Chapter 233: A matter of life and death

Shen Chaoyang's arm is indeed related to Yukong Sword Saint.

Many years ago, Shen Chaoyang was still the master of the Sky Star Sect. At that time, Shen Chaoyang was full of energy and was well-known in the world. Who knew the name of the Sky Star Sword Emperor?

That is, in that year, Shen Chaoyang met Yukong Swordmaster, Sword Emperor vs. Swordmaster, Shen Chaoyang originally thought it was a peak duel, but Shen Chaoyang was wrong.

One sword! The opponent only shot one sword, and his dignified Sky Star Sword Emperor was cut off by a sword without even taking the opponent's sword!

Xiao Longyou was holding the Sky Star Sword tightly at this time. He couldn't believe it was true in his dreams, but at this moment, it was impossible to tell from the master whether he would believe it or not.

"Long You..." Looking at Xiao Longyou with an incredible expression on his face, Shen Chaoyang said again: "The reason why I am telling you this today is to make you understand that there are many real powerhouses in Kyushu. There are too many to count, never look down on anyone, and never look too high on yourself."

While talking, Shen Chaoyang glanced at his broken arm again. Yes, it was because Shen Chaoyang looked at himself too high that his arm was cut off by someone else's sword. There were too few people who really knew about it in the past. It might be a joke for many people to spread the fact that people cut their arms with a sword.

"Master...Who is that Sword Saint Yukong?" Xiao Longyou was full of curiosity at this time.

"He... he is a legend... or it is a nightmare, a pain, a past that no one wants to mention, but you don't need to know, after so many years, maybe he is dead, or he has let go of it. It's over."

Shen Chaoyang's words fell and turned and left the observatory, but Xiao Longyou couldn't feel Master's hatred towards Yukong Sword Master from his words.

It seemed that Shen Chaoyang didn't hate the sword saint Yukong after being cut off, but Xiao Longyou heard a pity for the strong from the tone of the master, like regret for the sword saint Yukong.

"Sword saint... Is there really anyone in this world who can be called a saint?" Xiao Longyou looked at the Sky Star Sword in his hand. There are so many swordsmen in the world, but no one has ever dared to call this holy word because the saint represents It is a kind of supremacy that can hardly be surpassed.

In Xiao Longyou's eyes, the master is almost invincible, but with just one sword, the master is defeated, and the loser doesn't even have the courage to fight again, how strong is this sword saint in the air?

Xiao Longyou couldn't imagine it, but Xiao Longyou remembered this name, the only name that can rank above Emperor Tianqi-Yukong Sword Saint!

Xiao Longyou understands that Master is actually beating himself when he talks about these things today, and he is about to enter the Tianqi Academy, where there is a hidden dragon and a tiger. If he thinks that he is really genius, his final result will be like Master.

Thinking about this, Xiao Longyou walked out of the observatory towards the retreat...

Three days passed in a hurry. In these three days, under the guidance of Song Xian, Bai Li walked almost the entire Qingyunmen, and he had a general understanding of Qingyunmen.

As one of the nine sects, the number of Qingyunmen disciples is not comparable to that of the other eight. I learned from Song Xian that all the Qingyunmen disciples add up to only about 5,000.

Five thousand people are of course astronomical for the small households of Haoran Sect, but for Qingyunmen, one of the nine sects, it is really too few.

But there is no way. As Song Xian said, Qingyunmen has fallen behind a lot in terms of resources and the strong in recent years. Many geniuses in Qingzhou would rather choose to travel far away to other sects than worship in Qingyunmen.

And Qingyunmen could not say that all the messy disciples were collected, so much so that the number of Qingyunmen disciples has dropped drastically now.

When Qingyunmen was at its peak, there were even 100,000 disciples, but now it is far from before.

In these three days, Bai Li went to Dian Pavilion once. Seeing the countless secret book exercises in Dian Pavilion, Bai Li was both excited and helpless.

Others need to practice when they get a technique, but for Baili, the technique is not for cultivation, but for swallowing. No matter any technique, as long as Baili consumes the corresponding reputation value, it can be swallowed. , So as to enhance their various abilities.

Excitement is also because of this.

But the frustration is because of prestige, Baili's prestige has almost been transformed into skill points, and now the prestige in Baili's hands is completely in vain against Qingyunmen's Dian Pavilion.

There is only one way to earn prestige, and that is fame. The greater the reputation of Baili, the more prestige can be obtained. Although Baili has gained some prestige this time, there is a feeling of being stretched to use it. .

Bai Li calculated that with his current prestige, he could choose at most ten good exercises to devour. As for what to choose, Bai Li hadn't decided yet.

On this day, above Lei Yin Peak.

"Every time the Apocalypse Academy is opened, all the elites in Kyushu will be gathered. Only those who have broken through the Apocalypse Fantasy Realm are eligible to become disciples of the Apocalypse Academy Song Xian is now spreading the knowledge of the Apocalypse Academy to Baili.

Bai Li also listened very carefully. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and the enemy can survive a hundred battles. If you want to enter this Tianqi Academy, you must first know the rules of Tianqi Academy.

"What on earth is this Apocalypse illusion?" Bai Li asked.

And just as Baili's voice fell, I heard a voice coming towards this side: "The Apocalypse illusion is a illusion opened up by Emperor Tianqi with divine power. Every time the illusion is opened, it is different, but the illusion will be based on The strength of each of you derives nine illusions that are slightly stronger than you. In other words, to pass the illusion, you must defeat these illusions nine times in a row."

When the voice fell to Baili, I saw Huo Dongjue and Yue Shengwen walking from a distance. Huo Dongjue had been in the Apocalypse Academy, so he had to know a little more about the Apocalypse Illusion.

"Master, great elder."

"Sect Master, Great Elder."

Seeing Huo Dongjue and Yue Shengwen coming, Song Xian and Bai Li quickly got up, while Huo Dongjue waved gently to signal that they don't need to be polite.

After the two came to stand beside Song Xian and Bai Li, Bai Li slightly observed Huo Dongjue and Yue Shengwen, and found that the two of them looked like they were very worried since they walked here, and they didn't know what was going on.

Huo Dongjue looked at Yue Shengwen next to him and then motioned for Yue Shengwen to speak. Yue Shengwen nodded slightly and then said: "Bad news."

Both Song Xian and Bai Li were taken aback by the three words saying bad news, and then they saw Yue Shengwen with a complex expression of anger and helplessness on his face and said again: "It's about Tianqi Academy and it's about the survival of Qingyunmen..." (To be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read. )