The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

Looking from Su Yi’s eyes.

The man wearing bronze armor exuded an aura that was at the early stage of the Xuanzhao Realm.

However, he is not the real emperor.

But a demon puppet at the imperial level!

Demon puppets, as the name suggests, are puppets refined with the secret techniques inherited from the Demonic Way.

The emperor-level demon puppets are undoubtedly the first-class treasures in the world.

It seems that such treasures, even if they are placed in the wilderness of Jiuzhou, can only be seen in the top-level demon sects.

If it were just that, it wouldn't make Su Yi pay more attention.

The key is that the man in bronze armor in front of him was originally the ninth demon puppet that he personally refined in his previous life, named Summoning Demon Nine!

"After so many years, things have changed and people have changed, but the aura of Mo Jiu has not changed much. It seems that over the years, the Wei family has always taken care of it like a treasure and provided it with a steady stream of Dao Shen. The power of marrow..."

Su Yi secretly said.

Although the demon puppet is not a living person, it has a real spirit and a body of strength that needs to be supplemented by a steady stream of the spiritual essence of the avenue.

Moreover, the combat secrets mastered by the demon puppet are driven and performed by the power of the forbidden formation engraved in its body. Once the power is exhausted, the demon puppet will lose all combat effectiveness.

Moreover, the demon puppet needs to be controlled by a monk to fight.

At this point, after all, it cannot be compared with the real emperor.

However, with the fighting power of Mo Jiu, it is easy to kill the characters below the emperor!

The atmosphere was depressing.

With the appearance of Mojiu, those old monsters all felt a sense of oppression coming towards them, and their expressions became extremely gloomy and ugly.

At this time, the white-faced Taoist said expressionlessly: "Wei Yun, this should be your Wei family's clan artifact, the 'demon puppet' with an imperial level, right?"

Wei Yun said in surprise: "You know a lot of things."

Demon puppet?

Only then did everyone realize that the man wearing bronze armor was not the real emperor.

The white-faced Taoist couldn't help laughing and said: "Since we dare to come with you, how can we not prepare some backup plans? I can only say that no matter how many tricks you use, you will be the one who suffers in the end!"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spat out.

Uh-huh!

A streak of blood-colored sharp edges flashed out, the light was shining and dazzling.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a flying knife, only seven inches long. Its surface is covered with countless dense and twisted demonic writings. It is bright red and glows with terrifying and strange blood.

laugh!

The flying knife flew through the air and slashed at Mo Jiu, incredibly fast.

At that moment, everyone was terrified. Just by looking at it, they felt a fatal threat and subconsciously avoided it.

boom!

Almost at the same time, the majestic Mo Jiu, who was wearing bronze armor, punched fiercely. The power of his fist was as bright as the golden sun in the sky, and he was boundless in dominance.

Such terrifying power fluctuations, if left to the outside world, could easily crush a mountain and river.

However, in this secret world that was only a hundred feet wide, it only caused a ripple-like fluctuation in the void.

boom! ! !

The earth-shattering collision sound resounded.

The flying knife was shaken and shot backwards, buzzing and trembling, and the strange demonic writings covering the surface squirmed and twisted, and the light surged.

Mo Jiu's figure was so shocked that he staggered back a few steps!

This emperor-level demon puppet did not take any advantage in this attack!

Wei Yun's eyes suddenly shrank and his expression changed suddenly.

"Good baby!"

"No wonder Brother Dao is so confident in this operation. It turns out there is such a magical demon soldier!"

Those old monsters were commotion, their eyes were bright, and they were full of energy.

Cui Jingyan and the old blind man couldn't help but be moved. The origin of that bloody flying knife that could shake an emperor-level demon puppet must not be simple!

"The name of this treasure is 'Blood Demon Tianshang'. It is a powerful and unpredictable demon treasure. It is an ancient relic that I took from the City of Fushun more than a hundred years ago at the risk of my life. The owner is suspected to be an extremely powerful Demon King of the Mysterious Nether Realm."

The white-faced Taoist said leisurely, "Although its weapon spirit has been destroyed, its power has been greatly reduced, but it can be used against an emperor-level demon puppet."

The city is in vain!

The treasure of the demonic path!

Those old monsters couldn't help but be moved, surprised and jealous.

Before, even they didn't know that Taoist Bai Mian actually had such an incredible treasure in his hands.

"The Blood Demon Tianshang... the City of Wasted Death... the Demon King of the Mysterious Nether Realm... could this be a treasure left behind by some old antique?"

Cui Jingyan was shocked and confused.

However, she also knew that in such taboo and dangerous places as the City of Death, many emperors had been buried throughout the ages.

It is not surprising that this white-faced Taoist was able to bring out such a treasure from the City of Fusi.

Wei Yun's expression has become uncertain.

Undoubtedly, the trump card offered by the white-faced Taoist made him feel troubled.

"With your way of doing things, even if you are able to use such treasures, I'm afraid you won't be able to sustain them for long."

Wei Yun spoke coldly.

If just anyone with an imperial treasure could dominate the world, the world would have been in chaos.

In fact, it is almost difficult for characters below the emperor to control emperor-level treasures.

It's like a child dancing with a machete. If you don't do it well, you will hurt yourself.

