The Word of Heaven

Chapter 330 No More

boom!
A sound, neither loud nor soft.

Pei Jinge's right elbow landed firmly on Gu Zhuo's left shoulder, and all the tremendous true energy in his body poured out without any reservation.

At the same time, the blade in her left hand had already drawn an arc, and was about to connect flesh and blood.

However, until this time, Gu Zhuo still could not retract his palms and used the Cloud-Splitting Hand to imprison the long sword.

Every aspect of this battle from the beginning to now was undoubtedly under Pei Jinge's control, and was proceeding almost perfectly according to her prior deductions.

Whether it was tearing the mist apart with millions of sword lights, or marching forward and deploying the Dojo to suppress, limiting the connection between Gu Zhuo and the world to the greatest extent, and even shortening the distance to just a few feet at this moment... these were the methods she came up with after careful consideration on how to defeat Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo had no time to retreat.

His eyes were no longer indifferent, but suddenly became as calm as the water in a deep pool.

Pei Jinge's hand knife slashed upwards from the bottom, slashing his abdomen. His clothes seemed to be slightly dented but not damaged. The knife's intent had already penetrated his skin, penetrated into his bones and marrow, and then there was not even a slight sound, and it ended without any harm.

She clearly felt the sword intent pouring out like flowing water, but it was swallowed up by the cold pool hidden in Gu Zhuo's eyes, and not even the slightest splash of water could appear.

What kind of Taoism is this?
Pei Jinge didn't know, but there was no fear in her eyes, nor any intention of stopping.

A clear whistle burst out from her lips!

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

The rain has not come again, and the breeze is still in the distant mountains.

The remaining mist seemed to be there and not there.

It's like a very casual stroke in a landscape painting.

The next moment, Pei Jinge and Gu Zhuo were the center.

Everywhere you look, everything is surging in the most violent manner.

The wind brought rain and blood mist rose.

An invisible vortex suddenly appeared between heaven and earth!

The cold pool hidden in Gu Zhuo's eyes began to surge violently. Endless sword lights used the connected line of sight between the two as a bridge and truly appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the soul, making the most direct collision.

The pool of water was torn apart by the knife light, exposing the rocks hidden in the deepest part.

The pale knife light fell like heavy rain.

Snap, snap, snap.

Gu Zhuo's face turned pale rapidly.

A stream of blood flowed from his lips, soaking his clothes.

At this moment, Pei Jinge let go for no reason and disappeared from the spot.

When she reappeared, she and Gu Zhuo were already dozens of feet apart, and her dress fluttered in the rain.

Separation is not the end.

Gu Zhuo knew this very well.

Pei Jinge stretched out his right hand, moved his mind, and clenched it.

boom!
The stone steps in front of Cihang Temple suddenly broke into countless pieces. When they were about to rush in all directions like a rainstorm, the invisible vortex actually appeared where Gu Zhuo was.

Immediately afterwards, everything within a radius of dozens of feet collapsed towards it, and no one was able to escape.

No matter wind, rain, or dust.

Even the gate with an extremely long history began to creak and tremble, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Gu Zhuo was in it, like a small boat encountering a storm in the deep ocean.

He felt the true energy in his body being constantly pulled. The rain and the strong wind turned into the sharpest blades, falling on every inch of his skin, leaving streaks of blood, which were then washed away in an instant.

His figure was so blurred that it was difficult to see, and it seemed that he would soon be swallowed by the whirlpool.

Pei Jinge didn't believe it.

Before the dust settled, she didn't allow herself to relax even for a moment.

His divine thoughts moved again, and the dark clouds over Cihang Temple stopped for a moment.

An extremely dazzling white light appeared in the sea of ​​clouds.

It also caught the eyes of the monks at the Cihang Golden Summit, bringing fear to them.

Pale thunder strikes the earth!

Its shape is crooked, like a knife!

There was a loud bang.

The waterfall-like lightning directly submerged the mountain gate of Cihang Temple, making it indistinguishable from a thunder pool, and all that could be seen was pale.

