The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

The sacred talisman floats in front of you.

Dong Guofeng seemed to turn a blind eye and remained silent.

Undoubtedly, this young leader of the Dongguo family suffered a heavy blow.

Even with his strong and concentrated sword heart, he couldn't come back to his senses even for a moment.

Everyone present sighed secretly when they saw this.

In this battle, the Dongguo clan was defeated miserably!

First, Dong Guofeng, a heaven-defying evildoer ranked seventh on the Stars List, was completely defeated by Su Yi in a one-on-one fight.

Immediately afterwards, seven important figures in the spiritual realm of the Dongguo clan, headed by Dong Guo Hai, were wiped out by Su Yi with one sword!

Everyone knows that today's battle will definitely be a heavy blow to the Dongguo clan, one of the seven ancient giants!

"Miss Xinzhao, let's go."

In an atmosphere of oppressive silence, Su Yi seemed to be fine, smiling and waving to Wen Xinzhao and others.

"good!"

Wen Xinzhao agreed.

Immediately, she left with Master Han Yan, Qing Ya, and Su Yi.

From the beginning to the end, no one dared to stop him, whether it was Yu Jiuzhen, the headmaster of Yuntian Shrine, and others, or the strong men of the Dongguo clan headed by Dong Guofeng!

"The man of God is around, but he doesn't know it..."

The middle-aged scribe who had arrived in front of Yuntian Shrine with Su Yi couldn't help but murmured.

The boys and girls around him were all stunned and silent.

They were once full of longing, thinking that as long as they could enter the Yuntian Shrine to practice, they could leap over the dragon gate and change the trajectory of their lives on the road to practice.

But when you witness the scene before.

They suddenly discovered a cruel thing. As powerful as the Yuntian Shrine, in front of the Dongguo clan, it was just a vassal force at the mercy of others.

As one of the seven ancient giants today, the Dongguo family does not really cover the sky with one hand and no one dares to mess with it.

Because just today, a young man who looked like an immortal in the sky killed a strong man from the Dongguo family and made rivers of blood flow!

"What a sin!"

Yu Jiuzhen sighed.

The important figures in Yuntian Temple all had complicated expressions.

What happened today could have ended when Dong Guofeng was defeated. The grudge between Su Yi and the Dong Guo family could have only happened between Dong Guofeng and Su Yi.

But the appearance of Dong Guohai and others shattered all this!

In the end, Dong Guohai and others paid the price with their lives. What is this but evil?

At this time, Dong Guofeng seemed to have come to his senses, not even taking away the sacred talisman, and walked towards the distance alone.

"Young Master! Where are you going?"

A strong man from the Dongguo clan couldn't help but ask.

Dong Guofeng ignored it.

His hair was disheveled, his torn clothes were soaked with blood, and the scars on his thin body had not really healed.

In the previous duel, he was too seriously injured.

But at this time, he didn't seem to care about any of this, walking alone between heaven and earth alone.

The solitary figure adds a sense of desolation and loneliness.

In the sunset.

Dong Guofeng's figure gradually moved away, disappearing between the vast world.

When everyone saw this, they all felt sad.

February seventeenth.

In front of the Yuntian Shrine, Su Yi defeated Dong Guofeng, the leader of the younger generation of the Dong Guo family, and beheaded Dong Guo Hai and other seven spiritual phase monks.

It is foreseeable that when this news comes out, the world will be shaken, and a huge uproar will be caused in Daxia!

…

How much impact will this battle have?

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Su Yi didn't care at all about the noise and turmoil.

He came to Yuntian Shrine simply to pick up Wen Xinzhao.

However, he quite admired Dong Guofeng.

Even if they are enemies of each other, this does not prevent Su Yi from recognizing Dong Guofeng's swordsmanship.

"Sword power, sword intention and cultivation are ultimately inferior to a sword heart as tough as iron. No matter how dull the talent is, as long as you have such a sword heart, you will go further and further on the path of swordsmanship. "

"This is what is called a drop of water that penetrates a stone, and a long time of success."

"Of course, regardless of the level of talent or qualifications, being able to pursue the path diligently and never give up is a trait that is difficult for ordinary people to possess."

In a dilapidated Taoist temple abandoned in the wilderness, with a bonfire raging, Su Yi lay lazily in a wicker chair, his head resting on his arms, and his body was loose.

Wen Xinzhao, Qingya and Hanyan are sitting on one side, some are bright and beautiful, some are pure and innocent, some are quiet and beautiful.

"Dong Guofeng suffered a heavy blow this time, and his state of mind was also affected. If he can come out of it, his state of mind will be improved to a higher level."

When Su Yi said this, he reached out and took out the wine bottle, and took a sip of it comfortably.

Qingya asked curiously: "Brother Su Yi, do you think on the road, is hard work or talent more important?"

Su Yi smiled and said: "For the vast majority of monks in the world, it is not the time to compete for talent. When it comes to truly competing for talent, it means that one's own practice has encountered a bottleneck."

"What's more, the path of cultivation is full of possibilities. No matter how stupid a cultivator is, his qualifications and talents will change as his cultivation realm breaks through."

