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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“Besides, I need to thank you for your hard cultivation. I believe by tomorrow nobody will know it was me who killed you.”

nMaster Zhou said with a smile, “This is the top of the Sword Peak. Someone with the State of Breaking Sea can’t even find out what have happened here without using the special Piercing Discernment.”

n“You have to kill me first if you don’t want anyone to know what’s happened.”

nSoon after, Zhao Layue waved her hand, a green flash of sword light leaving her sleeve and flying at high speed in front of the cliff walls.

nThe green sword was very nimble and extremely fast, forming a light-green screen of light that looked airtight, and not even wind could penetrate it.

n“It’s pretty good. Looks like you have almost reached the State of Inherited Will,” praised Master Zhuo while witnessing the scene.

nIn the darkness of night, Jing Jiu nodded as well, and he appreciated this method more than the State she demonstrated.

nSince there was no chance to attack by surprise, it was better to call out the sword in advance in readied defense.

nThe problem was that they were miles apart in their States; she had no way to defend herself.

nJing Jiu came to the conclusion that Zhao Layue would die tonight for sure; that is, unless a miracle occurred.

nThe wills of swords on the Sword Peak were chaotic, the night becoming deep and nature changing in ten thousand ways, and so this miracle was…Jiu Jing himself.

n“There is no way to beat that man…”

nJing Jiu screamed in his own mind.

nAs his state at the moment was even lower than hers, he couldn’t help her, unless that man in gray stood still.

nYet, who would stand in the same spot and wait for you to reach your hand out?

nJing Jiu glanced at the bracelet once, thinking hard about other methods could be used.

nIt was then that combat started.

nThere was no suspense as to what the battle’s outcome would be; you could really call it a one-sided fight.

nThe night winds started up, the rolling clouds were disturbed, and a flying sword with a plain grey color flew over a distance of three hundred yards in an instance, finding its way to the cliff wall.

nThe frequent and faint sounds of swords clashing were taking place.

nA dozen sparks of fire came to life on the light screen from the green sword.

nJing Jiu knew without question that those seemingly tiny fire sparks actually contained tremendous power like that of thunder and lightning, possessing an awesome attack power.

nStill, the Tide Sword Style of Bihu was aggressively powerful.

nA while later, the light screen formed by the small green sword was broken through easily by the sword with the hidden power of thunder.

nThe small green sword dropped to the ground like a piece of iron.

nSitting in the cave with her legs crossed, Zhao Layue had no chance to dodge.

nAfter a few thudding sounds, her body was pierced through times, seven bloody holes forming in her before the plain gray flying sword retreated.

nThe seven bloody holes spread all over her body, blood trickling out of her in an unbearable display,

nHer face was pale like snow, lying against the cliff wall, blood dropping from the corners of her mouth, the expression in her eyes faint and weak.

nSword fighting were always like this: simple and straightforward; a loss and a win; even life and death; all were decided in moments.

nThe rule of the powerful always being powerful manifested clearly in the combat of flying swords, and it was extremely cruel.

nAs for the side with lower state, your sword couldn’t even touch your opponent, so how can you win the battle?

n“Do you have any last words?”

nStrolling to the cliff wall, Master Zhuo question to Zhao Layue was emotionless.

nThis wasn’t a case of the winner humiliating and playing with the loser before their death.

nIf he had wanted, Zhao Layue would have already been dead.

nIt was only because the people behind him wanted to know what Zhao Layue was investigating and how much she had already known.

nThe key question was who ordered her to do so, the Qingrong Peak or Tianguang Peak?

nThe words of a man are trustworthy.

nHe hoped to get some valuable information.

nLooking at him, Zhao Layue lifted her head and said, “What I want to say is, you shouldn’t come so close to me.”

nThat miracle, it happened as she spoke.

nSuddenly, the bracelet on her wrist turned into a flash of silver light, like a snake shooting forward, and lengthening instantly and turning into a sword rope, binding Master Zhou!

nZip, zip!!!

nA few tears appeared on his gray sword robe.

n“Do you think you still can live by using this, Master Zhuo asked coldly while looking at her.

nThat plain gray flying sword appeared again, its pierce aimed toward the sword rope.

nWham!!!

nThe meeting spot of the gray flying sword and the sword rope radiated lightning flame the size of a fist.

nYet, the sword rope didn’t break off as Zhuo expected by Zhuo.

nMaster Zhuo’s expression changed slightly.

nWhat was going on??

nThe sword rope tightened, cutting into his flesh, blood instantly pouring from his body

nHe shrieked, feeling unusually angry.

nThe external disciple of the Green Mountain Sect usually brought the sword rope with them when they were patrolling, to help them pursue the animals and demons and to restrain opponents.

nThese sword ropes were the most common magic weapon, inferior even to the worst kind of flying swords.

nHow come his magic sword has failed to break this sword rope?

nWhat on earth is this thing? What is it made of?

nIn a short time, Master Zhuo thought of many things and guessed there was something special about this sword rope; it was not as simple as it looked.

