Chapter 29

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

Uncle Zuo smiled and said, "this is the top of Jianfeng peak. Even if it's breaking the sea, I don't know what's happening here without special sword knowledge."

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

With these words, Zhao Layue waved her hand, and a blue sword light came out of her sleeve and flew at high speed in front of the cliff.

The green sword is extremely flexible and fast. It is woven into a light blue curtain. It seems airtight.

Looking at this picture, uncle Zuo said with appreciation: "it's amazing that he's almost ready to accept perfection."

In the night, Jing Jiu also nodded. In addition to the realm shown by Zhao Layue, he appreciated her technique.

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

Unfortunately, Zhao Layue's realm is too different from that of the other party, even if she can't keep it.

Well nine quickly came to the conclusion that Zhao La Yue will die tonight unless there are variables.

The sword at the top of Yunxing peak is confused, the night is deep, and the breath is changeable, but the only variable... Is himself.

"I can't fight..."

Well nine sighed in his heart.

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

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

Well nine looked at his bracelet and thought what else could he do?

At this time, the battle began.

There was no suspense about the outcome of the battle. It could even be said to be a unilateral injury.

The night wind suddenly broke, the rolling clouds were slightly chaotic, and a gray and simple flying sword crossed a distance of more than 100 feet and came to the cliff.

A very dense and slight collision of flying swords sounded.

Dozens of sparks appeared almost at the same time on the light curtain woven by the blue sword.

Jing Jiu could see clearly that those seemingly insignificant sparks actually implied the power of lightning and had a terrible impact.

The eight square sword formula of Bihu peak is still so domineering.

A moment later, the light curtain woven by the blue sword was easily torn by the hidden thunder sword.

The blue sword fell to the ground like scrap iron.

Zhao Layue sat cross legged in the hole in the wall and couldn't escape at all.

The gray and simple flying sword stabbed her continuously and then flew back, leaving seven blood holes.

The seven blood holes ran through her body and kept flowing blood. The picture looked very cruel.

Zhao Layue's face was white, leaning against the cliff, her lips overflowed with blood, and her eyes were light.

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

The truth that the strong are always strong is very obvious and even cruel in the battle between flying swords.

On the side with low level, your sword can never touch your opponent. How can you defeat your opponent?

"What else do you want to say at last?"

Uncle Zuo walked slowly to the cliff, looked at Zhao La Yue and said expressionless.

This is not the victor's teasing and humiliation of the weak before they die.

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

But the forces behind him wanted to know what Zhao Layue wanted to find out and how much she had found.

The most important thing is that she checked who ordered it, Qingrong peak or Tianguang peak?

People believe what they say when they are about to die.

He hopes to get some valuable information.

Zhao La Yue raised her head, looked at him and said, "what I want to say is that you shouldn't be so close to me."

As she began to speak, a sudden change occurred.

The bracelet between her wrists suddenly turned into a silver light, which broke into the air like a snake and grew longer in an instant. It turned into a sword rope and tied uncle Zuo's body!

There were several cracks in Uncle Zuo's gray sword robe in the hissing sound.

"Want to live with this thing?"

Uncle Zuo looked at her coldly and said.

The gray and plain flying sword appeared again and cut to the sword rope.

There was a loud and clear sound.

Where the gray flying sword intersects with the sword rope, a fist sized thunder and fire burst out.

However, the sword rope did not break as he thought.

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

The sword rope tightened and fell into his body. Just for a moment, blood overflowed.

Martial uncle Zuo snorted with pain and was very angry.

When wandering around the four fields, the disciples from outside the Qingshan sect often carry swords and ropes to help them hunt down monsters and subdue their opponents.

Those sword ropes are just the most common magic tools. Even the lowest flying sword is far inferior.

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

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

In a short time, martial uncle Zuo thought a lot and guessed that there was a problem with the sword rope, which was far less common than it looked.

It can't be said that it's a big man in Jiufeng, or even a magic weapon given by the leader to Zhao Layue!

