"laugh!"

The Master of Baishou Pavilion had a sword, as if he had slashed out an abyss. Countless sword rules were divided into two sides, and an extremely sharp, terrifying light rushed towards him, full of ancient charm, and the torrent was rolling. It was the power of the sword's eternal blow. This sword could not even be called a move. This is an ordinary sword, which could activate a terrifying aura that made people sweat all over.

The eyes were filled with dense rules in an instant, and the sword-divine eye could not see through all these rules in a short period of time. While I was breathing in the air, the Immortal Bone Sword was shocked and also activated the eternal power of the sword-divine. The torrent of the sword-divine vortex merged with the sword-divine vortex, and the rules of the time-sword immediately turned into a blood-colored wave of air and rushed forward.

“Bang~~~”

The two terrifying sword intents collided together, what I didn't expect was that the rules of the time sword path seemed to encounter a nemesis, and the sword intent was destroyed and destroyed. What's even more terrifying was that the Holy Ruins fire surrounded by the sword intent of the White-Shou Pavilion Master actually suppressed the sharpness of the world's fire. For a moment, the world's fire was almost extinguished, and it seemed that a huge stone was pressed on my heart.

This is not good.

My heart was cold, and I immediately subconsciously rose into the air, moved violently, avoiding the sword of the Baishou Pavilion Master. I saw that the red smoke rolled in the void behind me, and a chaotic world was destroyed by this sword. If my body was borne this sword, I am afraid that even if my body became a saint, I would be seriously injured.

The White-shou Pavilion Master is just an old man slid in the chair, taking advantage of his speed!

In the holy ruins of all things, strands of fiery red rules were lingering, which was the mystery of the body technique of the Vermillion Bird. It seemed like a violent flame had emerged under his feet. The speed increased sharply, and the speed of the whole person increased to the extreme. He moved quickly in the air, and at the same time activated the sword technique to shake the extremely fierce sword into the air. The sword path surging and taking action with all his strength!

"Haha, OK..."

The White-shou Pavilion Master sat in the chair, with his pair of wise eyes looking at the afterimage in the sky, and said with a smile: "At a young age, he has such cultivation. He is indeed the number one genius in the two major academies in ten thousand years. You're welcome!"

He was covered in ancient charm. Although he was sitting there, I saw a figure rushing out of his body, holding a sharp sword in his hand, stepping on a sword abyss. The long sword ignited its light and came to kill with the extraordinary sword rules. It slashed dozens of times in the air, colliding with the sword energy I had fallen, without falling under the wind.

He was able to sacrifice and refine a body, and the real sword intent came to his face. This was definitely not a Dharma image, but a true body.

As I stared at my eyes, I finally saw through it. The flying figure was real. Instead, the white-headed Pavilion Master sitting in the chair seemed to have lost his spirituality. He sat there motionlessly, and even his breath disappeared.

Could it be... the legendary soul is out of body?

My cousin has also left his soul, but its strength is quite weak, far less than that of the Baishou Pavilion Master. His soul is like awakening the strongest self. The sword wind slashes the sky sharply, and mine suddenly feels like he is trapped in the sky. The sky is covered with sharp sword energy, coming from all directions!

In a blink of an eye, the holy aura in the holy ruins of all things is endless, and the sword heart of all things becomes the soul in the holy ruins, and the wisps of holy light burst out from the whole body. Under the guard of this Taoist heart, I regained my peace. The sword-dao divine eyes opened, trying to see every attack of the Baishou Pavilion Master real. At the same time, I waved the Immortal Bone Sword, stepped on the void and moved continuously, attacking with one sword, using attack as the defense.

"Pushpeng~~~"

The figures in the sky have turned out to disappear, replaced by the sound of sword intent colliding and bursting in the chaotic space, just like thunderstorms appearing in the unmanned air, with an amazing momentum. The body of the Lord of the White-Shou Pavilion leaving his body was very fast, and a sword storm storm the void, and the sharp attack was almost unbearable.

The shadow of the four-level sword soul burst out, and the most true rules of swordsmanship forever were also activated one by one. The body was filled with the rules of the holy path. Each sword was slashed to condense my strongest rules and strength. However, even so, I was still attacked by the Baishou Pavilion without any power to fight back. In a blink of an eye, my body was already covered with shallow scars, and I was in a mess.

But even though he was in a mess, he still maintained his peace of mind. He learned from his mistakes and gained wisdom. Every time he hit a sword, he would remember the skills and essence of this sword in his mind, and he would sharpen himself in battle. Although he was injured, he still felt like he was gaining something.

"Hahaha, not bad, come again!"

In the air, the phantom of the White-Shou Pavilion Master's soul leaving his body continued to attack. He did not show mercy because I was the genius of the academy. Every move and move would inevitably bring out all the essence, but one thing is certain. He took ruthless moves but did not kill him. Every time he was on the verge of despair, he always raised his hand and did not kill him.

