Chapter 365 Sparks in the Sky Ask if You Can Do It
Se Se's meaning is very clear, but He Zhan disagrees.
When Zhuo Rusui stood casually, he felt like he was in a world, which was unbelievably strong.
Jing Jiu's realm has been stagnant for nearly ten years, so there is no possibility of his opponent.
The girl from Shuiyue Temple looked at Tong Yan and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Tong Yan?"
Tong Yan is a master of chess, with unparalleled intelligence and natural vision.
He Zhan also looked at him, wanting to know what he thought, such as how long Jing Jiu could last.
Without even thinking about it, Tong Yan said, "Of course Jing Jiu won."
He Zhan was very puzzled, and the girl from Shuiyue Nunnery was also surprised——Zhuo Rusui had been in seclusion since she was a child, and entered the Wilderness Realm at such a young age. He could really be called a monster in the world of cultivation, even better than Zhao Layue. No matter how talented Jing Jiu was in swordsmanship, how could he bridge the gap between the two realms?
Bai Zao asked earnestly, "Why is senior brother more confident than me?"
Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said, "Because Jing Jiu's computing power is the best in the world, if he didn't have the confidence to win, he wouldn't have appeared at all."
This inference is very logical, at least it sounds reasonable.
After Meihui's game of chess, Jing Jiu's computing power shocked the entire continent. If he was not sure, why would he agree to this match with Zhuo Rusui?
The girl from Shuiyue Nunnery was a little dissatisfied, and asked Sesel why she was so optimistic about Jing Jiu.
Thurse said: "It's very simple, because that person has never been willing to suffer a disadvantage in doing things."
He Zhan thought about Jing Jiu's stories over the years, and found that it was true.
Sese looked at the two figures in the valley, suddenly laughed, and said, "The Qingshan sect really likes to play this trick."
He Zhan and the others followed his line of sight.
As the night darkened and the stars gradually prospered, the valley was coated with a layer of silver, and the vision became much clearer.
Zhuo Rusui drooped his eyelids, folded his arms, and looked at the ground.
With his hands behind his back, Jing Jiu looked at the forest on the cliff.
Like two travelers strayed into a valley.
They don't know each other.
Tired of walking alone.
A person still has the pleasure of enjoying the scenery.
He Zhan agreed with Sese's statement, nodded and said, "If you don't agree with anything else, just accept this, it's too good to pretend."
Bai Zao recalled the scene of getting out of trouble in the snow field relayed by Xiang Wanshu and others later, and thought with a smile, it really meant something like that.
The girl from Shuiyue Temple suddenly opened her eyes wide and said, "Are they going to be this close?"
It was only then that everyone noticed that the distance between Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui was only a few tens of feet, and there was no intention of leaving with the sword.
What Qingshan Sword Cultivator taboos the most is getting close to the opponent. If possible, he will try to keep the distance from the opponent as far as possible.
In this sword fight between Qingshan and the same sect, why did the two stand so close?
He Zhan glanced at Tong Yan, and said, "Zhuo Rusui is so relaxed and confident, and even gave up so much, do you still think Jing Jiu has a chance?"
Tong Yan was a little uncertain and said, "Perhaps Jing Jiu has figured this out?"
He Zhan shook his head and said, "That would be too shameless."
Zhuo Rusui is Youye's first stage perfect, much higher than Jing Jiu, if he pulls away, the sword fight tonight will become a one-sided attack, and Jing Jiu will undoubtedly lose.
Now the distance between the two shows that Zhuo Rusui doesn't want to take advantage of the realm, but only wants to defeat Jing Jiu with his swordsmanship. Is this pride or pride?
If Jing Jiu took Zhuo Rusui's pride before taking up the challenge, was it shameless or shameless?
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"Even so, you still can't do it."
Zhuo Rusui looked at a grasshopper that landed on his instep, and suddenly said something.
Jing Jiu acted as if he didn't hear, untied the iron sword from behind, and removed the cloth wrapping the sword.
Zhuo Rusui still didn't look up, but he seemed to have seen his iron sword, and said, "Your sword doesn't work either."
Jing Jiu said, "This only shows that your vision is not good enough."
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No one shouted to start, let alone the countdown, the moment the sword-wrapping cloth fell to the ground, it started.
A tiny spark appeared in front of Jing Jiu.
His face was illuminated, and the starry night was no longer so dazzling.
That spark hadn't died down yet, and a second spark lit up not far away.
Immediately afterwards, more and more sparks appeared.
Some are in the sky, some are on the ground, some are in the mountains, and some are by the stream.
In just an instant, countless sparks bloomed, just like the sea of peonies that bloomed overnight in the Cold Food Valley a few days ago.
The whole valley is illuminated.
Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui stood in the sky full of sparks, their silhouettes were clear and their clothes fluttered.
The picture is beyond beautiful.
Sese let out an exclamation: "It's so beautiful."
The eyes of the Suigetsu-an girl were also saying the same thing.
Bai Zao's eyes are bright, like water.
