The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 28: Across the sky and **** flowers are facing each other

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

　　 Shishu Zuo smiled and said: "This is the peak of Jianfeng, even if it is the Breaching Sea Realm, I don’t know what's going on without using the sword sense to check it."

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

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

　　 The green sword is extremely agile and fast, woven into a light blue light curtain, seemingly airtight.

　　Looking at this scene, Zuo Shishu praised and said: "It's so amazing that I'm about to complete my commitment."

　　 In the night, Jing Jiu also nodded. In addition to Zhao Layue's realm, he appreciates her techniques 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.

　　 Unfortunately, Zhao Layue and the opponent's realm are too far apart, even if they guard it, they can't keep it.

　　Jing Jiu quickly came to the conclusion that Zhao Layue will definitely die tonight, unless something happens.

　　 The sword intent on the top of Yunxing Peak is chaotic, the night is deep, and the aura changes constantly, but the only variable... is himself.

　　 "Can't beat..."

　　 Jing Jiu sighed in his heart.

　　 He is at a lower level now, and he can't help the other party unless the gray-clothed man doesn't move.

　　 However, who would stand still, waiting for you to reach out?

　　 Jing Jiu glanced at his bracelet, and wondered what else could be done?

　　At this time, the battle began.

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

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

　　 A very dense and slight flying sword collision sounded.

　　 On the light curtain woven from the little cyan sword, dozens of sparks appeared almost simultaneously.

　　 Jing Jiu can see clearly that those seemingly faint sparks actually contain the power of thunder and lightning, and have a terrible impact.

　　Bihu Peak’s Chaolai Sword Art is still so overbearing.

　　 After a while, the light curtain woven from the small cyan sword was easily torn by the sword of hidden thunder.

　　 The cyan small sword fell on the ground, like scrap iron.

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

　　 several muffled sounds, the gray and plain flying sword stabbed her body continuously and then flew back, leaving seven blood holes.

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

　　 Zhao Layue's face was white, she leaned against the cliff, her lips were bleeding, and her eyes were faint.

　　The battle of kendo has always been so decisive but simple. It only takes an instant to tell the victory or defeat, until life and death.

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

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

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

　　 Zuo Shishu walked slowly to the cliff, looked at Zhao Layue and said blankly.

　　 This is not the victor’s play and humiliation of the weak before his death.

　　 If he wants, Zhao Layue is already dead by this time.

　　 It’s just that the forces behind him want to know what Zhao Layue wants to check, and how many have been checked.

　　 The most important thing is that she checked who instigated this incident, Qingrong Peak or Tianguang Peak?

　　 People are about to die, and their words are believed.

　　He hopes to get some valuable information.

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

　　 When she started to speak, the sudden change occurred.

　　 The bracelet on her wrist suddenly turned into a silver light, bursting into the air like a snake, and instantly became longer, turning into a sword rope to bind Zuo Shishu's body!

　　 In the crackling noise, several cracks appeared in Zuo Shishu's gray sword robe.

　　 "I want to live with this thing?"

　　 Master Zuo looked at her and said indifferently.

　　 The gray and plain flying sword reappeared, slashing towards the sword rope.

　　 There was a clear bang.

　　 At the intersection of the gray flying sword and the sword cord, a thunder fire the size of a fist burst out.

　　 However, the sword rope did not stop as he imagined.

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

　　 The sword tightened and plunged into his body, but in an instant, blood overflowed.

　　 Zuo Shishu snorted in pain, very frightened.

　　 When the disciples of the Outer Sect of the Green Mountain Sect are on a parade in the four fields, they often carry swords and cords with them to help them hunt down monsters and subdue their opponents.

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

　　Why can't his fairy sword sever the rope?

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

　　 In a short period of time, Uncle Zuo thought about a lot of things, and guessed that there was a problem with this sword rope, which was far less ordinary than it seemed.

　　 said it must not be a big figure in Jiufeng, it may even be the magic weapon that the head of the head gave to Zhao Layue!

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

　　 But he is not afraid or worried.

　　 Jiansuo is a treasure, but Zhao Layue's realm is too low and her body is seriously injured. How can he change the final outcome?

　　 "Do you think this will kill me?"

　　 He stared into Zhao Layue's eyes, and made no secret of his anger and killing intent.

　　 The gray and plain flying sword flew back in front of him, and he swallowed it in.

