The Path Toward Heaven

"Thank you for your hard work. I believe no one will know that you were killed by me tomorrow."

Master Zuo Zuo smiled and said, "Here is the peak of Jianfeng. Even if it is a sea-breaking place, I don't know what to see here with a sword.

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

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

Qi Qingjian is extremely agile and extremely fast, woven into a pale cyan light curtain, which seems to be impenetrable.

Looking at this scene, Uncle Zuo praised and said, "It's amazing that I'm almost ready to complete."

In the dark night, Jing Jiu nodded. In addition to the realm revealed by Zhao Layue, he appreciated her technique more.

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

Unfortunately, Zhao Layue's realm differs from the other side too much, even if he can't keep it.

Kusui Jiu quickly concluded that Zhao Layue will die tonight, unless something happens.

Jian Yunxing's peak is chaotic, dark at night, and breathtaking, but the only variable ... is himself.

"Can't beat it ..."

Kusui Jiu sighed in his heart.

He is now in a lower state and can't help each other unless the gray-clad man doesn't move.

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

Kusui Jiu glanced at his bracelet, wondering what else could be done?

At this time, the battle began.

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

Suddenly, the night wind burst, the clouds rolled slightly, and a gray and simple flying sword crossed the distance of more than a hundred feet in an instant and came to the cliff.

There was a very dense and slight flying sword collision sound.

Dozens of sparks appeared almost simultaneously on the light curtain woven by that little blue sword.

Kusui Jiu saw clearly that those seemingly tiny sparks actually contained the power of thunder and lightning, and had a terrible impact.

The tide of Jianbi Lake Peak is so overbearing.

A moment later, the light curtain woven by the cyan sword was easily torn by the sword of Hidden Thunder.

The small blue sword fell to the ground, as if scrap iron.

腊 Zhao Layue sat cross-legged in the wall hole, unable to escape at all.

There were a few muffled sounds, and the gray and simple flying sword stabbed her body continuously and then flew back, leaving seven blood holes.

The seven blood holes ran through her body, and blood was constantly flowing, and the picture looked cruel.

Zhao Zhaoyue's face was white, leaning against the cliff, blood was leaking from her lips, her eyes were faint.

The battle for Jianjian has always been so decisive but simple. It takes only an instant to separate the winner and loser until life and death.

The stubbornness of Hengqiang's truth is extremely obvious and even cruel in the battle between flying swords.

On the side where the realm is low, your sword can never reach the opponent, how can you defeat the opponent?

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

Master Zuo Zuo slowly walked to the cliff face and looked at Zhao Layue with no expression.

This is not the winner's play and shame on the weak before he dies.

If he wants to, Zhao Layue is dead at this time.

I just want to know the forces behind him, what exactly Zhao Zhaoyue wants to check, and how much he has already found.

The most important thing is, who checked whether this matter was caused by Qing Rongfeng or Tianguangfeng?

I am dying, and his words are believed.

He hopes to get some valuable information.

腊 Zhao Layue looked up and looked at him and said, "What I want to say is that you shouldn't be so close to me."

异 When she started talking, the mutation suddenly occurred.

的 The bracelet on her wrist suddenly turned into a silver light, bursting into the air like a snake, and it became instantaneously long, turning into a sword cord and binding Uncle Zuo's body!

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

"Want to live on this thing?"

Master Zuo Zuo looked at her coldly and said.

灰色 The gray and simple flying sword appeared again, and cut to the sword.

A crackling whistle.

Where the gray flying sword intersects with a sword, a fist-sized thunderbolt bursts out.

However, the sword cord was not interrupted as he imagined.

Master Zuo Zuo's expression changed slightly, thinking what was going on?

He Jiansuo tightened and plunged into his body, but only a moment, blood spilled.

Uncle Zuo groaned, angrily.

When disciples at the Aoyama sect were traveling around Shino, they often carried sword ropes to help them hunt down monsters and subdue opponents.

剑 The swords are just the most common weapon, and even the lowest level Feijian is far worse.

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

到底 What the **** is this? What kind of 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 rope, which was far less ordinary than it seemed.

I said that it must not be a big man in Jiufeng. It may even be a magic weapon for Zhao Layue given by the master!

