Last time I entered the Jiange to take the Shenyue ruler, I glanced at it and didn't notice this woman at all. Now I looked at it a few more times, which was particularly amazing. Although I was wearing a green Taoist robe and was very elegant, it was hard to hide the moving lines under the robe. It was graceful and graceful. Her beautiful eyes exuded a fairy charm, and she felt like she was out of the world. It seemed that she had taken a look at her and her whole heart was washed away.

Who is this woman? It’s definitely awesome!

"Who are you?"

She seemed a little surprised and asked quietly.

Her whole body was filled with the extraordinary aura of the superior sword saint, and it was impossible for her to understand everything in the outside academy. The reason for asking this is that she really has never seen me, and it also proves that Jiange and the outside world are completely isolated. People inside cannot feel everything that is happening outside. Even if Bailu Academy almost fell last time, these guards still did not come out, so there is only the only explanation left. Only when Jiange is broken will they take action to protect the academy. They are the last barrier between Bailu Academy and Tianfeng Academy.

"Bu Yixuan."

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

The corners of her mouth raised gently, and she showed a light smile, saying, "If you are Bu Yixuan, then you should call me uncle."

"Ah, why?"

"My name is Dongfang Xingyue, Shangguan Ziyi's junior sister."

"It's really uncle..." I hurriedly knelt on one knee: "Disciple, please see Uncle Xingyue."

"No gift."

Dongfang Xingyue smiled softly and said, "I have heard of you. It's really good that my senior sister can teach you a disciple like you."

"Uncle Master, why are you here?"

I felt a little confused. With the strength and Taoist practice of Dongfang Xingyue, as long as I walk out of Jiange, I will at least be a palace master-level existence. There is no need to stay in the lonely place of Jiange, so that her years and beauty can endure the pain of the withering of the withering of the glory.

Dongfang Xingyue smiled slightly: "You don't understand some things. After my senior sister succeeded as the head of the institute, I used to be a saint, but the academy is divided into two places: light and dark. Senior sister is in the light and needs one person to be in the dark, so I chose to abdicate, enter Jiange, and guard here. Once the academy needs it, I can come out at any time."

I felt respect in my heart and said, "That's really aggrieved Uncle Master. By the way, the surname Dongfang is rarely seen in the upper world, and Uncle Master will not be..."

"You guessed it right."

Dongfang Xingyue smiled with charm: "I am the princess of the Eastern Royal Family, but... after I chose Bailu Academy, I had lost my ordinary identity. I was just a guardian of Bailu Academy, a star dust in the misty road, insignificant."

My respect is stronger, and the mood of Dongfang Xingyue is very tolerant. It is rare for a person to endure thousands of years of pain here, but he can still see through it.

"alright."

Dongfang Xingyue stood up, and under her robe, her graceful figure curves appeared one by one, very moving, and she smiled and said, "Are you here to challenge Jiange?"

"Um."

"It is not easy to kill directly to the eighth floor of Jiange in one breath, but uncle will not let the water go. Only by defeating me can you be qualified to go to the ninth floor to challenge the stronger guardians."

"Okay, then I'll ask my uncle for advice."

"bring it on."

...

Dongfang Xingyue is a superior swordsman, whose strength is absolutely no less than that of Li Fengnian.

Moreover, the sword techniques used by Dongfang Xingyue not only include the ancient swordsmanship of the ancient Tianfeng classics, but also the magic flame sword techniques of the Dongfang family. They were all kinds of changes. At first, dozens of moves directly suppressed me so that I almost didn’t have room to fight back. After fifty moves, I finally regained some initiative with the skills I mastered on the battlefield, and then used the Bailu Sword Technique to confront her.

"Senior sister's kendo?"

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

How dare I be careless? The real world of the True Feather Sword Realm has been completely opened. The True Dragon Technique and Phoenix Technique are used, but they still cannot suppress Dongfang Xingyue's moves. Indeed, her cultivation is definitely above Li Fengnian, and she is worthy of being the former saint of Bailu Academy!

"You'd better use the Holy Ruins Fire, or you'll lose."

Dongfang Xingyue reminded.

"Okay, uncle is careful!"

I swayed my arms, and suddenly, a wisp of world fire flowed on the sword blade, rising up in the sky, directly swallowing most of the magical flame sword attacked by Dongfang Xingyue, and continued to spread, beginning to reverse the situation and suppress the power of Dongfang Xingyue in reverse, but this was not enough to defeat her. With a low shout, the torrent in the heart of the sword of all things surged, and directly used the power of swordsmanship forever.

"ah?!"

