Chapter 353 Itako and Tideout
(According to the feedback from most readers yesterday, I will use the big chapter first, and I will update it every night at 8 o’clock in the future. I will tell you about something. In addition, although I wrote a sentence in this chapter that the sea is water, I was a little surprised to find that now I am writing things without water. It is very beautiful.)
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The tumbling waves stirred up countless sprays, which turned into mist and shrouded the sea surface, rolling with the strong wind, causing the temperature to drop sharply.
The moss on the reef was peeled off by the waves, and the fat sea beast had already dived into the bottom of the sea.
Tie Jian walked towards the depths of the West Sea.
The water mist is getting bigger and bigger, gradually connecting with the dark clouds in the sky, the sunlight is blocked behind, and the sky and the earth are gloomy.
The iron sword flying at high speed between the rough seas is hard to spot.
Jing Jiu looked at the depths of the West Sea, and said to Gu Qing, "If you have something to do, throw the cat."
The white cat glanced at Jing Jiu and meowed.
It was not expressing dissatisfaction, but a warning to Jing Jiu.
Even if it is covered by mist, clouds and sea waves, if it passes like this, it will still be discovered by the other party.
Of course, cats are best at things like hide and seek.
Jing Jiu knew what it said was reasonable, so he told Gu Qing to sit still.
The iron sword plummeted from a high altitude and plunged into the turbulent sea water.
The sea is full of water, and the resistance is great.
Jing Jiu sat in front of the iron sword, raised his right hand and pointed forward, a soft and clear sword intent radiated from his fingertips.
The seawater hitting head-on at high speed is like a hard rock wall, but for some reason, it will become extremely soft when encountering that sword intent, accompanied by countless low-pitched, thunderous explosions, and they will part ways by themselves.
Jing Jiu used the same posture when he walked through the dead cold plain.
It's just that he used Shiyue Peak's six-dragon sword technique at that time, but today he uses a different one.
Looking at this scene, Gu Qing was very surprised.
Master even passed Tianguang Peak's Chengtian Sword to himself. Of course, he can accept that Master understands Bihu Peak's Chaolai swordsmanship, but Master's Chaolai swordplay is too good. I'm afraid that the current Bihu Peak Master is not as good as him...
When the tide comes and goes, the low thunder rumbles, and the sea water divides like a tide, forming a transparent water wall around the iron sword.
All kinds of fish and seaweed recede at high speed, turning into countless lines of different colors, and occasionally you can see the huge and dazed eyes of sea beasts relatively far away.
The black iron sword carried two people and a cat forward at high speed on the West Seabed. After an unknown amount of time, the speed of the iron sword gradually slowed down, and the sound of thunder disappeared.
Countless black giant pillars appeared in the sea in the distance, looking like whales standing upright.
Those black giant pillars are actually the part of the floating island submerged in the sea.
This is not Penglai God Island, but the West Sea Islands.
To this day, this archipelago in the depths of the West Sea is still nominally owned by the Sharks, but it was snatched by the Sword God of the West Sea as a mountain gate many years ago.
The iron sword stopped in the distance outside the West Sea Islands, without any sound, and continued to sink like a log, until it reached the extremely deep seabed.
It's dark here, you can't see anything.
Jing Jiu looked up, with a flash of sword fire in his pupils, and he saw the blue sky.
Gu Qing's state of mind is quite profound now, learning from his master's method to wash his eyes with sword fire, his vision finally penetrated the darkness in front of him, and he saw the distant sea.
Looking from the dark bottom, the distant sea is like a sapphire, extremely beautiful.
Of course, that sapphire could also be the sky.
There are countless cracks on the surface of sapphire.
Those are hundreds of white air currents in the sky, and they are also lines in the sea water.
Those lines are made of air bubbles, stretching for miles, slowly dissipating.
Looking up at this magnificent and miraculous scene, Gu Qing was so shocked that he couldn't speak at all, and even forgot that he was in the sea.
Is this the trace left by those two masters of swordsmanship in the world?
Immediately afterwards, another sword light fell from a very high place without any sound.
Countless extremely deep cracks appeared on the surface of the West Sea, the deepest one was about several hundred feet long, and it was very close to where the iron sword was.
Such soft seawater seemed to have changed its nature before these sword lights, and seemed to be countless times thicker.
You must know that this is only the slightest leak, and you can imagine how terrifying the true power of those sword lights is.
Lu Qing once saw the battle between Hades Emperor and Canglong in the imperial palace of Chaoge City.
That battle was a battle between spirits and souls. Although it was mysterious, it was far inferior to the two flying swords in the sky at this moment in terms of momentum.
The sword light shattered the stratus clouds, the sea waves were uneven, and a round of rising sun in the distance fluctuated among them, illuminating the sea water a little.
Lu Qing saw countless dead fish, and even saw the bodies of a few small whales slowly sinking further away.
He couldn't help looking at Jing Jiu, his expression a little nervous.