Until this moment, Gu Zhuo still couldn't come out.

Pei Jinge's face was slightly pale.

Even if she was suppressing her realm on her own and did not really experience a drop in realm, using so many powerful methods continuously in such a short period of time still brought a heavy burden to herself.

In the distance, the deacons of the Sky Patrol Department looked at the scene in front of the mountain gate of Cihang Temple with extremely complicated feelings.

In the Cihang Golden Summit Hall, flames were burning in the eyes of the monks who had suffered great humiliation today, and they were more determined to believe that Zen Buddhism must have a person who had reached the state of Immortality.

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The lightning gradually dissipated and the picture was no longer pale.

The wind blows and the rain disperses.

Half of the gate of Cihang Temple collapsed.

The stone steps on the mountain path were completely shattered, and it was no longer possible to recognize the appearance it had half a quarter of an hour ago. It looked like a mudslide.

Gu Zhuo was among them.

His feet were buried up to his ankles in gravel. Although his black clothes did not look damaged, the blood dripping from the sleeves showed that he was seriously injured.

Pei Jinge's long sword was now held in his hand, with a hint of luster on the blade, which should be thunder.

Gu Zhuo raised his head slightly, his eyes passing through the layers of rain curtains and falling on Pei Jinge.

Pei Jinge was also looking at him.

The reason for not fighting had nothing to do with friendship, but both of them needed a moment to breathe.

During the interval between rain curtains, they talked again.

"Are you prepared for the next step?"

"To be honest, in my initial deduction, you have already lost at this point."

"Since I said it at the beginning, this is not what you think now."

"I told you that I saw the battle between you and Eunuch Feng on the Dry Mountain."

Gu Zhuo nodded slightly, used the blade of a knife to push away the gravel, and sat down, somewhat casually.

To others, this looked like the scene after a battle.

Pei Jinge looked at him and suddenly took out a handkerchief and threw it over.

Gu Zhuo was very surprised. He took the handkerchief and wiped the blood off his palm.

The person asking the questions this time was Pei Jinge.

"How close was I to defeating you before?"

"You really want to know?"

"of course."

"You're still far from winning. If Zhexue was in my hands right now, you'd still be 50% short. If I let the Dawn and Dusk Bell ring, not only would you not have any chance of winning, you'd also owe me another 10%."

Gu Zhuo explained objectively, his tone very calm.

Pei Jinge's expression remained the same as before, not showing any anger, and he asked softly, "What if I don't suppress my realm?"

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I will die."

Pei Jinge asked: "One last question, what are my chances of winning now?"

Gu Zhuo said without thinking, "Almost 40%."

Pei Jinge was quiet for a while and said, "Go on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword suddenly broke free from Gu Zhuo's palm and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

She stopped talking, her wrist slightly lowered, the blade pointing directly at Gu Zhuo.

The sky is vaster than the sea.

However, at this moment in Gu Zhuo's eyes.

There is only Pei Jinge.

Whether it is the charming waistline-like outline of the green mountains in the distance or the endless transparent rain, they all seem like things from another world.

The same is true for Pei Jinge.

Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand.

The wind and rain in the sky condensed into his palm and formed a sword, which he held.

Pei Jinge retreated gracefully.

Until she became insignificant in Gu Zhuo's eyes.

then.

A blade of light started from Pei Jinge and instantly spread to Gu Zhuo's front, spanning thousands of feet and slashing down at an angle!

The seemingly extremely slender blade light contained unimaginable terrifying power. Wherever it passed, the sky and the earth formed visible wrinkles like a canvas being squeezed!
How powerful is this?
How domineering and unparalleled is this?
Gu Zhuo held his sword horizontally in front of him.

The blade flashed and slashed at the sword formed by wind and rain.

In just a moment, the Dao Sword showed signs of collapse.

Countless illusory lights and flames burst out from it, and during the short burning process, a rainbow was actually summoned!
What kind of knife is this?