Dongfang Xingyue opened her mouth slightly, and she was stunned. Her beautiful eyes were filled with awesomeness. Even the sword in her hand stopped attacking. She just quietly watched the evolution of my sword. She had given up fighting again, and I did not hurt her. Instead, she slowed down the evolution of the sword, and presented the eternal torrent rules of the sword that I had learned from the mortal books and the holy ruins of all things one by one to the Dongfang Xingyue, without reservation.

For a moment, the atmosphere became subtle. Dongfang Xingyue was obviously an elder and a master uncle, but at this time she was staring at me like a studious disciple, staring at the mystery of the eternal evolution of swordsmanship. Her beautiful eyes were quite fascinated. Until I slowly evolved the true meaning of this torrent rule, she immediately closed her eyes and knelt on the ground.

"Uncle Master..."

She opened her red lips and said, "Xiaoxuan, thank you, you have passed the test, go to the ninth floor."

"Yes, thank you uncle."

Dongfang Xingyue is a superior swordsman, only one step away from the titled swordsman. This step is exactly the eternal swordsmanship. As long as you understand the eternal swordsmanship, you can enter the realm of the titled swordsmanship. Therefore, for Dongfang Xingyue, the eternal swordsmanship I evolved is like a rain that has been drought for ten years. Her performance is almost greedy, but it is easy to understand. This is a kind of madness of the cultivator. Moreover, once you break through, there will be an additional titled swordsmanship in the Bailu Academy, which is a good thing.

...

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

According to the previous rules, as long as you pass the ninth floor, even if you complete all the paths of the Sword Pavilion, you will be a Sword Saint-level disciple recognized by the two major academies. Of course, there is no one who can take this step yet. Even Li Qingyin seems to have not broken through the ninth floor and has not been recognized by the two major academies.

Under my feet, there were dense Confucian and Taoist words engraved on the wooden board, which made me a little scared. Until I walked out of the horizon and saw the guardian sitting in the center of the ninth floor, I was even more stunned. It was an old man sitting in a chair with silver threads. His legs had disappeared. The broken legs were filled with decay and withered breath, and there were even a wisp of force that made me feel very uncomfortable. This feeling seemed familiar and seemed to be a curse.

Is this a cursed person?

Those who have reached the realm of a saint can complete the rebirth of their body through holy medicines and rules. It is impossible for them to be unable to repair if their legs are broken. However, the old man in front of him is different. His lower body is almost surrounded by cursed rules, and his legs cannot be reborn. This is also the reason why he sits in a movable chair. He lacks legs and is incomplete in the rules, and even flying is difficult.

"Senior, you..." I frowned.

"You are Bu Yixuan, are you?"

He looked up at me, and his black and white eyes were filled with an ancient charm and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao are not qualified to defeat me. Among the younger generation in the academy, you are the most likely."

I looked at his broken leg, and I wanted to speak but stopped.

“Hahahaha~~~~~”

He suddenly laughed, and said like a loud bell, "Although the old man's legs are broken, his sword-holding hand is not broken. Bu Yixuan, don't you think that you will win without force if you defeat me?"

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

"Don't worry!"

The old man waved his palm gently, and an ancient sword fell into his palm. At the same time, a torrent surged, and the aura began to become terrifying. It was clearly the rule power of swordsmanship that was eternal. He was indeed a titled sword saint, but just a titled sword saint with "discounted strength".

"Senior, who are you?" Before I started, I was still a little hesitant and wanted to ask clearly.

The old man nodded: "My name is Baishou. The owner of the elder pavilion of Tianfeng Academy lost his legs in a battle with the evil spirit four hundred years ago, and cursed in his body. This curse is a withered curse originating from the rules of death. But thanks to Ning Daoxuan and the two old pavilions of Duanjing Yu saved me with spiritual medicine and treated me once a month, which saved my life. But the curse cannot be completely eliminated, and it can only be done."

As he said that, he smiled again and said, "It just so happens that my strength is only 50% left. It can be used as a touchstone for young disciples. As long as I defeat me, I am qualified to be the head of the academy."

I couldn't help but be amazed: "The original intention of Jiange is just to select the Sword Saint, why have you become the master of the Academy now?"

The Baishou Pavilion Master smiled and said, "The strength of all the guards in the Jian Pavilion has improved and broken through. So when Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao challenged the Jian Pavilion, everyone suppressed their cultivation and accepted their challenges with only 30% to 50%. You are different. You are the one who has the first-grade Holy Ruins Fire. The two old masters have already known us and must do their best."

My mouth twitched: "The two masters really love me..."

The Baishou Pavilion Master also smiled: "Yes, they have never been so 'ruthless' to any disciple. Bu Yixuan, don't say so much, take action. I want to see how strong you, a young master who has just entered the top 200 holy list, is so strong!"

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

...

Baishou is the titled Sword Saint, and he has to face his strength.
Chapter completed!