The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

The fifth day of May is a day destined to be recorded in the history of Cangqing Continent.

On this day, with the end of the battle in front of the Star Reaching Mountain in the Linglong Ghost Domain, the news flew to all parts of the world as if it had wings.

This also caused an uproar, and the world was shocked.

The demon clan Huan.

After learning the news, the strong men of the Huan family who stayed behind in the clan felt as if they had been struck by lightning, as if they were mourning their heirs.

"Heaven will destroy our Huan clan!"

An old man let out a desperate scream.

Originally, they had prepared a banquet early and prepared fine wine, and they were just waiting for Huan Tiandu and others' triumphant return to celebrate.

But I never thought that what was waiting for me was a piece of bad news like a bolt from the blue!

For a time, the whole clan was devastated.

…

Jingkong Zen Temple.

A dense and piercing sound of bells kept ringing.

Every time it rang, the monks turned pale.

Until the bell rang twenty-one times, a suffocating and dull atmosphere enveloped Jingkong Zen Temple.

Every monk was in despair and looked gloomy.

When the bell rings, it means that someone from the sect has died.

The bell rang twenty-one times, which meant that all the powerful men from their sect who went to the Linglong Ghost Realm to kill Su Yi were completely wiped out!

…

Tianji Dao Gate.

"The Thirty Thousand Years of Dark Ancient Restriction has done nothing to stop our Tianji Dao Sect, but now... we have been defeated miserably at the hands of a young man!"

An older figure lost his composure and looked crazy, crying and shouting, "It's over, it's completely over..."

…

Burning Yang Sect.

"You all should disperse, take away the sect's treasures, and remember not to act like a successor of the Burning Sun Sect again in the future, otherwise, you will definitely be in trouble for death."

An old man said with a dull expression, "From now on... there will be no Burning Sun Sect in this world..."

At the end of the sentence, the corners of the old man's lips trembled, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

As an older person who has experienced many storms and has seen the ups and downs of the world, he undoubtedly knows best that even if Su Yi doesn't take action, countless hungry wolves are bound to pounce on them in the coming time to completely tear the Burning Sun Sect apart. Swallow.

…

As the news of the defeat came, these ancient forces with the potential to dominate the world fell into chaos and turmoil one by one.

The same scene also happened in otherworldly forces such as Tianxing Sword House, Tiandou Spirit Sect, and Huaxing Demon Sect.

"As long as Su Yi is here in this Cangqing Continent, there will be no place for us and others to stand up!"

"Let's go, if you don't go, those people who smell blood and add insult to injury are coming..."

"What a tragedy it is that success or failure can turn around in vain!"

"We are still talking about a comeback. Do you still think our defeat was not miserable enough and not enough people died?"

After these three major external forces fell into turmoil, they finally made the same decision in unison.

Evacuate from Cangqing Continent!

…

On the contrary, the three ancient powers, Yinsha Mingdian, Yunyin Sword Mountain, and Dongguo Clan, all felt extremely lucky after hearing the news.

Because they did not participate in the crusade against Su Yi for various reasons, and thus they narrowly escaped a catastrophic disaster!

"Seeing him building a tall building, watching him entertaining guests, watching him...the building collapse...things in the world are impermanent!"

The master of Yin Sha Ming Palace was even more emotional about this.

On this day, every place in the world where monks gathered was also in turmoil.

All that was being discussed was the news of this battle, which could be called the most glorious battle in the world.

There is only one name that is discussed the most.

Su Yi!

Some people respect him as Lord Su, some people call him Su Banxian, some people praise his name, some people are shocked by his power...

To monks in the world, Su Yi is a legend!

A living mythological figure.

A charming swordsman who has never been defeated!

It's like banishing an immortal to heaven and never seeing him again in the human world.

…

Big week.

It was late at night.

The magnificent palace was brightly lit.

A group of beautiful singers were dancing in thin veils, their graceful skin looming under the shadow of the lights, and the sound of drums was melodious and joyful.

Zhou Zhili sat alone on the dragon chair, but his mood was waning and he was lonely.

He is an emperor respected by the world, with great power and power all over the world.

But he is the only one who knows best what it means to be a “lonely person”!

"Report——"

An old eunuch rushed into the hall like a gust of wind.

The cheerful drumming stopped suddenly, and all the dancing singers paused.

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Zhili frowned.

The old eunuch handed over a secret letter that had just been sent from Daxia.

After seeing it, Zhou Zhili couldn't help but be stunned.

After a long while, he slapped the dragon chair suddenly and looked up to the sky with laughter in excitement, "From now on, in this vast world, I, Brother Su, should be respected!"

He stood up tall, high-spirited and laughing constantly.

The old eunuch couldn't help but sigh, Your Majesty... he hasn't been so happy for a long time.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? I'm very interested. Don't be idle in singing and dancing!"

