The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Eight

Seeing this scene, Yin San stopped talking, turned around, folded his hands behind his back, and started to concentrate on flying.

Zhao Layue stood on Furth's sword, chasing while breaking through.

There is no one from the Bai family in the sky.

Under the deterrence of the Qingshan Sword Array, the Zhongzhou faction took over Qilin, and had already retreated to the north, so how could they dare to stay here.

There is only a bloody sword light and the shadow of a big bird between the sky and the earth.

The sword light and the bird shadow travel between the wild mountains.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Zhao Layue still failed to break through the realm, but the damage caused by the backlash of Jianyuan became more and more serious.

Her face became paler and her eyes became paler, but the speed of controlling the sword never slowed down.

I really don't know how she did this in the early stage of Youye.

Even if she had been sitting in Jianfeng for several years, even if she had acquired an invisible sword body, how could she bear this kind of pain.

If it were her usual self, she should have given up at this time.

Bravery and perseverance definitely do not mean blindly moving forward, regardless of the future, and not caring about life and death, especially after she has been taught by Jing Jiu for so many years.

But today she will not give up, because she understands many things.

Why a few years ago she was able to break through the realm and enter the middle realm of Youye, but Jing Jiu didn't allow it.

Why did Jing Jiu want to leave her outside that Zen hall and meet Patriarch Taiping.

There are answers to all these.

Such as the latter.

What Jing Jiu meant was very clear.

You can't lose him.

Now something happened to Jing Jiu, and his life and death are unknown.

Of course she couldn't lose him, moreover, she wanted to kill him.

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In front of the vast wild mountains, a high mountain suddenly appeared.

The mountain is high and cold, and the vegetation becomes sparser as you go up, especially the oncoming steep wall is full of rocks, a bit like the sword peak in the green mountains.

It is still thousands of miles away from Qingshan, so it is naturally not Jianfeng.

If he didn't change his direction, he would hit that cliff directly. Yin San looked calm and continued to move forward without slowing down or turning, as if he was going to crash directly into it.

Zhao Layue still failed to break through, her internal injuries were getting worse and worse, and Jianwan was vibrating uneasy, showing signs of collapsing.

If this thing really happens, at least one will lose all cultivation and need to start from scratch, at worst one will die directly.

Her face was as pale as blood, and the corners of her lips were stained with blood. She did not know how many times she had vomited blood on the road, but her eyes remained calm.

Even if Yin San really has some kind of escape method to enter the mountain, she still has to follow her.

Before Yin San flew to the cliff, he stopped suddenly, then turned around and pointed out in the air.

The seemingly simple action is actually very scary.

Sudden stillness during high-speed flight is a violation of the laws of heaven and earth. It is true that the movement and stillness are the same. Even the big things at the peak of the sky-reaching realm are difficult to achieve perfection.

Looking at Chaotian Continent, only the brothers Yin San and Jing Jiu, or some strong men from the Underworld could do this.

It was for this reason that Qilin was stabbed into the shoulder by Jing Jiu in the Guocheng Temple earlier.

Zhao Layue flew directly towards the cliff.

There was a soft snap.

That ordinary finger hit Zhao Layue's brow, carrying an extremely pure sword intent.

If she hadn't acquired the invisible sword body, or had already been penetrated by this sword intent at this time, she would have died directly.

Even so, she still couldn't bear it, fell from the Forth sword, and fell soundlessly down the cliff.

As expected of the Patriarch Qingshan, the Daoist Taiping of the Underworld, the first time she really made a move, she fell into a desperate situation.

The seemingly random shot actually contains countless deduction calculations and experience.

The cliff is the world, and the same movement and stillness is an advantage. The most important thing is that he has calculated that Zhao Layue has reached the weakest moment since breaking through.

Yin San didn't take another look at Zhao Layue, who was falling down the cliff, and flicked his sleeves lightly, he was about to perform Taoism and hide among the mountains and forests.

There was a light rubbing sound.

Firsi's sword suddenly moved quickly, bringing a bloody sword light and brushing against his body.

A wound appeared on Yin San's shoulder.

The bone flute floated in front of him at some point.

If it wasn't for the bone flute's body protection, Firth's sword might have cut him in two.

Without a true spirit, even the Immortal Rank Flying Sword would not be able to kill the enemy on its own, and even the Bu Er Sword was far behind, so naturally Furth Sword could not do it either.

This can only show one thing, Zhao Layue is not dead.

Firth Sword didn't stop, it turned into a blood light and flew down the cliff at high speed.

A moment later, Zhao Layue stepped on her sword and returned to the cliff.

The black in her eyes is even blacker, and the white is even whiter, and she is charming.

These eyes were enough to attract all eyes, making it impossible to notice her pale face and blood-stained clothes.

What is even more unimaginable is that the aura she exudes is obviously stronger than before, and it is extremely stable, as if the stream has passed through the dark canyon and came to the real gentle pine forest.