"Hahaha, I only need to use this knife to contain the demon puppet, and other Taoist friends will kill you Wei Yun. Today's situation can be easily broken!"

The white-faced Taoist looked up to the sky and laughed.

The sound was still echoing, and the flying knife known as the Blood Demon Tianshang had already made a scream-like roar and slashed towards the demon puppet in the air.

Dazzling with a dazzling edge, the head emits terrifying and boundless killing power.

boom!

Wei Yun ordered the demon puppet to fight against him.

When the war broke out, the demon puppet swung its fists to kill, opening and closing its fists. The power of its fists was as bright as the sun, and it could easily kill the old demons present.

But all his attacks were blocked and resolved by Blood Demon Tianshang.

"Everyone, hurry up and kill Wei Yun!"

The white-faced Taoist roared loudly.

As Wei Yun said, with his skills, he would not be able to hold on for long when controlling an imperial treasure like the Blood Demon Tianshang.

In fact, the old monsters such as the Heavenly Slaughter Ghost Monk, the One-Armed Old Demon, the Thousand-Eyed Old Ghost, etc., all took action without the white-faced Taoist reminding them at all.

Everyone knows that as long as Wei Yun is killed, the emperor-level demon puppet that loses control will be no different from a dead object and no longer a threat.

Boom!

The precious light is flying and the Taoist sound is roaring.

Those old monsters sacrificed their treasures together and killed Wei Yun alone.

Seeing this scene, Cui Jingyan and the old blind man couldn't help but sweat for Wei Yun, and couldn't help but look at Su Yi.

But what shocked the two of them was that the situation had already developed to this point, and Su Yi still stood there with his hands behind his hands, looking indifferent as if he was watching the fire from the other side.

In just a few breaths——

Wei Yun suffered severe injuries, his body was damaged and stained with blood, and he was in a miserable state.

Even the demon puppet under his control showed obvious signs of being unable to hold on.

The white-faced Taoist looked excited and said: "Hurry, he can't hold it anymore!"

Boom!

The war became more intense.

This secret world within a hundred feet has become turbulent and chaotic.

Strangely, as soon as the rolling aftermath of the battle approached the nine-foot-high black altar in the distance, it was blocked and resolved by bursts of blood-colored light and shadow.

And, no more attacks were carried out.

This seems very abnormal. It seems that this altar has spirituality and will only fight back against those strong people who try to get close to it.

"Three of you, you should leave this place quickly now. As long as you escape, there will be strong men from my Wei family to help you, and you will never be put in danger of your lives!"

Suddenly, Su Yi, Cui Jingyan, and the old blind man all heard Wei Yun's urgent voice transmission.

The Lord of the Night Demon City was covered in blood and wounded. He was so miserable that he seemed to be about to die at any moment.

And at this moment, he actually reminded the three of them to leave. This made Cui Jingyan and the old blind man stunned and touched. This guy... is not bad at all...

"die!"

The one-armed old devil shouted loudly, and slashed the sword in his hand across the air, causing a dazzling bloody light.

In other directions, those old demons had already blocked Wei Yun's retreat.

The corners of Wei Yun's lips twitched, and a look of madness appeared in his eyes.

The seriously injured Night Demon City Lord let out a wild laugh: "Kill me, and you won't survive!"

He was about to make some move.

A tall figure appeared in front of him out of thin air, raising his hand to brush and press.

boom! !

The one-armed old devil shot him backwards with a knife, and when he fell to the ground more than ten feet away, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

And with Su Yi pressing down with his palm.

The nearby void suddenly produced an irresistible and terrifying suppressive force, roaring like thunder.

The figures of old monsters such as the Heavenly Slaughter Ghost Monk, the Thousand-Eyed Old Ghost, and others flew out in all directions as if they had been hit by a sacred mountain.

Screams and exclamations followed.

Cui Jingyan and the old blind man both secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. Fortunately, at this critical moment, Su Yi (Master Su) took action!

Wei Yun was shocked and froze there, almost thinking it was a dream.

A young man in the spirit realm, with a flick of his sleeves and a raised palm, broke through the siege of a group of old demons!

Who can not be shocked by this?

"Huh? Damn it!!"

The expression of the white-faced Taoist who was controlling the blood demon Tianshang and the demon puppet to fight in the distance also changed, and his face was full of shock and anger.

He didn't hesitate and slashed at Su Yi with one knife.

Uh-huh!

The seven-inch-long blood demon Tianshang was like a scarlet demonic stream of light, tearing through the void and slashing at him with a soul-stirring terrifying power.

"careful!!"

Wei Yun's soul emerged, and when he wanted to control the demon puppet to stop it, it was already a step too late.

But he saw Su Yi raise his right hand.

boom!

The bright and dazzling blood light exploded and flew all over the sky, like a bright firework exploding.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Su Yi's majestic figure stood on the spot, motionless and unscathed.

Only between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, there was a streak of blood boiling violently, and demonic writing surged. Although he struggled desperately, he could not move those two fingers at all.

Look carefully, that flash of blood is clearly the blood demon Tianshang!

With a raised hand, he can imprison the imperial demon soldiers, just like a god subduing an evil dragon, he can capture them at his fingertips!

Everyone was shocked.

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ps: Happy New Year, kids~