nIt might be a treasure protected by magic given by an important figure in the nine peaks, or even by the Sect Master himself.

nThinking of this possibility, he regretted being careless.

nBut he wasn’t that scared, or even worried.

nEven if the sword rope was a magic treasure, Zhao Layue’s state was still too low, and with her injury, how could she change the eventual outcome?

n“Do you think you can kill me this way?”

nStaring at her eyes, he didn’t conceal his anger and deadly intention.

nThe plain gray flying sword flew back to his side, and he absorbed it.

nThe Sword Pill was triggered, with many rays of sword will shooting out from his body like small daggers, blocking the tightening rope.

nThe clouds opened up by a bit, starlight shining on Zhao Layue’s body.

nShe was covered in blood, it matting her short hair and face, and yet it wasn’t completely horrible, as the expression in her eyes was still very calm, looking like a young animal ready to mount its last attack.

nThe flying sword was destroyed and the sword rope was blocked; what should be done next?

nZhao Layue threw a punch with her fist.

nShe used the entry-level boxing style.

nThe same boxing style was practiced everyday by the external disciples in the woods at the South Pine Pavilion.

nThe boxing style was very common, being used to help the external disciples train for the State Of Possession of Virtue.

nIt was never thought that this boxing style could be used in combat between two magic swordsmen.

nThe way she wielded her fists was not special, only fairly accurate, just like the small figure doing them on the pages of the textbook.

nBut that accuracy obviously came with precision.

nDozens of punches fell on the body of Zhuo like the raindrops.

nHer fists were small, but very hard.

nA swordsman in the Undefeated State, awash with power of the Chaotic Sword, couldn’t withstand it.

nThud, thud!!!

nThe gray robe was dented at more than ten spots.

nMaster Zhuo coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

nZhao Layue whipped her wrist to make the sword rope wrap around his neck, and dragged him to the cliff wall; her crossed legs straightened like lightning, landing right in his back.

nAnother mouthful of blood came out from his mouth.

nZhao Layue, with her feet on his back, straightened her legs and bent her own body backward, so the sword rope was tautly pulled, as straight as a pencil.

nShe wanted to use her own body weight to pull his head off.

nThe sword rope shivered violently, moving around slowly on his body, producing an ear-piercing sound of friction.

n“You are indeed Zhao Layue, but you can’t kill me this way,” said Master Zhuo, puffing.

nThe gray flying sword wedged between his neck and the sword rope on his neck.

nHe was very angry, thinking he was forced into such an embarrassing situation by a person of a younger generation and of a much lower state.

nBut as he said, Zhao Layue couldn’t kill him by using this method.

nThe gap between two different states usually cannot be closed by courage, cleverness or something else.

nThe fresh blood flew out of Layue’s body, and even faster now due to the pulling force she used on Master Zhuo.

nHer face was turning paler, and the expression in her eyes was getting dimmer.

nShe knew the moment she had no strength to hold onto the sword rope, the death would come.

nAt the moment, the clouds on the top of the peak disbursed a little bit more, and the stars were setting.

nMaster Zhuo was stunned by what he saw.

nEven though the sword rope was wrapped around his neck, he was still distracted by something.

nA man appeared in front of him from nowhere.

nA youth in the white cloth.

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nDuring the struggle of life and death, the attraction was not how handsome that youth in white looked, but rather, he could not figure out how this youth in white could possibly appear from nowhere.

nMaster Zhuo was completely stunned, disoriented, and even somewhat lost.

nBefore he injured that young eagle, he observed the surroundings and didn’t see anybody.

nDuring their fight, he was also sure that no sound, breathing, heartbeat, and foot movement, could be heard in the surroundings on the top of the peak.

nIt seemed the youth in white appeared from nowhere, or like he had stood there the whole time.

nBut, if he had been standing by the cliff wall, why I hadn’t seen him, even a trace of his existence?

nWas he able to conceal his existence in heaven and earth making him a swordsman of the State of Free Travel?

nNo, as not even a swordsman at the State of Free Travel cannot even achieve that deed.

nIs he a ghost?

nIn a very short period of time, Master Zhuo thought of many things, many possibilities, but he couldn’t come up with an answer.

nJing Jiu didn’t give him enough time to think, as lifted his hand.

nMaster Zhuo felt a great danger, his pupils shrinking, desiring to leave, but he was bound by the sword rope and locked firmly by two legs on his back.

nJing Jiu landed his hand with all his might on his neck.

nThere was a resounding smack that pierced the ears, spreading sparks of fire everywhere in a fairly awesome display.

nThe whole thing was very short.

nThe horrible cry from Master Zhuo and the smack stopped suddenly.

nBoing!!!

nMaster Zhuo’s head fell down from his neck like a ripe fruit.

nZhao Layue’s face appeared, and her eyes, still distinctively black and white.

nThe fresh blood gushed out from the neck cavity of the headless corpse, like fireworks in a ceremony, or like waterfall flowing upward.

nTwo of them were eyeing each other amid the red bloody flowers that filled the air.

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