Chapter 190 Opening Up New Territories That was...that was the Ninth Sword!
Holding the spirit-summoning wood that pierced the barrier, Jia Qianyang stood in the center of the light circle and launched an unstoppable attack on Jiang Yuhuo.
Jiang Yuhuo stood holding her sword. The flames died down, and she was dressed in black, so dark on the water that her figure was almost invisible.
Will she be trapped by him again, at his mercy, just like before?
No, it won't happen again.
Jiang Yuhuo didn't even try to avoid it; she couldn't avoid it.
If the barrier breaks, all the fighting on the Bishui Pool will affect the palace. If she avoids it, the innocent people in the palace will be the ones who suffer casualties.
She touched the water's surface with the tip of her sword, and the white rainbow blade drew a near-perfect circle on the water's surface. The circle on the water instantly shone brightly, as if it were a solid entity. She also stood in the circle, manipulating the Dingchun Sword to create a lightning-fast arc of sword light around the circumference. The light that shot out in an instant seemed like a bright moon rising from the bottom of the water. Only this moon was dazzling, even blinding, while she stood in the moon, her expression indifferent, her hair flying in the wind.
The pale blue light collided with the circle on the water's surface, and the tranquil pool suddenly surged with towering waves. In these surging waves, the white light became even more dazzling, swallowing up all the pale blue light that came at them.
The sun and moon shine together, breaking through all forces.
The seventh move of the Kunlun Nine Swords.
She was no longer the little girl who could only kneel and cry in front of him.
Far from it.
The wave crashed down in an instant, and the sword, like a white rainbow, returned to the black-clad female cultivator's hand. The water surface continued to surge and churn. She treaded on the waves, the sword light flashing like lightning, illuminating her cold and resolute eyes. "As long as I can find you, it's not a pity."
The water splashed onto Xiao Jing, who had been waiting on the shore, but it didn't wet the two people on the surface of the pool.
She stared, stunned, at the two figures that had suddenly appeared on the surface of the pool. The people she had followed, who had vanished halfway through, had reappeared lifelessly and were fighting again. Where had they gone? That person… no, who was that spirit? Where was the Prime Minister?
Xiao Jing was completely bewildered and unconsciously moved closer, when suddenly a hand grabbed her by the back of her collar and accurately covered her mouth just as she was about to scream.
"Are you looking for death?"
A sinister and irritable voice suddenly rang out behind her, sending a chill down Xiao Jing's spine. She slowly turned her head, seeing that beautiful, almost bewitching face up close for the first time, and for some reason, it filled her with fear. Especially since he looked so angry.
Li Mengbai held the child in his hand, his gaze fixed on the person on the water.
His memory was truly strange; he had absolutely no recollection of this woman, yet he recognized her as her little niece. During the day, he had specifically come to find her and ask about the past, but that damned woman wouldn't give him a single answer. Unwilling to leave, he finally caught her here again.
But he still couldn't find her. Looking at the other ghostly figure on the water, Li Mengbai tightened his knuckles until they turned white, causing Xiao Jing to cry out in pain and struggle.
Li Mengbai loosened his grip slightly and hissed, "Behave yourself! Your aunt's opponent is very difficult to deal with; she doesn't have time to save you."
An inexplicable rage welled up inside Li Mengbai, who felt restless and agitated. He knew that man's strength all too well, and this woman would die at his hands.
Upon hearing Li Mengbai's words, Xiao Jing immediately became obedient, and at the same time became even more worried about her aunt, urging anxiously, "Then hurry up and help her! Aren't you very capable?"
Help her?
Li Mengbai's troubled mind was immediately jolted. He was asked to fight against that person. For her sake, what right did she have?
But soon, he lost the will to figure out his own thoughts.
Countless points of eerie blue appeared on the water's surface, illuminated by the sword light, like starlight shining through the water. But this seemingly beautiful scene concealed boundless killing intent. Li Mengbai quickly realized that the starlight was emanating from the Spirit-Subduing Wood.
