The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

Not far away, Wang Zhuo stood there blankly.

The master of the Tianxing Academy, King Qingxun of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and a great figure in one of the ten innate martial sects, was already feeling a storm in his heart at this moment.

He believed that he had not underestimated Su Yi.

Otherwise, they would not have carefully set up a trap and carried out an ambush here.

But he didn't expect that a seventeen-year-old boy like Su Yi would be so tyrannical!

This completely subverted his prediction and judgment, so much so that he could not imagine how such a monster could exist in this world.

The rain is still falling.

The thin old man who had set up the small thunder and fire array before was also a fifth-level master, but now his face turned pale with fear and he was trembling.

In the distance, Su Yi was walking towards this side holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking calmly and wearing a spotless green robe.

"Are there any other means?"

When Su Yi spoke, he raised his hand and threw it.

Buzz!

Xuanwu Sword seemed to be spiritual, flashing in the void and landing on Tie Kong's body.

Within the dark sword body, there was a vague shadow of a fierce bird flapping its wings, causing the sword body to tremble slightly and groan.

Visible to the naked eye, Tie Kong's body shriveled up quickly, and all the remaining blood and essence was absorbed by the Xuanwu Sword!

Then, Xuanwu sword flashed and returned to Su Yi's hand.

That strange and bloodthirsty scene made Wang Zhuo completely unable to calm down and asked in surprise: "Is this sword of yours already psychic?"

Su Yi shook his head, "It's hard to talk about it, it's just that he thirsts for blood and absorbs some energy."

Wang Zhuo took a deep breath and sighed: "No wonder you are so confident. You have such a terrifying spiritual sword. Unless the land gods take action, who in the world can't kill you?"

Obviously, he misunderstood and regarded Xuanwu Sword as Su Yi's trump card.

Su Yi naturally couldn't explain, and reminded: "It's getting late."

Wang Zhuo's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Su, I think that just now, Wang treated each other with courtesy and invited me kindly, and he definitely didn't mean any harm..."

Su Yi interrupted lightly: "There's nothing we can do about it, you did it after all."

Wang Zhuo said with a serious look: "But Wang can guarantee that even if Young Master Su was defeated just now, Wang will never kill him. After all, Wang's purpose this time is to invite Young Master Su to join my camp."

After a pause, he said bitterly: "Now, can Young Master give Wang a chance to make up for his mistakes?"

Su Yi said: "But I don't see any sincerity."

Wang Zhuo was startled, but then he seemed to realize it. He looked at the thin old man beside him and said apologetically:

"Brother Yongming, I can only wrong you."

The skinny old man's expression changed drastically and he said, "Sir, you..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, his head was smashed into pieces and his figure fell limply to the ground.

Su Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and said, "Not enough."

Wang Zhuo took a deep breath and looked not far away.

There were eighteen figures lying around, all of them were strong men who had previously formed the "Liuhe Qi Gathering Formation".

"Let's go!"

Upon noticing Wang Zhuo's gaze, these powerful men realized that something was wrong and wanted to run away immediately.

"Everyone, I'm so sorry."

Wang Zhuo let out a long sigh, flashed his figure, rushed into the rain curtain, and started killing those strong men.

In just a moment, all eighteen strong men were killed, and no one survived.

Wang Zhuo returned and said dejectedly: "Master Su, are you sincere enough now?"

Su Yi looked at the black civet cat in his arms. The latter's fur suddenly exploded and he meowed, his blue eyes full of surprise and anger.

Wang Zhuo's expression changed completely and he said: "Master Su, you can't kill the raccoon slave."

Su Yi withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully: "Did you know that there is a weird demon soul hidden in its body?"

Wang Zhuo's expression was slightly stiff, and he felt his scalp was numb, and he said in surprise: "Young Master has already seen it?"

Su Yi said calmly: "Such a little evil beast cannot escape the eyes of me, Mr. Su. Let's do this. Kill it with your own hands and I will give you a way to survive."

Wang Zhuo's face darkened and he said, "Sir, do you really want to force Wang to death?"

In his arms, the black civet cat was already hunched over, full of vigilance.

Su Yi took a deep look at Wang Zhuo and said, "I'm just trying to help you escape. Are you really willing to be manipulated by this little evil beast for the rest of your life?"

"You..." Wang Zhuo was shocked.

laugh!

Suddenly, the black civet cat jumped up, swung its claws, brought up a terrifying black demonic wind, and clawed hard at Su Yi.

The speed of the attack and the fierceness of the attack were not weaker than those of the Xiantian Wuzong!

But he saw Su Yi chuckle and flick his wrist.

puff!

The Xuanwu sword penetrated the black raccoon cat's body like lightning, piercing it.

"You bastard, don't let me see you again!"

Inside the civet cat, a woman's furious scream resounded, followed immediately by an illusory female figure emerging out of thin air.

This is obviously a soul body, extremely ethereal and blurry.

As soon as she appeared, she turned into a demonic wind and tried to escape.

Clang!

Xuanwu Sword chanted loudly, and the dark sword body burst out with the power of the Soul-Devouring Order. Like an invisible big hand, it tightly grasped the female soul shadow and dragged it towards Xuanwu Sword.