Yin San's finger was indeed so extreme that she couldn't dodge it, but the calm sword intent entered her body, but it inspired the sword pill that was about to collapse to fight back!

Qingshan Sword Dao pays attention to first the inside and then the outside, the sword intent competes with the sword pill, which actually gave her time to control the already messy sword intent.

In the moment when she fell off the cliff, she held on to her Taoist heart, her sword intent returned to peace, she successfully merged for the second time, and entered the realm of wandering wilderness!

No one expected such a result, neither did Yin San, nor did Zhao Layue herself.

She thought of something else.

From Guocheng Temple to here, Yin San has never made a move, but at this time he suddenly made a move, which seemed to be a perfect grasp of the environment and timing of the world. Could it be that he felt that there was no hope to get rid of himself and felt uneasy, so he took the risky attack?

You're scared. Zhao Layue looked into Yin San's eyes and said.

Yin San was silent for a while, then smiled and said: No, I just suddenly realized that I made a mistake, I should kill you before leaving.

Zhao Layue said blankly: Now my realm is higher than yours, can you still kill me?

If a high realm means greatness, then why are there so many boring battles in the practice world? Just report your realm when you meet.

Yin San gradually suppressed his smile, looked at her and said seriously: It's not too late for me to kill you now.

Zhao Layue didn't speak any more and started attacking directly.

Now her realm is already a level higher than Yin San's, and Fusi Sword is the fastest among the main swords of Qingshan Nine Peaks, and can easily catch up with Yin San.

Even if Yin San didn't want to fight, he had to fight.

The bloody sword light illuminated the cliff, and it slashed across it violently.

Of course Zhao Layue used Shenmo Peak's Nine Deaths Sword Art.

Although nine deaths do not regret.

After Master Jing Jing, she is the only one in the world who knows this kind of sword art.

In fact, only she is the most suitable for this kind of sword art.

There were more than a dozen intensive friction sounds.

Zhao Layue retreated more than ten feet away with her sword, and looked at Yin San floating in front of the cliff with a dignified expression.

An invisible gash appeared on her left shoulder.

It was the bone flute that hurt her.

I don't know what kind of material that bone flute is made of, and what kind of method Yin San used to temper it. It can fight like a flying sword, and it is extremely hard. Furth's sword has been cut more than ten times, but it failed to break through. Instead, she was injured by a sword intent floating out of the bone flute.

Yin Sanpiao was in front of the cliff, with the wind blowing his clothes, like a fairy, just like the sword intent floating from the bone flute earlier, with mysterious and unpredictable meanings.

It is said that your cultivation talent is excellent. Now it seems that the rumors are really good, and it is still higher than Nan Wang. It is a pity that your teacher is too lazy to teach you. You have too little swordsmanship, so when you use a sword to fight against the enemy, it will inevitably be a little simple. Simple means boring.

Zhao Layue is a natural Daoist and a genius in swordsmanship. The Sword of Nine Deaths that she has cultivated through more than 20 years of painstaking practice was actually considered boring by him.

But thinking of his identity and the invisible wound on Zhao Layue's shoulder, he had to admit that he was qualified to make such an evaluation.

Jing Jiu taught Zhao Layue Nine Deaths Sword Art, Gu Qing Chengtian Sword Art, and Yuan Qu Qimei Sword Art.

What Yin San said was naturally a denial of Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue naturally would not agree, and said, You can't chew too much.

The current Qingshan Nine Peaks, some swordsmanship is indeed inferior, but you should still learn it. You should really go to Yinfeng to see if there is any old sword manual that suits you. Then, the swordsmanship in some places in the world is also good, such as Wuenmen.

Yin San said: Only by learning all kinds of swordsmanship can you truly understand the truth that everything is a sword.

Zhao Layue was thoughtful and said, Everything is a sword? Everything is a sword?

Yin San sighed: Qingshan is indeed not as good as one generation after another. How can it be so hard to remember the four big characters written clearly on the front page of the Sword Sutra?

Zhao Layue saluted and said, Thank you, Patriarch, for your guidance.

Yin San waved his hands and said, There's no need to be too polite, anyway, you're going to die here today.

Zhao Layue said, I don't think so.

When the voice fell, she started to attack again.

As Yin San said, realm cannot determine everything.

She has only been practicing swords for more than thirty years, and Yin San has been steeped in swordsmanship for a thousand years, how can it be compared?

In an instant, two invisible wounds appeared on her body again.

But she remained calm.

Yin San felt a little weird.

This time Zhao Layue's attack was obviously different from the previous one, the sword was more powerful, but the sword intent lost its agility.

With her kendo talent, such a situation would not happen.

That can only explain one problem, she did it on purpose.

The more powerful the sword is, the louder the sound of the sword will be.

Who is she trying to notify?