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

But he was neither afraid nor worried.

The sword rope is a treasure, but Zhao Layue's realm is too low and she is seriously injured. How can she 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 intention.

The gray and plain flying sword flew back to him and was swallowed by him.

The sword pill vibrated, and countless sword ideas shot out from his body, like a real sword, blocking the shrinking sword rope.

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

Her messy short hair and face were full of blood, but it didn't look ferocious, because her eyes were still so calm and looked like a cub ready to launch the last fight.

The flying sword is abandoned and the sword rope is blocked. What should I do next?

Zhao Layue punches.

She uses beginner boxing.

That's the boxing technique that those outside disciples of nansongting practice hard in Songjian every day.

This kind of fist technique is very common. It is only used to help external disciples train in the realm of appearance.

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

As like as two peas on what is on the page, she has no special standards.

Because of the standard, so accurate.

More than ten fists fell on Uncle Zuo like a rainstorm.

Zhao Layue's fist is small but hard.

Even the body washed by sword gang can't bear it completely.

There were more than ten depressions on the grey robe.

Uncle Zuo spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao La Yue's wrist shook. The sword rope bypassed his neck and pulled him to the cliff. Her legs, which had been coiled, kicked out like lightning and hit each other's back.

Uncle Zuo spewed out a mouthful of blood again.

Zhao La Yue kicked his back with her legs and fell back. The sword rope in her hand was pulled straight.

She wanted to cut off his head with physical strength.

The sword rope trembled violently and moved slowly on Uncle Zuo's body, making a harsh friction sound.

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

Uncle Zuo gasped.

The gray flying sword blocked the sword rope between the necks.

He was so angry that he was forced to such an embarrassing degree by the younger generation of a lower level.

But as he said, Zhao Layue can't kill him just by this.

Most of the time, the gap between realms cannot be filled by courage, resourcefulness and other things.

The blood kept flowing from Zhao Layue. Because of the force, the flow rate was even faster than before.

Her face became whiter and whiter, and her eyes became lighter and lighter.

She knew that when she could no longer hold the sword rope, it was the moment of death.

At this time, the clouds at the top of the mountain dispersed again and the stars fell.

Uncle Zuo looked at the picture in front of him and suddenly froze.

Even if the sword rope was around his neck, his sight was firmly attracted.

He didn't know when a man appeared in front of him.

A boy in white.

……

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At the time of life and death struggle, he will be attracted. Naturally, it is not because the young man in white is too beautiful.

He just couldn't understand how the boy in white appeared.

Uncle Zuo was surprised, confused and even flustered.

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

In the subsequent dialogue and battle, he also determined that there was no sound around the peak - breathing, heartbeat, and naturally No footsteps.

The young man in white seemed to appear 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 trace of vigilance?

Can you completely hide your sense of existence between heaven and earth? Is the other party a strong player in the wild?

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

Is the other party a ghost?

In a very short time, martial uncle Zuo thought a lot of things and possibilities, but he couldn't think of an answer.

Well nine didn't give him more time to think and raised his hand.

Uncle Zuo felt great danger. His eyes narrowed sharply and wanted to leave, but he was locked by the sword rope and the legs behind him.

Jingjiu's hand fell on Uncle Zuo's neck. The sound of friction is unpleasant and harsh, with sparks splashing everywhere. It is incomparably beautiful. The whole process is very short. Uncle Zuo's scream and friction stopped suddenly. A soft snap. Uncle Zuo's head fell down like ripe fruit. Zhao Layue's face and eyes were exposed, still as black and white. Blood gushed from the neck cavity of the decapitated corpse, such as the fireworks of the grand ceremony, such as the waterfall facing the sky. Across the red flowers, they looked at each other（ After writing this section, I felt disappointed and regretful... I should write this as their first meeting. Why should I let Jing Jiu jump directly in front of Zhao Layue and show her face for a time because of my bad taste... Well, it's still meaningful, but it's really fun to write. Remember to vote for recommendation.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.