Chapter 259: Where Did the Saint's Soul Come From in Bai Ye?

The aftermath of the collision dissipated, and Bai Ye's figure appeared. At this moment, he was completely shrouded in golden light, and the pupils of his eyes had disappeared, replaced by bright golden light, just like a real saint, and Yan Sheng's shadow was also in this It became a little blurry under the power, as if it was going to dissipate at any time.

The movements in Bai Ye's hands did not stop. He wrote the word "sword" with his left and right hands at the same time. In an instant, the two brushes in his hands turned into

He held the two cyan long swords firmly, and then the golden light in his body suddenly burst out. He held the swords in both hands and slashed towards Yan Sheng's phantom.

Yan Sheng Xuying also wielded the Green Lotus Sword under the control of Yan Zheng and fought against Bai Ye. Although Bai Ye held the sword with both hands, the sword skills he performed were almost the same as Yan Sheng Xuying's sword skills, but the speed was still the same as the sword moves. The power is not as powerful as Yan Sheng Xuying.

Bai Ye's cultivation level was only that of a Jinshi, and the use of the Killing Formation and various tactics had consumed most of his talent. This time, he was quickly defeated and was knocked away by Yan Sheng's phantom sword. However, Bai Ye did not give up, but got up from the ground, waved the sword in his hand again, and fought with Yan Sheng's shadow.

Soon Bai Ye's body was covered with wounds, and the golden blood dyed his clothes red, but Bai Ye did not stop, but continued to wave the long sword in his hand, fighting Yan Sheng's shadow, as if he was not the one who was injured at all. .

After all, Madman Bai always trades his life for his life.

Soon, Bai Ye turned into a bloody man, and his original white clothes were completely stained with golden blood, but Bai Ye didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and there was still determination in his eyes.

"Ninety-nine moves have been passed, and only the last move is left."

Yan Zheng said lightly. At the same time, he wrote the word "cut" again and blended it into the Green Lotus Sword. Then the Green Lotus Sword burst out with a more powerful aura, as if it was going to cut the world apart.

When Bai Ye saw this, there was no trace of panic on his face. He flashed and retreated towards the back. At the same time, he shook his right hand and the langhao pen appeared in his hand. He wrote the word "holy" and integrated it into it. into one's own blood.

This golden blood seemed to be filled with powerful power. Bai Ye's body was constantly trembling, and then a golden light shot out from his eyebrows. This golden light turned into a shadow in full view of everyone.

When Yan Sheng's shadow saw the golden shadow, he immediately stopped the collision, and the Qinglian sword in his hand also stopped slashing.

"This is the true shadow of a saint!"

Yan Zheng looked at the golden shadow between Bai Ye's eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although this phantom appears a bit blurry compared to Yan Sheng's phantom, and cannot even maintain its human form, the aura it exudes is not weak at all, and there are even faint signs of surpassing Yan Sheng's phantom.

"I finally know which saint the saint's soul in Bai Ye's body comes from." Ning Ping'an looked at the golden figure with a bit of shock in his eyes.

Duanmu Qingcang also opened the Saint's Eyes for observation, and saw that his eyes were also shining with golden light. Through the lingering talent around the shadow, he could also recognize the identity of the Saint's Soul.

After seeing the golden shadow, Yan Sheng's shadow took back the green lotus sword in his hand, and then bowed to the golden shadow, and the golden shadow also made a similar gesture in return.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Sheng's shadow turned into golden light and disappeared from everyone's sight, and the golden shadow also returned to Bai Ye's eyebrows.

"thump!"

Bai Ye had already exhausted his talent at this moment and knelt directly on the ground.

"Old teacher, brother, disciple, have you passed the test?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Ye's blood-stained mouth, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Well, you passed."

Yan Zheng said calmly, and at the same time, he waved his palm lightly towards Bai Ye, and the wounds on Bai Ye's body began to heal, and the golden blood was absorbed into his body.

"I originally thought that the phantom of the saint on your body would be the seventy-two sub-sages of my Confucian ascension. It might even be Kong Sheng, and the later Xun Sheng who ascended. After all, your saint's soul contains endless Confucianism. breath."

Yan Zheng sighed deeply and said, "But I never thought that the soul of the saint in you is actually the Legalist saint Han Sheng."

"Han Sheng was originally a disciple of Xun Sheng. He was also a very talented person in Confucianism at that time. However, due to differences in ideas, Han Sheng left Confucianism and founded Legalism. Legalism and Confucianism have the same origin. No wonder you Can make mistakes."

Ning Ping'an, who was sitting not far away watching the battle, commented slowly.

Although the injuries on Bai Ye's body looked very visceral on the outside, most of them were superficial injuries. Not long after, Bai Ye stood up from the ground, looking much more energetic.

"Thank you, Teacher, for showing mercy and helping this disciple."

Bai Ye bowed his hands to Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng waved his hand and said: "Your strength has already reached the level of Jinshi, and your talent is incredible. It's beyond my expectation that you can persist for so long this time. Ordinary scholars can't hold on at all." But I didn’t have any of my subordinates to appreciate my ten moves.”

A smile appeared on Bai Ye's face. His teacher was always like this, with a sharp mouth and a tofu heart.

I saw Bai Ye facing Yan Zheng with his hands raised, kneeling on the ground, "Bai Ye, the unfilial disciple, came to say goodbye to the teacher today.

The disciple is going to look for Yingzhou. There is no timetable for returning from this trip. I hope the teacher will take good care of yourself. Please forgive the disciple for not being able to fulfill his filial piety and let the disciple go. "

Yan Zheng looked at Bai Ye, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes. Decades ago, in order to find a way to cure his wife Meng Ruo, he also knelt down and begged his master to let him leave Confucius Sheng Academy. In the end, his master agreed to him.

This moment is exactly like that time, except that the roles of those who left then and those who leave now are reversed.

"The Master said: If your parents are here, you will have to travel well if you don't travel far away. Although I am not your biological father, you have been by my side for fifteen years, and I have treated you as my own son. Bai Ye, this behavior teacher can help you Very rarely, if you are really in danger, just send a message to the teacher and I will come as soon as possible. "

Yan Zheng sighed slightly and spoke slowly.

"Disciple, thank you teacher for your love."

"Get up."

"yes."

Bai Ye stood up slowly, bowed his hands to Ci Song and Mr. Yi, and then turned to leave.

Ci Song also took out Bai Ye's luggage from the jade pendant at the right time, "Senior Brother Bai, wait a minute."

Bai Ye turned around and saw Ci Song handing the luggage to him, "Senior Brother Bai, this is the luggage I packed for you according to Dean Yan's instructions. Those books placed by your bed, I It’s all in your luggage, please take it.”

Bai Ye took the bag with a touch of emotion in his eyes. It turned out that his teacher had already planned to let him go.