653 No Match for Him on Green Mountain (1/2)

Nobody expected that Zhao Layue would use the Thoughtless Sword as the bet.

As for whom she bet on to win, the answer was so obvious that the crowd had no need to think about it.

Next, Yuan Qü and Ping Yongjia walked over.

Yuan Qü laid down the nameless and strange gray sword. Ping Yongjia checked his body for a while and took out a pie embarrassingly, which was given to him by the Drifter.

Zhuo Rusui coughed twice and took out a golden leaf after pretending to check all of his pockets.

His was a very minimal bet, which was even less valuable than Ping Yongjia's pie.

The gentle wind kept on blowing on the top of Tianguang Peak, and the footsteps were heard constantly. Led by Zhao Layue, more and more people put down their bets.

The elders of various peaks were prudent and didn't make the wager. Though Nan Wang had made the suggestion, a majority of the participants in the gambling game were the disciples of the third generation.

Unexpectedly, all the bets were wagered on Jing Jiu; nobody favored Fang Jingtian.

The elders of Xilai Peak remained silent. Even if they wanted to save some face for their peak master, they didn't have any treasure that could match the value of the Thoughtless Sword, a sword in the Fairy State.

Seeing the swords, a pie and a golden leaf to the left side of Nan Wang and nothing to her right side, the Immortal Guangyuan couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Even though Jing Jiu had broken through the Heavenly Arrival State in Zhaoge City, he had only done it a short time ago; how could he be a match for Fang Jingtian, who was a swordsman in the middle of the Heavenly Arrival State?

The reason for their bets was quite simple.

The Immortal Jing Yang had never lost in fights.

Jing Jiu had never lost either.

Jing Jiu had gotten involved in many fights in the last one hundred and fifty years.

He fought Gu Qing at the Inherited Sword Competition, Ma Hua and Gu Han at the Sword Trial, the young practitioners of the Cultivation circle at the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting and at the Dao Competition, and those battles against those powerful swordsmen later on.

In the beginning of these fights, most people didn't think he had a chance of defeating his opponents; but he had won all of the fights.

He was known to have no match in the same Cultivation state in the Cultivation circle.

Considering he was the reincarnation of the Immortal Jing Yang, people believed that he was undefeatable.

As long as Jing Jiu participated in a fight nowadays, nobody would think his opponent had a chance, even if his opponent was Fang Jingtian that day.

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The fight between Fang Jingtian and the Immortal Guangyuan in contending for the title of sect master was friendly and gracious, devoid of vicious smoke and fire; it was over in a short time. That was because they didn't fight for life and death. All they wanted was to determine the difference in their Cultivation state. However, the fight in the hermit peaks between the two in the Heavenly Arrival State was a matter of life and death. Even if their Cultivation states were different and their strengths were not the same, which one of them would be willing to admit defeat?

Nan Wang was right; it was unclear how long the fight would last.

The people looked in the direction of the hermit peaks while standing on the top of Tianguang Peak. They felt very anxious even though they couldn't see anything.

The stone monument gave off frequent thuds, sounding like a battle drum being struck, and the dust kept on falling off from it, making everyone feel uneasy.

Dusk arrived, and later night fell with bright starlight, shining on the peaks and the clouds like flowing water.

Nobody spoke on the peak top. Gradually, some of them pulled back their gazes and looked at the scenes around them or their own hands; it seemed that they were pondering something.

Zhao Layue lifted up her head and looked at the stars. She noticed that the stars had suddenly grown dimmer for a fleeting moment. She spun her head around reflexively to look at the stone monument.

It was unclear when the Round Turtle had opened his eyes. A corner of his mouth was holding a piece of starlight, and it looked like he was swallowing the starlight slowly.

After he had finished swallowing the starlight, the Round Turtle turned his head slowly to look in the direction of the hermit peaks. A hint of irritation and resentment appeared in his aged and composed eyes.

Maybe he felt frustrated that those two were going to deplete the resources of Green Mountain.

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The starry night sky was more beautiful in the hermit peaks.

The stars were not twinkling; it seemed as if they were to hang quietly in the night sky permanently.

Countless marks appeared in the night sky, some of them appearing to be bent, some straight. The marks seemed to be carved deeply into the sky, but had no sign of rupturing.

The sword lights were even brighter than the starlight. The sword lights traveled and shuttled relentlessly under the dark night sky, bumping into each other and dodged each other. Sometimes the sparks exploded when two sword lights collided with each other, and sometimes they brushed past one another. They acted like two relentless and ignorant shooting stars trying to destroy each other.

This was an amazing scene, but it also made the onlookers feel dizzy. There was no opportunity for anyone in the real world to observe such a scene, so it couldn't be drawn by a painter.

Ada blinked his eyes, and those wonderful and amazing sword lights and marks were all sliced into pieces in his eyes; but soon, they appeared in his peculiar cat eyes again.

He couldn't enjoy watching such a wonderful scene; he was merely a cold-hearted and indifferent observer.

The sword lights that shot out like the growing plum branch were so formidable and ferocious that they could easily match his sweeping paw at full strength.