Countless black logs were awakened from the water by some unseen force, rising neatly and straight to the surface. A ghostly blue light converged into an extremely powerful spiritual field, its eerie glow flickering and flowing, surrounding the black-clad female cultivator in the center. A fierce gale caused her hair and clothes to flutter wildly.
A cut appeared on her face from the flowing air, and blood flowed down her pale face.
Li Mengbai unconsciously clenched his fist.
Is she going to die?
Jia Qianyang directed the spirit-summoning wood in his hand, a gratified smile appearing on his face, "Thanks to this precious land, they have grown extremely well over the years."
The wooden staff in his hand shone brightly, causing all the spirit-summoning trees in the air to unleash their most brilliant spiritual light, pressing the frail figure in the night sky to its limit. In the silence, one could almost hear the sound of bones cracking; death and the annihilation of the soul seemed to be just a matter of moments.
The little girl beside him seemed to sense death approaching as well, frantically patting his arm, "Please, go save her! What's wrong with you? Why aren't you going? Please... help her..."
Li Mengbai didn't move, but stared intently at the person who had once been his fiancée.
He knew very well that it would be pointless for him to make a move at this moment, as no one could escape from such a powerful killing formation.
At most ten breaths later, she would be strangled in this killing array formed by countless spirit-summoning trees.
The commotion at the Jade Pool drew the attention of the cultivators and members of the Xuanji Pavilion who had not yet left the palace. However, they could only watch from afar; such a strange and powerful force was unprecedented and far beyond their ability to intervene.
After Ji Qiu'an saw the black-clad figure being suppressed, his mind went blank and he immediately drew his sword to rush forward.
Seeing this, Zhou Sidao sealed his sword sheath with one hand and decisively stopped him, "Nonsense!"
Ji Qiu'an was extremely anxious, half roaring and half pleading, "Untie her quickly! Uncle, I can't just watch like this! I finally found her!"
Seeing his usually sensible and well-behaved nephew suddenly display such intense emotions, Zhou Sidao was quite surprised. Just as Ji Qiu'an was about to head to the battlefield with the sword that could not be drawn, he had no choice but to knock the reckless boy unconscious. He sighed and said, "Wait a little longer. She said she would have a way."
But faced with such power, he didn't know what else he could do.
As Zhou Sidao watched the increasingly weak figure, he could only pray for a miracle in his heart.
Jiang Yuhuo felt countless gusts of wind passing through her body, and the blood in her veins was about to boil to the extreme. A huge drum was beating inside her body, each beat more violent than the last, almost resounding through the sky, making her hand holding the sword tremble slightly involuntarily.
That immense power, before it arrives, will first shock those who summon it.
Now, the time has come.
Jia Qianyang still wore an inscrutable smile. "I'm sorry to have kept you thinking about this for so many years. It must have been tough." He clenched his cane slightly. "Tonight, it will all be over."
He watched with a smile, waiting for her to die and vanish in the next moment.
But then, from within the array of dark blue light, the man suddenly raised his sword.
With two fingers pressed together on the sword, held a foot in front of him, the white rainbow sword light illuminated a pair of clear and sharp eyes, as well as a bright red cinnabar dot between his brows.
That was a very rare starting stance for a sword move.
Her lips moved slightly as she silently recited something.
Suddenly, everyone noticed that the calm, chilly night had begun to wind. As they searched for the direction of the wind, they saw the black-clad female cultivator, who had been tightly suppressed within the light array, raise her sword. The sword light crisscrossed, and wherever the sword touched, the eerie blue surrounding her dissipated. With the swing of that white rainbow, the wind in the cold night grew stronger and stronger.
The wind came from her sword.
The wind, carrying dry heat and with no fixed direction, all came from the tip of that one man's sword.
What kind of power is that...?
The void was quietly stirred; even the power of heaven and earth was nothing more than this.
Jia Qianyang's expression suddenly changed, and he frantically urged the Spirit-Subduing Wood in his hand, but the power of the Spirit-Subduing Wood seemed to be suppressed by something.
