The Path Toward Heaven

"In addition, I would like to thank you for your hard work and believe that no one will know that you were killed by me tomorrow."

Uncle Zuo said with a smile: "This is the peak of Jianfeng Peak. Even if it is the sea breaking, I don't specifically use the sword knowledge to check it and I don't know what is happening here.

"If you don't want people to know what happened tonight, then first you have to make sure you can kill me."

After saying this, Zhao Layue waved his hand, and a blue sword light came out of his sleeve and flew at high speed in front of the cliff wall.

The green sword is extremely flexible, extremely fast, and is woven into a light blue light curtain, which seems to be airtight.

Looking at this scene, Uncle Zuo praised and said, "It's really amazing that I'm about to fulfill my wishes."

At night, Jing Jiu also nodded. In addition to the realm displayed by Zhao Layue, he admired her technique even more.

——Since there is no chance of sneak attack, it is better to summon the sword in advance and defend well.

Regrettably, Zhao Layue is so different from the opponent's state that he can't even keep it.

Jing Jiu quickly came to the conclusion that Zhao Layue will die tonight, unless variables occur.

Yun Xingfeng's peak is chaotic, the night is deep, the atmosphere is ever-changing, but the only variable ... is himself.

"Can't beat ..."

Jing Jiu sighed in his heart.

He is in a lower state now, and there is no way to help each other, unless the gray man does not move.

However, who will stand still and wait for you to reach out?

Jing Jiu glanced at his bracelet, thinking what else could he do?

At this time, the battle began.

There is no suspense in the outcome of this battle, it can even be said to be a unilateral injury.

The night wind burst, the clouds were slightly chaotic, and a gray rustic flying sword instantly crossed the distance of more than a hundred feet and came to the cliff.

A very dense and slight sound of flying sword collision sounded.

Dozens of sparks appeared almost simultaneously on the light curtain woven by the cyan sword.

Jing Jiu saw clearly that the seemingly subtle sparks actually contained the power of thunder and lightning and had a terrible impact.

Bihufeng's eight-party sword tactics are still so domineering.

A moment later, the light curtain woven by the blue sword was easily torn by the sword of hidden thunder.

The blue sword fell to the ground, like scrap iron.

Zhao Layue sat cross-legged in the cave, unable to escape.

A few muffled sounds, the gray rustic flying sword, stabbed her body continuously and flew back, leaving seven blood holes.

The seven blood holes penetrated her body, flowing blood constantly, and the picture looked cruel.

Zhao Layue's face was white, leaning against the cliff, with blood on the corners of his lips, and his eyes pale.

The battle of kendo has always been this simple but simple, and it only takes an instant to win and lose, until life and death.

The truth of the strong and strong is very obvious in the battle between flying swords, even cruel.

On the lower side, how can your sword never reach your opponent? How can you defeat your opponent?

"What do you want to say in the end?"

Uncle Zuo walked slowly to the cliff and looked at Zhao Layue with a blank expression.

This is not the victorious or humiliating of the weak before the dying.

If he is willing, Zhao Layue is dead at this time.

It was just that the forces behind him wanted to know what Zhao Layue wanted to check, and how many had already been found.

The most important thing is, she asked who was instructed about this matter, Qing Rongfeng or Tianguang Peak?

He will believe in his words.

He hopes to get some valuable information.

Zhao Layue raised his head, looked at him and said, "I want to say that you shouldn't be so close to me."

When she started talking, the mutation suddenly appeared.

The bracelet between her wrists suddenly turned into a silver light, which broke up like a snake, instantly became longer, and turned into a sword rope to bind Uncle Zuo's body!

In the crackle, several cracks appeared in Uncle Zuo's gray sword robe.

"I want to live by this thing?"

Uncle Zuo looked at her coldly and said.

The gray and rustic flying sword appeared again, slashing towards the sword rope.

A crackling sound.

Where the gray flying sword intersects with the cord, a fist-like thunder bursts out.

However, Jian Suo did not break as he imagined.

Uncle Zuo's expression changed slightly, and he wondered what was going on?

The sword cord tightened and plunged into his body, but in an instant, there was blood spilling.

Uncle Zuo groaned with annoyance.

The disciples of the outer ancestors of Qingshan Zong often carried sword cables with them when they were cruising around Shino, helping them chase down monsters and defeat their opponents.

Those sword cables are just the most common magic instruments, and even the lowest flying swords are far inferior.

Why can't his fairy sword cut off this sword?

What the hell is this?What material is it made of?

In a short time, Uncle Zuo thought a lot of things, and guessed that there was something wrong with this sword, which was far from ordinary as it seemed.

It must be said that it is not a big man in Jiufeng, or even a magical weapon given to Zhao Layue by the master!

