There are more than a hundred people in front of Shenmo Peak.
Xue Yongge, Junior Sister Yushan and other ordinary sword-washing disciples have already returned to the stream and are nervously waiting for the news, fearing that they will not be able to sleep all night.
The guests who came to watch the ceremony did not know whether it was out of politeness or genuine curiosity, but they all stayed.
The two princes from Chaoge City looked at the two figures at the foot of the peak with unconcealable worry on their faces.
The little girl from Xuanling Sect opened her eyes wide and said, "This is what makes it interesting."
Shuiyue Temple and the girls of Qingrong Peak stood together, discussing something in a low voice, looking down the peak from time to time.
Qingrong Peak is closest to Shenmo Peak, and there is a large chariot looming in the clouds between the peaks.
There were not many people in front of Shenmo Peak, but this Chengjian, which had not been seen for many years, attracted the attention of many people in Jiufeng.
Looking at the two figures in front of the peak, Gu Han's expression was very gloomy, even uglier than when Gu Qing was beaten by Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue didn't respond to his concerns before, and didn't even look at him, but now she walks side by side with Jing Jiu, talking from time to time.
This scene really made him very displeased, that boy was pestering his junior sister like a bug, why did his junior sister bother him
Guo Nanshan patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort.
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Before arriving at Shenmo Peak, the environment became quieter and the atmosphere became more eerie.
There was a small waterfall on the cliff hundreds of feet away, but it didn't make any sound.
It was night, and the cool mountain wind was blowing the treetops, but there was still no sound.
what on earth is it
Standing in front of the peak, Zhao Layue gradually understood the reason for these strange scenes.
There is a sword formation in Shenmo Peak. The purpose of this sword formation is not to kill any outsiders, but to cut them off.
This sword formation cut off the connection between Shenmo Peak and heaven and earth, and turned it into a real forbidden peak.
At the same time, the countless sword spirits emanating from this sword array are like veils, cutting the space in the peak into an unknown number of areas.
The voices between the peaks were confined in small spaces and could not be heard.
The current Shenmo Peak can be understood as a jewel with countless cracks inside. It looks like a whole, but in fact it has already been cut.
As Yuan Qijing said, even a master of swordsmanship in the wild world can fly freely between various parts of the mainland with a sword, but he cannot make a step forward in the current Shenmo Peak.
Zhao Layue is only in Chengyi Realm, how can she climb to the top
Looking at her back, Jing Jiu also wanted to know the answer.
He knew better than anyone that this was something she couldn't do.
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The night wind rolled up a green leaf on the mountain path and entered the peak.
Quietly, the green leaf was cut into more than ten filaments, and then slowly fell to the ground.
No wonder the forest floor on both sides of the mountain road is covered with a thick layer of broken leaves like a blanket. The blue and yellow colors are mixed together, which is very beautiful.
Those broken leaves should be the fallen leaves cut off by the sword array and piled up in three or four years. As for the original trees, waterfalls, and strange rocks between the peaks, they have not been affected in any way. As long as they are still in the original position and appearance, even if they move their positions slightly, they will not be attacked by the sword array.
Looking at this scene, the people outside the peak were a little nervous.
Liu Shisui's face was slightly pale, and he clenched his fists tightly. Gu Han stared at Zhao Layue with worried eyes.
Zhao Layue looked at the mountain road in front of her for a long time, as if she wanted to see through the secret of Shenmo Peak.
There is a gap between the bluestones, which is the dividing line between the inside and outside of Shenmo Peak.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and stepped over the line.
There was a soft chirp, and there was a tear on her sleeve, which looked as if she had been injured by the sharpest flying sword.
After crossing that line, she closed her eyes and turned three steps to the left, then took two steps back strangely, her footsteps moved slightly.
A corner of the clothes fell, but there was no sound, because she had already entered the peak.
"Ah, what's going on here?" the little girl from Xuanling Sect said in surprise.
Her uncle and many people understood it.
Since she couldn't tell where the sword's intent was with her eyes and ears, and couldn't find the law of the sword formation, Zhao Layue simply closed her eyes and only used her sword sense to feel the sword's intent.
This is of course extremely risky.
Jing Jiu also moved.
His movements were slow and looked awkward.
Because he was imitating Zhao Layue's movements.
He disassembled Zhao Layue's movements and reassembled them with great precision.
He raised his knees, crossed the line on the bluestone, and then turned left, taking one step, two steps and three steps, and backed up, taking one step and two steps.
While doing these movements, he made two fine-tunings, and Zhao Layue passed through the two places where Zhao Layue's clothes were cut by the sword intent.
Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu disappeared on the mountain road.
It was not until a long time later that there were voices of discussion outside Shenmo Peak.
The little girl from Xuanling Sect said with emotion: "That's fine too."
I don't know if she is praising Zhao Layue's wisdom and courage, or lamenting Jing Jiu's thick skin.
Lin Wuzhi smiled wryly and said: "Opportunism is also a skill, Junior Brother Jing really..."
Gu Han said in a deep voice, "Shameless!"
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Zhao Layue closed her eyes and walked on the mountain path of Shenmo Peak, sometimes turning around, sometimes retreating, sometimes jumping up, walking very slowly.
She wanted to try whether she could leave the mountain path and walk through those cliffs and dense forests, but she didn't expect that the density of sword intent between the cliffs was greater, and it was easier to walk on the mountain path.
Jing Jiu followed behind her step by step. He moved when she moved, and stopped when she stopped. His movements were exactly the same. It looked like her shadow, but at certain moments he would make some small adjustments in his movements to ensure I won't be cut by sword intent occasionally like her.
There are many small cracks on Zhao Layue's clothes. It is impossible to achieve perfection after all with only sword sense to perceive the sword intent. The most dangerous time, a sword intent fell from a branch, brushed her cheek and cut off several times. Stem black hair, but fortunately she has short hair, it is not very obvious.
But the bloody mouth on her earlobe was obvious.
Jing Jiu looked ahead and said, "I'm tired."
Zhao Layue turned around and glanced at him, without saying anything, sat down cross-legged, and began to absorb the vitality of the world, rest and recover.
The sword formation of Shenmo Peak cuts the space with the sword intent, and even the light will be refracted, but the vitality density between the heaven and the earth is still normal.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Layue opened her eyes, looked at the still distant peak, and remained silent.
Even if one can rely on the vitality of the heavens and the earth to restore sword energy and physical strength at any time, but when will he be able to walk like this
Along the way, Jing Jiu watched her walk in the sky full of swords with her eyes closed, and suddenly understood something.
After Zhao Layue entered the inner sect, she has been practicing sword intent to temper her body on Jianfeng.
Why did she practice such an extremely dangerous Taoism? Just because she doesn't like being stared at? No, now it seems that the reason is obvious.
"It turns out that you have been preparing for today."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Jing Jiu was a man of few words, and he was not as curious as Qingshan Zhenshou, but this was the third time he had asked this question.
Zhao Layue still didn't answer him, got up and continued on her way.
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