Yin San raised her eyebrows slightly. If this place is near Guocheng Temple, or a certain practice sect, there might be some practitioners who could hear her sword cry.

The problem is that this is a barren mountain, a wild mountain, who can there be?

He never believed in the stories about treasures in the wilderness, apes in the mountains, and immortals in the dying.

The current Xuanyin sect master, Wang Xiaoming, has encountered many such things, but they were all arranged by him.

Zhao Layue's sword suddenly changed, and it fell towards Yin San like a storm.

Yin San stopped thinking about these things and dealt with them calmly.

A dust dragon suddenly appeared in the wild forest under the cliff, as if someone was rushing towards it at high speed.

With a bang, the wild forest was crushed by the breath into a flat land with a radius of several tens of feet.

A man rose up with a sword, and brought out a silver line in front of the cliff. The speed was extremely fast, at least he was a sword cultivator in the wild world.

Surprisingly, the man's attack was not a sword technique, but a burning fist with billowing black smoke!

There was a loud bang!

That terrifying fist directly blasted over.

Yin San retreated to the cliff, knocked out countless falling rocks from the cliff, there was a burnt mark on his clothes, he was slightly startled, and said: Interesting.

The person who came stood on a small silver flying sword. The difference in size was huge, and it was really interesting to watch.

Yin San found it interesting, but not because of that, but because he recognized this person and this sword.

Liu Shisui and Buerjian.

I informed you when I passed the vegetable garden, why are you here so late?

Zhao Layue looked at him and asked, thinking that there must be something wrong.

Liu Shisui noticed that there was something wrong with her breath, flew to her side, and responded casually: This sword is a bit disobedient, I don't know what's going on.

It took him more time than expected to get here from the vegetable garden. If he hadn't been chasing the traces of Firth's sword all the way, he might have lost it long ago. The speed of Bu Er Jian was not as fast as that of Furth Sword, and for some reason today, Xiao Yinjian seemed a little shy, and even seemed to get lost on purpose.

Zhao Layue also felt that Firth Sword was a bit strange today, and even though she hadn't deliberately suppressed it, she still couldn't let it go.

So the sword is naturally affectionate.

Yin San said calmly: These two swords were left to him by me back then, so he naturally recognizes me.

Liu Shisui only saw his face clearly at this time. He was very surprised and shouted, Senior! Why is it you?

Zhao Layue's eyes were slightly cold, and she asked, Do you know him?

Liu Shisui was a little dazed, and said, Yes.

Zhao Layue said: No matter what, kill him first.

Liu Shisui looked at the bloodstains on her body and asked, What's going on?

Zhao Layue looked at Yin San, guarding against his sudden departure, and said, He wants to kill Jing Jiu.

Liu Shisui knew that something was going on at Guocheng Temple today, but because of his deep-rooted trust in Jing Jiu, he let him obey Jing Jiu's arrangement honestly and not let him pass. Hearing Zhao Layue's words, he really became worried and asked, Is everything alright, young master?

Zhao Layue did not speak.

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, looked at Yin San and asked, Senior, who are you?

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The hunt begins again.

Only this time, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were chasing and killing Yin San.

Of course, before that, there are still some short dialogues, psychological activities and pictures that are worth describing, but because the ending is already predetermined, there is no need to describe them.

For example, when Liu Shisui knew that the young monk was actually his master Taiping Daoist, he opened his mouth in shock, enough to swallow Xiao He's fist.

For example, Yin San was very emotional, you actually used the two famous Qingshan swords, Buer Sword and Fusi Sword, to chase and kill yourself, the Qingshan Patriarch.

Another example is when Zhao Layue asked Liu Shisui how to choose, Liu Shisui still thought about it.

He wasn't thinking about which side to choose, but was thinking about how to persuade Master to stay and listen to Young Master's arrangement.

Two blood-colored and silver-colored sword lights, chasing the gray bird flying between the sky and the earth, left the wild mountains and came to the plain.

The fields below were gradually covered with snow, and as the dusk gradually approached, they could no longer be seen.

The night has finally come, and fireworks will rise from time to time in the field, which is very beautiful to watch.

Fireworks illuminate the road ahead.

The bird shadow flew by, followed by the sword light.

Every once in a while, Niaoying and Jianguang would stop at the ruined temple at the entrance of the village, or by the wild graves in the mountains.

That was a really dangerous time.

Then, the bird shadow will break away from the battle group and fly towards the distance.

Jian Guang caught up again.

In this pursuit, the night is getting darker and darker, but the fireworks show no signs of diminishing.

Suddenly, the whole world began to light up firecrackers, crackling, shaking the night sky.

New Year arrived.

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(On the first day of the new year of a certain year, I returned to Hubei from Beijing. After the plane took off, it flew over the city of Beijing. The lights below were as straight as a line, forming blocks naturally. Suddenly, countless fireworks were born on the ground, which was extremely beautiful.)