Zhou Zhili said loudly, "I want to have a good drink tonight!"

When the old eunuch saw this, he quickly shouted at the top of his voice: "Quick, keep playing music, keep dancing -!"

…

late at night.

In a restaurant.

Lively discussions continued, and the diners present were all talking about the battle between Su Yi and the seven major forces.

Shen Li sat alone in the corner.

Listening to those discussions, Shen Li also had ups and downs in his heart.

"With one man and one sword, he can destroy the seven major forces and join forces to suppress the world. This Su Yi... is really a figure like an immortal in the sky."

"However, such a legendary figure is too far away from me after all."

Shen Li sighed.

He was just a small character on the path of cultivation, and had just emerged. He could not imagine how terrifying a presence like Su Yi could be.

After silently drinking the glass of wine, Shen Li stood up and left.

No matter how powerful Su Yi is, it has nothing to do with a little person like him, but to him, his own practice is more important.

"It would be great if I could meet again with the senior who taught me the secret technique. In this case, I can ask him some questions about cultivation."

Walking on the street, Shen Li couldn't help but picture a majestic figure in his mind, dressed in a green robe and looking indifferent.

He still remembered that the senior patted him on the shoulder and told him, "On this spiritual path where good and evil are not distinguished and black and white are unclear, what you have to do is to stick to your true heart after recognizing the reality."

It was also that senior who taught him the inheritance of the "Xuantai Demon Chapter".

To this day, Shen Li feels grateful every time he thinks of this moment.

"In the eyes of the world, Su Yi is a banished immortal from heaven and descended to earth, but in my eyes, that senior is the real banished immortal."

Shen Li murmured secretly, "It's a pity that I just don't know the name of that senior..."

It was not until many years later that Shen Li, who had grown into a giant, realized that the senior he was so grateful for turned out to be the banished immortal in the eyes of the world.

It’s the legend whose sword has suppressed the world for 30,000 years!

…

"Master, ahead is Caoxi Village in Fuxian Ridge. The place where brother and sister Cao Ping live is located at the west end of Caoxi Village."

"This village is not simple."

In the deep and empty night, two figures appeared outside Caoxi Village.

One is an old man in black Taoist robes, and the other is a handsome young man in white robes.

The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light. Late at night, Caoxi Village was enveloped in an invisible aura of peace, as peaceful as a paradise.

"What Master said is absolutely true. Since last year, this remote secular village has changed. Every villager has a long life and a prosperous fortune. Even this small village has never been attacked by vicious beasts."

The young man in white robe said, "Especially the brother and sister Cao Ping and Cao An, they are like auspicious things in the village. They always encounter some strange and weird good things, so that now, the common people in the area of ​​a hundred miles around call them The two of them came down to earth for the lucky stars."

The old man nodded and said, "This is luck. Let's go and see where the brother and sister live."

With that said, he walked into Caoxi Village.

It was already late at night, and everyone in the village had taken a rest. Only a few households still had oil lamps on.

"Awesome! The veins and mountains of this world have changed. What is gathering is not the aura of heaven and earth, but the ethereal auspicious aura of the great avenue."

Walking into the village, the old man felt a different feeling keenly.

The seemingly ordinary village turned into a cave-like paradise because of an auspicious atmosphere.

This made the old man couldn't help but feel moved. What kind of being could change the feng shui of this small village and attract the auspicious power from all directions?

"Master, right in front is where the brother and sister live."

The young man in white robe pointed into the distance.

It was a simple courtyard with three thatched cottages, a cowshed, vegetable beds and chicken coops.

Such a place of residence looks like a poor home at first glance.

But when the old man saw this courtyard, he quietly paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of surprise could not be suppressed between his brows.

The auspicious aura of this place is like a dragon hiding in the abyss, not showing up in the mountains or dew. It is difficult for ordinary people, even monks on the road, to detect it.

"Master, I heard that from last year to now, many practitioners came to visit, but without exception, they all retreated quietly. No one dared to disturb the tranquility of this village."

The white-robed boy clicked his tongue and said in wonder, "Especially during the coming of the Great Age, countless ferocious monsters and ghosts appeared on Fuxian Ridge, but none of them dared to come to this village to run wild. It is simply unbelievable. "

The old man said: "Is it strange? It's not strange at all."

He looked at the lintel of the house in the middle of the courtyard, where there was a piece of red paper with four words written on it:

Peace is blessing.

Four commonly seen words.

But the handwriting is old-fashioned and vigorous, which makes people feel peaceful and comfortable the more they look at it.

But in the eyes of the old man, these four characters have a majestic momentum and are filled with a mystical charm of vastness and peace!

His state of mind could not help but tremble inexplicably. In a trance, it seemed that he was not facing a word, but a vast world!

For a moment, the old man's expression changed, his eyes were glazed over, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly.