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His state was still too low; if he hadnât seen it with absolute precision, he could have been in trouble.
Jing Jiu stared at the fire line and hacked his sword downward.
Bang!!!
His sword again hit the fire line precisely at the front end.
The sparks of fire spread everywhere as Gu Qingâs sword was knocked away, falling diagonally into the stream water, just as it had before.
The stream water turned into white steam as hissing was heard.
Looking at the sword in his hand, Jing Jiu thought it was a really good sword, wide and thick, and solid enough for him to handle.
However, he didnât plan to give his opponent too much of a chance to wield the sword again, stepping on the rocks to walk over toward Gu Qing.
The shocking events rendered the audience speechless.
If Gu Qing underestimated his opponent last time and didnât try his best, then what about this time?
This time, Gu Qing didnât use the common sword style found in the Scripture of Swords, but the true sword style of Shiyue Peak, with the power of thunderous fire; why did he still end up defeated?
âHow could it be possible,â murmured Gu Qing with a pale face while watching Jing Jiu walk over.
By the stream, Xue Yongâe thought finally it was not him who said so.
Yet, the final outcome was still unclear, and the sword fight would keep going. Gu Qing calmed down using tremendous willpower, calling back his flying sword and flinging it toward Jing Jiu again.
Wham!!!
Not surprisingly, his flying sword was hit heavily, falling again into the stream.
Gu Qing shouted loudly, using up all the Sword Source inside his body, calling back his flying sword and mounting the last furious attack.
Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows.
Seeing this, Zhao Layue knew he was getting bored now.
Now he put his left hand on the hilt as well, holding the sword in a two-handed grip.
Dong!!!
It sounded like the broken bell behind the mountain of Fruit Formation Temple being pounded.
Gu Qingâs sword flew up skyward, losing control, somersaulting nonstop, releasing a weeping sound that resembled someone crying.
At last, the sword drew a curved line and became a black dot, landing in the jungle, over a mile away.
Countless shocked eyes followed the falling sword to the jungle.
Some dark shadows were moving around in the forest, the dust rose up, and the excited yells of monkeys could be heard over there.
Jing Jiu walked in front of Gu Qing.
The distance between them was no longer fifty feet; it was now only three.
Jing Jiu was holding his own sword.
Gu Qingâs sword was somewhere far away.
The scene was embarrassing.
Was the winner declared?
Jing Jiu didnât say the statement âThanks for letting me win.â
Of course, Gu Qing couldnât say the words âI lostâ on his own.
âTurn around,â Jing Jiu said to him.
At the moment Gu Qing was quite confused and disoriented, he subconsciously complied with his command and turned around.
Thwack!!! Thwack!!! Thwack!!!
Jing Jiu hit Guâs back three times with his sword, and pulled it back.
He didnât look up at a certain spot in the cliffs while doing it.
âEnough!â
âDo you want to humiliate Liangwang Peak?!!!â yelled Gu Han loudly with a great deal of anger from the cliffs above.
Jing Jiu turned around, ready to leave, and gazed up at the cliffs after hearing the denouncement.
He stared at Gu Han first, and then at Guo Nanshan.
He then turned around, hitting Gu Qingâs back one more time with his sword.
âThank you for letting me win.â
Those who knew about the squabble between them guessed the reason Jing Jiu hit Gu Qing was for the benefit of Liangwang Peak, but Jing Jiu didnât make it so apparent.
This time Gu Han had made himself heard, so hitting Gu Qing again before leaving was an intention for Jing Jiu to challenge Liangwang Peak.
Yes, Iâve done this for you to witness; what can you do about it?
The expression on Gu Hanâs face turned a dark green.
Ma Hua narrowed his eyes, feeling nauseous.
Only Guo Nanshan remained calm, wondering about something that no one could guess.
âHow did you do it?â
Jing Jiu looked in the direction of the voice and found it was Gu Qing speaking.
Gu Qingâs eyes didnât show resentment, merely frustration, though more than anything else, bewilderment.
He couldnât figure out how Jing Jiu, possessing only the State of Perfect Preservation, defeated him, a man with the State of Inherited Will?
No matter how gifted and hardworking he was, he actually was still a young man; if he couldnât shake this negativity, his Sword Heart would suffer for it.
Jing Jiu thought about how to explain.
âYour sword was not fast enough, so I could see it clearly.â He continued, âMy sword was faster.â
Gu Qing was still confused.
âThe way of the sword requires two key aspects: speed and power. The rest are not so important. Well, yes, the sword is also important; one does need a good sword.â
Jing Jiu said, âYour sword is pretty good, better than mine; so I didnât attack your sword blade against blade, merely using the body of my sword to hack at yours.â
Gu Qing thought about the fighting scenario, realizing that it was true.
The word âhitâ or the word âhackâ both described the sword method that Jing Jiu employed; they seemed to be crude, even unsightly, but they were in fact the precise way to control a sword.
âAnything else?â
âNo more.â
âThat simple?â
The puzzled expression on Gu Qingâs face still hadnât completely disappeared.
âA sword is a simple thing; it isnât anything else but a sword.â
Jing Jiu said while looking at him, âIt is a sword when it flies in the sky; and it is still a sword when it is in your hand. Do you understand?â
Pondering, Gu Qing bowed seriously and returned to the bank of the stream.
Looking at the cliffs, Jing Jiu raised his right index finger, waving sideways a few times.
This was a sign meant for the monkeys, asking them to stop fooling around and bring back the young manâs sword.
However, many thought Jing Jiu was waving his finger toward the people of Liangwang Peak.
Many disciples knew Brother Gu Han of Liangwang Peak disliked Jing Jiu from the very beginning and attempted to humiliate him, but he was stopped by Senior Master Mei Li and Master Lin Wuzhi.
To them, Jing Jiuâs behavior today was meant as a protest against Liangwang Peak, a literal slap in Gu Hanâs face.
In the clouds, Lin Wuzhi glanced at Liu Shisui, who was standing by his side, and said with a smile, âHe did it to avenge you!â
He knew Jing Jiuâs temperament, which disliked trouble.
After winning the sword fight, why would he go the extra mile and hit Gu Qing on his back three times with his sword?
This wasnât humiliation; it was payback.
A year ago Jing Jiu had just arrived at the inner sect, meeting Liu Shisui at the foot of Sword Peak.
Liu Shisui was so happy to see Jing Jiu as he ran toward him. Gu Han wasnât so happy though, using the rules of Liangwang Peak to hit Liu a dozen times.
Later, Liu was beaten two more times because he visited Jing Jiu secretly.
It had been awhile since these things happened.
Jing Jiu hadnât said anything.
But in truth, he hadnât forgotten.
Looking at the figure by the stream, Liu Shisui appeared emotionless, very solemn.
Ha ha!!!
Liu Shisui suddenly laughed out loud.
Liu Shisui quickly regained his composure, his expression returning to a casual one.
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Looking at Jing Jiu on the rock in the stream, people were speechless, utterly shocked.
The visiting guests of various sects came to the cliffâs edge, looking down at the scene below, their low voices in deep discussion.
Both the young girls of Water-Moon Nunnery and the smileless guest of the Windy Broadsword Sect were all shocked and amazed by the sword fight earlier.
Jing Jiu didnât show a higher state, but how could he defeat Gu Qing? What sword style did you use?