Zong Mingyan furrowed his brow quickly.

  Those halos look very fragile, like bubbles, and they break at a touch. But there are so many of them!

  His own sword intent had unknowingly been worn away by half, its sharpness greatly diminished, yet the light ring in the sky showed no signs of decreasing.

  And... he didn't find Zuo Mo!

  His eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was no sign of Mo. He knew that in the symbol array, what his eyes saw couldn't be trusted, yet his divine sense swept around him, only to encounter strange interference that made it impossible for him to make a judgment.

  Everything under Lemo's brush is extraordinary.

  However, Zong Mingyan was not flustered. Others saw him as fierce and thought he couldn't wait to find Zuo Mo and defeat him. But that wasn't the case at all. He actually enjoyed fighting and the thrill of a challenge. The more formidable Zuo Mo was, the higher his morale rose.

  He intends to destroy the entire Zuo Mo symbol array!

  Is there anything more satisfying than pulling out the opponent's strongest reliance by the roots? This idea made Zong Mingyan's blood boil with excitement!

  When the "Tian Huan Yue Ming Zhen" was activated, its momentum was really too frightening. Not to mention the audience on the east side, even the other cultivators in Songtao Pavilion were shocked by its sudden burst of dazzling light!

  Cautious cultivators, although curious in their hearts, still did not dare to rush around randomly and honestly stayed in place. However, for those powerful cultivators, they rushed to the place where the light was shining without hesitation.

  Her speed was pushed to the limit, and in order to prevent other cultivators from ambushing her along the way, she couldn't care about anything else, with all her spiritual energy surging. The black obsidian sword under her feet released a strong magnetic force, and her entire body was shrouded in a twisted light shadow that couldn't be seen clearly. Unlike other flying swords whizzing by, the black obsidian sword flew more like it was sliding. However, due to its extreme speed, it tore through the air with a terrifying screech, and she rushed straight towards the dazzling light without any concealment.

  That timid guy who always eats soft rice actually didn't release a paper crane!

  Flying in the air, who knows how many frowns have been wrinkled.

  She particularly disliked Zuo Mo's behavior. People who knew they were not capable but still liked to show off were the most likely to be disliked by their peers. Although Su had never considered Zuo Mo as her peer, she needed Zuo Mo's help in forging flying swords, which meant she couldn't ignore the threats Zuo Mo received.

  If Luo Mo didn't enter the top ten, then no matter how high a ranking she got, it would be of no use.

  She hates it when others make things harder for her to do!

  Just this once!

  After this incident, she never wanted to see this unpleasant guy again.

  She suddenly thought of what Lin Qian Shixiong had said to her and felt inexplicably annoyed in her heart.

  He still walked casually, but the light released by Tian Huan Yue Ming Zhen was dazzling and far exceeded the brightness of any sword.

  "He's quite an interesting guy." He muttered to himself, then suddenly rose into the air, carrying a piece of blood light with him, and disappeared.

  A figure on a mountain slope suddenly disappeared, only to reappear not far away. It then vanished again and reappeared even farther away. Due to the speed being too fast, its previous afterimage hadn't yet disappeared when it appeared in front once more.

  Wherever he went, a string of intermittent and disconnected silhouettes were left behind, with an inexplicable sense of eeriness.

  Guī Fēng used his Guǐ Dùn to hurry along, and in the blink of an eye, he was already far away, his speed not much slower than that of a flying sword.

  Just in that direction...

  Along the way, the repairers who were secretly tongue-tied stretched their necks and looked in the direction where the ghost wind disappeared.

  It was just now in that vast expanse of glittering light!

  Luo Li originally wanted to be a hunter waiting by the tree stump for rabbits, but the sudden flash of light in the sky startled him slightly.

  This scene...

  It's absolutely not something that can be made up by some swordsmen, in fact, someone who can create "I Depart" must have no problem with their IQ at all, and they will soon know what it is!

  Symbols! Only symbols!

  He was suddenly speechless. Among all the cultivators who participated in the last sword trial, only one person would lose face as a sword cultivator and mess with talismans, and that was Zuo Mo.

  "What an unpleasant person." Luo Li muttered to himself, somewhat helplessly, picked up the flying sword and stood up. He had spent more time with the sect leader and several elder seniors, and was also more aware of their thoughts.

  Or you can just kick him out of the competition... so he won't lose face...

  He couldn't be certain about the master, but he believed that the other few uncles and aunts would definitely not oppose it.

  Actually, Luo was more curious in his heart.

  The duel with Zuo Mo was the most important turning point in his life. At first, he still had some resentment and hatred, but gradually, Luo Li's constant introspection made his hatred for Zuo Mo disappear without a trace. If it weren't for Zuo Mo, he might still be living a muddled life like before.

  That's really terrible...

  But thanks to Zuo Mo's idea, he wouldn't have it anyway.

  He was naturally curious, and when Zuo Mo fought against his opponent, the difference in their cultivation was huge, but in the end, Zuo Mo emerged victorious. In this Sword Testing Assembly, Zuo Mo's match had been one he had watched before, and the gap in cultivation between Zuo Mo and his opponent had been even greater, yet Zuo Mo still won again. Zuo Mo's series of dazzling moves opened his eyes wide, but also made him feel a little regretful.

