The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

What's wrong?

Su Yi calmly concentrated, and the power of his spiritual thoughts swept out, sensing the majestic hall on the first floor of the pagoda inch by inch.

This hall is extremely vast and can accommodate thousands of monks chanting sutras and meditating here. Thirty-six stone pillars stand, each of which is engraved with obscure and mysterious Sanskrit.

Um?

When Su Yi's spiritual mind explored a place close to the depth of twenty feet, he suddenly felt a sense of stagnation, and the scene of a large formation emerged in his mind.

"It turns out to be a large formation that conceals aura..."

Suddenly, Su Yi suddenly understood the reason why something was wrong.

"Be careful, there is a large formation covering this place. If I predict correctly, it should be the layout of the Buddhist temple in Shanglin Temple."

Su Yi warned softly.

And he used the power of his spiritual thoughts to calmly sense the mystery of the hidden formation.

Ning Sihua, Mu Xi, and Lan Suo were all awe-inspiring, and they all used their weapons at the same time.

Ning Sihua held the Green Flame Waning Moon Halberd in her back hand, and floating in the palm of her left hand was a bright red flying sword that was as slender as a swimming fish.

Mu Xi mastered the golden war spear, and his energy was ready to go.

The most exaggerated one was Lan Suo. She took out a secret talisman jade pendant and hung it on her chest. She inserted a spiritual golden flying knife into her waist and coiled a small jade sword with purple air between her hair. , and took out a pair of wristbands engraved with intricate talisman and cloud patterns...

After thinking about it, she seemed to be worried about holding a thick stack of Yuandao jade talismans in each hand. Then she exhaled with satisfaction, her clear eyes filled with excitement, and she was eager to try it.

This scene almost blinded Mu Xi!

I’ve seen someone who was fully armed, but I’ve never seen someone whose whole body was covered with spiritual treasures!

Ning Sihua looked strange. If this was a fighting style, should it be called... a money-splitting style?

Seeming to be a little uncomfortable with the gazes of the two people, Lan Suo said in a panic:

"When I went out, the elders in the family insisted on giving it to me. They said that girls were out and they had to protect themselves. Well... don't make a fuss..."

Ning Sihua and Mu Xi both looked away and sighed in their hearts, people are born without waiting!

Clang!

At this time, Su Yi suddenly waved the Xuanwu sword in his hand and slashed out with one strike.

A blue sword energy flew across the sky, carrying a mysterious and unpredictable rhyme, and struck the void twenty feet away.

boom!

Rain of light splashed, countless symbols emerged, and a large array filled with golden Buddha light appeared in everyone's field of vision.

And as Su Yi's sword slashed down, it was like hitting a snake seven inches away, and the magnificent golden formation immediately shattered like paper and disappeared suddenly.

"this……"

"Who is so bold as to dare to ruin such a big thing as ours?"

A burst of angry and noisy sounds sounded.

They saw a group of monks standing deep in the hall, all looking at Su Yi and the others with angry faces.

"The fact that all the benefactors arrived here alive is beyond the humble monk's expectation."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

The one who spoke was clearly Jue Heng.

There were seventeen monks beside him, and each of them exuded the aura fluctuations belonging to the Xiantian Martial Sect.

Especially the old monk with white eyebrows and white beard in the lead, whose aura was the most obscure, was far more terrifying than the other seventeen people.

Farther away in the hall, a fierce battle was taking place.

It was a handsome young monk, dressed in coarse cloth monk robes, with a solemn appearance.

He held the purple gold alms bowl in one hand and waved a bright white sword with the other hand. The Buddha's light all over his body was blazing, bright and powerful.

What is surprising is that the young monk

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His opponent was actually a golden dragon that was about ten feet long and exuded a terrifying aura!

Waves of dragon roars surged like thunder, and the terrifying dragon power spread like a landslide and tsunami from the foot-long dragon.

Looking at it from a distance makes it difficult to breathe.

"Are there really dragons in this world?"

Mu Xi was shocked and her scalp was numb.

Ning Sihua and Lan Suo were both shocked by this scene. These monks from Shanglin Temple actually wanted to subdue the dragon here! !

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it?

"There are indeed dragons in this world, but the one you see in front of you is not a real dragon, but the power revealed by a drop of blood essence and blood of a real dragon."

Su Yi's deep eyes shined.

Real dragon!

One of the most ancient and supreme terrifying creatures among the true spirit beasts, its power is unpredictable. It is like a god living in the world, possessing incredible magical powers.

Even in the eyes of the Imperial Realm monks, the existence of the true dragon is also a peerless and dangerous character, too powerful to be imagined.

These creatures are endowed with extraordinary talents and are born with great luck. They can disturb the starry sky even if they are small, but they can hide in the dim light, soar in the clouds and mist, and move across the starry sky!

However, true dragons are extremely rare and mysterious, and almost only exist in vague legends.

In the vast wilderness of Kyushu, in the endless years from ancient times to the present, only a handful of people have actually seen such mysterious creatures!

Most of the time, all the news about real dragons are just rumors.

Although Su Yi respected the Great Wilderness Nine Provinces in his previous life, he only saw the lair left by a true dragon and picked up some broken dragon scales.

He has never seen a living real dragon.

But now, in the ruins deep in the Baosha Monster Mountain, in the nine-story pagoda on the top of the dragon-shaped mountain, a dragon shape derived from a drop of true dragon blood appears!

This surprised and surprised Su Yi.

