The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

Although he was disdainful, Su Yi was not careless.

After all, it is an ancient evil spirit that can be sealed in the body of the sword and remain immortal to this day. The power it controls is destined to be extraordinary.

Su Yi's eyes were deep and he whispered in his heart that it was indeed time to end...

When a battle comes to a competition of trump cards, there is no point in continuing.

On Shuyun Lake, blood-colored and strange mist filled the air.

Uh-huh!

Huo Tiandu's soul was seen emerging from the broken body, and then he jumped into the scarlet and strange Mingshuang Ancient Sword.

"kill!"

Suddenly, the sword seemed to come alive. Driven by the power of Huo Tiandu's soul, it rose across the sky and slashed at Su Yi.

boom!

It was as if the whole world was trembling, and an unparalleled evil and domineering sword energy surged into the sky, raging like a storm. It looked extremely dazzling on the Shuyun Lake in this night.

On the shore of the lake, countless monks were shocked and frightened.

In their field of vision, in the blood-colored mist that filled the sky, there was an unparalleled evil sword energy flying across the sky. There seemed to be a vague shadow like an evil god laughing wantonly, with a fierce power that shook the sky.

Just watching from a distance can make people despair.

In the tea shed, Weng Jiu could no longer hold back, and his figure rose out of thin air, trying to rush into the lake for rescue.

At this moment——

Clang!

A vast and ethereal sword chant sounded, like the sound of nature from the ancient times, and like the first ray of the great moral sound when the chaos first opened.

Weng Jiu's heart trembled, and his standing figure became stiff.

In a daze, he seemed to see Su Yi's tall figure in the center of Soyun Lake, which seemed to suddenly become taller and boundless.

His green robe was like jade, his black hair was flying, and a mysterious and mysterious sword intent lingered around him. He still looked that indifferent and innocent.

But there was an indescribable invisible power emerging from him.

Just like the gods above the sword, they hold the Constitution of Heaven in their mouths, control the sun and moon, and dominate the heavens!

Even for beings like Weng Jiu, a feeling of horror and awe as small as an ant could not be suppressed in their hearts.

But in just an instant, all these perceptions and sights disappeared, and a roaring sound sounded on Suyun Lake.

boom! !

The blood-colored mist covering the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible storm and dispersed without a trace.

In the center of the lake, the demonic and evil sword energy soaring into the sky collapsed one by one, disintegrating like foam and disappearing.

Even the arrogant shadow of the evil spirit and the wanton and ferocious laughter disappeared without a trace, like an illusion.

The night is dark.

There is no autumn wind, no autumn rain.

But the chilling air that permeated the heaven and earth was so thick that it could not be dissolved, filling every inch of the void.

The dark night once again became the background color of Soyun Lake.

In the dim light and shadow, people could vaguely see that there was only a lonely figure standing in the middle of the lake.

Under the night, he is like an unshakable rock. No matter how strong winds, waves and dangers, he has not been shaken in the slightest!

This person is naturally Su Yi.

He lowered his head and looked at the Mingshuang ancient sword in his right hand, whining and trembling, as if surrendering.

Within the body of the sword, the soul belonging to Huo Tiandu, the great elder of Yuntian Shrine, was extremely weak, like a burning candle, which had overdrawn all vitality and was about to dissipate.

"You are not as good as me when it comes to strength, and you are also not as good as me when it comes to trump cards. You even want to kill me, Su Yi, with your own life. Are you... worthy?"

Su Yi whispered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Huo Tiandu's relieved and bitter murmur came from the sword: "If you die under such power, you will have no regrets..."

Su

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Yi said calmly: "This is my power."

"Really? If so, why are you only at the Yuanfu realm?"

Huo Tiandu scoffed, as if he had heard a big joke.

Su Yi sighed softly, with a look of pity, "In the past, ants like you wouldn't be qualified for me to look at you."

Huo Tiandu wanted to say something else, but it was too late.

His soul began to dissipate, dimming little by little like a rain of light, and then turned into nothingness.

"Sir, I am willing to surrender as a slave!"

A panicked cry came out of the Mingshuang Ancient Sword, and a shadow of an evil spirit was vaguely visible, crawling in it, trembling.

"An evil spirit still wants to be my slave? What a beautiful thought."

Su Yi chuckled.

He raised his hand and touched it.

With a sneer, the Mingshuang Ancient Sword trembled violently, and the evil spirit inside was completely sealed.

He was not interested in the origin of the evil spirit.

There was no way he could help it. In his previous life, he looked down upon this kind of spiritual body that was born from the power of filthy sins.

"This sword is quite good."

Su Yi casually put away the Mingshuang Ancient Sword.

The material of this sword is made from divine materials at the spiritual level. Although it is not a rare treasure, it can serve as a great source of nourishment when tempering the Xuanwu Sword in the future.

As for the evil spirit, naturally it cannot be wasted and can be given to the Dark Flame Demon Bird as food.

Su Yi turned around and walked towards the lake.

The clouds and rain in the night sky dissipated, revealing a patch of brilliant stars.

The war is over, and the tranquility of the past seems to be restored near Suyun Lake.

