until the battle of the pinnacle.
However, there were some Wanjian Pavilion disciples standing at the foot of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. They looked up as if they were anticipating the arrival of the battle of the pinnacle. Their faces were burning with passion.
Outside the Wanjian Pavilion, many figures appeared in the vast void.
These figures were all martial artists who had heard the news and came.
They were not Wanjian Pavilion disciples and were not allowed to step into the Wanjian Pavilion. Therefore, they stood in the void and looked up, focusing on the peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.
Other than here, there were even more martial artists in Ancient Sword City.
They were temporarily staying in Ancient Sword City in order to wait for the arrival of the pinnacle battle. Moreover, during this process, the number of cultivators was constantly increasing, and the momentum of the battle was becoming greater and greater.
The sun rose and set, and the moon was bright and dark.
As the crowd waited bitterly, two days finally passed.
On this day, before the sun had risen, a great clamor of discussion rang out from every corner of the Wanjian Pavilion. At the same time, all the disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion stopped cultivating and hurried to the Myriad Swords Mountain.
When the morning light shone through the clouds, thousands of Wanjian Pavilion disciples had already gathered on Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Apart from this place, the huge Wanjian Pavilion was like a ghost town. There was not a single person in sight.
It was even grander than the Heaven-Ascending Sword Gathering.
Everyone had gathered here to watch the battle of the peak!
Of the three major lineages, the first to arrive was actually the law enforcement lineage.
The Blood Mage Squad and Enforcer Squad were all mobilized, guarding various parts of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. At the same time, they were also secretly on guard, carefully maintaining the peace of the Wanjian Pavilion.
"There are so many people!" When Ning Lefan arrived, he only took a glance and was shocked by the scene in front of him.
As far as the eye could see, on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, in the air, in the pavilions, and outside the pavilions, there were densely packed figures. There were so many of them that it was impossible to count them all. Just the sound of their discussions was deafening and shocking.
Outside the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the entire expanse of space had already been covered by figures.
These people had been waiting for a long time.
Today, the battle of the peak was about to begin. How could they miss it? They all stood there, either discussing in low voices or meditating with their eyes closed. The scene was a little chaotic.
"I've been in the Wanjian Pavilion for decades, but I've never seen such a scene. The attention of this battle has far exceeded my imagination." Lei Yuanguang also looked around and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Beside him, the other three Sword Masters had also arrived.
Unlike Lei Yuanguang who was full of emotion, Yun Changqing frowned deeply. He turned to the side and asked Lu Qingxuan, "Has Luo Yun come out of seclusion yet?"
After they left the Sword Master Peak that day, Chu Xingyun announced that he would be cultivating in seclusion.
This seclusion lasted for three days.
At this moment, Yun Changqing did not see Chu Xingyun's figure, so he could not help but ask.
Lu Qingxuan shook her head. Just as she opened her mouth, a mocking voice sounded from behind her. "From what I see, Luo Yun probably knows that he's no match for Baili Kuangsheng, so he's using seclusion as an excuse to not show up."
This voice was mixed with Spiritual Energy. It spread out and clearly reached the ears of the crowd. In the next instant, Chang Chixiao, Qin Qiumo, and the others appeared in their field of vision. They stepped on the air and slowly descended.
"Today's battle has attracted the attention of countless people. If Luo Yun loses in front of everyone, it will be too embarrassing for him. In this case, it's better for him to escape from this battle. This way, he might be able to save some face." Chang Chixiao mocked again, completely ignoring the cold gazes of Yun Changqing and the others.
"The battle hasn't even begun and you're already saying such arrogant words. Don't slap yourself in the face when the time comes." Yun Changqing shouted coldly. He stepped forward lightly and blocked Ning Lefan and the others.
"I'm just speaking the truth." Chang Chixiao curled his lips and sneered. "Luo Yun has almost no chance of winning the battle with Baili Kuangsheng. I'm sure you all know this. Since this is the truth, why can't I say it clearly?"
The corners of Chang Chixiao's mouth curled up slightly. He enjoyed the angry expressions of Yun Changqing and the others. His gaze shifted slightly. Just as he was about to continue mocking them, he heard a respectful voice. "Greetings, Pavilion Master!"
As soon as this voice came out, the discussion that lingered in the air immediately dissipated into nothingness. Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw Fan Wujie, dressed in a purple and gold robe, walking over with relaxed steps from afar.
His steps were very light and slow, but every step he took covered a distance of a hundred meters. In just a moment, he was in front of everyone with a gentle smile on his face.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master!" Chang Chixiao did not dare to speak anymore and immediately bowed.
Not only him, but everyone present bowed respectfully to Fan Wujie. Even the cultivators who were waiting outside the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain did the same. They did not dare to be disrespectful.
"Everyone, rise." Fan Wujie waved his hand. He scanned the surroundings and said indifferently, "It seems that we are a little early. The two main characters have not appeared yet."
"If Pavilion Master is in a hurry, we can rush them on your behalf." Chang Chixiao raised his head with a fawning expression.
"No need." Fan Wujie shook his head and did not say anything else. He stepped forward and landed on a lone peak. His back was straight and his eyes were slightly closed as he entered a mysterious state.
Seeing this, the crowd all lowered their voices, afraid that they would disturb Fan Wujie's rest.
Time continued to pass. The blazing sun in the sky also began to slowly move towards the West Mountain.
The crowd was still waiting.
Because of Brahma Wu Jie, they did not dare to speak loudly. Even so, the anxiety emanating from the crowd became even more intense.
Before long, the blazing sun sank into the West Mountain. The curtain of night slowly enveloped the entire Wanjian Pavilion.
The bright moon rose and hung in the night sky, sprinkling down gentle moonlight. It was like a thin veil that dispelled the curtain of night and gently enveloped the earth, causing the crowd to feel a sense of tranquility.
However, at this moment, no one was admiring such a beautiful moon.
The crowd furrowed their brows and constantly scanned their surroundings in search of Baili Kuangsheng and Chu Xingyun. The more they searched, the more anxious their hearts became. Some people even began to discuss in low voices.
Fan Wujie also opened his eyes and stared in front of him with some confusion.
Dusk faded and the curtain of night rose. However, the battle of the apex had yet to begin. Even Baili Kuangsheng and Chu Xingyun had not appeared. This was indeed somewhat strange.
Swish!
At this moment, the crisp sound of a sword rang out.
Before the crowd could regain their senses, a white-clothed youth appeared on the spacious high platform.
He stood on the left side of the stage. His clothes were whiter than snow and his eyes were pitch-black. However, they were filled with a deep brilliance. Those who met his gaze did not dare to look directly at him as they felt a suffocating feeling in their hearts.
"Baili Kuangsheng has arrived!" Seeing the white-clothed youth appear, many people let out a long sigh of relief. At the same time, their gazes involuntarily landed on the right side of the high platform.
As one of the main characters of the battle of the apex, Baili Kuangsheng had already arrived.
However, there was still no sign of Chu Xingyun.
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