The soul power is like a sword, piercing the ground in front of you.
The red fish in the pond remained calm and peaceful, but the sky and earth in front of He Baihe suddenly changed and the sword light flashed.
Transparent sword lights and sword energy suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
Just the moment these sword lights and sword energy emerged, the Saint Master of Xianyi Academy who was carrying the white jade sword suddenly turned pale, and with a loud roar, the white jade-like flying sword was already unsheathed, condensing his powerful soul power and heaven and earth.
The vitality roared rapidly around him, and as the light and shadow circulated, he kept colliding with the countless invisible lines that suddenly rose up in the surrounding heaven and earth.
The extremely bright flying sword, during the collision, the white jade color on the sword dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All the people in Xianyi Academy, including this holy master, were retreating in shock.
In just a fraction of a breath of time, the mountain forest in front of Bitan had already formed an astonishing sword formation.
Some stone powder fell from the stones among the grass and flowers, revealing the sword marks that were not exposed at all.
There are also sword marks on some branches and petals that have disappeared but can be felt at this moment.
The powerful sword intention and sword energy diffused and condensed from the trees, flowers and rocks in the entire mountain forest, forming countless invisible lines between the sky and the earth, just like countless people slashing with invisible sword light.
All these sword lights and sword intentions converged on Ni Henian, forming He Baihe's sword, the strongest sword in Xianyi Academy.
But even some stray sword light was enough to cause fatal damage to the cultivators of Xianyi Academy who were affected by it. However, the holy master did not hesitate to use a lot of soul power to protect him with his sword. At this moment, those affected
The practitioners of Xianyi Academy were not injured.
None of the people from Xianyi Academy had ever seen He Baihe refining a sword, but at this moment, the sword marks appearing among countless flowers, trees, and rocks made them understand that He Baihe was not alone in this mountain forest.
Knowing how many times Zeng Qi Shen Bing Yun had wielded, and the swords he swung, the power of his vitality when leaving sword marks also caused some subtle changes in the rocks, trees, flowers and stones.
His countless invisible sword marks have turned into runes under his sword.
This is the most powerful sword of heaven and man in Xianyi Academy!
He gathered his strongest power at the moment, and some residual power from the countless swords he had slashed here before, and formed a sword to stab Ni Henian!
A small withered metal sword, with runes like a dead leaf butterfly, appeared beside the mysterious practitioner behind Ni Henian. The practitioner had no way to intervene or intervene to attack Ni Henian's sword. He
The flying sword only blocked dozens of flying transparent sword energies, and at the same time retreated calmly.
Ni Henian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The soul power in his body had already surged out of his body a fraction of a breath ago, but the power of the strongest sword in Xianyi Academy was completely beyond his expectation.
This sword was full of the meaning of severing and complete decomposition. The soul power that surged out of his body had no time to condense into a more powerful force. It was as if it was cut and cut off by countless transparent talisman lines, and the connection with himself was lost.
At this moment, he stopped exporting soul power and condensed all the soul power in his body under his skin. His whole person completely turned into the color of topaz, turning into the heaviest hammer in the world, ruthlessly
It hit the ground hard under my feet.
In a very short period of time when those under the Saint Master level had no time to perceive and react, the ground under his feet, with him as the center, rolled and rolled like waves.
The majestic and extremely majestic soul power spurted out from his feet desperately at the moment of the strike, regardless of the split.
The ground cracked, the mud turned over, the rocks shattered, the flowers fell into mud, and the trees shattered into pieces.
Everything in this mountain forest is shattering, and the sword marks are all shattering.
Blood dripped from He Baihe's nostrils.
At this moment, he and this world are like a sword... This sword has collapsed under Ni Henian's pure force to break the situation, and he will inevitably suffer heavy losses.
However, the split sword is still a sword.
At this moment, his face remained calm.
In the perception of Saint Masters like him and Ni Henian, those broken swords were killing each other piece by piece on Ni Henian's body.
The extremely luxurious robe on Ni Henian's body began to glow, and countless golden lights emerged between the fine metal threads, forming lines.
These talisman lines dimmed like rust during the period of time when no practitioner could take action, as if they had never lit up.