"Even if it is a fragment of my soul, you will not be allowed to suppress the blasphemy!"

Along with the angry scream, the woman's soul suddenly exploded and disappeared into a colorful rain of light.

Seeing this, Su Yihun didn't care and put away the Xuanwu sword.

puff!

At the same time, Wang Zhuo coughed up blood from his lips, and his energy suddenly became much sluggish. His whole body seemed to be many years older, and his temples were turning gray.

He sat slumped on the ground, hugging the body of the black civet cat, feeling utterly devastated and looking extremely desolate and sad.

The rain has slowed down a lot and is falling in a steady patter.

Su Yi held an oil-paper umbrella and stood on one side, saying, "This distracted person is the spiritual monk you mentioned?"

"good."

Wang Zhuo's voice was hoarse and low, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "When I was young, I traveled in the Great Qin Kingdom, and accidentally met a girl who was like a fairy in the sky. She said that I had great luck and took the initiative to guide me in my practice..."

"From that day on, my destiny changed."

"The techniques I practice, the pills I swallow, and my understanding of the path of cultivation all come from her. All of this has allowed me to achieve what I have today..."

Hearing this, Su Yi couldn't help but shake his head and said: "But she has been restrained by a ray of divided soul. Over the years, she has been manipulating your every move. In the final analysis, she does not appreciate you, but treats you as a person." Just a puppet at your mercy."

"I know."

Wang Zhuo looked gloomy and said bitterly, "I have known it for a long time, but I have never been willing to believe it from the bottom of my heart, or in other words, I have been avoiding this problem..."

Su Yi interrupted: "Okay, I'm not interested in hearing about this unsavory past of yours. You just need to tell me the name of the force you belong to and the identity of this woman, and then you can leave."

Wang Zhuo was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "Young Master Su killed a fragment of her soul, and she will come to you sooner or later. In this case, there is no harm in telling you."

Taking a deep breath, he said slowly: "The force I belong to is called the Tianyin Sect, and the woman who guided me in my practice calls herself the True Lord Liuhuo, and she is the Supreme Elder of the Tianyin Sect."

Tianyin Sect!

Lord Liuhuo!

This is completely unfamiliar to Su Yi.

However, Su Yi was quite surprised when he thought that there were still spiritual monks in Da Qin.

Because as far as he knew, most of the rumors about spiritual monks occurred in the country of Daxia, the overlord of Cangqing Continent.

"Master, are you also wondering why a spiritual monk appears in Da Qin?"

Wang Zhuo obviously regained some composure and said, "I used to be confused about this. Later, when I chatted with Zhenjun Liuhuo, I found that she often talked about the affairs of Daxia Kingdom, which made me suspect that she was probably not a monk from Daqin. , but from Daxia.”

Su Yi nodded, "It's reasonable to say so, but how could a spiritual monk from Daxia appear in Daqin? What is she planning?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head and said: "I only know that over the years, the True Monarch Liuhuo has been looking for some weird and abnormal people and things. Over the years, she has been asking me to pay attention to the movements in the eight demon mountains in the Great Zhou."

After a pause, he continued: "And the action against you, Master, is also because Lord Liuhuo believes that you have strange and abnormal power."

Su Yi's eyes flashed and he said: "That's it."

It is very interesting that a spiritual monk who is suspected to be from Daxia is dormant in Daqin and is still looking for weird and abnormal things in the world.

Su Yi asked: "Where is the Tianyin Sect? Is it a force from Da Qin or a force from Da Xia?"

"This...I don't know..."

Wang Zhuo shook his head, "To tell you the truth, young master, until now, I don't even know where the Tianyin Sect's mountain gate is or how many disciples it has. In these years, True Lord Liuhuo has rarely contacted me."

"It was also this time that after learning about the young master, Lord Liuhuo sent his raccoon slave to Dazhou and found me."

After listening, Su Yi couldn't help being speechless. This guy was really no different from a puppet at his mercy.

After thinking about it, Su Yi asked again: "Last question, how did you get in touch with Shifang Pavilion?"

"this."

Wang Zhuo took out a black copper whistle shaped like a snail from his arms and said,

"This is the token of Shifang Pavilion. In every city in the Great Zhou Dynasty, you only need to blow it with the power of cultivation, and it won't take long for the 'Fighting Light Bird' to come to your door."

"Write the information you want to obtain on the letterhead and give it to Ji Guangque. Shifang Pavilion will know it immediately and give you the price required to purchase the information."

"All subsequent transactions will be completed by the Swift Light Bird."

Su Yi nodded and took the black copper whistle.

After a brief inspection, I discovered that this is an extremely delicate and compact magical weapon. It is engraved with a unique secret communication pattern. It is difficult for ordinary people to imitate it, and it is not of much value.

"Using this method to conduct information transactions, Shifang Pavilion seems to be more mysterious and cautious than I thought..."

While thinking, Su Yi raised his head and looked at the sky, "Tell me, are there any Swift Birds watching everything happening here in the sky thousands of feet high?"

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