Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1118: The Lord Baishou Pavilion

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The last time I entered the sword pavilion to take the **** moon ruler, I had a stunned glance. I didn't even notice this woman. Now I took a few more glances. It was especially amazing. Although I was wearing a blue robes, it was very simple and elegant, but it was difficult to hide the long robes. The moving lines below are graceful and graceful, a pair of beautiful eyes are filled with fairy rhyme, there is a kind of dusty feeling, as if she has caught a glance, and the whole person's soul has been washed.

Who is this woman, the background must be incredible!

"Are you?"

She also seemed a little surprised, and asked quietly.

She is full of the extraordinary aura of a high-ranking Juggernaut, it is impossible not to know everything in the outside academy, and the reason for asking this means that she has never seen me, and it also proves that Jiange is completely isolated from the outside world. Yes, the people inside can't feel everything happening outside at all, so even if the Bailu Academy almost fell last time, but these guards still did not move out, there is only one explanation left, only Jiange was Only after breaking through will they take action to protect the academy. They are the last barrier of Bailu Academy and Tianfeng Academy.

"Bu Yixuan."

I looked at her quietly, and was a little surprised: "You... how come you also have the Sword of the Saint?"

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, showing a gentle smile, and said: "If you are Bu Yixuan, then you should call me Uncle Master."

"Ah, why?"

"My name is Dongfang Xingyue, the junior sister of Shangguan Ziyi."

"It's really Uncle Master..." I hurriedly knelt on one knee: "Disciples see Master Xingyue."

"Free gift."

Dongfang Xingyue smiled softly and said: "I've heard of you, it’s really good that Senior Sister can teach a disciple like you."

"Uncle Master, why are you here?"

My heart is a bit at a loss. With the strength and deeds of Dongfang Xingyue, as long as you walk out of the sword pavilion, you will be at least a palace master. There is no need to stay in the lonely place of the sword pavilion and let her age and beauty endure. This grace withered pain.

Dongfang Xingyue smiled slightly: "There are things you don’t understand. After the senior sister took over as the master of the hospital, I have also been a saint, but the academy is divided into two parts, the senior sister is in the light, and one person needs to be in the dark, so I chose After abdicating, enter the sword pavilion, guard here, once the academy needs it, I can go out anytime."

With respect from the bottom of my heart, I said: "That's really wronged Master Uncle. By the way, the surname Dongfang is rare in the upper realm, and Master Uncle will not be..."

"You guessed it."

Dongfang Xingyue smiled full of charm: "I am the emperor of the Eastern royal family, but... after I chose Bailu Academy, I have lost my mundane identity, just a guardian of Bailu Academy, in the misty road It’s nothing more than a grain of stardust."

My respect is even stronger. Dongfang Xingyue's mood is very tolerant. It is rare for a person to endure thousands of years of suffering here, but to be able to see through this way.

"Okay."

Dongfang Xingyue stood up, under the robe, the graceful body curves appeared one by one, very moving, and said with a smile: "Are you here to challenge Jiange?"

"Hmm."

"It is not easy to kill directly to the eighth floor of the sword pavilion in one breath, but the uncle can not release the water. Only if you defeat me, you are qualified to go to the ninth floor to challenge the stronger guards."

"Okay, please enlighten me from Uncle Master."

"Come on."

……

Dongfang Xingyue is a high-ranking sword saint, whose strength is by no means under Li Feng's year.

Furthermore, Dongfang Xingyue's swordsmanship not only includes the ancient swordsmanship of the Tianfeng Ancient Classics, but also the Dongfang family's divine flame swordsmanship. There are many changes. At first, dozens of strokes directly suppressed me to almost even fight back. It was all gone, after fifty moves, finally recovered some initiative with the skills mastered on the battlefield, and then used the white deer sword technique to confront her.

"Senior Sister's Kendo?"

Dongfang Xingyue smiled slightly, the long sword pierced out, the sword light was sharp, and the light filled the world.

Where did I dare to be careless, the real feather sword realm was fully expanded, and the true dragon technique and the phoenix technique were used, and she still could not suppress Dongfang Xingyue's moves. Of course, her cultivation level is definitely in Li Fengnian. Above, she deserves to be the saint of Bailu Academy!

"You should use the fire of the Holy Ruins, or you will lose."

Dongfang Xingyue reminded.

"Okay, uncle, be careful!"

My arms shook lightly, and suddenly wisps of world fire flowed on the blade, rising up to the sky, directly swallowing most of the divine flame sword technique that Dongfang Xingyue attacked, and it continued to spread. Begin to reverse the situation and suppress Dongfang Xingyue's power in the opposite direction, but this was not enough to defeat her. With a low drink, the torrent of the sword heart of all things surged, directly using the eternal power of the sword.

"Huh?!"

Dongfang Xingyue opened her mouth slightly, she was stunned, her beautiful eyes were filled with a sense of wonder, even the sword in her hand stopped attacking, she just watched the evolution of my sword quietly. I have given up fighting again, and I didn’t hurt her. Instead, I slowed down the evolution of kendo and presented the eternal torrent of kendo rules that I had learned from the mortal book and the holy ruins of all things in front of Dongfang Xingyue. ,nothing left.