　　 Sword Maru vibrated, countless sword intent shot out from his body, like a real small sword, blocking the shrinking sword cord.

　　The clouds spread out a small line, and the starlight fell on Zhao Layue.

　　 Her messy short hair and blood all over her face, but not hideous, because her eyes are still so calm, looking like a cub preparing to launch the last fight.

　　The flying sword was scrapped and the sword cord was blocked. What should I do next?

　　 Zhao Layue punches.

　　 She uses the introductory boxing technique.

　　 is the boxing technique that the outer disciples of Nansongting practice hard in Songma every day.

　　This type of boxing technique is very common. It is only used to help the outer disciples to train in the realm of grace.

　　 No one ever thought that this kind of boxing would appear in a battle between two swordsmen.

　　 There is nothing special about her boxing style, just very standard, exactly the same as those on the pages of the book.

　　 is accurate because of standards.

　　 More than ten fists fell on Zuo Shishu like a torrential rain.

　　 Zhao Layue’s fists are small, but very hard.

　　, even the body of a strong man in the non-extension realm that has been washed by Jian Gang can't fully bear it.

　　 In the muffled pop, there are more than ten more sags on that gray robe.

　　 Zuo Shishu spouted a mouthful of blood.

　　 Zhao Layue shook his wrist, and the sword rope went around his neck and pulled him to the cliff. The legs that had been crossed were kicked out like lightning, hitting the opponent's back.

　　 Shishu Zuo spouted blood again.

　　 Zhao Layue kicked his back with both legs and fell backward, the sword cord in her hand being pulled straight.

　　 She wanted to use her physical strength to cut off his head.

　　 The sword cable trembled violently, moving slowly over Zuo Shishu's body, making a harsh rubbing sound.

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

　　 Master Zuo panted.

　　The gray flying sword blocked the cord between the neck.

　　 was actually pushed to such a level of embarrassment by juniors one level lower, which made him very angry.

　　 But as he said, only in this way, Zhao Layue can't kill him.

The gap between the realms of 　　, most of the time, courage, resourcefulness and other things cannot be used to make up.

　　The blood kept flowing from Zhao Layue's body. Because of the force, the flow rate was even more rapid than before.

　　 Her face is getting paler and paler, and her eyes are getting paler.

　　 She knew that the moment when she couldn't hold the cord anymore, it was the moment of death.

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

　　 Shishu Zuo looked at the picture in front of him, and was suddenly stunned.

　　 Even though the sword rope was right between his neck, his eyes were still firmly attracted.

　　 I don't know when a person appeared before his eyes.

　　 A boy in white.

　　……

　　……

　　 At the moment of life and death, he would still be attracted to his eyes, naturally not because the boy in white was so beautiful.

　　 He just wondered how this boy in white appeared.

　　 Master Zuo was surprised, very at a loss, and even a little flustered.

　　Before he injured the eagle, he watched around and confirmed that there was no one.

　　 In the subsequent dialogue and battle~IndoMTL.com~ he also confirmed that there was no sound around the summit—breathing, heartbeat, and naturally no footsteps.

　　 The boy in white seems to appear out of thin air, and he seems to be standing here all the time.

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

　　 can completely conceal one's sense of existence between heaven and earth, is the opponent a strong player in the wilderness?

　　No, even the strong in the wild can't do this.

　　 Is the other party a ghost?

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

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

　　 Shishu Zuo felt a great danger, his pupils shrank sharply, and he wanted to leave, but he was tightly locked by the sword cable and the legs behind him.

　　 Jing Jiu's hand landed on Zuo Shishu's neck.

　　 The rubbing sound is unpleasant and harsh, sparks are flying everywhere, and it is extremely beautiful.

　　 The whole process is very short.

　　 The screams and friction of Uncle Zuo stopped abruptly.

　　 there is a soft pop.

　　 Zuo Shishu's head fell like a ripe fruit.

　　 Zhao Layue’s face appeared, and his eyes appeared, still so black and white.

　　 Blood gushes from the neck cavity of the decapitated corpse, like fireworks at a grand ceremony, like a waterfall in the sky.

　　 Across the sky, the two of them stared at each other.

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　　 (After writing this section, I feel sad 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 own bad taste? It’s lighted up once... well, this is still meaningful, but it’s really fun to write, everyone remember to vote for the recommendation.)