Thinking of this, Uncle Zuo regretted that he was not careful enough.

But he was not afraid or worried.

Even if Jiansuo is a treasure, Zhao Layue is too low and seriously injured, how can he change the final outcome?

"Do you think this will kill me?"

He stared at Zhao Layue's eyes and made no secret of his anger and murderous intention.

The gray rustic flying sword flew back in front of him and was swallowed by him.

Jian Maru was greatly vibrated, and countless sword intentions shot out from his body, like a real little sword, blocking the shrinking sword cord.

The clouds spread out a small line, and the stars fell on Zhao Layue's body.

Her messy short hair and blood were all over her face, but it didn't show up, because her eyes were still so calm, and she looked like a cub ready to take the final stroke.

The flying sword is abolished, the sword cord is blocked, what should I do next?

Zhao Layue punches.

She uses introductory boxing.

That is, Nansongting ’s disciples who practice hard in the Matsuma every day.

This type of punching is very common, and it is only used to help outside disciples to perform ceremonial training.

No one has ever thought that this punch will appear in the battle between two sword masters.

There is nothing special about her boxing skills, but she is very standard, exactly like the villains on the pages.

Because of the standard, it is accurate.

More than ten fists fell on Uncle Zuo like a rainstorm.

Zhao Layue's fist is very small, but very hard.

Even the body of a strong man without a clear boundary washed by Jian Gang can't bear it completely.

There were more than a dozen sags in the gray robe in the popping noise.

Uncle Zuo ejected a sip of blood.

Zhao Layue's wrist trembles, the sword rope around his neck, and pulls him to the front of the cliff. His legs that have been crossed are slamming out like lightning, hitting the opponent's back.

Uncle Zuo ejected a sip of blood again.

Zhao Layue kicked his back with his legs and fell backwards, his sword cord pulled straight.

She wanted to use the power of her body to cut off his head.

The sword cord trembled violently and moved slowly on Uncle Zuo's body, making a harsh rubbing sound.

"It's really Zhao Layue, but this can't kill me."

Uncle Zuo panted and said.

The gray flying sword blocked the cord between the necks.

It was so embarrassing that he was forced to be so embarrassed by the juniors who were one level lower.

But as he said, Zhao Layue could not kill him by this alone.

Most of the time, the gap between the realms cannot be bridged by courage, resourcefulness, and other things.

The blood flowed from Zhao Layue constantly, because of the force, the flow rate was even more urgent than before.

Her face was getting whiter and her eyes were getting paler.

She knew that the moment when she could no longer hold the sword rope, it was the moment of death.

At this time, the clouds at the top of the peak dispersed again, and the stars fell.

Uncle Zuo looked at the picture in front of him and suddenly froze.

Even if the sword was in his neck, his eyes were still attracted firmly.

He didn't know when someone appeared before him.

A teenager in white.

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At the moment of life and death, he will be attracted to the sight, naturally not because the white boy was born too beautiful.

He just couldn't understand how this boy in white appeared.

Uncle Zuo was surprised, dazed, and even a little flustered.

Before damaging the eagle, he observed four weeks and confirmed that there was no one.

In the subsequent dialogues and battles, he also determined that there was no sound around the peak-breathing, heartbeat, and naturally no footsteps.

The boy in white seemed to appear out of thin air, and seemed to have stood here all the time.

The question is, if he has been standing here on the cliff, why didn't he see it?Not even a trace of alertness?

Can completely hide their sense of existence between heaven and earth, is the other party a strong player in the wilderness?

No, even the powerful in the wilderness cannot do this.

Is the other party a ghost?

In a very short time, Uncle Zuo thought a lot of things and possibilities, but couldn't think of an answer.

Jing Jiu did not give him more time to think and raised his hand.

Uncle Zuo felt a great danger, his eyes shrank, and he wanted to leave, but he was locked by the sword and the legs behind him.

Jing Jiu's hand fell on Uncle Zuo's neck.

The sound of rubbing is unpleasant, harsh, sparkling, and extremely beautiful.

The whole process is very short.

Uncle Zuo's screams and friction stopped abruptly.

A crackling sound.

Uncle Zuo's head fell like a ripe fruit.

Zhao Layue's face was exposed, and his eyes were also exposed, still so black and white.

Blood spewed from the neck cavity of the decapitated corpse, like a firework in a grand ceremony, like a waterfall in the sky.

Across the sky, the two looked at each other.

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(After writing this section, I feel regretful and regretful ... I should write this as their first meeting. Why should I let Jing Jiu jump directly in front of Zhao Layue because of my bad taste, and it lights up once Phase ... well, it still makes sense, but it ’s so happy to write, everyone remember to vote for the recommendation.)