Watching fireworks by the water is a beautiful thing, but she knows how much danger is hidden in those sparks.
Those sparks were traces left by Jing Jiu's encounter with Zhuo Rusui's flying sword and then the collision.
A spark is an encounter.
Countless sparks are countless encounters.
In just an instant, sparks appeared in the valley, indicating that the two of them had unleashed countless swords in a very short period of time.
Just how fast are their swords?
Looking at the spectacle of sparks in front of him, He Zhan's eyes were slightly startled, thinking that these two people are so strong.
Tong Yan's eyes didn't blink, she focused on Gu Jian, countless light spots appeared in her eyes, and then gradually faded away, perfectly reflecting all the details.
He was calculating Jing Jiu and He Zhan's sword speed, sword trajectory, and more.
He Zhan suddenly said, "Jing Jiu can't."
Tong Yan didn't speak.
He had calculated that Jing Jiu was indeed at a disadvantage.
The sparks all over the sky seem to cover the entire valley, but in fact they are still sparse and dense.
The sparks are getting sparser to the east and denser to the west.
It was like an invisible wind blowing those sparks to where Jing Jiu was standing.
This shows that the place where the two flying swords meet is getting closer and closer to Jing Jiu.
The offensive and defensive momentum is very obvious.
Suddenly, countless voices resounded in the valley.
Those sounds were very soft, like countless glass bottles shattering at the same time.
He Zhan and the others looked relaxed.
There is a sound of swords, indicating that the two sides have temporarily stopped their swords.
The sparks in the sky disappeared one by one, and the valley became dark again. Everything that happened before was like a dream.
He Zhan put the torch on the ground, illuminating the surroundings, and there was a slight sound of wind.
A flying sword hangs quietly in the air.
The body of the sword is gray, and it looks very ordinary, but it faintly exudes a very powerful feeling.
Zhuo Rusui drooped his eyelids and said, "Uncle Shi, you are much stronger than I imagined, but your sword is really not good."
Jing Jiu's iron sword is very famous in Qingshan, inherited from Uncle Mo of Shiyue Peak.
But Iron Sword's reputation comes more from that story and how he got it, not that the Iron Sword itself is very strong.
In fact, the grade of this iron sword is very ordinary, and it is too heavy. After six years of burning in the snow field, it has become extremely ugly.
Zhuo Rusui could feel that Jing Jiu's swordsmanship was exquisite and not inferior to his own, but the iron sword was too heavy and of ordinary grade, so his sword skills would definitely be greatly affected.
It was for this reason that he was able to attack all the time.
"I told you before, your vision is bad." Jing Jiu said.
Zhuo Rusui sensed his flying sword, and found that the movement of the sword was a bit stagnant, as if it had been affected by something.
Jing Jiu suddenly turned around and looked into the distance outside the valley, and then glanced at Bai Zao again.
Bai Zao also felt it, nodded, then shook his head, expressing that he couldn't keep those teachers out with formations.
Jing Jiu looked at Zhuo Rusui and said, "Hurry up."
Zhuo Rusui said: "Then you should admit defeat."
The voice fell, and sparks reappeared.
This time, the sparks did not appear in other places in the valley, such as between the cliffs or by the stream, but only appeared between the two of them.
They were tens of feet apart, so many sparks appeared here at the same time, densely packed, almost turning into a light mirror, a little dazzling.
Sese and the Shuiyuean girl covered their faces with their hands, showing their eyes cutely.
He Zhan's expression was solemn, and he realized that if it was him, he would never be able to withstand such a stormy attack.
Zhuo Rusui is really strong, at such an age he has already mastered the true meaning of Qingshan's swordsmanship, with abundant sword essence and violent swordsmanship, he is indeed a monster.
The question is, why Jing Jiu can cope with it?
Bai Zao was a little worried about Jing Jiu, because Jing Jiu's sword was really at a disadvantage.
Zhuo Rusui is the closed disciple of Qingshan's head.
His flying sword looks ordinary, but in fact it is of an extraordinary rank. It is probably even higher than the Blue Sea Sword that passes through Nanshan. It is a real top-grade immortal sword.
Even if Jing Jiu's swordsmanship was not weaker than Zhuo Rusui's, how could that ugly sword withstand such high-frequency blows?
Countless sparks appeared in Tong Yan's eyes.
He couldn't figure out that Jing Jiu had the possibility of counterattacking or even winning, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled.
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"Nephew Bai, please solve the formation."
Suddenly, a deep and cold voice came from the night sky above.
Bai Zao heard the voice of the elder Yue Qianmen, so he had no choice but to withdraw the formation outside the valley.
After the formation was removed, dense sounds of piercing the sky were heard, and dozens of rays of light were seen, illuminating the night sky.
He had been reminded beforehand, but Jing Jiu didn't expect that the child's kendo level was really good, and finally alarmed Yunmengshan.
Everyone from Zhongzhou School and Qingshan School, as well as participants from Shuiyuean, Kunlun School, and Daze, all rushed here after hearing the news, looking at the ground from a high altitude.
