The Path Toward Heaven

(I want to change all the names of Guodong to Dongdong, because I think this name is more beautiful and more suitable for her...)

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The man in black looked slightly different.

He didn't expect Zhao Layue to cultivate the Houtian Sword Body!

At this moment, he understood what Zhao Layue was thinking.

When she walked into the Taoist temple and found something wrong, she immediately called out Firth Sword and used that weird sword move to protect herself, which was a sign of weakness.

When her sword energy was hard to sustain, she took the initiative to cut off the connection with Furth Sword and let him run away as a warning, or to show weakness.

At the most critical moment, she used her hands to show the true power of her sword body.

Even if she can't hurt herself by surprise, she can buy some more time.

As long as she can hold on for a while longer, it is possible to wait for the same door to come to help.

As expected of Zhao Layue, who is born to be good at fighting, it's a pity that you don't have enough time, you still have to die.

The man in black stared at her face through the blood-dripping fists, becoming more and more ruthless.

He thought he had paid enough attention to this matter, but he still underestimated the other party.

Now it seems that he can no longer make any reservations, even if he may leave clues afterwards and cause a lot of trouble.

Countless rays of light spilled out from between the fingers of his fist.

The light is white and soft, which is the purest precious light.

Who knows what kind of magic weapon he holds in his hand?

Scoff!

There were dozens of cuts on Zhao Layue's clothes, and there was also a cut on the left eyebrow, bleeding out.

She has cultivated her body with sword intent for many years on Yunxing Peak, and her body and Taoist heart are both tougher than a cultivation genius of the same age.

But at this time, she was facing the frontal bombardment of the magic weapon.

Her will is still firm, and the strength of her body is limited after all.

A sword intent suddenly came from the distant sky.

A fierce and domineering aura approached the valley at an unimaginable speed.

That is very likely to be a strong practitioner who breaks through the sea realm.

The man in black knew who it was, but he wasn't worried. Three days ago, he and his accomplices had performed many deductions on today's battle situation, and confirmed that even if Zhao Layue Jianshu still had enough energy to last for a few breaths of time, the final result would not be changed.

The distance between Xishanju and Mingcui Valley is not too far, and it is impossible to get there in an instant.

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Outside the Taoist temple, a piano sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of the piano is not very loud, but it is very clear.

The Taoist temple was collapsing, and the bricks and stones fell to the ground, making a loud noise, but they couldn't cover the sound of the piano.

A somewhat misty breath appeared.

The man in black was shocked, because he felt very clearly that the aura was outside the Taoist temple.

Why would anyone come near? Mingcui Valley is very remote, there are not even tourists, how could a cultivator suddenly appear?

Unless someone knew in advance that he would set up a bureau here, the question is who would know?

In a short time, the man in black calculated the result and made a decision.

If he wanted to kill Zhao Layue and the ascetic outside the Taoist temple at the same time, it would take a while, and the experts from the Green Mountain Sect would arrive at the scene.

As a strong cultivator, he has never lacked the wisdom and courage to make decisions. Facing such a great opportunity, he still did not hesitate to give up.

With the falling masonry and sand, his figure gradually disappeared, but before disappearing, he took a look at Zhao Layue, who was covered in blood.

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The sound of the piano disappeared, and a young girl appeared outside the ruins of the Taoist temple.

The man in black had disappeared without a trace. She looked at the green and ordinary mountain face, and there was no emotion on her ordinary face.

She didn't expect the opponent's escape method to be so powerful, and she was not completely her after all, so she didn't choose to pursue, but stayed behind.

In late spring, the girl was still wearing a thick cloth jacket, which looked a little strange.

She waved her sleeve, and the bricks and stones in the ruins rolled apart, exposing the ground.

Zhao Layue sat in the corner, with ragged clothes, blood-stained, unkempt face, looking extremely embarrassed.

But her expression was very calm, she looked at the commoner girl and didn't speak.

Today, she just went to the other party's appointment, so she fell into this situation and was almost killed.

This girl in thick cloth is Guodong, the successor of Shuiyuean.

Guodong walked across the bricks and stones on the floor, stood in front of Zhao Layue, and helped her stop the bleeding with several pointers from the air, and said, You are stupider than I imagined.

Zhao Layue said: Because I think it's a matter of course for us to meet, so I didn't think too much about it.

Guo Dong said: Why?

Zhao Layue said: You are Lian Sanyue's disciple, and I am Jingyang's disciple, so we naturally have to meet.

Feeling the remnant of sword intent in the ruins, Guo Dong said after a moment of silence: That's right, he actually left this sword technique to you, which means that he really regards you as a real disciple, so I really should meet you.

Zhao Layue tucked her messy hair behind her ears with her hands, and she missed Jing Jiu's shady wooden comb.

She didn't want her current appearance to fall into the eyes of the other party.

Because the other party is Lian Sanyue's disciple.

Ten breaths later, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, the stream in Mingcui Valley was in chaos, and a sword light fell to the ground like lightning.

Master Nan of Qingrong Peak forgot to arrive.

She looked at Zhao Layue's appearance, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, Who?

Zhao Layue said: I left fifteen breaths ago.

Want to escape?

Nan Wang turned and looked towards the valley, with murderous intent on his face.

Her clothes fluttered with the wind, and countless Dao Senran sword intents occupied the entire space of Mingcui Valley.

An incomparably majestic sword consciousness spread in all directions, instantly covering the surrounding mountains and fields with a radius of more than ten miles.

But she couldn't detect any breath of ascetics.

Guo Dong said: It should be the escape method of heaven and earth.

Nan Wang glanced at her, but didn't speak.

She doesn't like Lian Sanyue, and naturally she doesn't like Guodong either, but she must admit that the disciples of Shuiyue Temple are indeed very knowledgeable.

Sword lights kept flying to Mingcui Valley and landed on the bank of the stream. Dozens of Qingshan Sect disciples wielding swords came from Chaoge City one after another.

Nan Wang said expressionlessly, Find the enemy with a sword array.

Whoosh, whoosh, Qingshan disciples flew to various places, formed a huge sword array, and began to search the mountains and fields with a radius of more than a hundred miles.

Dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky, even approaching the city wall of Chaoge City, which naturally caused a lot of shock.

Not long after, Qingshan disciples came back one after another, Yao Songshan looked at Nan Wang and shook his head.

Nan Wang didn't expect that the other party could escape before the Qingshan Sword Formation. He was extremely angry and a little wary.

Are they really those old guys from the Zhongzhou School?

Are you OK?

Nan Wang looked at Zhao Layue expressionlessly and said, the words were obviously concerned, but the tone was extremely blunt, without any warmth.

Zhao Layue's answer was even more blunt than Nan Wang's.

I can't die.