At the tea shed, Weng Jiu came back from the shock as if he was waking up from a dream when he saw the tall figure coming from behind.

He subconsciously stepped forward and said, "Are you okay, fellow Taoist?"

If you look carefully, this old man, who made Mrs. Huanxi Sharou bow her head in awe just by showing his face, already had a hint of respect in his expression when facing Su Yi at this moment!

In the past, when he faced Su Yi, no matter how humble and submissive he was, it was just out of courtesy and because he wanted something from Su Yi.

Deep down in my heart, I just regard Su Yi as a junior and a rare genius of the younger generation.

But now, Weng Jiu's attitude is completely different!

Su Yi naturally knew the reason.

However, he never cared about this and said, "Have you seen all the previous battles?"

Weng Jiu nodded. He thought Su Yi wanted him to comment on this battle and was preparing to formulate some words.

Then Su Yi said, "Well, please go and pack up the trophies. Just bring them to me when you and your master go to Qingyun Residence tomorrow."

Weng Jiu's expression froze, and he was completely choked with all the words he wanted to say.

In this great summer, except for the Lord, who would dare to use him like this?

But this little guy is not polite at all! His demeanor and words were so casual. Could it be that in his eyes, he was just... a handyman?

"good."

Weng Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed his depression.

"Is there a treasure chariot?"

Su Yi asked again.

He had just gone through a big war and was very exhausted. Naturally, he couldn't walk when he could ride in a car.

Weng Jiu smiled bitterly in his heart. He thought, this guy was more and more rude when he used the stick to beat the snake.

But there was no other way. He had no reason to refuse, and said, "Fellow Taoist, you only need to walk along this street. In a short while, a chariot will come to pick you up."

"Thank you very much."

Su Yi turned around and walked away.

"Oh, this arrogant boy actually still wants to express his gratitude? However,

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, this can be regarded as a pleasant thing to say. "

Weng Jiu felt slightly comfortable.

"correct."

Su Yi suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something.

"Do you have anything else to give me, fellow Taoist?"

Weng Jiu asked.

Su Yi pointed at the xylophone on the table and said, "I would like to give you a sincere suggestion. If you are not suitable for the music, don't play the piano in the future, otherwise you will ruin such a good piece as House of Flying Daggers."

With that said, he put his hands behind his back and strode away.

Weng Jiu was left with black lines all over his face, embarrassed, ashamed and angry to the point of being ashamed.

This boy has such a venomous mouth! !

At this time, the monks watching the battle on the shore of the lake seemed to finally come to their senses, and then there was an uproar around Soyun Lake like a frying pan.

"Oh my god! The great elder of Yuntian Shrine is dead!!"

I don’t know how many people were shocked and dumbfounded.

"The last blow was so terrifying, how could it be blocked? Who is that young man in green robe?"

There are also many people who are trying to figure out Su Yi's identity, but without exception, they are all at a loss.

But the more it is like this, the more mysterious it feels, and the emotion of awe cannot be suppressed.

"Tomorrow, Jiuding City will be in an uproar because of this matter!"

Some elders have spoken with certainty.

Huo Tiandu, a world-famous being in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, whose identity is also extremely terrifying. He is not only the Inner Sect Elder of Yuntian Palace, one of the four top Taoist traditions, but also the Tai of the Huo Clan, one of the three major clans in Daxia. One of the elders.

Such a powerful figure died on Suyun Lake tonight!

There is no need to think about it, this matter is destined to cause a sensation in the world and make the entire cultivation world tremble!

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There is a jade platform on the top floor of a pavilion not far from Suyun Lake.

"No, it's impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!"

The head of the Huo clan, Huo Mingyuan, had a face full of grief and anger, and veins burst out on his forehead.

He was dressed in purple robes, looked majestic and majestic, but at this moment he seemed extremely out of sorts.

Beside him, all the important figures of the Huo family had gloomy expressions.

When the previous battle was taking place, they all watched from afar.

But no one expected that in the end, Huo Tiandu lost his sword at the cost of his life!

This was completely unacceptable to them for a moment.

"This...how can I explain this to the sect!"

A middle-aged man in a Chinese robe with a mustache and long hair was beating his chest and stamping his feet, his expression full of sorrow and indignation.

Yufeng River.

The fourth-ranked elder in the inner sect of Yuntian Shrine, a being in the early stages of the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

Next to him was a man with a majestic figure named Nie Yingshan. He was also from Yuntian Shrine and the fifth-ranked elder in the inner sect at the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

At this time, the expressions on the faces of the two important figures of Yuntian Shrine became uglier than the other.

There had been a several-day quarrel among the senior officials of Yuntian Shrine about whether to deal with Su Yi.

Finally, with the intervention of the Third Supreme Elder "True Lord Jinghai", Huo Tiandu agreed to take people to Jiuding City to kill Su Yi.

But who would have thought that Huo Tiandu, a world-famous being in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, would die at the hands of a Yuanfu Realm boy tonight?

The atmosphere was depressing.

These adults, who are like overlords in the eyes of secular monks, are all like heirs!

Suddenly, a big shot from the Huo family said with murderous intent: "How about we stop doing this without doing anything else? Let's take action together now to kill this little beast Su Yi?"

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