"Not to mention, there is no shortage of luck, opportunities, and fate in this world, nor is there any shortage of magic medicine and power that can change a monk's talent. And all of this is inseparable from one's own efforts."

Hearing these words, both Wen Xinzhao and Han Yan were deeply moved.

Qingya said crisply: "I understand, as long as you work hard on the path of cultivation, you have the chance to change everything. As for talent, even if it is against nature, it will be in vain if you don't work hard."

Su Yi nodded and said, "Not bad."

"It can be seen that even though he is an enemy, Brother Su also admires Dong Guofeng."

Wen Xinzhao pursed her lips and smiled.

Su Yi said casually, "Compared to him, I appreciate your understanding of the sword more. Speaking of which, it reminds me of one thing."

"In the past, there used to be two old monks who played Ji Feng."

"One said: The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Always brush it diligently so as not to stir up dust."

"One said that Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust."

"Who do you think is better?"

Speaking of this, Su Yi looked at Wen Xinzhao.

Qingya interjected: "It must be the second one."

Master Han Yan also nodded.

Wen Xinzhao hesitated for a moment and said, "In terms of understanding, the second one is naturally the highest, but in terms of practice, the first one is the highest."

Su Yi smiled and said: "You are not wrong to understand this. These two sentences also have many different views in Buddhism. But in the eyes of a swordsman like me, these two sentences can be understood as complementing each other."

"Complement each other?"

Wen Xinzhao and others were confused.

Su Yi said: "The first sentence focuses on cultivation and sharpening the Taoism, and the second sentence focuses on the word enlightenment. Only by brushing it away from time to time can one suddenly have enlightenment and break through the realm."

Wen Xinzhao was thoughtful, and after a while he said: "I am not a Buddhist monk, but I feel that Brother Su's understanding is the most consistent with my understanding."

Su Yi said with a smile: "Your understanding of swordsmanship is far better than Dong Guofeng, but remember to practice in the future, and you must always brush and sharpen yourself.

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Only the body can do it. "

Wen Xinzhao was shocked, and then realized that Su Yi was taking the opportunity to teach him something!

The girl's starry eyes were firm and she said softly: "Brother Su, don't worry, I will keep it in my heart."

The bonfire was raging.

Time passes by.

Su Yi had told Wen Xinzhao and the others that they would first go to Jiuding City in Daxia.

Wen Xinzhao and others naturally had no objection.

However, Wen Xinzhao was a little worried about how to settle Hanyan Zhenren and Qingya.

After all, the three of them have been separated from Yuntian Shrine from today and have become helpless casual cultivators.

Wen Xinzhao told Su Yi this concern.

Su Yi said with a smile: "Don't worry, when that brilliant world really comes, the forces in this world are destined to be reshuffled again. No one knows who will have the last laugh in the end. But before that, just wait patiently." Can."

Wen Xinzhao nodded.

It was late at night, and everything in the wilderness was quiet, except for the occasional roar of wild beasts.

Suddenly——

Su Yi raised his eyebrows and looked outside the Taoist temple.

At the same time, a faint bell sounded in the deep night, vague and melodious, with a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

How could this bell... appear in this world?

Su Yi was stunned, his eyes were full of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it.

After a while, he quietly stood up and said, "Xin Zhao, please stay here and wait while I go out for a walk."

With that said, he stepped out of this dilapidated Taoist temple.

The night is as dark as ink, without stars or moon.

On the wilderness.

A lonely figure moved forward aimlessly.

His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his face was pale and dull, and his eyes were empty, as if his soul was out of the body.

It's Dong Guofeng!

Suddenly, a faint and melodious bell rang in the night sky.

Dong Guofeng's body froze, and his originally hazy mind suddenly woke up.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was in a completely unfamiliar mountain wilderness.

"I thought that my sword was as strong as iron and could not be shaken even if the world was turned upside down. I never thought that today I would be hit to the point where I lost my mind and lost my mind..."

Dong Guofeng sighed secretly.

He has realized how dangerous his previous state of mind was. If it weren't for that melodious bell, he would probably still be in that state of confusion, like a walking zombie!

Bells?

Wait, where did the bells come from in this wilderness?

Dong Guofeng was puzzled. He glanced around and suddenly saw a light shining under the night cover in the distance.

Could it be that it was a temple?

Dong Guofeng strolled over.

When we arrived, we saw a bamboo building standing in the night in front of a mountain.

The bamboo building only has two floors, and only a solitary lantern hangs in front of the eaves of the main door. The light is orange, but the light and shadow cast by it are full of warmth.

The sky and the earth are dark, but one lamp is always bright.

That ray of light exudes an indescribable aura in the dark night, making people feel tranquil and warm just looking at it.

Dong Guofeng raised his eyes and looked up.

I saw a plaque hanging on the door of the bamboo building.

There are two big words written on it: Pawn Shop!

Under the illumination of that orange lantern, these two words flickered on and off, adding a mysterious color.

"How could a pawn shop appear alone in the wilderness?"

Dong Guofeng realized something was wrong, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity in his heart.

I want to go in and find out!