Yin Biyue almost thought that the master had gone crazy.
He subconsciously wanted to shake his head, "This is impossible..."
Even though he came to this world to practice, his state of mind was completely different from when he was a supporting villain, and he was prepared for a fierce battle. However, it was still difficult for him to accept being so formally entrusted with the task of saving the world.
The dean smiled faintly, "You have done many impossible things."
If we talk about fighting across borders in the Zhehua Society, it was Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan who first showed their prowess among the younger generation of practitioners.
Then, his fight with Jinghai and Jingyun, both of whom were at the Mahayana realm, in Xingshan Temple, breaking the golden light formation of the Buddha's seal, and even fighting a life-and-death battle with Liaoguan, the saint of the Age of Saints, were unprecedented and it will be difficult for anyone to achieve the same accomplishment in the future.
Not to mention the duel between sub-saints on Hengduan Mountain, where Yin Biyue's sword pierced Rong Zhuo's skin, and Luo Mingchuan used Galan's pupil technique to create an illusory world at the bottom of the meteorite abyss.
"The speed at which you cultivate has broken through the limits of all recorded history."
Yin Bi thought about it carefully, it seemed... they have been doing the thing of overstepping their authority to defeat the boss?
Once you accept this setting, it seems quite exciting... What the hell!
In Liaoguan's meditation state, he had no idea how his senior brother had fought back from a desperate situation; the reason why his sword power was able to succeed on the Hengduan Mountain was also because of his senior brother.
Yin Biyue glanced at Luo Mingchuan, whose face was as dark as a lake. He had great confidence in his senior brother, and even felt that if anyone could put an end to this chaotic world, it should be his senior brother.
He just had no confidence in himself.
The dean said to Yin Biyue, "Nothing is impossible. When Wei Jingfeng was your age, his cultivation level was not as good as yours..."
Yin Biyue was surprised. His master's back was as tall as a mountain, and he had never thought of comparing himself with him. After all, he had seen his master drinking in Chunxiu Tower one moment, and riding a horse to fly 30,000 miles in the next moment, and knocking Yu Shi off the cliff with just a flick of his finger.
But he couldn't suppress his curiosity, "What does the master look like?"
He originally thought that his master had transcended the tribulation and attained sainthood at an early age, and that his appearance was that of a teenager. But after hearing what the master said, it seemed that this was not the case.
"When Wei Jingfeng was your age, he accidentally ate a million-year-old green streamer. His bones and spiritual veins were reshaped again, reaching incredible strength, and his appearance... also remained at that time. Even after becoming a saint, it cannot change."
Yin Biyue nodded. He had eaten the Minghu Thousand-Leaf Lotus on Chongming Mountain, which purified and widened his spiritual veins, thus increasing his cultivation speed. However, the plant called Bi Liuguang, which was born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and was commonly known as "Chengxian Grass", should have been extinct millions of years ago.
Master is so blessed, he is incredible!
The headmaster's smile deepened. "It's good that you two know this. Don't mention it to my face in the future. Wei Jingfeng was most annoyed by people talking about his appearance."
Yin Biyue was speechless because of his curiosity. He remembered that the master's real name was "Li Tugen", which was also told by his master.
Is it really okay for the two of you to undermine each other like this? !
Where are the best friends?!
After listening to the saint's gossip, I still have to talk about the main business, "I haven't reached the Mahayana realm yet. Even if my combat power is improved, it will be limited by my realm. What's more, I haven't practiced the Lingxiao Sword Technique yet. The power of the Linyuan Sword in my hand is only one tenth of it..."
The dean asked, "Is the Lingxiao Sword's sword moves difficult?"
Yin Biyue was startled, "It's not difficult."
In fact, it was not only not difficult, but extremely simple. At his current level, as long as his limbs were coordinated and his true energy was sufficient, he could perform any set of sword moves smoothly.
But this does not mean that he really knows those sword techniques. Because without years of practice, he only knows the form but not the true meaning, which is still useless.
The difficulty of every sword technique lies in the sword intent.
Yin Biyue thought, how could one get a glimpse of the secrets of a true immortal inheritance like the Lingxiao Sword without decades of study and comprehension day after day?
Why is it that the dean only asked about sword moves?
"Don't forget what your master said."
"Master said that Lin Yuan chose me."
After Yin Biyue answered, he was silent. He thought of the days he had traveled with his master. The flowery streets of Lueyang City, the Hengduan Mountains under the brilliant moonlight, the dangerous wasteland of Donglu...