You should know that this is the secular world!

While Su Yi was thinking about it, eighteen monks from Shanglin Temple had gathered around him, and each one was intimidating.

"There is great danger here. Please return to the original route. Don't risk your own life because of this."

The leader, the old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, clasped his hands together and spoke solemnly. His voice was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, giving off an air that could not be refused.

Su Yi laughed and said, "Monk, how about I help you overcome this danger?"

The white-browed old monk said expressionlessly: "You have been able to reach this place all the way, and you must be extraordinary. But if you don't listen to dissuasion and persist in persevering, you will be killed."

At this moment, Lan Suo looked at the young monk in the distance and suddenly said:

"Elder Jinghe, I am Lan Suo, the successor of Donghua Sword Sect, and my master is 'Master Yunlang'. If we start a war, it will not be good for both of us. In my opinion, it is better for us to fight side by side to suppress that dragon-shaped beast." , how about sharing this opportunity equally?"

The expressions of the white-browed old monk and others changed slightly.

Master Yunlang!

This is the supreme elder of the Donghua Sword Sect who has the highest combat power! One of the three most powerful sword masters in the Qin Dynasty, he is powerful all over the world!

But now, Master Yunlang's direct disciple is here, who dares to ignore him?

Looking at the expressions of those monks, Mu Xi knew that Master Lan Suo's signature was quite intimidating.

But unexpectedly, the young monk Jing He who was fighting fiercely in the distance snorted and said:

"Don't say that you are just a disciple of Master Yunlang. Even if Master Yunlang came in person today, you would not be able to snatch creation from my hands at Shanglin Temple!"

The words were sonorous and decisive.

Lan Suo's expression froze, and a hint of embarrassment appeared between her delicate eyebrows. She seemed to have never expected that this Shang Lin

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Jing He, the elder of Jianglong Hall in the temple, was so disrespectful.

The expressions of the white-browed old monk and others became cold and cold.

"Everyone, please leave!"

The old monk with white eyebrows spoke in a deep voice, his eyes were like lightning, and he was intimidating.

The other monks all looked bad.

"As a Buddhist cultivator, my murderous intention and greed are so strong, I am no different from those evil demons."

Su Yi shook his head for a while.

In his previous life, he had discussed sutras and Taoism with a great master from the "Xiaoxitian", the first holy place for Buddhist cultivation. Su Yi was amazed and admired by his magnanimity, magnanimity and wisdom.

In comparison, the monks in front of me seemed so miserable that they were not even worthy of being called Buddhists.

"You evildoer, you still dare to talk so arrogantly, you deserve to go to hell and have your tongue pulled out!"

Jue Heng shouted angrily. He had fought against Su Yi before and had a grudge in his heart. When he saw Su Yi slandering them, he immediately became angry.

Su Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense. He raised the Xuanwu Sword in his hand and struck out from the air.

Uh-huh!

The sword energy was brilliant, like a cyan rainbow, and it slashed towards Jue Heng with an unparalleled fierce aura.

The white-browed old monk frowned and struck out with a palm in the air.

Buzz!

A palm print with golden light flowing around it was condensed, the size of a millstone, shining brightly and with great power.

But when Fu Yi and Su Yi's sword energy collided, the palm print with golden light was immediately cut in half, causing a deafening explosion.

But Su Yi's sword energy remained unabated and slashed straight at Jue Heng.

Jue Heng subconsciously dodged and avoided.

boom! ! !

The sword energy struck the place where Jue Heng was originally standing, and a dazzling sword light burst out. When it spread wildly, it stung Jue Heng's skin and caused pain, and his face couldn't help but change.

There was only one sword, but its power was so great that the white-browed old monk and the others were all stunned, realizing how powerful Su Yi was.

"You will not live if you do your own evil. Junior brothers, please work with me to destroy these evil obstacles and eliminate harm to the world!"

The white-browed old monk spoke in a deep voice.

"Good!"

The other seventeen monks proclaimed the name of Buddha in unison.

Then, these monks from Shanglin Temple in Great Qin, all with innate martial arts, attacked boldly.

Boom!

The power on their bodies surged, their clothes swayed, and they presented spiritual weapons such as knives, Zen staffs, rulers, long sticks, magic swords, alms bowls, etc.

Then, their figures swayed, and in just an instant, they turned into a battle formation with stern appearance and terrifying aura.

Lan Suo's pretty face changed slightly, and she quickly transmitted the message: "This is the 'Fuhuhu Arhat Formation' of the Arhat Hall of Shanglin Temple. It is performed by eighteen innate martial sects. Their auras are connected with each other, and their power is powerful enough to trap the gods on land." figure!"

This is not an exaggeration. Many years ago, in the Qin Dynasty, there was a land immortal figure who was trapped by the "Fuhuhu Arhat Formation" of Shanglin Temple. Although he finally escaped, he was seriously injured and dying!

boom!

While talking, the white-browed old monk and others came together with the power of the battle formation to kill them. Each one of them was shining with light, their treasures were solemn, and their power was terrifying.

There are clearly eighteen people, but they work together seamlessly and seamlessly, giving people a sense of impeccability.

At that moment, Ning Sihua and Mu Xi's pupils both focused.

Su Yi showed a hint of disdain.

"Is this worthy of talking about a battle formation? It's nothing more than a crude combined attack technique that can be broken with one sword."

As soon as the indifferent voice sounded, Su Yi had already stepped forward.

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