He had already vaguely guessed that the two peerless powerhouses should be the Sword God of the West Sea and Mr. Pei from the Wuenmen.
The question is, what did Master bring me here for?
Not everyone has the opportunity to witness the battle between the powerhouses of the Heaven-reaching Realm, and it is an extremely rare opportunity for any ascetic.
The problem is that this place is on the bottom of the sea, so close to the battlefield of the two strong swordsmen, what if a sword light falls on people like themselves?
If Master wants to help Mr. Pei, what can we do with our abilities?
Lu Qing subconsciously looked down at the white cat in his arms.
At this time, the sea suddenly became quiet.
Countless things like gravel fell into the sea from a high altitude, like a torrential rain, drawing countless extremely thin lines in the sea.
Then, someone fell into the sea.
The man was motionless, his gray hair undulating with the current, like seaweed, and then gradually stained red with blood.
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Everyone is a protagonist in their own life story.
It's just that some stories are comedies, some are tragedies, some are very literary, some are very mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, some are very passionate, and some are very legendary. If someone feels that he is the protagonist of a bigger story, then he must have something different, such as a particularly good-looking birth, a particularly good family background, or outstanding talent, or a different experience.
It is based on these reasons that Wang Xiaoming feels that he is the protagonist.
He Zhan also thinks so.
In the world of practice, he is known for his good luck. Even now that he knows the truth behind this good luck, it doesn't affect his opinion.
There is such a real aunt, he is not the protagonist, who is?
Since you are the protagonist, you have to participate in the story, you can't be an audience, and you can't stay away from the scene and go to the world of mortals.
The journey from Baotong Temple to Guocheng Temple was not completed. He went against his wish to spend the winter and quietly went to Haizhou, disguised as a fisherman, and sailed deep into the West Sea, waiting to appear in the upcoming big story.
He is neither well-known nor very lively, but this incident started in Baotong Temple, the two friends met because of him, and it was a plan set by his parents, so dangerous, how could he ignore it?
He floated on the West Sea in a fishing boat for a long time, and he didn't dare to get close to the West Sea Islands, nor did he dare to get too close to Tong Yan's chosen battlefield, so as not to arouse suspicion from some people.
Early this morning, two sword lights appeared without warning, cutting the morning light into pieces.
Thus began the battle between Xihai Sword God and Pei Baifa.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and there were huge waves in the sea.
In just an instant, his fishing boat was scattered by huge waves and sank to the bottom of the sea.
He Zhan didn't dare to fly up, holding a piece of wood, floating in the endless waves.
He felt the two majestic and terrifying sword intents in the sky, and felt like an ant floating on the water.
It wasn't until this time that he realized that the world of practice respects the strong, and the real protagonist can only be the real strong.
He is not qualified to be the protagonist in this story.
However, he never thought that he would be able to participate in the action of killing the sword god. He just wanted to come over and see if there was anything he could do to help.
As for how to help him, he doesn't know. In fact, until now, he has not understood the meaning of Tong Yan's extremely simple plan.
The sea water kept washing his body, making his thoughts a little confused.
Mr. Pei has already made a move, is it Tonglu or Su Ziye who completed the last step of seduction? Have the two of them been exposed? When are they going to escape? By the way, how many people can my Huanxisha sit on? I used to be alone and never had a chance to try it. I knew I should go to Daze first.
He was thinking about these things, and suddenly found that the waves coming in front became smaller.
When the wind dissipates, it is the blue sea and blue sky.
He Zhan looked up at the sky.
A figure descended from a very high void.
After a while, another figure fell from the void.
The two figures fell into the sea one after another, splashing insignificant water splashes, and gradually sank to the bottom of the sea.
Farther away, in the direction of the West Sea Islands, dozens of sword lights dimly lit up.
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Looking at the surface from the dark bottom of the sea is like looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.
That piece of sky is out of reach for the frog, but the people in the sky also find it in the shadow at the bottom of the well.
The iron sword stopped at the bottom of the sea, and no one could find its trace.
I don't know if it was because of holding the white cat, but Gu Qing found that his aura was always full, and there was no problem of lack of breath at all.
The ripples on the sea gradually flattened and returned to calm, and then two water flowers appeared again.
Pei Baifa fell into the sea.
The Sword God of the West Sea also fell.
Lu Qing's face was pale, his right hand clenched the sword formula, ready to strike at any time.
Jing Jiu didn't intend to make a move, but just silently stared at the seabed in front of him.
The Sword God of the West Sea slowly sank downward.
His figure is very tall, even if he is lying horizontally in the sea, he still gives people a sense of majesty, like a statue.
Countless extremely subtle sword intents lingered on the surface of his body, looking like electric wires.
The sea water swam gently around his body, and the ferocious sea beasts fled towards deeper and further distances, appearing terrified.