Countless invisible forces cut through these talisman lines, and numerous cracks appeared on Ni Henian's extremely precious metal robe. Yellow light surged inside, and drops of blood seeped out from these metal cracks.
…
The sword light disappears.
The mountains and forests were destroyed.
He Baihe coughed lightly and wiped the blood flowing from his nostrils.
There were many very thin and narrow tears in Ni Henian's robe, and some blood flowed out.
All the practitioners of Xianyi Academy have snow-white faces and their bodies are trembling constantly.
"Use sword marks to form a formation, use your will to win."
Ni Henian was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This sword from Xianyi Academy is indeed enough to make anyone who sees it feel honored."
"It's a pity that I'm walking ahead of you." After a slight pause, he looked at He Baihe and said this again.
He Baihe understands the meaning of this sentence better than anyone else, and Ni Henian understands the meaning of this sentence. Ni Henian became a practitioner and a holy master many years earlier than him, so when he encountered his sword today, he couldn't use his most powerful means.
Despite the situation, he still entered the realm with a cultivation level beyond his and broke his sword.
To a certain extent, this is also the greatest praise an elder can give to a younger generation of practitioners.
He Baihe showed a satisfied smile and was about to say something.
At this moment, a sword light flew up, and a practitioner from Xianyi Academy struck Ni Henian with a sword-throwing gesture. The sword light was like a meteor, hitting Ni Henian's heart directly.
He Baihe's face froze slightly, and he sighed in his heart.
Although he is the biggest opponent of the emperor in this academy and has the ability to block the emperor's will, it does not mean that he can control all the forces that oppose the emperor in the academy. The person from Xianyi Academy who took action at this moment is
People who are not affected by him.
Now everyone here can see that he and Ni Henian are both in a lose-lose situation, but even if Ni Henian is hit by sword light and suffers heavy losses, he is still the only great worshiper in the entire Yunqin, the invincible practitioner in Zhongzhou City, and is far away from the Great Saint Master.
There is only one step left. Even if he is injured, his strength is still far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and no one can kill him here.
A slight cough sounded.
Ni Henian flicked the ball backhand.
With a ding sound, the meteor-like sword light bounced out, piercing the chest of the cultivator of Xianyi Academy at a faster speed than before, and sending the cultivator flying backwards.
"This sword also belongs to Yun Qin... Has this sword already been inherited?" Ni Henian looked at He Baihe with a calm face and asked after killing a powerful practitioner who assassinated him with a snap of his fingers.
He Baihe said sincerely: "Not yet."
Ni Henian sighed with emotion: "It's a pity that this sword has never been able to reach such a level of cultivation like you. You should also understand that even if you can cast such a powerful sword, it is still impossible to defeat me and stop me. I really
I don’t understand what you mean by this.”
He Baihe laughed inexplicably, "Of course it has great significance. Originally, if nothing unexpected happened, the great enshrinement should be among all the saint masters in Yunqin, there are only a few who are expected to advance to the great saint master, and it should be
He will be the fastest person to advance to the level of Great Saint Master. With your cultivation level, in this world, only people like Vice Dean Xia and the Master of Purgatory Mountain can defeat you. If you advance to the level of Great Saint Master, then
In the entire Yunqin, there is currently no one who can suppress you, the Great Enshrined One, so no one can stop some of the Holy Sage’s will... Even if today’s battle prevents me from advancing to the Great Saint Master in this life, I will not allow you, the Great Enshrined One.
After all, you will not be able to advance to the Great Saint Master, or at least you will not be able to break through to the Great Saint Master in the next ten or twenty years. This price is certainly worth it... This is the difference between the practitioners in the world and the will of the Saint after the Holy One went crazy.
The most important battle in the world."
Ni Henian fell silent again under He Baihe's smile.
"I know that to a great extent, you are still a cultivator who is devoted to the pursuit of Taoism. I hope that Yunqin will be filled with all kinds of powerful practitioners and all kinds of amazing skills just like it was ten years before the founding of Yunqin.
, But junior, I would like to ask you to think about it, whether it is Zhongcheng, Nightingale, or I are indeed practitioners of Yunqin, but why are we practitioners working with the Imperial City and you instead?
Instead, they have become the stones that prevent you from cultivating the broken mirror." He Baihe said solemnly: "The robe that I have enshrined you in is already torn, so why not just take it off?"