The master also said that he was the one and only Yin Biyue in heaven and on earth.
Luo Mingchuan, who had been silent, patted his shoulder.
Yin Biyue's mind became calmer.
He thought that his master had done so many things to buy time for them, and now the dean and many people were also buying time for them, so what was the point of his hesitation?
Master has done everything he can. As his disciple, even if I am not even one-tenth as good as him, I should still do something.
Luo Mingchuan said, "I have a hunch that Meteorite Abyss is inextricably linked to me. Junior brother, are you willing to go with me?"
Yin Bi laughed more and more, as if relieved of a heavy burden and full of energy, "Why not!"
Before leaving, they performed the disciple etiquette in a proper manner, and Luo Mingchuan said, "Please take care, sir."
The dean stood in the biting north wind without saying a word.
The lights in the school flickered, and the vast night sky was starless and moonless. I didn't know where his eyes were looking.
The bright lights of the numerous mansions in Yunyang City were no longer there, the long streets were deserted, and in the distance there were twinkling lights of fire. They were torches held by refugees as they traveled at night.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan left the city, raised their true energy and flew into the air. Although their speed was not as fast as that of a saint riding the wind, it was comparable to a blue-winged phoenix that could travel a thousand miles a day.
"I think there will be a lot of people coming to kill us along the way."
"I think so. Even if we can't be killed, we must be exhausted to the greatest extent."
The 'Nine Turns of Heaven' was enough to make Rong Zhuo feel threatened. They had no time to cover their whereabouts. If nothing unexpected happened, the news would soon reach East Continent.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the better it would be to fight her way out of Donglu just like Master and Master did many years ago.
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Lianjian has many mountain springs and waterfalls. In summer, the sound of water roars like thousands of horses galloping. In winter, the ice shrinks and the cold current freezes the river. At a glance, it is all rime and crystal clear, like a pile of broken jade.
However, the disciples of Lianjian Sect had no intention of enjoying the wonderful sight.
They gathered outside the main hall, their purple robes blown by the cold wind like a surging ocean. In an almost oppressive silence, they waited for the decision in the hall and the future of the sect.
"Our sect has suffered many disasters in the past few months. The former sect leader and Patriarch Qu have passed away, and the sect is divided. It is unwise to fight at this time."
"Our sect also has two Yunxiao flying boats, with 46,000 reserve crystals. The flying boats can accommodate more than 700 people and travel 6,000 miles a day. In one night, we can cross the Floating Sea and reach Cangya Mountain. Or we can go north. The Beilu has 100,000 elite cavalry with outstanding combat power..."
"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood, Sect Master..."
There were four old men standing in the hall, all of whom advised the young girl in the high-ranking seat to make a decision as soon as possible.
Chu Huan's betrayal led to internal strife in the sect. If Chen Yi had not returned in time, the situation would have been even worse. Even so, when Chu Huan left Lianjian and joined the Baopu Sect, he also took away a large amount of resources, including more than a hundred elders and disciples who were willing to follow him.
The four remaining elders of the Lianjian Sect are now old. None of them advocate fighting the demon cultivators alone, but instead suggest that the entire sect move and unite with other forces.
They thought Qu Duiyan thought the same.
No matter how talented she is or how fast she grows, she is still a little girl. She must have exhausted all her energy in suppressing the civil unrest. How can she have the courage to fight against foreign aggression?
Unexpectedly, Qu Duiyan spoke.
"We can leave, but what about the six cities and fourteen towns under the mountain that are protected by Lianjian? What about the 180,000 households? What about the thousands of refugees who are rushing to Lianjian?"
She stood up and looked around the hall, her eyes seemed to have an invisible pressure, "Can they leave?"
The elder who had spoken earlier suddenly felt ashamed and asked tremblingly,
"What does the leader want?"
Qu Duiyan said solemnly, "Of course we should fight when we have to!"
There was silence for a while, and no one responded.
Until another elder stepped forward and half bowed, "The youthful spirit of the sect master is admirable. However, the core killing formation of our sect's mountain protection formation requires the 'Moon-grabbing' sword intent to support it. Now that Patriarch Qu has passed away, whose sword intent can support it? Please think twice before acting."
Qu Duiyan didn't say anything.
The elders felt relieved and showed a hint of satisfaction.