The sunlight penetrated the seawater and fell on his face, exuding a jade-like white color, and the lines of the bridge of the nose and jaw were a little stiff.
He sank slowly towards the bottom of the sea, his eyes closed all the time, motionless, as if he was asleep.
On the bottom of the sea dozens of miles away, Pei Baifa was also sinking to the bottom of the sea.
He also closed his eyes and remained motionless. His loose white hair fluttered in the sea water, and the blood had been washed away.
Could it be that the outcome of the battle between the two powerhouses of the Heaven-reaching Realm ended in a loss for both?
Dozens of sword lights appeared on the western sea, and they were divided into two teams as soon as they left the archipelago. One team came towards the Sword God of the West Sea, presumably preparing for rescue, and the other team headed towards Pei Baifa's position, so the meaning was clearer.
Lu Qing looked at Jing Jiu again, his eyes widened, and he thought that he had to take action now, otherwise Mr. Pei would definitely die!
Even the white cat stretched out its front paws and scratched Jing Jiu—it didn't look at Pei Baifa, but at the sea where the Sword God of the West Sea was.
Jing Jiu ignored Gu Qing.
He was also looking at the Sword God of the West Sea, but his eyes did not fall on the Sword God of the West Sea, as if he was afraid of alarming something, and his right hand was pressing the white cat tightly.
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Feijian who left the West Sea Islands divided into two teams.
Naturally, the elders and disciples with higher status and stronger strength went to rescue the head, while the rest went further away.
Killing Pei Baifa is of course a great achievement, but it is very dangerous, and who would not want to be the first person the headmaster sees when he opens his eyes?
Su Ziye joined the Xihai Sword Sect as a guest, and has been valued by the Sword God for the past two years. Naturally, he was not liked by the Xihaimen people, and he was quite excluded on weekdays.
Of course he was going to Pei Baifa's side at this time.
Not long after, he came to the sea with a dozen disciples of the West Sea Sword Sect.
The flying sword fell towards the sea, and the Hidden Tide swordsmanship of the Xihai Sword School was extremely powerful in this environment, and soon broke through the sea, revealing Pei Baifa's body.
Su Ziye's face turned greener, her breath became colder, and she reached out to grab Pei Baifa out of the sea.
The disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect didn't react for a while.
A green leaf flew out of Su Ziye's mouth, rose against the wind, and turned into a bright green flying boat, which instantly broke through the air and flew towards the east!
Only then did the disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect realize that Su Ziye was actually trying to save someone!
There was a lot of drinking on the sea, and everyone chased away with their swords. They never thought that a wall of water suddenly appeared in the sea, blocking their way.
The water wall was faintly green, as if mixed with a lot of aquatic plants, exuding a strange stench, which should be highly poisonous.
The disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect couldn't dodge in time, bumped into the water wall, and fell one after another. They didn't care about chasing them, so they hurriedly guarded their Dao heart with their swords and took pills to expel the poison.
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The rest of the Xihaimen people have already entered the seabed and came to the side of the Xihai Sword God.
Tonglu is at the forefront.
He is not the person with the highest seniority and the strongest strength present, but he is the most valued disciple of the Sword God, so no one competes with him for this position.
The sun fell on the face of the Sword God of the West Sea, turning pale.
Looking at the master who seemed to be sleeping, Tonglu's face became even paler, his eyes were full of struggle and pain, his hands trembled slightly, and the Western Cold Flying Sword buzzed under his feet.
Someone finally realized what was wrong and shouted sharply, "What do you want to do?"
Xihai Sword God still closed his eyes, as if he didn't notice anything.
The sea water was illuminated by the light of the sword, and the dense but continuous sword intent came from everywhere.
Tonglu's left shoulder was cut open with blood, and he retreated hundreds of feet away, losing the best chance.
Everyone from the Xihai Sword Sect stared at Tonglu who was holding a sword in his right hand, their eyes were full of vigilance and absurdity.
You are a leader among the younger generation of disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect, and you are highly valued by the head. Even if you performed so badly in the Yuntai battle, the head didn't take heavy responsibility...you actually want to kill the head! Don't you forget that the master is your master! What a treason!
No one expected that even more absurd things were yet to come.
A disciple of the Xihai Sword Sect quietly approached the Xihai Sword God at some point, and with a flip of his hand, it landed on his chest!
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The Sword God of the West Sea opened his eyes!
His eyes were indifferent.
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There was a muffled hum.
The sea is raging.
The sword is full of intent.
The disciples of the nearby Xihai Sword Sect were all shaken to the distance.
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The disciple of the Xihai Sword Sect who made the assassination move retreated silently, his black hair flying upside down in the water, half covering his face.
It was a very ordinary face.
It turned out that the Sword God of the West Sea was not unconscious at all.
He is pretending!
But at this time, the girl still didn't see any fear in her eyes, she was calm as usual.
Because she is wintering.
During her practice years, she has encountered too many extraordinary people and things.