The temperature dropped to a terrible level throughout the courtyard.

The sword qi in the courtyard turned into a visible wind and snow, and the snowflakes were like swords, floating on Wang Zhixuan's body.

Wang Zhixuan still maintained the posture of punching, although the fist shadow was prosperous, his face was full of sadness.

Subtle wounds appeared from his body, sword qi entered his body, and then spread to the most subtle parts of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, cutting off them one by one.

Like a sword piercing the heart, the pain is unbearable.

"Interesting."

The young man looked at the latter's resolute face and smiled, "Let's see if you can break my protective light curtain until the end."

Wang Zhixuan's fists never stopped, and countless fist shadows smashed on the light curtain in front of the opponent, although it was already dim, it was obvious that it would take some time to be completely shattered.

Wang Zhixuan snorted, forcibly swallowed the blood gushing out of his chest, stomped his right foot forward suddenly, straightened his right fist backwards, and used all his strength to smash forward.

Tighten the longbow.

The air smelled of the aura twisting rapidly and then exploding.

Boom!

Crackling.

The cyan light curtain, which had been holding firm from beginning to end, appeared countless cracks, spreading in all directions like cobwebs, and then all turned into the sound of glass shattering.

The cyan protective light curtain exploded on the spot.

A strong wind blew Wei Boyang's long sideburns high back.

But at the same time, the middle-aged man's fist shadow also disappeared completely.

I don't know when, he has completely become a bloody person, and the meridians in his body are in tatters, and there is no life.

Wang Zhixuan's last vague consciousness clenched his right hand into a fist, and he thought about throwing another punch.

Just one punch!

Unfortunately, in the end, everything came to naught, and he fell heavily to the ground, soaked in blood.

Wei Boyang glanced at him indifferently, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he kicked out, and the latter's body smashed into the wall in the center of the hall like a cannonball, deeply embedded in it.

"Waste."

Wei Boyang grinned and said, "But don't worry, I will slaughter Dao Sect Shen Yu, and I will give you a companion on the Huangquan Road when the time comes."

...

Shen Yu returned to the academy without the expected retreat, he was now unable to gather spiritual energy in his body, and the so-called pranayama was just the most basic spiritual cultivation.

Li Wuyi had a serious face beside him, his eyes staring at a blank piece of paper placed in front of him.

The assessment will start tomorrow, Shen Yu looked at her and asked, "Do you have a clue?"

Li Wudi's face was solemn, and he suddenly raised his chin, snorted softly, and said, "I won't tell you."

Li Wushu suddenly asked, "You taught me the so-called sword heart, but this is the method of sword cultivation, can it really work?"

Shen Yu closed his eyes and said, "There is no class to teach."

Li Wudi knew that these four characters were the purpose of the academy, and although several saints of the academy used Confucianism to teach, the concepts in them were extraordinary.

"You should think about your opponent tomorrow."

Shen Yu said.

Li Wuving's picturesque eyebrows were raised high, and he said, "Of course I know, one is my third emperor brother, Li Huang, and the other is the eldest son of General Zhenbei, An Yixing, I am familiar with them."

Shen Yu recalled the scene of the previous days and sighed softly.

"Don't forget our agreement."

...

An unknown master in the academy wanted to recruit disciples, which caused a great sensation within the academy, but most of the news was blocked outside.

After the investigation of well-intentioned people, there are only three candidates who are qualified to participate in this assessment.

The third prince Li An.

Xiangcheng princess Li is invincible.

An Yixing, the son of the general of Zhenbei.

The three of them are all members of the Tang Dynasty royal family or descendants, and they have to choose one person to enter the academy to become a disciple of a certain master and form an incense relationship.

Among the more keen-minded people, it is obvious that Datang and the academy have secretly carried out some kind of unknown transaction.

Many students in the academy were attracted by this assessment to the open space in front of the library building.

An old man in a gray robe strode over from a distance, and countless people saluted slowly everywhere he went, his eyes in awe.

Academy sacrificial wine, Meng Gui.

One of the three masters.

The old man of fame looked unremarkable, with an ancient scroll in his hand, the wrinkles on his face as rough and dense as the roots of an old tree, and his eyelids lids were limp, like any ordinary country talent.

There is a table in front of it with three snow-white pieces of paper on it.

He looked at the three people in front of him, nodded, and said, "Let's get started."

An Yixing, the son of the general of Zhenbei, had no taboos and strode out.

The third prince, Li An, put his hands behind him, and his face was calm.

