"In addition, I would like to thank you for your hard work. I believe that tomorrow no one will know that you were killed by me."
Uncle Zuo smiled and said, "This is the top of Sword Peak. Even if it is in the Breaking Sea Realm, if you don't use your sword sense to check, you don't know what's going on here."
"If you don't want people to know what happened tonight, then you must first promise to kill me."
After saying this, Zhao Layue waved her hand, and a cyan sword light came out of her sleeve, flying at high speed in front of the cliff.
The green sword is extremely nimble and extremely fast, weaving into a pale blue light curtain, seemingly impenetrable.
Looking at this scene, Uncle Zuo admired and said: "It's really amazing that the agreement is about to be fulfilled."
In the night, Jing Jiu also nodded. Apart from Zhao Layue's state of mind, he admired her technique even more.
—Since there is no chance of a sneak attack, it is better to summon the sword in advance and do a good job of defense.
It's a pity that Zhao Layue's realm is too different from the opponent's, even if he defends it, he can't defend it.
Jing Jiu quickly came to a conclusion that Zhao Layue would definitely die tonight, unless something happened.
The sword intent on Yunxing Peak was chaotic, the night was dark, and the atmosphere was ever-changing, but the only variable... was himself.
"I can't beat it..."
Jing Jiu sighed inwardly.
His current state is even lower, and he can't help the other party unless the man in gray doesn't move.
However, who would 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.
As expected, there was no suspense in the outcome of this battle, and it could even be said to be a one-sided injury.
The night wind broke suddenly, the rolling clouds were slightly chaotic, and a gray and simple flying sword instantly crossed a distance of more than a hundred feet and came to the cliff.
There was an extremely dense and slight sound of flying swords colliding.
Dozens of sparks appeared almost simultaneously on the light curtain woven by the small blue sword.
Jing Jiu could see clearly that those seemingly insignificant sparks actually contained the power of thunder and lightning, possessing a terrifying impact.
Bihu Peak's Chaolai Sword Art is still so domineering.
A moment later, the light curtain woven by the small blue sword was easily torn apart by the hidden thunder sword.
The small cyan sword fell to the ground like scrap iron.
Zhao Layue sat cross-legged in the wall hole, unable to escape at all.
After several muffled bangs, the gray and plain flying sword pierced her body continuously and then flew back, leaving seven blood holes.
The seven blood holes penetrated her body, and blood flowed continuously. The picture looked very cruel.
Zhao Layue's face was snow-white, leaning against the cliff, with blood dripping from the corner of her lips, her eyes were faint.
The battle of swordsmanship has always been so decisive and simple. It only takes an instant to decide the winner, until life or death.
The truth that the strong are always strong is extremely obvious, even cruel, in the battle between Feijian.
On the side with a lower realm, your sword will never be able to touch your opponent, so how can you defeat your opponent
"Is there any last thing you want to say?"
Uncle Zuo walked slowly to the cliff, looked at Zhao Layue expressionlessly and said.
This is not the victor playing and humiliating the weak before dying.
If he wanted, Zhao Layue would be dead by this time.
It's just that the forces behind him wanted to know what exactly Zhao Layue wanted to investigate and how much they had already found.
The most important thing is, who ordered her to investigate this matter, Qingrong Peak or Tianguang Peak
When a person is about to die, he believes his words.
He hoped to get some valuable information.
Zhao Layue raised her head, looked at him and said, "What I want to say is that you shouldn't be so close to me."
As soon as she began to speak, the sudden change occurred.
The bracelet on her wrist suddenly turned into a ray of silver light, piercing through the air like a snake, and instantly became longer, turning into a sword rope that bound Master Zuo's body!
In the screeching sound, several cracks appeared on Master Zuo's gray sword robe.
"Do you want to live with this thing?"
Uncle Zuo looked at her and said indifferently.
The gray and rustic flying sword reappeared, slashing towards the sword rope.
There was a clear snap.
Where the gray flying sword intersected with the sword rope, a ball of lightning fire the size of a fist burst out.
However, the sword cable did not break as he imagined.
Uncle Zuo's expression changed slightly, thinking what's going on
The sword rope tightened and plunged into his body. In just an instant, blood overflowed.
Uncle Zuo groaned in pain, extremely frightened and angry.
When the outer sect disciples of the Green Mountain Sect are traveling around the wilderness, they often carry sword cables with them to help them hunt down monsters and subdue their opponents.
Those sword cables are just the most common magic weapon, even the lowest-level flying sword is far inferior.
Why can't his fairy sword cut off this sword rope
What the hell is this? What material is it made of
In a short period of time, Master Zuo thought about many things, and guessed that there was something wrong with this sword cable, which was far less ordinary than it seemed.