The next moment, without waiting to speak again, they all retreated three feet! Without hesitation, they pushed their true essence to the extreme and condensed it into a barrier.
They didn't know why they retreated, it was just out of the practitioner's intuition of danger. As it turned out, this intuition was correct.
The fierce sword intent rose into the sky, covering the entire hall.
Before the knife fell, there was no smoke, no roar. Only the floor tiles under his feet trembled slightly, and waves appeared in the depths of his sea of consciousness.
The man who drew the knife had a calm and gentle expression, and spoke in a calm tone,
"I can hold the line."
He was too ordinary, and it was easy for him to be ignored when he stood behind Qu Duiyan on weekdays. But once he drew his sword, no one could ignore him.
He is the disciple who has inherited Qu Jiang's true teachings.
At the Flower Folding Meeting, Chen Yi used the Frost Mist Knife to perform the "Moon-grabbing" sword technique, but was broken by Yin Biyue's "Little Heavy Mountain" sword technique created by the Sword Saint. However, he gained some insights from that battle, his state of mind broke through the shackles, and his sword technique went a step further.
Afterwards, he experienced a thousand-mile chase by Chu Huan and the Twelve Palaces, and was put in desperate situations many times and then survived. His cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and his upright sword intent became even more fierce.
During the civil strife in Lianjian, everyone in the world knew that Chen Yi was very powerful. However, due to his age and seniority, they could not help but look down on him.
It was not until this moment that the four elders in the hall clearly realized that the strength of this young descendant was far beyond their imagination.
There was silence in the hall.
Qu Duiyan walked out of the palace gate. The cold wind blew in his face, chilling him to the bone.
She looked at the people below the high steps, faces that were familiar or unfamiliar, young or mature, calm or confused.
These are her fellow students, and they are all waiting for her decision.
She heard her own voice through the wind.
"If we count from the 'End of Dharma Era', our Lianjian sect has been established for 100,000 years. In the beginning, it declined and encountered many crises from powerful enemies, but we never gave up. A thousand years ago, Senior Qu Jiang defeated the enemy 3,000 miles away with one sword, which made our Lianjian sect famous and stood firm in the Central Continent. No one dared to offend us."
"There is no reason in the sect's teachings to avoid fighting, and our ancestors have never been the first to flee from the battlefield."
She drew the long sword from her waist, the sword whistled through the wind, and a dazzling light burst out!
Like the rising sun, its edge cannot be directly looked at.
The girl's voice was cold and firm, "Even if my father is gone, I will not bring disgrace to the reputation of this sword!"
"Disciples of Lianjian, at this time when our homeland is in danger of extinction and life and death is at stake, are you willing to fight with me?!"
"I am willing to do so!"
"I will follow the master till death!"
The mountain roared like thunder, and the icicles on the eaves of the main hall and in the distant forest were shattered. It was as if a snowy rain had fallen on Lianjian Mountain.
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There is a bamboo sea in the east of Nanlu. In summer, when the wind blows, the bamboos echo and the fragrance fills the forest. However, in winter, when it is cold, the bamboo sea turns yellow and withers, giving off a solemn and austere feeling.
A secluded place among lush forests and tall bamboos is the bamboo house of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
As the sky darkened, the disciples in their ink-splashed landscape robes were still rehearsing the sword formation. Thousands of sword whistles echoed in the mountains.
"The Qinglu Sword Sect has been established for thousands of years, and it will never be destroyed by evil cultivators."
Song Tang said so.
Cheng Tianyu said, "After we defeat the demon cultivator, we will go and avenge our master."
Facing the passing of his master on the Hengduan Mountains, the shock he received was immeasurable. Song Tang was originally worried that his junior brother would not survive. Later, he found that he, Zhongshan, and the elders of the sect had underestimated his junior brother.
After Cheng Tianyu came back, he did not become unstable or possessed. Instead, his sword power was refined and his determination for the Tao became stronger.
Song Tang smiled, turned around and said loudly, "Thank you, Brother Yan, for coming all the way here to lend a hand."
Yan Xing jumped down from the tree, "Tsk, why are you still calling me Fellow Daoist Yan?"
Cheng Tianyu thought about their plan and still had doubts, "Will this work?"
"A man, how can you say no." Yan Xing rubbed his head, "If it doesn't work, I'll change my name to Yan Bu Xing!... Where's that kid Zhong Shan? I haven't seen him for a whole day."
Song Tang's smile faded, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
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