Seeing this scene, Li Wudi looked into the distance with some nervousness.

...

On the path leading from the academy to the library building, Shen Yu and Yan Shigu walked side by side.

"Wang Zhixuan is dead." Yan Shigu opened his mouth to speak, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, ripples rippled in front of the two of them, and the picture of Wang Zhixuan's tragic death in the exquisite mansion appeared in the ripples in the air.

Shen Yu calmly looked at it a few times and said, "That Dao Sword Dual Cultivation, Sword Technique is especial."

Yan Shigu smiled, "According to my guess, that person should be from Qingcheng Mountain."

Shen Yu sighed.

For thousands of years, there have been many Taoist monks, countless sects, and the Taoist sect is now leading the pinnacle of Taoist cultivation in the world.

Qingcheng Mountain is one of them, and it is also a major sect second only to the three Daomen holy places in scale for a hundred years.

The emerging sect is naturally determined to forge ahead, but Kunlun Yaochi is far away in Dongzu Prefecture, and Dao Sect and Qingcheng are in Zhongzhou, so the relationship between the two is naturally not much.

Of course, in Shen Yu's opinion, the relationship between the Dao Sect and any sect in the world was not good.

"Ten years ago, Qingcheng Mountain produced a cultivation genius named Wei Boyang, who was born several years higher than the current younger generation of your Dao Sect, and also fought with your Dao Sect's Fang and Yu Wenwen, and faintly gained the upper hand."

Yan Shigu said slowly, "Coupled with the precipitation in recent years, I already have the title of invincible under the iQue Realm on the rivers and lakes."

Shen Yu didn't feel anything about it.

Among the younger generation of the Dao Sect, every year of cultivation will increase exponentially, not to mention that if he guessed correctly, Yu Wenwen has already touched the edge of the threshold of the Three Realms.

As for the invincibility of the first strike...

Shen Yu looked up, and for some reason, he suddenly smiled with emotion: "I haven't heard these words for many years."

Shen Yu stopped, turned his head and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yan is afraid that I guessed something, and then he couldn't help but kill him with a sword?"

Yan Shigu calmly admitted, "Yes."

"I don't know what a grudge I have against him, but it seems my guess was correct."

Shen Yu said lightly, "You have done a lot, otherwise I may really slash him with a sword later."

The crowd in front of them suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, and at the same time, colorful lights came out.

Both stopped at the same time.

The two pieces of white paper emitted a brilliant golden light at this moment, floating in the air, it seemed that these two people were the same as Shen Yu thought, through the method of using words.

"The beacon fire shines on the north, and my heart is uneven."

The handwriting on the first white paper is vigorous and powerful, revealing the meaning of decisiveness, and as soon as the handwriting is written, the white paper blooms with brilliant 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 upright and elegant, but it was magnificent.

"If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will bloom with the peach blossoms."

These two sentences are not the slightest

Unconcealed showed the ambition in Li An's heart, a little bold and even disrespectful on this occasion, but at this moment, no one made a sound, just watched quietly.

The white paper exuded a majestic golden aura, which seemed to everyone to be a hidden emperor.

Yan Shigu didn't comment on the words, but said softly: "Although it is different from the concept of the academy, if history is used as a mirror, if Li Dian is on the throne in the future, he can indeed be regarded as a generation of strong monarchs."

Shen Yu glanced at the third prince and then shifted his gaze.

Li Wudi walked to the desk with a nervous face, picked up the brush, but did not put down the pen for a long time.

Two sheets of paper with different flavors were presented next to her, which made her a little upset.

"Meditation." A calm voice rang in her head.

Li Wushu looked up in confusion and saw a pair of eyes.

There was not the slightest flow of emotion in those eyes, like a black hole, but it calmed her heart for a moment.

A scene from yesterday flashed through her mind.

Like a ghost, Li Wushu waved his hand, and the brush flashed quickly at his fingertips.

At this moment, streams of the purest sword qi in heaven and earth emanated from Li Wu's dantian and palms.

The ethereal sword aura swept around, blowing out the two completely different auras beside him.

Countless people showed surprised faces.

This little princess actually woke up to Kenshin at this moment.

Could it be that the rumors are true, His Majesty's favorite princess Xiangcheng turned out to be a sword cultivator?

Shen Yu looked indifferent, quietly looking at the big characters.

Yan Shigu looked into the air and muttered, "Swing your sword to break the floating clouds, and all the immortals will come to the west."