Ni Henian also laughed, laughing so much that he sighed with emotion, "How can a practitioner become a saint if he loses his own way? You are dying in front of your eyes, and you still want to convince me?"
He Baihe shook his head and sighed: "You can't kill me today."
"This name should be the most powerful attendant of the Holy Emperor in the legendary Imperial City, Shadow Master Qiu Hanying." He Baihe turned his head, glanced at the mysterious practitioner wearing a mask, and then said with a smile:
"But unless the great worshiper wants to hurt you more than you can handle, he shouldn't be able to stop me from leaving."
Ni Henian's brows frowned deeply.
The mysterious cultivator in gray robe snorted coldly, as if he felt slighted. The small withered yellow metal sword suspended in front of him suddenly made a fierce sound of wind, carrying the majestic vitality of heaven and earth towards him.
He Baihe flew in quickly.
Today, in an unusual place like Xianyi Academy, more unusual things are bound to happen.
A splash of water suddenly flew up from the calm waterfall.
A sword light with a certain sense of tranquility struck hard on the withered yellow flying sword.
With just one strike of the sword, Ni Henian's brows furrowed deeper, as if there were a few more knife-like wrinkles on his face. Qiu Hanying, the emperor's most mysterious servant, let out a cold groan, and the withered yellow sword light flew back to him.
forward.
He Baihe smiled slightly, stood up from the pond stone, and left directly through the forest behind the pond.
In the calm mountain forest and on the mountain road, some practitioners of Xianyi Academy who had not shown their figures before suddenly appeared. They roared loudly and headed towards He Baihe to intercept and kill them.
He Baihe sighed slightly.
He also pointed it as a sword, and the light of the sword reappeared.
Waves of extremely faint sword intent permeated the mountains and forests he passed through.
The sword was broken, the hand was broken, the body was broken... Those who intercepted him, a member of the Famous Immortal Academy, were cut into pieces of flesh and blood amidst the piercing screams.
Saint masters like He Baihe, who possesses the strongest sword in Xianyi Academy, and Ni Henian, even if they are seriously injured, cannot be killed by ordinary practitioners, not to mention, in this entire mountain, in this entire Xianyi Academy
, He Baihe did not know how many swords he had struck out. This mountain was full of runes that he had buried in advance, and traces of his sword intention were left everywhere.
Only strong men like Ni Henian and Qiu Hanying could prevent He Baihe from leaving after completing his mission here. However, Ni Henian and Qiu Hanying were blocked by the swordsman on the waterfall at this moment.
"Jiang Jian...you are Ye Wangqing of the Ye family of Donglin."
"In the past, your cultivation level continued to decline, and you might not even be able to reach the Saint Master level in your lifetime. I didn't expect that the murderous intention in your sword today is like thousands of troops running forward. Your cultivation level has already reached the level of General Ye in the past."
Ni Henian raised his head and looked at the figure of the swordsman wearing a moon-white robe on the waterfall, "It's just that the Holy Emperor has always been very kind to your Ye family. Even the children of your Ye family are hereditary princes and always enjoy the glory and comfort.
Why do you still do such a thing?"
"The family is small but the country is large. In the past, I was trapped in love and threw away the general sword. Today I can pick up the general sword. How can I not benefit the world because of the wealth of the small family and personal life and death?" Dong Lin, wearing a moon-white gown
Ye Wangqing, the province's number one swordsman, still seemed to have a pitiable hint of sadness between his eyebrows, but his eyes were indescribably bright and resolute.
"If Donglin Province is lost in one day, will my Ye family be able to have a peaceful and comfortable tiled house?"
Hearing Ye Wangqing's voice, Ni Henian said no more and just waved his hand, signaling Ye Wangqing to leave.
At this time, Ni Henian's mind couldn't help but think of the ten years before Yun Qin, when he was walking in the streets and alleys of Zhongzhou City and watching the battles of all kinds of practitioners. It seemed that no matter what era he changed, even if
Nowadays, due to the merger of some academies, most practitioners come from academic schools and less from Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom. But now it seems that in this world of practitioners, there are always various practitioners who insist on their own beliefs.
The world is still wonderful.
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