For a while, the atmosphere became more subtle. Dongfang Xingyue was obviously an elder and an uncle, but at this time, she looked at me like a studious disciple, staring at me with a pair of beautiful eyes. She looked quite fascinated, until I slowly evolved the true meaning of this torrent of rules, she immediately closed her eyes and sat down on her knees.

"Uncle Master..."

Her red lips lightly opened: "Xiao Xuan, thank you, you passed the level, go to the ninth floor."

"Yes, thank you Master Uncle."

Dongfang Xingyue is a high-ranking sword sage, only one step away from the titled sword sage, and this step is exactly the eternal swordsmanship. As long as you understand the kendo, you can step into the titled sword sage realm, so for Dongfang Xingyue In other words, the kendo that I have evolved forever is like encountering a rain on the earth after ten years of drought. Her performance is almost greedy, but it is easy to understand. This is a kind of madness of ascetics, and once a breakthrough occurs , Bailu Academy has one more titled Sword Saint Master Uncle, a good thing.

……

Stepping on the wooden steps, walked up to the nine floors.

The last floor of the sword pavilion, according to the previous rules, as long as you pass the ninth floor, even if you have completed all the roads of the sword pavilion, you will be a Juggernaut disciple recognized by the two academies. Of course, those who can pass this step, temporarily Not yet, even Li Qingyin seems to have not broken through the ninth floor, and has not been recognized by the two academies.

Under my feet, the wooden planks were engraved with dense Confucianism and Taoism, which made me feel a little frightened until I stepped out of the horizon and saw the guards sitting in the center of the ninth floor. I was even more startled. The old man in the chair has a silver wire. His legs have disappeared. The broken leg is full of decay and withering. There is even a ray of power that makes me feel very uncomfortable. This feeling is familiar, it seems to be A curse.

This is a cursed person?

A person who has cultivated to the realm of a saint can complete physical rebirth through holy medicine and rules. There is no possibility that a broken leg cannot be repaired, but the old man in front of him is different. His lower body is almost cursed by the rules. Entangled, his legs cannot be reborn, which is why he sits in a movable chair. The lack of legs and incomplete rules make it difficult to even fly.

"Senior, you..." I frowned.

"Are you Bu Yixuan?"

He looked up at me, a pair of black and white eyes with a hint of ancient rhyme, and said: "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Two little girls, Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao, are not qualified to beat me. Among the younger generation of the academy, Only you are the most likely."

I looked at his broken leg and stopped talking.

"Hahahaha~~~~"

He burst into laughter, sounding like Hong Zhong, and said: "Although the old man has broken his leg, but his sword is not broken, Bu Yixuan, you don't think you will defeat me and you will win the battle? "

I was stunned slightly: "Ahem, I do have this idea."

"Don't worry!"

With a light wave of the old man’s palm, an ancient sword suddenly fell into his palm, and at the same time a torrent of torrents surged, and the sense of breath oppression began to become terrifying. It was clearly the eternal power of kendo. He really was one A titled sword saint is nothing more than a titled sword saint with "discounted strength".

"Senior, are you?" Before I started, I still hesitated, and I wanted to ask clearly.

The old man nodded: "My name is Baishou, the patron of the elder's pavilion of Tianfeng Academy. I lost my legs in a battle with evil spirits four hundred years ago. At the same time, he was cursed. This curse is a kind of The withering curse originated from the rules of death, but thanks to Ning Daoxuan and Duan Jingyu, two old inmates who rescued me with elixir and treated me once a month, this saved my life, but after all, the curse was not complete. It can only be expelled."

Speaking, he smiled openly again: "It just so happens that now my strength is only 50%, and I can serve as a touchstone for young disciples. As long as I defeat me, I will be eligible to be the next master."

I couldn't help being stunned: "Jiangaku's original intention was to select the sword saint. How come it has become the master of the house again."

The master of the Baishou Pavilion laughed and said: "The strengths of the guards in the sword pavilion have all improved and made breakthroughs. Therefore, when Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao challenged the sword pavilion, everyone suppressed the cultivation base and only used 30 to 50% strength. Accept their challenge, but you are different. You are the one who owns the fire of the first-grade holy market. The two old courtyard masters have already informed us and must do their best."

The corners of my mouth twitched: "The two masters really love me..."

Pavilion Master Bai Shou also smiled: "Yes, they have never been so cruel to any disciple, Bu Yixuan, don't say so much, let's do it, the old man wants to see you just stepped into the holy How strong are the top 200 young talents on the list!"

The news spread so quickly that even the guards in the hidden sword pavilion knew that I was on the holy list.

……

The white head is a titled sword saint and has to face his strength.

I slowly drew out the Fairy Bone Sword, a titled sword saint, even if he is only half of his cultivation base, he is still a super terrifying existence. This battle is a life and death experience for himself!