The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 160

(I want to change the name of Guo Dong to winter, because I think the name is more beautiful and more in line with her...)

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The man in black looked slightly different.

He didn't expect Zhao Layue to become the day after tomorrow's sword body!

At this moment, he understood Zhao Layue's idea.

When she walked into the Taoist temple and found that there was a problem, she immediately summoned the Fu Si sword and used that strange sword move to protect herself, which was a sign of weakness.

When her sword yuan was difficult to support, she took the initiative to cut off the contact with Forsyth sword and let it escape for warning or weakness.

At the most critical moment, she used her hands to show her sword's true power.

Even if she can't hurt herself unexpectedly, she can buy more time.

As long as she can hold on for a longer period of time, she may wait until her classmates come to help.

"It's worthy of Zhao Layue, who is naturally good at fighting. Unfortunately, there's not enough time. You still have to die."

The sight of the man in black fell on her face through his bloody fists, becoming colder and colder.

He thought he had paid enough attention to this matter, but he underestimated each other.

Now it seems that he can no longer make any reservations, even if he may leave clues afterwards, causing a lot of trouble.

Countless rays of light spilled from the fingers of his fist.

The light is white and soft. It is the purest treasure light.

Who knows what magic weapon he holds in his hand?

Hiss!

Dozens of holes appeared in Zhao Layue's clothes, and a hole also appeared on her left eyebrow, overflowing blood.

She has been practicing on Yunxing peak for many years with her sword. Her body and heart are tenacious, far exceeding the cultivation talents of her age.

But at this time, she was facing the frontal bombardment of magic weapons.

Her will is still firm, and her physical strength is limited after all.

A sword suddenly came from the distant sky.

A fierce and domineering breath approached the valley at an unimaginable speed.

It is very likely that he is a strong practitioner who breaks the sea.

The man in black knows who is coming, but he is not worried. Three days ago, he and his associates conducted many rehearsals of today's war situation and confirmed that even if Zhao Layue had spare time to support several interest rates after the summons of the sword letter, it could not change the final result.

The distance between Xishanju and Mingcui Valley is not too far, nor can it be reached in an instant.

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Outside the Taoist temple, a piano sound suddenly sounded.

The piano sound is not very loud, but it is very clear.

The Taoist temple is collapsing. The bricks and stones fall on the ground and make a great sound, but they can't cover the piano sound.

A ethereal smell appeared.

The man in black was shocked because he felt very clearly that the breath was outside the Taoist temple.

Why would anyone come near? Mingcui Valley is so remote that there are no tourists. How can a monk suddenly appear?

Unless someone knows in advance that he will set up a game here, the question is who will know?

In a very short time, the man in black calculated the result and made a decision.

If he wants to kill Zhao Layue and the monk outside the Taoist temple at the same time, it will take some time. The strongman of qingshanzong will arrive at the scene.

As a strong monk, he never lacks decisive wisdom and courage. In the face of such a great opportunity, he still doesn't hesitate to give up.

With the falling bricks, stones and sand, his figure gradually disappeared. He just looked at Zhao Layue who was covered with blood before disappearing.

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The sound of the piano disappeared and a girl appeared outside the ruins of the Taoist temple.

The man in black had disappeared. She looked at the green and ordinary mountain face, and there was no emotion on her ordinary face.

She didn't expect that the other party's evasion was so powerful, and she wasn't completely her after all, so she didn't choose to pursue, but stayed.

In late spring, the girl was still wearing a thick cloth jacket, which seemed strange.

She waved her sleeves, and the bricks and stones in the ruins rolled apart to expose the ground.

Zhao Layue sat in the corner, ragged, bloodstained and unkempt, looking very embarrassed.

Her expression was very calm. She looked at the girl in cloth and didn't speak.

Today, she just went to the other party's appointment to fall into this situation and was almost killed.

The girl in thick cloth is Guo Dong, the descendant of Shuiyue nunnery.

Guo Dong walked through the bricks and stones on the ground, stood in front of Zhao Layue, helped her stop bleeding under the guidance of space counting, and said, "you are more stupid than I thought."

Zhao Layue said: "because I want to come, it's natural for us to meet, so I don't think too much."

Guo Dong said, "why?"

Zhao La Yue said, "you are a disciple of Lian March. I am a disciple of Jingyang immortal. Naturally, I want to meet."

Guo Dong felt the remnants of sword intention in the ruins and said after a moment of silence, "yes, he actually left this sword technique to you, which shows that he really regards you as a real disciple, so I really should see you."