The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

On the square of the Nanhua Sect, all the sword cultivators who had lost their swords could no longer care about their grief.

After Wen Fuyue was dragged into another dimension by that unknown thing, they could only deduce from the monster's curses that Wen Fuyue must have been rescued.

They breathed a sigh of relief, and only Yun Yici, Rong Xuan, and Xie Qianjue remained in the light screen.

Although they had the spiritual swords that flew into it as a support, the demons could have clearly turned the trident from an illusion into reality earlier.

Even Wen Fuyue couldn't withstand it, so how could three Foundation Establishment disciples possibly stand a chance?

Many of his fellow students, who attended classes with Yun Yici and others in the academy every day, were already weeping uncontrollably.

Ning Tinglan stared at the light screen like an ice sculpture, her eyes unblinking.

Gu Ruyi lowered her breath and said, "Have those Supreme Elders not been invited out yet?"

Yan Jing, standing to the side, shook his head and said, "The elders have been living in seclusion for a long time, and we can't get them to come out anytime soon."

The mistakes that occurred during the selection process were unexpected, and now this demon is deliberately provoking them.

Meanwhile, those outside were completely helpless, unable to do anything about the demon hiding in the illusion of the Buddha-Demon Tower.

In particular, they collectively lost their swords.

From today onwards, the Nanhua Sect will likely become a laughing stock in the entire cultivation world.

A somber atmosphere spread silently until Yun Yici's voice came from the light screen.

"I'll risk my life to borrow your sword. Once it's done, you won't regret it."

The girl's clear voice reached everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help but look up in the direction of the sound.

The crowd that had been staring at the figure on the light screen finally shifted their attention to the spirit sword beside Yun Yici.

The elder weapon cultivator who had chased after them from the Sword Pavilion exclaimed in surprise, "It's Huai Chuan! That's Huai Chuan!"

"Aaaaaah, that's the sword that snatched my sword away."

The wailing disciple was shoved hard by the disciple next to him: "Are you out of your mind? This is no time to argue about this!"

Chu Chen and the others stood beside Gu Ruyi, surprised, and asked, "What does she want to do? Does she think the Huaichuan Sword can kill that demon?"

Having witnessed the entire event, they realized that Wen Fuyue was suppressed by the demons because she lacked favorable timing and location.

But wasn't there a spirit that could also travel between dimensions within the tower just now?

If Wen Fuyue could get its help, this calamity might be averted.

The demon had also considered this point, which is why it turned its attention to Yun Yici and the others, aiming to force out Wen Fuyue, who was searching for his location with the tower spirit.

This is a difficult choice.

Either Wen Fuyue would watch her disciples die, or she would abandon her plan and come out to die with them.

Looking at the serious-looking girl on the screen, Lin Qinyin whispered, "It's no use. The Huaichuan Sword has been in the Sword Pavilion for so many years, and it has never shown any intention of choosing a master."

In fact, when Huai Chuan first arrived at Jian Ge, the sword cultivators of Nan Hua Sect hoped that Huai Chuan would acknowledge him as their master.

Today, Huaichuan has basically become a symbolic icon, which is carefully preserved by Jiange.

Even with this selection tournament, although it was said that the top three would have the opportunity to test their swordsmanship, in reality, none of them had high hopes that any of their disciples could impress Huai Chuan.

Yun Yici's invitation to Huaichuan was not well-received by anyone.

However, to everyone's surprise, the unruly spirit sword obediently handed its hilt to the girl.

This scene shocked everyone.

The elder who had been in charge of the Sword Pavilion for many years looked excited. "This female disciple is able to make Huai Chuan recognize her as his master. She must have extraordinary abilities. Perhaps she even has the talent of the Sword Immortal Shen back then."

Yan Jing, standing beside her, took a deep breath. "Even if Shen Huaichuan were alive, she would still need time to grow up. I just hope she doesn't act rashly and obediently stays alive while waiting for her master."

As soon as Yan Jing finished speaking, the disciples exclaimed in surprise. It turned out that the wall made of spirit swords in front of Yun Yici had collapsed.

Outside the wall were white-haired, red-eyed monsters with malevolent intent in their eyes.

One man and one demon, so close they could barely touch.

The sword spirit of Huaichuan said, "You might die."

Yun Yici was unhappy. "Be good, say something nice before the fight to the death."

The sword spirit of Huaichuan said, "..."

It felt that it might be possessed by an evil spirit, or perhaps the will she conveyed to it was somewhat as firm as Shen Xiu's back then.

The man who had abandoned his own name and named himself after the sword.

Huai Chuan couldn't help but think, "If only that person were here."

It's too old to watch another young swordsman grow up.

Yun Yici's reaction surprised the demon; the woman in front of him stood before him with such composure and dignity.

Behind her, a spiritual sword swirled, its cries and howls intertwining, as if it were helping her.

The demon said, "What? Aren't you going to run away?"

Yun Yici said, "You're the one who should be running away. Do you know what this sword in my hand is called?"

The monster showed no interest in this, and its trident gradually materialized in its hand.

If Wen Fuyue hadn't appeared, he could still enjoy the time spent chasing his prey, but now he had lost all patience.

He said dismissively, "What are you yelling for? Calling for help?"

The demon arrogantly swung its trident down heavily on Yun Yici's head.

In the instant Yun Yici dodged, a gleaming sword shot out from above her head, directly blocking the demon's attack.

Wen Fuyue, her white robes stained with blood and her sleeves fluttering, subdued the demon's trident with a single sword strike.

The monster exclaimed in disbelief, "You found me so quickly..."

The scoundrels who had been hiding behind the Buddha-Demon Pagoda have finally revealed their true colors.

Seeing that Wen Fuyue had found his hiding place, he gritted his teeth and decided to give up the trident that Wen Fuyue had subdued.

He gave a chilling smile: "So what if you found me? You're just like us, forever trapped in the Buddha-Demon Tower! The entire Buddha-Demon Tower is under my control, and you..."

It's now! !

Yun Yici's clear and beautiful eyes were filled with killing intent as she slashed out with Huai Chuan sword.

The instant she swung her sword, the sword technique that Shen Huaichuan had planted in her sea of ​​consciousness transformed into a golden light, replacing her spiritual power and directly flowing into Huaichuan's sword.

The familiar and surging sword intent made Huai Chuan's sword tremble with excitement.

The sword spirit of Huaichuan asked in astonishment, "You are...?"

Before it could think further, the sword's chilling light pierced the sky with a single strike, causing the world to lose its color.

The domineering demon was reduced to dust the moment it touched the shimmering white sword light, without even having time to utter a scream.

The overwhelming sword intent poured outwards like a surging river in an instant.

The people of Nanhua Sect only saw Yun Yici wielding Huaichuan and killing the demon, and then the entire sky turned into a white light.

Before anyone could react, countless tiny cracks appeared on the light screen.

A pure white sword light shone from the crack, so dazzling that it almost brought tears to one's eyes.

Countless spirit swords flew out of the crack, and the crack grew larger and larger as the indomitable spirit swords struggled to break free.

The illusion of the Buddha-Demon Tower—the cage that imprisoned them—finally shattered.

Huai Chuan watched as his spirit sword underlings happily ran towards their sword master.

It couldn't help but recall its first meeting with Shen Huaichuan many years ago.

—My name is Shen Xiu, what's yours?

——Huaichuan.

At that moment, Huai Chuan suddenly wanted to know the girl's name.