The Path Toward Heaven

Practitioners are difficult to assassinate because they are very sensitive to changes in Qi.

Zhao Layue is good at deduction and calculation, and the sword heart is transparent, so she is naturally better at it. But when she walked into the Taoist temple, she couldn't find any problems. It wasn't because she was distracted thinking about meeting Lian Sanyue's successor, but because this formation had no killing intent, it was extremely indifferent, and it blended with ordinary mountains and rivers, so it was hard to find.

It is mysterious and rare to be able to reintegrate the formation that changes the aura of heaven and earth with the heaven and earth.

Only those authentic sects with profound backgrounds can do it.

With the sound of a sword, the dilapidated Taoist temple was illuminated in flames, as if the twilight had come early, and all the trees in the valley were ignited.

Firth sword shuttled through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her body, as if it wanted to cut open the space.

Those extremely dense lines formed a barrier, protecting her inside.

Zhao Layue knew that those who dared to attack her must not be ordinary cultivators, and she was definitely not an opponent.

Confidence and pride do not cloud her judgment.

She didn't think about finding the enemy and attacking at all, and immediately used the most powerful sword move to protect herself.

This is not the sword move in the Nine Deaths Sword Art, but the sword move created by Master Jingyang according to a certain Taoist method of Shuiyuean. It is said that it is related to a certain insect called the silkworm.

This is what Jing Jiu said when he taught her this sword technique.

This is the Forsi sword left by Master Jingyang? It is perfect. Your swordsmanship, countermeasures, and decisiveness are also perfect.

A man in black stepped out of the twilight-like red light.

The aura of the man in black was very strong, his face was covered with a black cloth, and he must have used some kind of skill to change his face.

Zhao Layue looked at the other party through the sword net, but did not speak.

She guessed the real identity of this person, and he should have a high status in that sect, because he looked very confident and proud with his hands behind his back.

The man in black said: As expected of Zhao Layue in the legend, it's a pity that such a powerful sword move can only last a few tens of breaths at most in your current state, and in this way, you can't use the sword book to ask for help from the same sect. In other words, you have put yourself in a dead end. What's the point of living for so long?

Zhao Layue knew that what the man in black said was reasonable, and it was also a kind of temptation.

Nan Wang and Qingshan's disciples were still in Chaoge City, only two hundred miles away, so they rushed over as fast as they could, and it wouldn't take too long.

The question is, if she asks for help with the sword book, how long can she last without the flying sword? It may even be killed instantly.

Zhao Layue didn't speak, because it was meaningless, and there was no point in procrastinating.

Her sword essence is draining at a high speed.

The twilight gradually thickened, and the dilapidated Taoist temple shrouded in it gave birth to a vicissitudes of beauty.

Beautiful scenery is not a beautiful thing, because it shows that the speed of Firth Sword is gradually slowing down, and the color will be more vivid.

It was precisely because of the slowing down that Furth Sword began to give birth to a sword whistle and a sword wind.

The dilapidated walls of the Taoist temple were blown by the sword wind, and dust fell down.

The statues offered in Taoist temples have been eroded by years of wind and rain, leaving only half of their heads, and they are also getting lower at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sand fell on the ground, like an hourglass, and time went to the end.

Just before the head of the statue was about to be completely smoothed, Zhao Layue moved.

She stretched her right hand into the air in front of her.

The room was filled with twilight suddenly, falling in her hands, as if turning into a round of red sun.

She held Firth sword, with afterimages on her body, she stabbed at the black clothes.

——With the sword in your hand, you don't have to worry about being affected by the opponent's powerful skills.

At the Sea God Temple outside Haizhou City, she used this trick to kill the steward of the old forest.

The man in black was very calm, he should have known her move in advance, avoided several sword lights with ease, and then slapped it down with his palm.

What fell was the palm, but what flew up was the sleeves.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of the power of Firth Sword, or more likely because he didn't want to leave traces of clues, so he didn't use the magic weapon.

Even so, he was not something Zhao Layue could resist.

The sleeves of the man in black flew up, like waves like ink in the darkness of the night.

The howling wind went with the sleeves, extremely fierce, but the aura was so majestic, obviously it should be the orthodox cultivation method of Xuanmen, and it was extremely upright.

With a bang, Zhao Layue flew backwards and hit the wall of the Taoist temple heavily.

Her body fell to the ground with a rain of broken bricks, and blood spilled from the corners of her lips.

The man in black turned up his sleeves at will, and broke her sword like a sword.

The realm gap between the two sides is too great, and it is impossible to make up for it with Taoism, fighting spirit and courage.

But her expression was still so indifferent, no fear could be seen on her face, because this was something she understood a long time ago.

Just as she hit the wall, Furth Sword, which was blown away like a stone, suddenly regained its vitality and broke through the roof!

Whoosh!

Firth Sword flew towards the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a bloody afterimage.

This is the sword book communication.

The man in black ignored it, because this was something he had already calculated, or something he hoped to happen.

Even if Zhao Layue's realm is higher than the one in the information, and has already broken through to the Wuzhang Upper Realm, the distance to be able to control the sword is only a few miles.

If she wanted to use the sword book to inform Qingshan fellow sect in Chaoge City, she could only use that method to forcibly sever contact with Fursijian and let him go.

This kind of practice will cause the sword master to suffer backlash and be seriously injured, and if he wants to re-establish contact with Feijian afterwards, it will take a longer time to cultivate and practice, which is not worth it.

Only when Qingshan disciples are facing great danger, or even when they know that they must die, will they make this choice.

Of course, if Zhao Layue survived today, the price would be worth it.

The problem is, when Firth's sword is gone, what can she use to resist the opponent's attack? Or did she already know for sure that she was bound to die?

The man in black thought it was the latter.

He slapped Zhao Layue across the air.

The air suddenly deformed, and the light falling from the roof was refracted in a mess.

A powerful and continuous momentum echoed in the Taoist temple, overlapping like mountains, rolling towards the front.

This violent force did not affect the Taoist temple itself. There were no cracks on the dilapidated walls, and no dust fell.

Such a fine level of control proves that there is something else about the terrifying realm of the man in black.

It is very unwise to deliberately carry out this kind of control at such a moment.

So the truth of the matter is that the man in black didn't deliberately control it, everything happened naturally.

The natural way of heaven and earth is contained in the moves and exercises. The more Zhao Layue confirms the opponent's origin, the brighter her eyes become.

The palm of the man in black turned into a fist when it came to Zhao Layue.

The Ten Thousand Mountains condensed into a stone, one can imagine how heavy it is.

Even the city wall of Chaoge City would be pierced by this punch.

The last thing disciple Qingshan wanted was to be approached by the enemy. In that case, Feijian was forced to defend, unable to kill the enemy freely, it was equivalent to being tied to his own hands.

The man in black looked at Zhao Layue with the eyes of a dead man.

You don't even have a sword, what else can you do?

Zhao Layue raised her hands to meet the fist.

There was a soft snap.

Countless sword intents appeared in her hands.

Those sword intents are extremely pure and absolutely sharp.

The dilapidated walls and roofs of the Taoist temple were completely shredded and collapsed towards the ground.