Maybe it's a big shot in Nine Peaks, maybe even the magic weapon for protecting Zhao Layue given to Zhao Layue by the head of the sect!
Thinking of this, Master Zuo regretted that he was not careful enough.
But he wasn't afraid, nor worried.
The sword rope is considered a treasure, but Zhao Layue's level is too low and she is seriously injured, so how can she change the final outcome
"Do you think this will kill me?"
He stared into Zhao Layue's eyes, not hiding his anger and killing intent.
The gray and plain flying sword flew back in front of him, and he swallowed it in one gulp.
Jianwan was vibrated, and countless sword intents shot out from his body, like a real small sword, blocking the shrinking sword rope.
The clouds parted a small line, and the starlight fell on Zhao Layue's body.
Her messy short hair and blood were all over her face, but she didn't look ferocious, because her eyes were still so calm, looking like a cub about to make a final fight.
The flying sword has been abolished, the sword rope has been blocked, what should be done next
Zhao Layue punched.
She used the basic boxing method.
It is the boxing technique that those outer disciples of Nansong Pavilion practice hard in the pine every day.
This kind of boxing is very common, and it is only used to help the outer disciples to carry out the training of the state of ceremonies.
No one ever thought that this kind of boxing would appear in the battle between two sword masters.
There is nothing special about her boxing, just very standard, exactly like those little people on the page.
Because of the standard, it is accurate.
More than ten fists landed on Master Zuo's body like a torrential rain.
Zhao Layue's fist was small but hard.
Even the body of a strong man in the Wuchang Realm who has been washed by the sword gang cannot fully bear it.
Amid the muffled clacking, there were more than a dozen sags on the gray robe.
Uncle Zuo spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a flick of Zhao Layue's wrist, the sword rope went around his neck and pulled him to the cliff. His legs that had been crossed up kicked out like lightning, and hit the opponent's back.
Uncle Zuo spat out a mouthful of blood again.
Zhao Layue kicked his back with both legs and fell backwards, the sword rope in his hand was pulled straight.
She wanted to use the strength of her body to cut off his head.
The sword rope trembled violently, moving slowly on Uncle Zuo's body, making harsh friction sounds.
"As expected of Zhao Layue, but this won't kill me."
Uncle Zuo panted and said.
The gray flying sword blocked the sword rope around his neck.
It made him very angry that he was forced into such a state of embarrassment by a junior who was a level lower.
But just as he said, Zhao Layue couldn't kill him just by doing this.
Most of the time, the gap between realms cannot be made up by courage, resourcefulness and other things.
The blood flowed continuously from Zhao Layue's body, and because of the force, the flow rate was even faster than before.
Her face was getting paler and her eyes were getting lighter.
She knew that the moment she could no longer hold the sword rope was the moment of death.
At this time, the clouds on 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 though the sword rope was around his neck, his gaze was still firmly attracted.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of his eyes.
A boy in white.
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At the moment of life and death struggle, he will still be attracted attention, of course it is not because the boy in white is too beautiful.
He just couldn't figure out how this boy in white appeared.
Uncle Zuo was surprised, dazed, and even flustered.
Before he injured the eagle, he observed the surrounding area to make sure that there was no one there.
In the ensuing conversation and battle, he also confirmed 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 been standing here all along.
The question is, if he has been standing on the cliff, why didn't he see it? Not even a hint of vigilance
Being able to completely conceal his sense of existence between heaven and earth, could it be that the other party is a strong man in the wild world
No, even the strong in the wild world can't do this.
Is the other party a ghost
In a very short period of time, Uncle Zuo thought about many things and many possibilities, but he couldn't think of an answer.
Jing Jiu didn't give him more time to think, and raised his hand.
Uncle Zuo felt the great danger, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he wanted to leave, but was tightly locked by the sword rope and the legs behind him.
Jing Jiu's hand landed on Uncle Zuo's neck.
The sound of rubbing was harsh and harsh, and the sparks were flying, which was extremely beautiful.
The whole process is very short.
Uncle Zuo's screams and friction stopped abruptly.
There was a soft snap.
Uncle Zuo's head fell down like a ripe fruit.
Zhao Layue's face was exposed, as were her eyes, still black and white.
Blood gushed out from the neck cavity of the decapitated corpse, like fireworks in a grand ceremony, like a waterfall rising to the sky.
Across the sky filled with red blood flowers, the two looked at each other.
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(After writing this section, I feel disappointed and regretful... I should write this as their first meeting, why should I let Jing Jiu jump directly in front of Zhao Layue and have a face-to-face show because of my bad taste? … Well, this is still meaningful, but it’s really fun to write, everyone remember to vote for recommendation.)