It was late at night and there was no one at the bottom of the peak, and the deacons at Yunxing Peak did not notice Jing Jiu's arrival.

On the array diagram showing the location of the sword plaque in the small building, you can only see Zhao Luyue’s sword plaque in the depths of the distant clouds and fog.

The sword tablet belonging to Jing Jiu was lying quietly in the corner of the cave.

Several apes kept jumping around the cliffs outside the cave.

Jing Jiu walked up to Jian Peak.

There are no trees in the sword peak, and the stones on the cliffs are full of stern sword intent. Apart from wild grass, it is difficult for other plants to survive here.

As for the wild beast, I couldn't see one. Looking around, it was deserted and dead.

For ordinary inner disciples, walking in Jian Peak is very difficult. Even those disciples who have successfully obtained the sword will still feel scared when they think of their feelings on Jian Peak. But for Jing Jiu, Jian Peak is like other places, and there is no special place.

He walked among the mountains as if he was walking on flat ground, and he couldn't say he was walking as fast as he could, but he was extremely fast.

No matter how steep the cliff he encountered, he would not climb with his hands, nor would he feel how he exerted his strength. In short, he walked up easily.

Soon, he came to the middle section of the sword peak and to the edge of the clouds.

If someone looks up from the bottom of the peak at this time, he will only see him as a black dot in the rocks.

The first time I climbed the Sword Peak, those who were able to reach the edge of the clouds were all very outstanding inner disciples.

It is even rare for disciples who can walk directly into the clouds.

Jing Jiu walked in.

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Clouds walk on the peaks, clouds are always walking.

Thick and humid clouds kept rolling, blocking all light and darkness.

There are more sword intents here and more remarkable. If you are an ordinary disciple, you will not be able to withstand the invasion of sword intent in just a few breaths.

These sword intents have no effect on Jing Jiu from the darkness. On the contrary, after coming to the clouds, he did not have to cover up his figure, and walked upward faster until he turned into a light smoke. He took dozens of feet in one step. His two ears were instigated by the wind, listening to the sounds between heaven and earth, ensuring that he would not encounter any obstacles.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jing Jiu stopped.

This place should be not far from the peak. Lin Wuzhi's judgment was correct. Before the immortal passing by, Mr. Mo from Yue Peak passed away, he was indeed inspired by Jing Jiu's words. He actually broke through the limit and reached such a high peak.

Jing Jiu quietly sensed that hundreds of sword intents with fewer surroundings had become smaller but more solemn, and judged that they should be at a higher level and jumped up.

Silently, his feet fell on the ground.

The dense clouds gradually dissipated.

Jing Jiu saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful, with white eyes as mercury and black eyes as if they were painted.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be shocked when he suddenly saw such a pair of eyes in the clouds at the top of the sword peak.

Correspondingly, the owner of those eyes should be shocked.

But Jing Jiu and the owner of those eyes are not ordinary people.

So there is no scream, only silence.

Only seeing each other's eyes means that their faces are very close.

"Sorry, I don't know anyone."

Jing Jiu said.

His breathing brought a breeze, stirring up a stream of black hair, floating across his eyes, like a willow branch passing through the water.

Jing Jiu took a step back and saw the other person's face.

That face is also very beautiful. Although it is not as good as his, it can also be said that his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.

But the girl's eyebrows are a little short, very dark, and her hair is very short, very short.

The girl's hair and face were a little dusty, and it looked very dirty, as if she hadn't washed it for a long time.

This is a cliff with a half-person-high hole in the wall.

The girl sat cross-legged inside, like a stone statue.

Jing Jiu remembered who she should be.

He practices sword intent on the sword peak for many years, and there is only one person in the Qingshan Sect.

Zhao twelfth lunar month.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Luyue asked.

Her voice sounded nice, as if the sword was ringing, and the tail sound was slightly raised, as if the sword was bent by Qiushui, and finally came back.

"Ying Jiu."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "I seem to have heard of you."

Jing Jiu said, "I have heard of you too."

Zhao Layue tilted her head and looked at his face, and suddenly said, "You are not as good-looking as the rumors."

"Maybe the rumors are too exaggerated."

Jing Jiu nodded to her, left the cliff and headed higher.

Zhao Layue ignored him and didn't think much about it. She closed her eyes and continued to feel the sword intent around her.

The intention is natural, so if you inherit and use it, then all things will be in their own way.

Her breathing moved with the sword's intent, gradually calming down and becoming extremely slow, until it was as if there was no interval.

Her heartbeat also slowed down, and it was difficult to hear the howling wind and the messy sword intent on the cliffs.

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Jing Jiu walked around a cliff on the western foot of Jian Peak.

He was still thinking about Zhao twelfth lunar month.

I don’t know if I have heard this name too much, but he feels it sounds familiar, and he seems to have heard it earlier.

And those black and white eyes, he always felt like he had seen them somewhere.

In everyone's eyes, Zhao Layue, who is highly valued by the sect and loved by the teachers, just waiting for the Chengjian Conference to shine brightly, has sharp eyes and high spirits.

But in Jing Jiu's eyes, her eyes were not simple, as if there was something hidden, and there was a hint of depression.

But that has nothing to do with him.

He looked around and confirmed that the sword he was looking for was here. His mind moved slightly and dispersed the sword consciousness.

In the hundreds of feet of his sword consciousness, and even further away, the swords hidden deep in the cliffs had a sense of induction.

The cliff rocks moved slightly, as if they were blown by the wind, and the gravel fell down.

Countless sword intents rushed to rise, but after contacting his sword consciousness, he instantly returned to the cliff peak and refused to come out again.

It's like a rabbit sensing danger.

If someone can see this scene, they will definitely find it very interesting.

But no one can see clearly the picture in the clouds of Jian Peak.

Unless you are in it.

On the cliff walls on the eastern foot of Jian Peak, Zhao Layue opened her eyes and felt the subtle changes in the sword intent between heaven and earth, thinking what happened?

On the other side far away.

Feeling the retreat and silence of the sword intent, Jing Jiu said: "Don't think you are not worthy of me."

After a moment of pause, he said again: "Of course, you really don't deserve me."

Finally, he said, "But I don't care."

The swords between the peaks remain silent.

"I won't just stay in the mountains like before."

Jing Jiu understood what they meant, thought for a while and said, "I'm going to go out for a look this time."

The sword intent suddenly arose, rushing to the forefront.

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Chapter completed!