Countless rainbows appeared and surrounded Gu Zhuo, making him feel as if he was in a sea of ​​flowers in spring.

His eyes clearly reflected the complex scene, and the emotions in his eyes became more vivid.

Then, Gu Zhuo moved.

Facing Pei Jinge's all-out attack, he went upstream and leaped into the sky.

Then, countless rainbows appeared in the world as he moved forward, and caught everyone's eyes.

Like a dream.

Gorgeous.

Just as this unprecedented rainbow was about to rise in the rain, the knife light quietly disappeared.

Instead of a truce, Pei Jinge swung his knife through the air and slashed towards Gu Zhuo.

The two figures met for a moment, then moved away.

There was a loud bang.

The sun's rays poured through the rain and onto the earth. People looked up at the sky in a daze, and what they saw was a disappearing sea of ​​clouds.

In the wind and rain, under the sun, two black shadows kept crossing, from one side to the other, and from this side to the other side.

The roar was as deafening as thunder, which refused to stop for a moment at the beginning and then suddenly became silent at some point.

However, in the eyes of the world, the battle is still going on, and Pei Jinge has not given up hope of defeating the Demon Lord.

The reason for the silence is that the space has been broken.

Those invisible gaps were like dust floating in the air, swallowing up all the sounds.

On the Cihang Golden Summit, the monks were struggling to trace the traces left by the confrontation between the two men, and some of them even had their Zen minds damaged.

The stone platform in front of the temple was dead silent. No one doubted the old abbot's decision to compromise with Gu Zhuo anymore, because they were sure that if the latter had not held back, the Cihang Temple would have been littered with corpses.

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, the residents have returned to their houses, not daring to look outside for fear of impending disaster.

Only the deacons of the Sky Patrol stood on the roof, looking up at the picture in the sky and praying for Pei Jinge.

Qi Tong's face was completely wet by the rain. He recalled his initial suspicion of Pei Jinge and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of shame.

On the mountain, below the mountain.

There is only silence in this world.

With great silence.

Until one moment, the two black shadows in the sky collided again.

The difference from before was that this time they did not separate.

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There was no chip on Pei Jin Ge's long sword, but it was already rusty.

It seemed as if in this moment of battle, dozens or even hundreds of years of time had been accumulated on the blade, eventually forming this indelible rust.

She turned a blind eye and quietly looked at the person in front of her through the blade that was no longer bright.

The Taoist sword in Gu Zhuo's hand did not appear to be damaged.

The sword comes from all things.

Who can destroy the world when we are in it?
"Let's decide the winner."

Pei Jinge's voice sounded tired.

The moment she finished speaking, she was released from the dojo again.

It was no longer the bloody red, nor was there any more sad and tragic scene of falling into the Asura Hell.

It's pure black and white.

With Pei Jinge as the center, everything within a thousand feet radius pales in comparison.

She held the sword in front of her, not knowing how to make the final cut.

"it is good."

Gu Zhuo also looked haggard.

This was the most difficult battle in his life so far, whether it was the time when he faced Yu Sheng in Cangshan Mountain, or the bloody battle with the leader of the Chiyin Sect in the wilderness, or even the murder of Si Zhu in Cangzhou City... none of them was as difficult as today.

In a sense, he today is the master of that day, calculated by Pei Jinge.

In the previous battle, Pei Jinge had proved that he could not be defeated by him using ordinary means.

Well, apart from the morning and evening bells, Gu Zhuo only has one choice left.

——The Tao dies and the Tao is born.

It is destroyed by the way of balance between heaven and earth, and is born with the highest and most wonderful way of Xuandu, combining the two into one with supernatural power.

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes for a moment and then picked up the sword again.

then.

The first ray of color appeared in the black and white world.

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The moment Pei Jinge saw that ray of color, countless past events came to his mind and appeared before his eyes.

It was not until this moment that she understood why Xi Lixuan was stunned at that moment.