  He really couldn't understand why someone with such great sword-repairing talent wouldn't focus on repairing swords, but instead went to learn all sorts of miscellaneous things.

  During the time he spent creating "I Depart", his understanding and comprehension of swords became much deeper than before, and his vision and insight naturally became stronger. At a glance, he saw that although Zuo Mo's various methods were endless and astonishing, they would be even more obstructive to his future sword cultivation.

  Mixed, is the biggest taboo of sword repair.

  But Luo Li was still curious! Although he shook his head in his heart, he was still curious about what methods and means Zuo Mo would use. This guy was cunning and had countless tricks up his sleeve, and being a sinister person, he wouldn't just stop at one sneak attack if he could do it twice.

  Moreover, this round of trial by combat will gather many masters, and the gap between Zuo Mo and them will become even more pronounced. He doesn't know much about Zuo Mo, but he always feels that Zuo Mo isn't the kind of person who would quietly surrender, if he doesn't stir up some trouble, it's estimated that he won't admit defeat.

  Won't sit and wait for death, many clever ideas, and a bit of real ability...

  What kind of freak is this, how can it not give people a little bit of expectation?

  "It's better to join in the excitement." Luo Li muttered to himself, stepped onto his flying sword and left the valley.

  Chang Heng was the first to appear outside of the Eight Trigrams Formation, followed closely by Suo and Gui Feng who almost appeared at the same time.

  The appearance of the three masters made the cultivator, who was originally hiding in the dark to spy, suddenly frightened and almost jumped out. None of these three were easy to mess with. Luo Li soon appeared not far away, facing the three masters, he was quite calm. Without saying a word, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his flying sword floating upright in front of him.

  "Huh." Chang Heng turned his head in surprise towards Luo Li.

  Su He and Gui Feng also turned their faces towards Luo Li at the same time.

  In their perception, Luo Li, who was sitting there, seemed to disappear little by little, but they could clearly see him sitting there, without moving at all.

  The three of them were slightly shocked in their hearts, as it seemed that every single disciple of the Empty Sword Sect had some tricks up their sleeves.

  "Enough!" Nan Meng Yang shouted, taking a step back. Whoever it was, seeing the large crowd surrounding them and each one's strength not weaker than their own, would definitely not want to exhaust all their power first.

  Yu Bai didn't say another word and also took a step back at the same time.

  He didn't want to fight anymore either. With so many masters around, if any one of them were to suddenly launch a sneak attack, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

  However, it was clear that the attention of this group of people was not on these two individuals, but rather on that formation.

  The two of them exchanged a glance and simultaneously cast their eyes on the symbol array, deciding to watch the excitement.

  Before long, the onlookers increased by one more, who was none other than the yellow-faced man that Chang Heng had met before. Occasionally, some cultivators would fall outside the formation, but to dare to come and join in the commotion at this time, they were all extremely confident in their own abilities.

  Up to now, except for Wei Cheng and Gu Yongping who are fighting fiercely on the main peak, almost all the masters have gathered here.

  Such a strange and unparalleled scene, either the cultivators who came to watch the competition were stunned, or those who floated east to watch the mirage were also dumbfounded.

  What's going on here?

  Everything in front of me, from any angle, exudes an extremely eerie atmosphere.

  That array of characters with a moon hanging from it is surrounded by a circle of people.

  They are all masters... Looking at the top ten of various strength rankings, almost all of them are here, as if it's a gathering of masters. Those who are not strong enough don't even dare to come and say hello!

  The battle between Gu Yongping and Wei Sheng, which was originally the most attention-grabbing, was quickly abandoned by everyone, and all eyes were cast towards Zuo Mo's location.

  How outrageous!

  Too ridiculous!

  If it weren't for the fact that these masters came from different schools and places, with some backgrounds even more profound than those of the Dongfeng Hall, they would have suspected that someone was secretly manipulating the trial. But now, their movements were extremely uniform, each stretching their necks as long as possible, desperately looking at the symbol array in the mirage.

  It's as if a beauty is hidden in the symbol array, or perhaps...

  Pei Yuuran and the other three were dumbfounded, while behind them, a group of Wu Kong Jian Men disciples stood like wooden chickens.

  "What...what is this?" Yan Le stuttered.

  Pei Yuannan's mouth was trembling, but he didn't know what to say. He stared blankly at the ground below, unable to utter a word for half a day. Xinyin, who had always been taciturn and reserved, now had his mouth agape, his eyes bulging out as if they might drop to the ground at any moment. Shi Fengrong covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock, completely unaware of how stiff she looked in this pose.

  "They... want to watch a play?" Yan Le said hesitantly: "For the sake of watching a play... they won't fight anymore..."

  Pei Yuuran only felt a mouthful of blood surging up his throat, and before he knew it, everything went black. When he lifted his head again, his face had turned beet red!

  Heavens! The ancestors are upon us! Forgive your disciple!

  If he had only regretted letting Zuo Mo participate in the last round of the Sword Test Conference before, now he was so angry that he wanted to smash his head against the wall and die!

  Yan Le's words kept echoing in his mind.

  In order to watch the show... they... none of them fought anymore...