The thin mist gradually thickened. Ordinary Green Mountain disciples could no longer see what was happening high in the sky, only vaguely make out that sword light climbing ever higher!
Suddenly, an extremely dense flurry of sword cries rang out high above. By the time they reached the ground, they were exceedingly faint, like a gentle spring rain.
Everyone thought Jian Ruyun had seen through Ping Yongjia's Sword Escape Technique and was launching an unending series of attacks against him.
Hearing those dense sword cries, everyone was astonished. To unleash so many strikes in such a short time-just how high had Jian Ruyun's cultivation reached?
The clouds and mist suddenly parted a little, revealing a passage. Ping Yongjia dropped from high above, landing right on the stone pillar where he had stood before.
He came down too hard for his legs to hold him steady. His left knee buckled, and he knelt, slamming heavily into the surface of the pillar.
Another crack rang out. More broken stones fell from the already damaged pillar, and it began to sway, very likely to collapse.
At this sight, the Green Mountain disciples cried out in alarm again.
Lei Yijing, Yao Songshan, and the others thought excitedly that he truly deserved to be Grandmaster Uncle's Closed-Door Disciple, surviving even that.
But where was Jian Ruyun? Why had he still not appeared? Ping Yongjia was clearly in no condition to fight again. He could win without killing his opponent-was he unwilling to settle for that?
While everyone was thinking about this, another passage opened in the clouds and mist, and a dark figure plummeted from high above!
Guo Nanshan's expression shifted slightly. "Save him!" he shouted.
Before he spoke, Shi Mingxuan, the elder of Cloud-Traveling Peak, had already flown off the high terrace, swept beneath