The temperature in the entire courtyard dropped to a terrifying level.
The sword energy in the courtyard turned into wind and snow visible to the naked eye, and the snowflakes were like swords, floating on Wang Zhixuan's body.
Wang Zhixuan still maintained the posture of punching. Although the shadow of his fist was strong, his face was filled with sadness.
A series of tiny wounds appeared on his body, and the sword energy entered his body, and then spread to the most minute points of the eight extraordinary meridians, cutting them off one by one.
Like a sword piercing the heart, it hurts beyond belief.
"interesting."
The young man looked at the latter's resolute face and smiled: "Let's see if you can break my body-protecting light curtain if you persist until the end."
Wang Zhixuan's fist never stopped, and countless fist shadows hit the light screen in front of the opponent. Although it was dim, it was obviously still going to take some time before it was completely shattered.
Wang Zhixuan groaned, swallowed the blood gushing from his chest, stamped his right foot forward suddenly, straightened his right fist back, and used all his strength to smash forward hard.
The force is like a tight long bow.
The air was filled with the smell of spiritual energy rapidly twisting and then exploding.
Bang!
There was a crackling sound.
The cyan light curtain that had been strong from beginning to end had numerous cracks, spreading in all directions like a spider web, and then all turned into the sound of broken glass.
The cyan protective light curtain exploded on the spot.
A strong wind blew in, blowing Wei Boyang's long hair back high.
But at the same time, the middle-aged man's fist shadow completely disappeared.
At some point, he had completely turned into a bloody man. The meridians in his body were in tatters and lifeless.
In Wang Zhixuan's last vague consciousness, he clenched his right hand into a fist, thinking about punching again.
Just one punch!
Unfortunately, everything came to nothing in the end, and he fell heavily to the ground, soaked in blood.
Wei Boyang glanced at him indifferently, twitched the corner of his mouth, and kicked out. The latter's body smashed into the wall in the center of the lobby like a cannonball and was embedded deeply in it.
"waste."
Wei Boyang grinned and said: "But don't worry, I will kill Daozong Shen Yu, and I will give you a companion on the road to Huangquan."
...
When Shen Yu returned to the academy, he did not go into seclusion as expected. He could not gather spiritual energy in his body now, and the so-called breath adjustment was just the most basic way to rest his mind.
Li Wudi looked serious next to him, his eyes fixed on a piece of white paper placed in front of him.
The assessment will begin tomorrow. Shen Yu looked at her and asked, "Do you have a clue?"
Li Wudi looked solemn, suddenly raised his chin, snorted softly, and said, "I won't tell you."
Li Wudi suddenly asked: "You taught me the so-called sword-building method, but this is a method of sword cultivation. Is it really possible?"
Shen Yu closed his eyes and said, "There is no distinction between teaching and learning."
Li Wudi knew that these four words were the purpose of the academy. Although several saints in the academy established their religion based on Confucianism, the concepts contained therein were particularly otherworldly.
"You should think about your opponent tomorrow."
Shen Yu said.
Li Wudi's picturesque eyebrows were raised high and he said, "Of course I know. One is my Third Emperor brother, Li An, and the other is the eldest son of General Zhenbei, An Yixing. I am already familiar with them."
Shen Yu recalled the scenes of the past few days and let out a soft sigh.
"Do not forget our agreement."
...
An unknown master in the academy wanted to recruit disciples, which caused a great sensation inside the academy, but most of the news was blocked outside.
After careful investigation, there are only three candidates who are qualified to participate in this assessment.
The third prince Li An.
Princess Li Wudi of Xiangcheng.
An Yixing, the son of General Zhenbei.
The three of them are all from the royal family of the Tang Dynasty or their direct relatives, and they have to choose one of them to enter the academy to become a disciple of a certain master and form a passionate relationship.
Among the more perceptive people, it was obvious that Datang and the academy had secretly conducted some kind of unknown transaction.
Many students in the academy were attracted by this assessment and came to the open space in front of the library.
An old man in gray robe strode over from a distance. Wherever he went, countless people slowly saluted with awe in their eyes.
The Academy offers wine, Meng rules.
One of the three masters.
This well-known old man didn't look out of the ordinary. He was holding an ancient scroll in his hand. The wrinkles on his face were as rough and dense as the roots of an old tree. His eyelids were weakly raised, just like any ordinary country scholar.
There is a table in front with three pieces of snow-white paper placed on it.
He looked at the three people in front of him, nodded and said, "Let's get started."
An Yixing, the son of General Zhenbei, strode out without any scruples.
Third Prince Li An put his hands behind his back and looked calm.
When Li Wudi saw this scene, he looked into the distance nervously.
...
