The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

late at night,

The evening breeze is blowing, the stars are sparse and the moon is pale, and everything is quiet.

On a cliff.

Lu Yang sat cross-legged with a guqin in front of him.

He touched the strings lightly with his ten fingers, and the sound of the piano was low, like weeping, and conveyed a sense of depression and loneliness.

As the ninth elder of the inner sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, Lu Yang is known as "the master of both piano and sword" and can be regarded as one of the few top immortal kings in the entire Wenzhou.

His figure is thin, his temperament is as vigorous as a green pine, his eyes are closed, as if he is completely immersed in playing the piano.

boom!

Suddenly, a bloody figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground not far from the cliff.

The figure was broken all over, with shocking sword marks all over, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the long hair was covered with mud and blood.

Look carefully, it's Qi Fufeng!

He was beyond recognition, severely injured, and had obviously been tortured and tortured. There was not a single intact part of his body, and his energy was weak and disordered.

After hitting the ground, he gasped for breath, his whole body was shaking and twitching, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a fiery red dress floated to the ground.

She has a good appearance, is quite beautiful, has a cold and aloof temperament, and carries a sword box on her back.

When the figure landed, she stepped directly on Qi Fufeng's bloody head with one foot, causing his cheek to press against the ground and blood dripping from his orifices, making him look extremely miserable.

The woman in the red dress looked indifferent and didn't care.

"Senior brother, this guy's bones are surprisingly hard. No matter how much torture I use, I can't pry his mouth open."

The woman in the red dress rubbed her cheek helplessly.

This was the first time she had encountered a character who was not afraid of death.

In the distance, Lu Yang was playing the piano freely.

After half a ring, he pressed his fingers on the strings, sighed softly, and said: "How many times have I told you, don't bother me when I am playing the piano."

As he spoke, he opened his eyes, turned to look at the woman in the red dress, and said, "Have you ever hurt his soul?"

The woman in the red dress shook her head: "No."

Lu Yang nodded slightly and said, "That's good. After returning to the sect, we can hand him over to the punishment elder and search for his soul."

The woman in the red dress muttered: "Senior Brother, I still don't understand why I want to hunt down this person. He is just an Immortal Lord. What I am looking for is clues related to the destruction of the Bianling Clan, and who has something to do with our Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect." what relationship?"

Lu Yang smiled and said: "I don't know, but what is certain is that since the headmaster arranged it like this, there must be deep meaning."

"Okay, if you still want to torture him, just go aside and don't bother me anymore. Wait for me to play another song and then set off back to the sect. We should arrive before dawn."

As he spoke, Lu Yang closed his eyes, moved his fingers, and started playing again.

The woman in the red dress frowned and looked down at Qi Fufeng, who was lying there like a dead dog. A look of cruelty appeared on her brows.

"I don't believe it, I can't let you open your mouth!"

As she said that, she grabbed Qi Fufeng's hair and walked away as if dragging a corpse.

Qi Fufeng's body rubbed against the uneven ground, causing his skin to burst open and blood to flow gurglingly, leaving a long blood mark on the ground.

"I'm not afraid of death. How can I be afraid of your torture? Just do it."

Qi Fufeng spoke hoarsely.

His long hair was caught, his scalp stung, his cheeks were bloody, and his nose and mouth were broken, which looked shocking.

Seeing his harsh words, the woman in the red dress had a hint of anger on her eyebrows, and immediately stamped her foot and stepped hard on Qi Fufeng's spine.

Click, click, click!

Qi Fufeng's backbone was broken, and his face became twisted and hideous due to pain.

But he laughed to himself: "That's it?"

The woman in the red dress felt that her dignity had been challenged, and she felt an inexplicable anger. She was just a prisoner, but she still dared to laugh at herself?

Suddenly, she tore off Qi Fufeng's left arm, blood flying everywhere.

Qi Fufeng's whole body twitched and his vision turned black. He gritted his teeth and did not scream, forcing himself to endure the boundless pain.

The woman in the red dress sneered, pursed her lips, and said: "Don't worry, I will play with you tonight. Anyway, I just want to keep your soul. Of course, if you are willing to give in, I will stop immediately."

As she spoke, her fingertips were like knives, gouging out Qi Fufeng's eyes!

But at this moment, her fingertips suddenly stopped, she suddenly turned around and looked into the distance.

At the same time, Lu Yang, who was playing the piano, opened his eyes, pressed his fingers on the strings, and looked into the distance with a surprised look on his face.

boom!

Under the night, a bird with a body of a thousand feet roared over, its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and it emitted terrifying fluctuations belonging to the level of the Immortal King.

"Immortal...immortal king level demon!!"

The woman in the red dress was shocked, "It seems to be coming towards us."

"Don't panic, this place is only 30,000 miles away from the sect. It has already been within our sect's sphere of influence. Even the Immortal King does not dare to attack us rashly."

Lu Yang spoke in a deep voice.

The sound was still echoing, and the roc bird with a terrifying aura had roared over and stopped in the sky not far away.

"We are from the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect. May I ask your Excellency what your intention is in coming here?"