The Pavilion Master of Tianfeng Academy is indeed highly respected. Although I challenged the ninth floor of Jiange in this battle, this old Pavilion Master did teach me more complete the mystery of Jianye with one move and one move. Obviously, in such a battle, my understanding and mastery of Jianye for the eternal period will be deeper to exert stronger power.

"Chichi ~~~"

The sharp sword intent in the air was stimulating several times. Although I fought back, I lost in speed and tricks. In the end, my legs suddenly numb, and a sword injury appeared on my knees. The sword energy slashed into my body for about an inch, and the blood flowed. The Master Baishou Pavilion's sword energy was very strong. Although the body had to bear the curse power and could only activate half of its strength, it was already very terrifying. If he had not been cursed, his true strength might be comparable to the master before becoming a taboo. He was definitely one of the top figures in the two academies. No wonder he was arranged to guard the ninth floor of the Jiange here, and his status was slightly higher than the eighth floor of the Dongfang Xingyue Master.

"Peng~~~"

Under the crushing of the invisible sword intent, I almost hit the ground. My legs shattered the stone slabs and wooden boards on the ground, and regressed several feet away. I was in a mess, my legs were bleeding endlessly. There were wisps of black cursed power that seemed to try to attack my body from the sword energy, but was directly rejected by my body.

“Huh?”

The White-Shou Pavilion Master was surprised: "Little guy, why can you resolve this curse power so perfectly?"

"Maybe it's the relationship between the sanctification of the flesh."

I frowned and said, "Senior, I lost, convinced."

He smiled slightly: "Even if you lose, you still have hundreds of moves against me, which is quite difficult. If I fight with the strongest combat power, Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao will not even be able to catch my ten moves!"

His eyes were full of pride. People with abilities always had tempers. This is normal. However, he was still a little suspicious. He watched the wound on my knee gradually heal and said, "Even if the body becomes a sanctified, it is impossible to perfectly resist this curse and rule power. How did you... do you?"

"Is it..."

I also suspected for a while, and then I felt it carefully, and then I realized that the curse power that invaded my body was not actually rejected by the power of the body, but was burned and evaporated by a wisp of pure fire.

It's the fire of the world!

I took a deep breath and said, "It may be the fire of the world. Because it contains the rules of the world, it should also cover this curse power. The fire of the world can restrain this curse power."

"Really?"

The white-shou Pavilion Master was a little excited and sat in the chair and said, "Child, can you help me?"

"Senior, you said."

"If you understand that the fire of the first-class world is really rare in the world, then lend a little of your holy ruins to Lao Chen to see if it can drive away Lao Chen's curse."

I naturally understand the power of being cursed. When I was infected with the poison of the Nine Nethers, I remembered the feeling that life was worse than death. Now that the Lord of Baishou has spoken, I naturally cannot refuse.

"Swish--"

As I flew closer, I stood in front of the Baishou Pavilion Master and said, "Senior, although the Fire of the World understands the rules of all things, it also has strong lethality, are you sure?"

"Come on, please."

The white-shou Pavilion Master closed his eyes.

My palm slightly opened, and the world's fire lingered in scattered little by little on the broken leg of the Baishou Pavilion Master. Suddenly, the world's fire and the cursed fire intertwined, making a sizzling sound, and the Baishou Pavilion Master trembled all over. The pain was imagined, but he did not stop, so I did not stop and continued to urge the world's fire to burn his wounds.

In less than twenty breaths, the white-headed Pavilion Master was covered in sweat, and the broken legs were charred, but tender flesh was born below the charred, and the curse rules seemed to be less.

Seeing that he could hardly hold on, I hurriedly withdrew from the Holy Ruins Fire, supported his body that was about to collapse to the ground, and said, "Senior, is it okay?"

"fine."

The Lord of Baishou's face was covered in sweat and looked very weak, but he smiled and said, "The Fire of the World is worthy of being one of the most outstanding opportunities in the world. My curse and pain have been reduced by at least 30%. It seems to be effective. Child, you come to the ninth floor of Jiange every day in the future. I will discuss with you and teach you the sword. You can use the Fire of the World to heal me. What's the deal?"

"make a deal."

I smiled and said, "Even if I don't teach me kendo, I will heal you."

"Shangguan Ziyi accepted a good apprentice."

The Baishou Pavilion Master nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, you are a disciple of the Bailu Sword Saint. I will not overstep it. I will only pass on the scales and half of the sword art you and I have mastered. I will never pass on your entire set of sword art. Moreover, with your sword art master, I am afraid there is no need to practice my sword art specifically."

I nodded: "Senior, just have to compete with me. By the way, how can I do the power of double my strength after my soul is out of my body? Can I teach me?"

"What are you talking about is the soul leaving the body and condensing the battle body?"

"That's right."

"Yes, it will start tomorrow, I will pass on you!"

"Okay, thank you!"
Chapter completed!