Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1117: Another saint
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White Deer Academy, Sword Saint Cave Mansion.
Master Shangguan Ziyi sits in a small pavilion in the cloud, brewing a cup of fragrant tea, and the whole person is filled with a calm and tranquil atmosphere. Now she has broken through the bottleneck of the titled sword master, In the list of taboos, he has made a lot of achievements in kendo. It can be distinguished only from the temperament, and a pair of beautiful eyes feels indifferent.
"Master."
Lin Muzhao and I stood side by side in front of her.
"Not bad."
Master, like an unknown prophet, smiled and said: "I have received news that Xiaoxuan is ranked 200th on the holy list, and Mu Zhao is ranked 750th."
Lin Muzhaoqiao blushed: "Master, the disciple is incompetent, I was thrown so far by the junior."
Shangguan Ziyi chuckled lightly: "It's not that you are incompetent, but Xiaoxuan's genius and comprehension are too high. He is a great person among outstanding people. Even the arrogant people like Rang Sichenjue and Baili Mingjie have lost. It is reasonable that you and Qingyin are not as powerful as Xiaoxuan now."
Speaking, she nodded and said again: "Mu Zhao, you can practice with the master in the days before the ceremony begins. I will pass on the complete Tianfeng Ancient Sutra to you."
Lin Muzhao was overjoyed, her beautiful eyes were full of blooming brilliance: "Master, really?"
"Hmm."
Shangguan Ziyi's expression was soft, and he smiled: "Master has already penetrated part of the essence of Tianfeng Ancient Sutra, and can tell you his understanding. This will save you many detours. You need to remember. Although Xiaoxuan is enough to support Bailu Academy, he is a male disciple after all. The future academy will still be in charge of you, the White Deer Sage, and the superiority between you and your voiceless junior will continue to be compared."
"Yes, Master, I understand!"
"Xiaoxuan."
Shangguan Ziyi looked at me again and said: "The ancient Tianfeng scripture has soft rules and is not suitable for male cultivation. Therefore, the master will not teach you, and you do not need to practice Tianfeng with the way you are now. Fenggujing, it's better...you go to challenge the sword pavilion, sharpen your kendo in the sword pavilion, consolidate your foundation, maybe you can make new breakthroughs before the arrival of the upper bound, if possible, hit the middle position Sword Saint Realm."
"Disciples obey orders, please rest assured, Master!"
She chuckled: "Well, I have never worried about your practice. Don't worry."
"Yes!"
Lin Muzhao and I looked at each other: "Sister, come on."
"Brother, you too."
Lin Muzhao's beautiful eyes were full of affection, and he watched me out of the Juggernaut's Cave.
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Cultivation does not matter sooner or later, I immediately went to the sword pavilion in the center of the academy. After the exile invasion, the sword pavilion was destroyed part of the surrounding buildings, but they have all been repaired, recreating the past * and majesty , The sword intent was already diffused within the sword pavilion’s hundred zhang. The ordinary academy disciples only dared to watch from a distance, while I sacrificed a ray of the power of the true feather sword world, forming a sword intent on the body surface, lightly treading Into the sword pavilion field.
The outside on the first floor of the Jiange Pavilion is extremely empty. The two old men are playing against each other. It is the two masters of Ning Daoxuan and Duanjingyu. The two did not deliberately practice. They looked like nothing but doing nothing all day long. The status of the Great Academy is extremely lofty. Even Shangguan Nanfeng and Shangguan Ziyi are respectful. The other disciples almost knocked their heads to heels when they saw them.
"Two Masters."
I stand outside respectfully.
"Xiaoxuan, why are you here?" Ning Daoxuan said with a smile: "Could it be...Is it possible to ask our two old guys for advice on chess and kendo?"
"Ahem..."
I was a little embarrassed: "Not this time, Master asked me to challenge Jiange."
"Alright." Broken Jingyu stroked his beard, and said: "With your current cultivation level, you should really challenge the sword pavilion, but every guardian in the sword pavilion is quite extraordinary. You have to be careful, it's really impossible. Just quit, don’t hurt your life."
"Master, please rest assured, I have a sense of measure."
"Then go!"
Ning Daoxuan brushed his sleeves, and a mysterious energy blew open the iron gate full of ancient carvings at the back. The inscriptions on the iron gate flashed and gleamed. Obviously, the sword pavilion is not accessible to everyone. The two masters gave permission and opened the seal to enter, otherwise they would only have to storm the sword pavilion, which would definitely cause a shock to the entire academy.
Behind the door, the first floor of Jiange.
A middle-aged monk wearing a blue shirt sits cross-legged in the center, his eyes closed, and wisps of fierce sword intent flow all over his body. His breath is very sharp and full of fierce light, as I step into the sword pavilion. At the moment when the iron gate closed on its own, he also opened his eyes, staring at me with a pair of eyes, and said: "It's rare that a male disciple in the academy has challenged Jiange, who are you?"
"Bu Yixuan."
"So you are Bu Yixuan."
He soared into the air, holding a cyan ancient sword in his hand, and said: "I heard that your kendo cultivation has surpassed Lin Muzhao, come on, let me see."
"Good."