The woman in the red dress spoke.

The roc paid no attention to it, its wings converged and its head lowered.

Then, a tall figure jumped down from it and floated to the cliff.

Wearing a green robe that rustled in the night wind, it was Su Yi.

Lu Yang and the woman in the red dress couldn't help but be surprised. This fairy king-level roc was actually the mount of a young man?

After Su Yi arrived, his eyes fell on Qi Fufeng.

The broken and bloody body, the broken spine, the torn off arms, the blood on the ground, the bloody cheeks...

The miserable situation seemed particularly dazzling.

When Su Yi looked over, Qi Fufeng's head was hanging down, and his whole body was twitching due to severe pain.

He wanted to raise his head, but he had no strength at all.

This made Su Yi frown a little bit, and his eyes became cold and indifferent.

Seeing that Su Yi was staring at Qi Fufeng, the woman in the red dress was confused, but she still explained: "To make you laugh, this is a prisoner captured by my Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect."

Su Yi ignored it.

He walked directly to Qi Fufeng, squatted down, and said apologetically: "I came a step too late and made you suffer."

The face of the woman in the red dress suddenly changed. The other party... could be Qi Fufeng's helper! ?

At this time, Qi Fufeng, who was paralyzed on the ground, was shaking violently, and he hissed excitedly: "Sir! It turns out you are here! I'm sorry that I can't get up to greet you!"

In the distance, Lu Yang stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically.

He also realized something was wrong.

Su Yi ignored all this.

He raised his hand to help Qi Fufeng up. Seeing the excitement and joy in his eyes, he felt inexplicably filled with panic.

"You should have a good rest first, and leave the rest to me."

As he spoke, Su Yi held up his palms, and Qi Fufeng's figure floated up and landed on the back of the Zhuyou Dapeng bird in the distance.

At this time, the woman in the red dress and Lu Yang, who had already sensed something was wrong, had already turned around and fled.

But before they were halfway there, they were imprisoned by a terrifying power and rolled to the ground.

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!"

Lu Yang shouted in panic, "We are from the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect. Please don't rush to take action and listen to our explanation!"

Su Yi flicked his finger.

boom!

Lu Yang knelt down on the ground, his body was completely imprisoned, and he couldn't even make a sound. His face was full of fear and hesitation.

This ninth elder of the inner sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect could not even imagine that he had caused such a catastrophe by just playing the guqin at night!

If he had known this earlier and returned to the sect earlier, how could he have the leisure to play the piano here?

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it now.

On the other side, the woman in the red dress chattered her teeth, her pretty face turned pale with fright.

The other side is too scary.

Capturing them was as easy as suppressing ants!

When Su Yi's deep and cold gaze came over, the woman in the red dress screamed in shock, "Your Excellency, aren't you afraid of revenge from me, the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect?!"

Su Yi flicked his finger.

boom! !

The woman in the red dress dropped her knees to the ground, and her knee bones were shattered, causing her to scream in pain.

"Qi Fufeng, how do you think we should deal with her?"

Su Yi asked calmly.

In the distance, Qi Fufeng's face was full of hatred and said: "Sir, if it is possible, I want her to die!!"

The woman in the red dress had a pale face and screamed: "You can't kill me, my father is..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Yi said indifferently: "Of course she has to die, but...it can't be so easy."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves.

Countless sword energy fell down, like precise and sharp meat-picking knives, cutting off the flesh and blood of the woman in the red dress piece by piece.

Lingchi!

In an instant, the woman in the red dress turned into a bloody man, screaming in pain and despair.

In the end, her bones were broken inch by inch, and her body was completely shattered to pieces.

The bloody scene made Lu Yang shudder in the distance and feel chills all over.

But this is not the end.

Su Yi raised his hand and grabbed the soul of the woman in the red dress. He said calmly, "The pain of the body is inferior to the inferior. Only the torture of the soul can be called unbearable pain."

A copper lamp appeared in his palm, suppressing the spirit of the woman in the red dress.

This is one of the trophies he has collected in the past. It is an Immortal King-level treasure. If the soul is trapped in it, it will be burned by the light day and night, and it will be impossible to survive or die!

"No—! Let me out quickly!! If my father knows, he will destroy your entire clan!!"

The woman in the red dress screamed, her soul was enveloped by a ball of bloody lights, burning her so hard that she screamed miserably, but had nowhere to escape.

With a touch of Su Yi's fingertips.

Suddenly, the voice of the woman in the red dress could no longer be heard.

Then, Su Yi threw the copper lamp to Qi Fufeng in the air and said, "Whenever you calm down, you can let her die at any time."

Qi Fufeng's eyes were red, his nose was sore, and he was choking.

His heart was churning, and he suddenly felt that all the torture he had suffered this time was nothing at all. Even if he died at this moment, it was all worth it!

Su Yi looked at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang trembled all over and struggled violently. He looked at Su Yi with eyes that were full of horror and fear as if he were looking at a cruel and cold demon.

Su Yi flicked his fingers and released the restricted power on Lu Yang, and said lightly: "Don't you like playing the piano? Come on, play a piece for me."