Chapter 13: Nine Soul Sword Art

Eighteen strokes!
Eighteen tricks! He can't even touch the side of White Night!
People around were dumbfounded.
"Ah!!!" Mo Qinghong rushed madly, intending to continue the attack.
"It's over!"
Bai Ye's eyes were cold, and he suddenly pressed his hand to his waist.
At this moment, his whole aura was different.
sword!
Yes, at this moment, he is like a sword, a sword that wants to break the world, a sword that is trying to unscath!
Those eyes are full of fierceness!
The aura of terror was like a flood, flooding the entire Dragon Tiger Terrace.
"He wants to draw a sword!"
The audience exclaimed.
Mo Qinghong's heart twitched, and he immediately held a gun to defend, but at this moment, he found that his limbs were filled with heavy lead, and his breathing was also heavy and depressed, as if he was restrained by something.
At this moment, a flash of cold light that resembled lightning flashed before his eyes, and the entire ring was covered by ice.
Bai Ye's palm shook, and when he looked at it clearly, he was already holding the sword in one hand, the sword pointed at the sky, and a trace of blood ran across the icy blade.
No one can see the movements of drawing and swinging the sword...
fast!
So fast! !
It's beyond lightning!
He drew his sword before Mo Qinghong defended.
Mo Qinghong stepped back two steps, his eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, just about to continue rushing up, suddenly, the spear in his hand slipped and his neck tightened, there was a blood gap there, and a lot of blood gushed out from inside.
He covered his neck, his mouth was huge, and after struggling a few times, he collapsed.
Mo Qinghong! dead! !
He declared the Quartet with his death, he was defeated!
People looked at Longhutai in shock.
This is the tenth master of the Dragon Tiger List!
Lost like this?
Just die like this? No mercy!
If you walk in the white night, you can win so easily without breathing?
Bai Zhi's heart was ashamed, her eyes widened, she stood motionless in the crowd.
She was hoping to rely on Mo Qinghong's lesson to teach Bai Ye, so as to give her father a sigh of anger, and she hoped to slam him under her feet to prove that she was the first genius of the Bai family. But now, everything is ruined, Mo Qinghong has become a cold corpse, and Bai Ye never cared about her from beginning to end...
Bai Ye looked down on her at all!
This man she had never noticed before is now so stalwart...
The scene was silent, and many people had never recovered from the lightning strike just now.
Is this a disciple who just started?
This is the one who defeated the Los Angeles genius Ye Qian?
"Interesting! In this white night, although his strength is equal to Mo Qinghong, he is good at fighting psychological warfare. He is good at insight into the opponent's weakness and flaws. First, he angered Mo Qinghong with words, made him confused, and then used his advantage. One hit kills! Fun and fun!"
Lin Zhengshu in the crowd smiled and murmured.
Bai Ye took off Mo Qinghong's storage ring and jumped off the ring. The people around him seemed to be shocked by the momentum, and back again and again. Especially the people who mocked Bai Ye before, were even more scared to sit on the ground.
Bai Ye snorted and left along the path. The crowd boiled when he walked far away.
"Is this the white night that defeated Ye Qian?"
"This is already the second person of the same clan to die in the hands of Bai Ye."
"He defeated Mo Qinghong and became the new tenth best player on the Dragon and Tiger Ranking!"
No one dares to underestimate this person.
In the distance on the mountain, two figures are looking over here.
"Sect Master, is this okay? Why do people of the same clan kill each other?" Gu Cao said in a low voice, feeling unbearable.
"People of the same clan should indeed live together peacefully. My Soulless Sect should not be full of violence, but since I take over as the lord, I understand that the Soulless Sect will not be peaceful. If they do not adapt to the law of the weak and the strong, In the days to come, it will only be them themselves." Sect Master sighed.
"Sect Master, you seem to have something to say?"
"Don't ask more." Sect Master turned to leave.
Gu Cao hugged his fists: "Then this white night...is it specially cultivated?"
"No, it's up to him."
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Mo Qinghong was defeated in Bai Ye, and news of the tragic death of Dragon Tiger Platform spread throughout the Soulless Sect. Bai Ye's reputation once again affected the sect, and even caused waves outside the sect.
In just a few months, this man was already a big red man in Los Angeles and the Soulless Sect, and his fame became purple, like the sky.
But Bai Ye didn't care about all this at all.
After daily meditation and practice, he will go to the wooden house alone and redeem some "soul pill". Now he goes to the wooden house, no one dares to stop him, even if there are other people in the dragon and tiger list, he will not stop him. Disturb the white night.
The rules set by the top ten experts on the Dragon Tiger List have now been completely broken by him.
After redeeming a hundred ‘Fa Soul Pill’, the person went to Shuge.
The books on the first floor have not attracted much interest from him. His goal is the second floor of the book pavilion.
"If you want to enter the second floor, you need to go through a test. Those who are weak will not be allowed to enter."
Just as Bai Ye approached the second-floor stairs, the old man lying on the chair and nap over there suddenly made a sound.
Bai Ye clasped his fists: "I don't know what test the senior said?"
"There." The old man pointed to a stone tablet at the entrance of the stairs: "Try your strength. Different impacts on the stone tablet will produce different halos. Gray is a fail, green is a pass, blue is good, and purple is excellent. You can go up if you pass."
When Bai Ye heard it, he looked at the stele. It was a very ordinary stele with many lines all over it.
"let me try."
He walked to the stele and took a deep breath.
The disciples on the first floor looked towards it.
"That person seems to be White Night?"
"Is that the white night that defeated Mo Qinghong?"
"Hehe, I want to go to the second floor. It's ridiculous. Many brothers in the inner sect are not qualified."