I raised my hand and drew out the fairy bone sword. The moment the blade was unsheathed, the radiance was radiant, and the sword intent was agitated for a time, full of Confucianism and Taoism. At this time, almost all of my kendo origin comes from mortal books. Confucianism and Taoism are recorded, but they are not limited to one, but contain all kinds of laws, but Confucianism and Taoism dominate.
The guard was startled, and then took the initiative to launch an offensive. With a low whistle, the sword-heart unity state broke out, and the long sword swept across the sky, suddenly surging dozens of golden sword intents like annual rings, overlapping and sweeping. Coming over, the entire space rules seemed to have been reshaped for an instant, divided by the sword intent, and it was extremely gorgeous.
My heart sank. This man is a master of kendo practising the rules of space. His understanding of the rules of space has reached an astonishing level. With the sacred fire lingering and the heart of the sword, he is obviously a very qualified sword master. I never thought that the guardian of the first floor of the sword pavilion was a sword sage. It is no wonder that the disciples of the academy regarded the sword pavilion as a forbidden place. Only Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao dared to challenge.
The fairy bone sword pierced straight, separating the airflow, and the real feather sword world erupted. I also used the space rules to fight against the sword, and even the world fire did not provoke him. Otherwise, even if he was bullied, the blade of the fairy bone sword burst out in all directions. The strands of color bars respectively confirm the various components of the space rules, cutting the space more vividly at a time, with sharp sword intent and sizzling.
The sword blades did not collide, just the game between the sword auras has produced a series of clanging sounds, sparks in the sky are endless, after dozens of moves against each other, the guardian and I finally achieved the rules of kendo He gained the advantage, but the other party was very kind, took the ancient sword, and immediately said: "I lost, you go to the second floor!"
"Concession."
I clasped my fist and walked to the second floor.
The second-tier guard is a young man in a white robe. It seems that his cultivation age is never more than forty years old, but his sword intent is very powerful, with a flying sword in his hand and his eyes Full of fighting spirit, looked at me from a distance, smiled and said: "Are you Bu Yixuan?"
"Hmm."
"Fairy Qingyin and Fairy Mu Zhao haven't been to Jiange for a long time." He looked disappointed and said, "It's hard to see the fairy face. After waiting for so many days, I didn't expect it to be you." /
"You seem to be very disappointed..." I said angrily: "Xiaoyan and Senior Sister are busy cultivating, and there is no time to come to Jiange. It's the same for me to play with you."
"Huh!"
He snorted coldly, and said: "You, as an ordinary disciple, can walk freely outside the sword pavilion. If I had not been appointed as the guardian of the sword pavilion, the two fairies would have nothing to do with you."
The corners of my mouth twitched: "You seem to be very unconvinced, but even if you don't guard the sword pavilion, there is nothing wrong with you. Xiaoyan is mine, and the senior sister is mine..."
"You... are looking for a fight!"
He whispered, and his eyes were full of fierce expressions that taught me. The flying sword turned into a fiery glow and broke through the air, and the surrounding rules were aroused. He is a master who is good at swordsman. In the academy There are countless masters of the sword, but there are only a handful of sword masters who can reach this level of sword master. If this person walks out of the sword pavilion, his strength may be comparable to the two palace masters, Xiao Yi and Yun Nishang.
Opening the real feather sword world, I fought at the pinnacle of the unity of sword and heart. The sword and the sword are fierce, and the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism is surging. The whole person is like standing in the ocean of Confucianism and Taoism. With super strong sword intent, "kengkeng" flew the opponent's flying swords one by one, guarding it like golden soup, and under the circumstances of my insistence, the coercion formed by the holy ruins of all things suppressed step by step, making this guarding The face of the reader is getting ugly.
"I lost..."
He slumped out suddenly, his face was pale, and the flying sword in his hand fell to the ground as soon as he frowned, "Your kendo...maybe no longer under the two saints?"
"Hmm."
I nodded: "If you are not strong, how to protect them in the future?"
He couldn't help laughing, and said: "Sure enough, Tianfeng Bailu has heroes from generation to generation. Your cultivation base...I am afraid it will be rare for thousands of years. Go, I'll lose to you."
"Thank you."
Holding fists and arching hands, I stepped up the stairs to the third floor.
In fact, although the guardians of the sword pavilion have already practiced to the point of a sword master, it is obvious that both of them have stepped into the realm of the sword master not long ago, maybe they have just completed a breakthrough, in the skillful mastery of kendo There is still a lot of heat loss, and the physical background cannot be compared with my fleshly sanctification, so that the winner can be distinguished within dozens of moves or even a few moves.
Subsequently, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh floors swept one by one, even if the guardian of the seventh floor is a middle-ranked swordmaster, he still has a hundred moves Defeated and entered the eighth floor of the sword pavilion!
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"Da..."
Stepping on the wooden board of the eighth floor of the sword pavilion, there was a faint noise, and the figure of the guardian of the eighth floor also appeared. It was a middle-aged beautiful woman in a blue robes, her eyes filled With the rhyme of Xianfeng Dao, there is a shining sword on the leg, which is similar to the unvoiced sword and Mu Zhao sword.
I can’t help being stunned. The Qingyin sword and Mu Zhaojian are both saint women’s swords. Only saint women are qualified to own swords. They were renamed after refining and integrating the life imprints of Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao. This beautiful woman of's unexpectedly also has a sword with a similar breath, is it also the saint of the former college?