In the darkness, Bai Hong's sword was instantly engulfed in flames. The clang of the sword spread with the swirling wind, and along with it, the sword incantation uttered by the female cultivator reached everyone's ears, a trembling sound that was almost uttered through gritted teeth.
"Sword drawn, cleaving the territories!"
With a single sound, all sounds vanished in an instant.
All that's left is the visual.
Then everyone saw the sword that slashed horizontally, and in an instant, it burst forth with light. All the black wood surrounding the female cultivator turned into dust, the killing formation shattered, and the soul shadow outside the formation was split in two. The female cultivator in black turned around, picked up her sword, and slowly walked towards the soul shadow.
Swords are drawn to conquer new territories...
That's...that's the Ninth Sword!
The Kunlun cultivators in the crowd cried out in their hearts, their eyes and mouths wide open in vain, unable to utter a single word.
In the cold night, the first sound to reappear was a tremendous roar, as if something in the world was shattering and breaking apart...
"You're very weak, aren't you? I burned one part of your soul, and now I've severed another. How long can your clone hold out?"
Jiang Yuhuo gazed silently ahead as Jia Qianyang's severed soul struggled to reunite. But what was cleaved by "Riding Yin and Yang," even a soul, could never be mended.
Jia Qianyang stared at the person who emerged from the flames, his voice weak as if sighing, "I really didn't expect that even after stripping you of your Feathered Spirit Vein, you could still have made it this far." A faint smile appeared on the soul's lips, "But you also know that I still have an avatar. You can't completely kill me. At most, you can only seal my soul by piercing my acupoints with your sword."
"Really?" Jiang Yuhuo looked up at what was behind him and said calmly, "If you had looked back, you wouldn't have said such a thing."
A chilling sensation that seemed to permeate his soul swept over him from behind. Jia Qianyang turned around abruptly, his eyes nearly overflowing with shock.
A crack appeared in the void between heaven and earth, revealing a dark swamp and a crimson moon—another world, the Netherworld, belonging only to souls.
With just one glance, Jia Qianyang felt a fatal attraction, drawing him into the River of Oblivion.
"You long to go back, don't you? I've opened the door to your final resting place; I'll see you off on your final journey."
A hint of panic finally flashed across Jia Qianyang's face. He knew very well that no matter where his clone was, as long as he stepped into the Netherworld, all the souls would voluntarily leave their bodies to reunite with this one.
This is the Netherworld, the Netherworld that souls are supposed to go to according to the rules of Heaven. Once they go there, they will stay there forever, forever separated from the human world.
Jiang Yuhu used the tip of her sword to string the two pieces of soul together. Yu Feng carefully approached the gap. She couldn't get too close, because only souls could enter the Netherworld. If a living person touched it, their body would be dissolved.
At this moment, Jia Qianyang suddenly shook his head and laughed, "You think destroying everything I have will end it? Ha, not so easy." He looked at her with a deep, unfathomable smile, "Thanks to you, all four seals have been unlocked..."
Jiang Yuhuo asked, "What four seals?"
Jia Qianyang smiled but remained silent, gazing quietly at the void behind her. Countless wispy white things, like snowflakes, flashed across his dim eyes.
He looked behind her and said wistfully, "An old friend has come..."
Jiang Yuhuo took it as a trick and resolutely pushed him into the crevice.
Suddenly, a pale, white soul floated past her eyes. The tiny spirit darted away, seemingly eager to escape to the underworld. But even in that fleeting glimpse, Jiang Yuhuo recognized it.
That's Liu Chong'er, Liu Chong'er from Liyue Village.
Lost in the mine, she and a group of friends found Liuchong'er.
She watched the soul pass through the crack between heaven and earth, the tip of her sword trembling uncontrollably. Before stepping into the River of Oblivion, the soul finally seemed to remember something, stopped, turned around, and smiled, waving to the void behind her.
Jiang Yuhuo could no longer hold back and turned around.
In the pitch-black night sky, countless ethereal white spirits suddenly crashed into her eyes.
Drifting and swaying, it came towards her direction.
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