Under the blue sky.

The sword light from the remnant soul of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was so bright that it became brighter.

It seemed as if it was about to cover the world.

The sword spirit and momentum are getting stronger and stronger.

As one goes up and down, the situation of Baili Yixian becomes precarious.

The sword heart was shaking under oppression. If you were not careful, what would await him would be a life of death, or even a life of ten deaths.

"It turns out that for so many years, I have been walking alone on the wrong path. I insist on perfection, but I missed the opportunity to appreciate all the beauty and ugliness of time. Only beauty but not ugliness, how can I know what to be ugly? How can I know whether my kendo is really perfect?"

Baili Yixian muttered to himself, looking like he was in a state of dismay.

It seems that it is possible to collapse at any time.

"So, I always thought I had approached perfect kendo, just because I didn't realize my imperfection at all..."

For this kind of sword cultivator who is extremely passionate about swords, the sword heart is the most stable, but also the most fragile.

On weekdays, it seems that no matter what is in the world, it is impossible to affect the clear mind of the sword.

However, once a flaw appears, it will be destruction and destruction.

Just as Baili Yixian felt that he was about to collapse, suddenly, another sword intent soared into the sky.

The momentum is so strong that it is not inferior to the sword intent left by the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords.

Two sword intents appeared under the sky at the same time.

Punching side by side, fighting against each other.

In an instant, Baili Yixian's originally shaking steps suddenly stabilized.

He raised his head suddenly, and his blood-covered eyes gradually returned to clearness.

Jianxin, who was about to collapse, also returned to peace bit by bit.

"I didn't expect that I hadn't protected my disciple yet, but I was saved by my disciple..."

He shook his head and muttered to himself.

A smile of relief appeared on his face.

He raised his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his white sleeves.

The bright red blood was like a plum blossom blooming on the white robe.

"The sword path is endless, and any sword intent does not represent the only one. My sword path is my choice and my life. Why bother with it? The so-called perfection is without absoluteness. Tianyan Sijiu can always give the people a chance to escape because of the escape. It is better to have a clear conscience to pursue absolute perfection."

He said this to himself.

As the sound rang out, the broken sword heart completely condensed.

Not only did it recover as usual, it even solidified more than before.

In a trance, he felt that his mood that had been stagnant for a long time seemed to have taken a little distance forward again.

Although it was just a little bit, like a thread, this kind of entry still made Baili Yixian ecstatic.

"The roads are three thousand, and the roads are the same as each other, and the roads are the same as each other! Haha..."

After saying this, Baili Yixian couldn't help laughing loudly.

It seems that I have figured out a lot just now.

Seeing this scene, the old sword saint nodded slightly.

Although Baili Yixian overcomes his obsession, there is a reason for chance.

But opportunities are also achieved by yourself.

"Old Sect Master, now you see, is it your disciple who is very talented or my disciple who is very qualified?"

Baili Yixian, who recovered his sword heart, was less cold and more warm than before.

He raised his hand and pointed at a sword light under the sky.

Compared with the sword light of the ancestor of Wanjian Jue Sect, this sword is not stunning enough or dazzling enough.

It gives people the feeling that it lacks sufficient foundation and support.

But the sword intent contained in the sword light is no less than that.

At best, it is just because the sword energy is not enough to support such a domineering and powerful sword intent.

"You mean, this sword intent belongs to your disciple?"

At this moment, the old sword saint was shocked.

That kind of surprise is a kind of shock from the soul.

The sword intent that could be side by side with the ancestor was actually released by that little girl.

For him, this news could not be believed at all.

You know, that is the strongest sword cultivator from ancient times to the present.

The sword intent is left behind, even after years of separation, no one can overcome it.

Not only no one can cross, but even those who are shoulder to shoulder have never appeared.

The scene I saw in front of me was far beyond his expectations.

It can be said that it subverted his cognition.

I didn't expect that there was such a powerful sword intent in the world that could compete with the ancestors, but it was no less than that.

Moreover, he is just a little girl.

"No, although this sword intent is powerful and domineering, it is not so stable and seems a little scattered..."

The old sword saint was immersed in his mind and felt the new sword intent.

The more you experience it, the more shocked you are.

However, the feeling this sword intent gave him was not concise enough.

Moreover, it seems that two completely opposite ideas are merged.

"Haha, you're right. My disciple's sword intent has not been fully formed yet, but even so, just a prototype is enough to amaz the world and intimidate the heroes..."

Speaking of this, Baili Yixian couldn't help laughing loudly again.

"Haha, what I am most proud of is my swordsmanship. Now I have only realized it. It turns out that the greatest achievement of my Baili Yixian in my life should be to accept Le'er as an apprentice..."

In his tone, there was indescribable satisfaction.

Hearing this, the two geniuses of Wanjian Jue Sect behind him couldn't help but look horrified.

In particular, the proud disciple who closed the door showed an incredible expression.

Before, he entered the Tianjue Sword Tomb and went deeper into the tomb of the ancestor step by step, and stayed for twenty-three days.

Not only did he resonate with the sword intent of the ancestor, but he also comprehended for a long time.

Such an achievement was the first time.

This made the entire Wanjian Jue Sect excited.

But now, the opponent that he had never met, Baili Yixian's apprentice, has actually reached the deepest point.

Not only that, it also revealed a trace of the ancestor's obsession with remnant souls.

What's even more terrifying is that the sword intent released by the opponent can vaguely compete with the ancestor.

Such an opponent made him feel a sense of despair.

Despair, deep despair.

I thought I was the unparalleled swordsman.

Born innately, born in swordsmanship.

But when I saw this scene, I realized that compared to the opponent I had never met, I was nothing.

"This... could this be a mistake... It's impossible. Your Baili Yixian's sword intent cannot match the ancestor, let alone your disciple..."

The old sword saint trembled and his heart was filled with storm.

Hearing this, Baili Yixian laughed wildly at the sky.

"Who said that the disciple is definitely not as good as the master? My Baili Yixian's disciple must be stronger than me. Otherwise, if even I, as a master, cannot surpass it, then what's the use of accepting disciples?"

The arrogant sword god even had a very different standard for accepting disciples.

After laughing for a while, Baili Yixian looked at the old sword saint with a spirit of spirit.

"Look, my apprentice, now the sword intent is so strong. It's just a matter of time to pass by me as a master. The facts are right now, it's not useful if you just deny it...hahaha..."

"Fortunately, if you have such a disciple, I, Baili Yixian, are so lucky!"

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To be continued...