On the path leading from the academy to the library, Shen Yu and Yan Shigu walked side by side.
"Wang Zhixuan is dead." Yan Shigu said, and with a wave of his hand, ripples appeared in the air in front of the two of them. The scene of Wang Zhixuan's tragic death in the exquisite house appeared in the ripples in the air.
Shen Yu calmly looked at him for a few times and said, "That man is a dual practitioner of humanism and swordsmanship, especially his swordsmanship."
Yan Shigu said with a smile: "According to my guess, that person should be from Qingcheng Mountain."
Shen Yu said oh.
For thousands of years, there have been many Taoist monks and countless sects. The Taoist sect is now leading the pinnacle of Taoist cultivation in the world. Except for the two holy places of Kunlun and Yaochi, there are many powerful Taoist sects in the entire Linghuang.
Qingcheng Mountain is one of them, and it is also a major sect that has been second only to the three Taoist holy places for a hundred years.
The emerging sect is naturally determined to make progress, but Kunlun Yaochi is far away in Dongzuzhou, and Daozong and Qingcheng are both in Zhongzhou, so the relationship between the two is naturally not that big.
Of course, in Shen Yu's view, the relationship between Daozong and any sect in the world is not good.
"Ten years ago, a spiritual genius emerged from Qingcheng Mountain. His name was Wei Boyang. He was born several years younger than the current generation of your Dao Sect. He also fought against Fang Hen and Yu Wenwen of your Dao Sect, and he had the upper hand."
Yan Shigu talked slowly, "Coupled with the accumulation in recent years, he has already earned the title of invincible in the world of the Immortal Ascension Realm."
Shen Yu had no feelings about this.
Among the younger generation of Dao Sect, the cultivation level will increase exponentially with every additional year. What's more, if his guess is correct, Yu Wenwen is already touching the threshold of the upper three realms.
As for being invincible...
Shen Yu looked up, and for some reason, suddenly sighed and said with a smile, "I haven't heard these words for many years."
Shen Yu stopped, turned around and asked with a smile: "Mr. Yan, are you afraid that I will guess something and then kill him with a sword?"
Yan Shigu admitted frankly: "Yes."
"Although I don't know what grudge I have against him, it seems that my guess is correct."
Shen Yu said calmly: "You have done a lot, otherwise I might really kill him with a sword later."
The crowded crowd in front suddenly let out bursts of exclamations, and at the same time, colorful lights came out.
The two stopped and looked at the same time.
The two pieces of white paper emitted bright golden light at this moment and floated in the air. It seemed that these two people had the same idea as Shen Yu, and they used words to create ideas.
"The beacon light shines on the northern border, and I feel uneasy in my heart."
The handwriting on the first piece of white paper was vigorous and powerful, revealing the meaning of decisive killing. As soon as the handwriting was written, the white paper bloomed with a bright blue light.
"Words that can resonate with heaven and earth are all good poems." Yan Shigu commented.
Shen Yu turned his head slightly and looked at the words on the second piece of paper. The handwriting was neat and elegant, but still majestic.
"If I become the Qing Emperor in his future years, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms."
These two sentences are completely
It showed the ambition in Li An's heart without any concealment. It was a bit bold and even disrespectful on this occasion, but at this moment no one said anything, they just watched quietly.
The white paper exudes a majestic golden aura, which in the eyes of everyone is a hidden image of an emperor.
Yan Shigu did not comment on that statement, but said softly: "Although it is different from the academy's philosophy, if history is a guide, Li An will indeed be regarded as a strong king if he rises to power in the future."
Shen Yu glanced at the third prince and then changed his gaze.
Li Wudi walked to the desk with a nervous look on his face and picked up the brush, but he still didn't start writing.
Two pieces of paper with different smells appeared next to them, which made her quite upset.
"Be still." A calm voice sounded in her mind.
Li Wudi looked up in confusion and saw a pair of eyes.
There was no emotion flowing in those eyes, which were like black holes, but they calmed her heart in an instant.
The scene she experienced yesterday flashed rapidly in her mind.
As if by mistake, Li Wudi waved his hand, and the brush flashed quickly at his fingertips.
At this moment, streams of the purest sword energy in the world emitted from Li Wudi's dantian and the palm of his hand.
The misty sword energy swept around, blowing away two completely different auras around him.
Countless people showed surprised faces.
The little princess actually woke up to Jian Xin at this moment.
Could it be that the rumors are true, that His Majesty’s favorite Princess Xiangcheng is actually a great swordsman?
Shen Yu looked indifferent and looked at the big characters quietly.
Yan Shigu looked into the sky and murmured: "Swipe your sword to cut through the floating clouds, and all the immortals will come to the west."