All the past is the past she misses the most.

Before the sword is raised, it has already entered the heart and cut straight into the soul.

At this moment, Pei Jinge did something that no one expected.

She raised her hand, placed it on her shoulder, just a little away from her heart, and snapped her fingers without reservation.

A blood flower bloomed from her shoulder.

Pei Jinge's eyes suddenly became clear.

The sword is coming.

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In the eyes of the world, the world at this moment is extremely magnificent.

There is no black and white in this vast world.

It seems like after the end of the world, or before the creation of the world.

Then a speck of light bloomed in it, bringing the first ray of color.

Then, it was as if the gods were painting for the world.

A line containing thousands of different colors suddenly appeared in the black and white world starting from that point, shocking people's minds violently.

Gu Zhuo was right in front of that line.

This is the way of Tao extinction and Tao birth.

The great supernatural powers he has accumulated by returning to the path of cultivation in this life!
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The sword has arrived, what should we do?
Pei Jinge's eyes were no longer cold.

She swung her sword horizontally and met the sword's edge.

Countless lights and flames bloomed in front of him.

The world was no longer black and white, just like a ball of dye dropped into a water tank and was spreading rapidly.

Countless vital energies of heaven and earth surged in and gathered in front of Gu Zhuo's sword, endless.

Pei Jinge's dojo is being torn apart.

Blood began to flow from the corners of her lips.

In the battle against heaven and earth, Xi Lixuan had used all his tricks but was still defeated miserably. What could she do?
The answer seems to be no difference.

No one can defeat Gu Zhuo at the same level.

Pei Jinge did not accept this fact.

In the blazing light, she silently loosened one hand and stained the blood on her shoulder with her fingertips.

A brand new knife appeared in her right hand, with blood as its blade.

Gu Zhuo saw it very clearly.

Perceive more clearly.

The moment the blood knife appeared, it was already against his shoulder, then began to burn and move forward.

It was an extremely real and intense pain.

There was a bloody hole on Gu Zhuo's shoulder.

His expression did not change at all, as if he felt nothing. He held the sword and moved forward.

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Pei Jinge began to retreat.

Who can not retreat when facing Gu Zhuo's sword with a knife held in one hand?

But her retreat was sideways.

The long sword in front of Pei Jinge rubbed against the advancing sword in Gu Zhuo's hand, bursting into extremely dazzling fireworks.

The two were deeply involved.

Just as people on earth were about to exclaim in surprise, the light in the sky suddenly dimmed and began to converge.

Pei Jinge remembered it very clearly.

This is the last scene before Si Zhu died.

Gu Zhuo concentrated infinite light on the blade of the sword.

Draw the sword again.

Almost at the same time, Pei Jinge completely abandoned the long sword.

Blood gushed out from her shoulder again, like a stream in the dry season, gathering on her fingertips and becoming a new blade, slashing straight at Gu Zhuo.

There was no loud bang, no sudden thunder, no dazzling light and fire... The last blow of this battle was exceptionally quiet, and the only thing that could be seen was the distance between the two people that was constantly shortening.

I don’t know how long it took.

Everything calmed down.

Two people.

Four fingers.

In this world of black and white mixed with brilliant colors, we finally met.

After a while, Pei Jinge's left hand lost all strength and fell down dejectedly.

The blood from her heart had already burned out on her fingertips.

There was still a glimmer of light on the edge of Gu Zhuo's sword.

The outcome has been decided.

Pei Jinge suddenly coughed, and it was very painful.

Blood oozed out of the wound on her shoulder again, and she sighed and said, "What a scoundrel."

The words refer to the balance between heaven and earth.

In this battle, she was not defeated by the power, but by the inexhaustible true energy of Tiandiheng, and the blade was worn out.

Gu Zhuo is very tired.

"There will never be another person in this world who can defeat you like this."

He said to Pei Jinge: "Heaven and Earth Balance is a true miracle that even I cannot reproduce."

(End of this chapter)