With this in mind, Uncle Zuo regretted that he was not careful enough.

But he was not afraid or worried.

Even if Jian Jiansuo is a treasure, Zhao Layue's realm is too low and she is seriously injured. How can she change the final outcome?

"Do you think you can kill me like this?"

He stared at Zhao Layue's eyes, without hiding his anger and murderous intentions.

灰色 The gray and simple flying sword flew back to him and was swallowed in by him.

Ji Jianmaru was so excited that countless sword intentions radiated outward from his body, like real small swords, blocking the shrinking sword cord.

A small line of clouds spread out, and the starlight fell on Zhao Layue's body.

Her messy short hair and blood were everywhere on her face, but it was not obvious, because her eyes were still so calm, looking at the cubs who were about to launch the final fight.

Feijian was abolished, and the sword was blocked. What should I do next?

腊 Zhao Layue punched out.

She uses the introduction boxing method.

Is the boxing skills of those who are outside students in Nansong Pavilion.

This kind of boxing is very common, but it is only used to help outside students to practice in a state of art.

人 No one has ever thought that this kind of boxing will appear in the battle between two sword divisions.

There is nothing special about her boxing, but it is very standard, just like those villains on the book pages.

Accurate because of the standard.

More than ten fists fell on Uncle Zuo like a heavy rain.

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

Even the strong body of Wuchangjing who was washed by Jian 也 can't fully bear it.

In the crackling noise, there were more than ten depressions in the gray robe.

Master Zuo Zuo spit out blood.

腊 Zhao Layue's wrists trembled, and the sword rope wrapped around his neck, pulling him to the cliff, and her legs, which had been coiled, kicked out like lightning, hitting each other's back.

Master Zuo Zuo spit out blood again.

Zhao Zhaoyue stepped on his back with his legs and fell backwards, the sword in his hand was pulled straight.

She wants to use his physical strength to cut his head off.

The sword sword trembled violently, moving slowly on Uncle Zuo's body, making a harsh frictional sound.

"It's really Zhao Layue, but it won't kill me."

Master Zuo Zuo panted.

The dark grey flying sword blocked the cord around the neck.

He was actually forced to such a level by the juniors in a lower level, which made him very angry.

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

Most of the time, the gap between the realms cannot be filled by courage, ingenuity, and something else.

The blood from the lotus roots kept flowing from Zhao Layue's body. Because of the force, the flow velocity was even more urgent than before.

Her face turned whiter and her eyes paled.

知道 She knew that the moment when she couldn't hold the sword again was the moment of death.

At this moment, the clouds at the peak dispersed again and the stars fell.

Master Zuo Zuo looked at the picture in front of him, and suddenly hesitated.

Even if the sword cord was in his neck, his sight was firmly attracted.

I don't know when someone appears before him.

A white boy.

Uh ...

Uh ...

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

He just couldn't figure out how this young boy in white appeared.

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

观察 Before he hurt the eagle, he looked around and confirmed that no one was there.

In subsequent conversations and battles, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. He also determined that there were no sounds around the peak—breathing sounds, heartbeats, and naturally no footsteps.

The boy in white appeared as if out of thin air, and seemed to be standing 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 hint of alertness?

Can completely hide his sense of existence between heaven and earth. Is the other party a strong player in the field?

Alas, even the strongest in the wilderness cannot do this.

Is the other a ghost?

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

Kusui Jiu didn't give him more time to think and raised his hand.

Uncle Xun Zuo felt great danger, his pupils shrank, and he wanted to leave, but was locked deadly by the sword rope and the legs behind him.

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

Friction sounds, unpleasant and harsh, sparks splashing, extremely beautiful.

The whole process is very short.

Master Zuo Zuo's screams and frictions came to an abrupt end.

A crackling sound.

Master Zuo Zuo's head fell down like a ripe fruit.

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

Blood spewed out of the neck cavity of the decapitated corpse, like a ceremony flower, like a rising waterfall.

I saw the red blood flowers across the sky, and the two looked at each other.

Uh ...

Uh ...

(After writing this verse, if I feel lost, there is regret ... 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? Xiang ... Okay, this still makes sense, but it's so fun to write, everyone remembers to vote for a recommendation.)