"Wait for the joke."
People whispered.
But at this moment, the violent spirit power suddenly swept out of Bai Ye's body.
People were shocked.
boom!
The muffled sound raged on the floor.
The old man who was resting slightly opened his eyes and saw that the stone stele at the top of the stairs emitted a faint green light. Although the green was white, it was still green.
The people around were dumbfounded.
"Senior, please appraise it." Bai Ye breathed out, breathing slightly, he used a lot of soul power and brute force to make such a halo, the strength of this stone tablet was amazing.
"Passed, go up." The old man said lightly.
Bai Ye nodded and walked up.
"By the way, every Eternal Soul Sect disciple has only two chances to step into the second floor. You must remember and cherish the opportunity. The above cheats were brought by the Sect Master himself. Some of them are extraordinary. "The old man spoke again, his voice fell, and he closed his eyes again, as if he had fallen asleep.
Sect Master brought the Soul Extremist Sect himself? What do you mean? Where did you bring it from?
Bai Ye lowered his head to meditate for a while, once again held his fist at the old man, and then trot upstairs.
There were originally five barriers at the entrance of the stairs, but they were automatically eliminated when the white night approached. If you don't enter through the stele, you might be blocked by this barrier.
There was no one on the second floor. According to the old man, there were only two opportunities for each person, which is very precious.
"Fortunately, I came early, there is still a lot of time before the library is closed."
With a murmur, Bai Ye began to look through the bookcase.
The exercises are divided into grades. For example, the previously learned "Jinghong Footwork" and "Shine Sword Art" are listed as the lowest human level because they do not operate soul power, and the "Frost White God Fist" passed down by the Bai family is Yuan Level, Yuan-level exercises already involve soul power. As for the level of "King Kong Immortal", Bai Ye doesn't know, but it is definitely not Yuan-level. The Tibetan level and Langya level above may be possible. At the universe level... This kind of exercise has been able to attract the focus of the soul cultivator, once it appears, it will be a storm, and ordinary people can't touch it.
Books can’t be taken away. They are too greedy and can’t chew them. Bai Ye rummaged around, but was shocked to find that most of the exercises here are Yuan level, the lowest level, there are countless Tibetan levels, even Langya level has two books, but that It is a foreign boxing technique. Although it is powerful, it requires a very high level of cultivation to practice.
"Ok?"
Bai Ye's gaze fell on a thin sword book in the corner. The sword book was very old and the characters on it were mottled, but what made Bai Ye quite concerned was that there were some blood stains on it.
""Nine Souls Sword Art"?"
When I opened the reading, it only recorded the three forms of sword moves and a mental method about the soul of the sky. Although the content was not much, it was quite profound. I read it carefully by the white night.
"Take the soul power as the sword, and the sword as the soul, which is regarded as the soul of the sword. The soul sword will kill the thousand army, and the soul of the sword will be proud of the nine days?" Bai Ye said the words above, and his blood was surging: "It's so domineering, the sword Soul, soul sword, do you use heaven soul as sword? I have never heard of this kind of thing."
He continued to flip.
People are stuck in it unconsciously.
Time passed quickly, and people didn't even notice it.
"Why? Do you like this swordsmanship?"
I don't know when, an old voice rang behind Bai Ye.
He was stunned, and turned his head hurriedly, only to see that the old man who was taking a nap had come up.
"Senior, why are you here?" Bai Ye said in surprise.
"It's time to close the pavilion." The old man said lightly.
"So fast?" Bai Ye was surprised.
The old man did not answer, but continued to ask: "Did you choose this exercise?"
"What's wrong?"
"There is nothing wrong with it, but if you want to learn this exercise, you still need to be diligent. If you don't practice well, it is a personal level exercise.
"Is that done?" Bai Ye asked.
"Finished?" The old man paused, shook his head, but didn't answer. He just waved and said calmly: "Okay, leave the pavilion, I want to clean it up."
"This... Senior, didn't you say that every disciple has two opportunities? The junior wants to use another opportunity in exchange for tonight's reading time, do you think it's okay?"
Bai Ye said earnestly, he was completely fascinated by this sword book, he couldn't finish reading it, and his heart was itchy.
"This book is so thin that ordinary people can write it down after an hour without it. Why do you spend so much time?" the old man wondered.
Bai Ye smiled, opened the book, pointed to the vague little people drawn on it, and said: "The meaning of the words can be remembered in the mind and thought about slowly, but the paintings in this book need to observe the original work. Understand the essence."
The old man nodded, was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Boy, have you heard of the Heavenly Soul mutation?"
"Heaven soul mutation?" Bai Ye thought about it for a while, and said: "I heard people talk about it before, but I don't know whether it is true or false.
"You are in a small place, and I have never heard of it being normal. I tell you that the Heavenly Soul mutation exists. You can use your last chance to continue to watch this book. How much you can learn is up to you."
The old man said, turned and left.
When Bai Ye heard the sound, he was suspicious, but still hurriedly clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior."
No one disturbed, Bai Ye was immersed in this "Nine Soul Sword Art" again.
"It's no wonder that the senior suddenly mentioned the mutation of the heavenly soul. It turns out that this sword tactic contains the method to mutate the heavenly soul. If the heavenly soul cannot mutate, you will not be able to comprehend the profound meaning of soul power. power."
Bai Ye sat cross-legged and meditated.
He tried to follow the contents of the sword tactics, and the gluttonous heavenly soul sitting on the sixth heaven immediately regained consciousness and roared.
The prerequisite for the mutation of the heavenly soul is to recast the soul palace.
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(Collect a lot~)
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