The picture in the valley falls in everyone's eyes.
The sky was full of sparks, Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui stood between them.
The formation was dismantled, and the wind poured in from outside the valley, bringing those sparks to the heights, and it looked like tens of thousands of fireflies flew up at the same time.
Everyone naturally knew that these sparks were traces of the sword fight between Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui, and they were shocked.
Are these two people so strong?
Those young disciples were all thinking, if they were standing in the valley at this time, they would have been chopped into countless pieces by the flying sword. Those senior teachers with profound cultivation bases were thinking about whether they had such a level when they were their age, and then shook their heads with emotion, thinking that they were too far behind.
Zhuo Rusui was worthy of being the closed disciple of Master Qingshan's master, and a monster who had defeated Zhao Layue. He was really unbelievably strong. Jing Jiu is worthy of being the reintroduced disciple of Master Jingyang, who was able to withstand the opponent's violent attack, but it is said that his realm has stagnated for ten years, how can you tell?
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Jing Jiu felt the arrival of those people in the sky, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He is used to being looked at by others, but it doesn't mean he likes it, no matter the face or the sword.
He decided to end the fight, so he let go of the hands that had been behind his back.
The iron sword suddenly appeared in the night sky, flew back to the side, and penetrated deeply into the ground.
This is the best opportunity to attack.
Zhuo Rusui did not move.
At this moment, he finally raised his head.
He looked at Jing Jiu.
Sensing the changes in the aura of heaven and earth in the valley, he quickly retreated without hesitation, retreated to the bank of the forest hundreds of feet away, and sat down cross-legged.
He closed his eyes, stretched out the palm of his left hand, and squeezed a sword formula with his right hand.
The flying sword appeared in the night sky, and then disappeared again.
Jing Jiu's robe fluttered slightly and disappeared in place.
The starlight falls in the valley, silently, but it hides great danger.
The wind continued to blow, stirring the forest tops and weeds, and any line seemed to turn into a sword light, extremely awe-inspiring.
I don't know if it's the wind blowing into the hole between the cliffs or the friction of the leaves, but the valley echoed with mournful screams.
Zhuo Rusui's face became paler and paler.
The sharp sword intent filled the entire valley.
Se Se and others could no longer stand still and watch, and retreated to the cliff.
He Zhan's expression was a little gloomy.
The practitioners in the night sky, mainly the young disciples couldn't bear it anymore, and retreated more than ten miles away.
Those shrill wind howls and leaves suddenly disappeared, turning into a mournful sword cry.
Jing Jiu appeared in front of Zhuo Rusui.
Zhuo Rusui's flying sword was stepped on by him.
Jing Jiu pointed at Zhuo Rusui's chest, with a flash of sword light on his fingertips.
Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes and looked at the finger that was getting closer, as if seeing the sharpest sword in the world.
He let go of the sword formula, no longer tried to regain control of the flying sword, his ten fingers spread out with afterimages, and he wanted to lock Jing Jiu's fingers with the method of locking Qingqiu.
Back then at the Qingshan Sword Test Conference, Liangwangfeng Gu Han tried to lock Jing Jiu's sword in this way, but he failed.
Zhuo Rusui knew about this, but he believed that he would be able to do what his senior brother couldn't do.
The sword light flashed.
Zhuo Rusui's hand landed on Jing Jiu's sleeve.
Jing Jiu's fingers landed on his chest.
Clap clap.
Countless extremely light muffled sounds echoed in his body.
Dozens of white smoke came out from his sword shirt.
Zhuo Rusui was shaken back into the woods and hit a tree.
The tree snapped and fell in two.
The white smoke gradually dissipated, and dozens of sword marks appeared on his body, with blood stains oozing out.
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There was a dead silence in the valley.
The same is true in the night sky.
The world is speechless.
Countless eyes fell on Jing Jiu, some were shocked, some were in awe, and some were eager.
What method did Jing Jiu use?
His movement technique is so mysterious and unpredictable, even the Zhongzhou School's Heaven and Earth Escape Technique is probably no better than this.
Countless questions arose in everyone's mind, and then they remembered the rumor.
"Your sect has so many talented disciples, it's really gratifying, but... it's hidden deep enough."
Yue Qianmen looked at Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang and said, his tone was not bitter, but mostly probing.
Fang Jingtian remained silent, looking thoughtfully at the figure in the valley.
Nan Wang said indifferently: "It's just an innate invisible sword body, do I, Qingshan, still have to shout around?"
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(I wrote a sentence in yesterday’s chapter, He Zhan took Sese to find a friend to grill fish... I wrote ellipses in parentheses at the end. In fact, I thought it was fun when I wrote this sentence, because grilled fish is my friend...Although his name is Orleans Roasted Sturgeon Burger, by the way, his Rekindle has resumed and updated. After writing this chapter today, I also find it very fun. I have written countless battles for so many years, and now I am more and more demanding on pictures and accents. I like this tone, Ajia!)