The Path Toward Heaven

At that time, the night was quiet, there was no one at the bottom of the peak, and Yun Xingfeng's deacons did not find Jing Jiu's arrival.

On the array showing the position of the sword cards in the small building, only Zhao Layue's sword cards can be seen deep in the distant clouds.

The sword card belonging to Jing Jiu lay quietly in the corner of the cave house.

Several monkeys flew around the cliff outside the cave.

Jing Jiu embarked on Jianfeng.

There are no trees in Jianfeng, and the stones between the cliffs are full of sturdy sword intentions. In addition to wild grass, it is difficult for other plants to survive here.

As for the beast, he couldn't see one. Looking around, it was a lonely, dead life.

For ordinary inner disciples, walking in Jianfeng is very difficult. Even those disciples who have successfully taken swords, they still have a lingering fear when they think of their feelings on Jianfeng, but for Jing Jiu, Jianfeng has no special place like other places.

He walked between the peaks and was on a level ground, not to mention walking vigorously, but the speed was extremely fast.

No matter how steep the cliff face is, he will not climb with his hands, and he does not feel how he exerts force. In short, he walked up very easily.

Soon, he came to the middle of Jianfeng, to the edge of the clouds.

If someone looked up from the bottom of the peak at this time, he would only be regarded as a black spot in the mess.

The first time you climbed Jianfeng, you will be able to come to the edge of the clouds are very good inner disciples.

Disciples who can walk directly into the clouds are very rare.

Jing Jiu went in.

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Yun Xingfeng, the cloud is always walking.

Thick and humid clouds are constantly rolling, obscuring all light and darkness.

There are more swordsmanship here, and it is more natural. If you are an ordinary disciple, a few breaths will not be able to withstand the attack of swordsmanship.

These swords and darkness had no effect on Jing Jiu. On the contrary, after coming to the clouds, he didn't need to cover his figure, he walked up faster, until it turned into a light smoke, and the steps were dozens of feet Only ears are swayed by the wind, listening to the sound between the world and the sky, to ensure that no obstacles will be encountered.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Jiu stopped.

It should be not far from the peak here. Lin Wuzhi's judgment was correct. Before the death of Uncle Mo Shixian of Shiyue Peak, Jing Jiu's words really inspired the last pride. The sword reached such a high peak.

Jing Jiujing quietly perceives the hundreds of sword intentions that have been reduced in the surroundings, but the breath is more decisive, judging that it should be still higher and leap forward.

Silently, his feet landed on the ground.

The dense clouds gradually dispersed.

Jing Jiu saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes are beautiful, with white eyes like mercury and black pupils as if painted.

If it is an ordinary person, suddenly seeing such a pair of eyes in the cloud at the peak of Jianfeng, it will definitely startle.

Correspondingly, the owner of those eyes should also be startled.

But Jing Jiu and the owner of those eyes are not ordinary people.

So there is no exclamation, only silence.

You can only see each other's eyes, indicating that their faces are very close.

"Sorry, I don't know anyone."

Jing Jiu said.

His breath brought a breeze, raised a blue thread, and fluttered through his eyes, like a willow branch across the water.

Jing Jiu took a step back and saw the other person's face.

That face is also very beautiful, although not as good as his, but it can also be said that the eyebrows are picturesque.

It's just that the girl's eyebrows are short, very dark, and her hair is very short, very short.

The girl's hair and face are a bit dusty, and it looks very dirty, like it hasn't been washed in a long time.

Here is a cliff with a half-height hole between them.

The girl sat cross-legged inside, like a stone statue.

Jing Jiu remembered who she should be.

All year round, on Jianfeng, the practice of Jianyi quenching body, the entire Qingshan Sect is only one person.

Zhao Layue.

"who are you?"

Zhao Layue asked.

Her voice was very nice, and Qingruo Jianming had a slightly raised tail, as if the sword was washed by autumn water, and finally bounced back.

"Jing Jiu."

Zhao Layue thought about it and said, "I seem to have heard of you."

Jing Jiu said, "I have heard of you too."

Zhao Layue tilted his head and looked at his face, and suddenly said, "You might as well look better in the rumors."

"Maybe the rumors are too exaggerated."

Jing Jiu nodded to her, left the cliff, and went higher.

Zhao Layue ignored him, did not think about it, closed his eyes, and continued to feel the sword around him.

He meant nature, so he used it for his own sake.

Her breath followed the sword's ups and downs, gradually calming down and becoming extremely slow until it seemed as if there was no interval.

Her heartbeat also slowed down, and it was hard to be heard in the roaring wind and the messy sword of the cliff.

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Jing Jiu went to a cliff between the west of Jianfeng.

He was still thinking about Zhao Layue.

I do n’t know if I heard the name a lot. He felt a little familiar, and he seemed to have heard it before.

With those black and white eyes, he always felt like he had seen them in general.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Layue, who is highly valued by the sect and loved by the teacher, only waits for the Chengjian Conference to pass.

But in Jing Jiu's eyes, her eyes are not simple, it seems to hide something, and there is a touch of depression.

But that has nothing to do with him.

He looked around and confirmed that the sword he was looking for was here. His thoughts moved slightly, and he scattered the sword knowledge.

In the hundreds of feet covered by his sword consciousness, and even some places farther away, the swords hidden deep in the cliff all gave birth to induction.

The cliff rock moved slightly, as if being blown by the wind, the gravel fell.

Countless swords were scrambling to rise, but after coming into contact with his sword consciousness, he instantly returned to the Yajian Peak and refused to come out again.

It's like a rabbit who senses danger.

If someone can see this scene, it will be very interesting.

But no one can see the pictures in Jianfeng's clouds.

Unless in between.

Between the cliffs on the east foot of Jianfeng, Zhao Layue opened his eyes and felt the subtle changes in sword meaning between heaven and earth. What happened?

Opposite the other side.

Feeling the retreat and quietness of those swords, Jing Jiu said: "Don't think you are not good enough for me."

After a pause, he said again: "Of course, you really don't deserve me."

Finally, he said, "However, I don't care."

The swords between the peaks remained silent.

"I won't just stay in the mountains like before."

Jing Jiu understood what they meant, and thought for a while, "I'm going to go out this time to see."

The sword's intent suddenly rose and scrambled.

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