Number one swordsman

The fifth day of May, 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 Linglong Ghost Domain Zhaixing Mountain, the news flew to all parts of the world as if it had grown wings.

As a result, an uproar was set off, and the world was shocked.

The Huan family of the Mozu.

After hearing the news, the strong Huan clan who stayed behind in the clan felt as if they had been struck by lightning, as if they were mourning their wives.

"Heaven perishes my Huan clan!"

An old man uttered a desperate scream.

Originally, they had already organized the banquet early and prepared fine wine, and they just waited for Huan Tiandu and others to come back victoriously, so they could celebrate.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting was a sad news like a bolt from the blue!

For a time, the whole family was devastated.

Jingkong Temple.

A burst of intense piercing bells rang continuously.

Every time it sounded, the monks' faces turned pale.

Until the bell rang 21 times, a suffocating and dull atmosphere enveloped the Jingkong Temple.

Every monk was devastated and looked bleak.

When the bell rang, it meant that someone from the sect had fallen.

The bell rang 21 times, which meant that their sect went to the Linglong Ghost Realm to kill Su Yi's powerhouse, and their army was wiped out!

Tianji Daomen.

"The 3-year ban on the dark antiquity, I can't help my Tianji Taoist sect, but now it has been defeated by a young man!"

An older person lost his composure, looked crazy, and cried loudly, "It's over, it's over!"

Burning Sun Sect.

"Let's all go away, take away the treasures of the sect, and remember to act in the future, don't pretend to be a preacher of the Burning Yang Sect, otherwise, you will definitely invite murder."

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

At the end, the corners of the old man's lips trembled, and he couldn't help crying after all.

As an old man who has experienced the ups and downs of the world and is used to the ups and downs of the world, he undoubtedly knows best that even if Su Yi doesn't do anything, in the next time, countless hungry wolves are bound to pounce on them and tear their Fenyang Sect to pieces. swallow.

With the news of the defeat, these ancient forces with the foundation to win the world fell into chaos and turmoil one by one.

The same scenes also happened in other world forces such as Tianxing Jianzhai, Tiandou Lingjiao, and Huaxing Yaozong.

"With Su Yi in the Cangqing Continent, there is no place for us to stand!"

"Let's go, if you don't go, those people who smell blood and hurt people will come soon"

"Success or failure, right and wrong, turn your head empty, how sad!"

"Aren't you talking about a comeback? Don't you think we didn't fail badly enough and didn't die enough?"

After these three external forces fell into turmoil, they finally made the same decision by coincidence.

Evacuate from the Cangqing Continent!

On the contrary, the three ancient forces, Yin Sha Nether Palace, Yunyin Sword Mountain, and Dongguo Clan, all felt extremely fortunate after hearing such news.

Because they did not participate in the crusade against Su Yi due to various reasons, and thus escaped a catastrophe without any danger!

"Seeing him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse and everything is changing!"

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace of Yin Sha was even more moved by this.

On this day, all places in the world where monks gather are also in turmoil.

What is discussed is the news of this most glorious battle in the world so far.

The most discussed name, there is only one.

Su Yi!

Some people respectfully call him Lord Su, some call him the Immortal Su, some praise his name, and some shock his might.

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

A living mythical figure.

A swordsman who has never been defeated!

It's like a banished fairy coming up from the sky, how many times will we see each other in the world.

Big week.

It is late at night.

In the magnificent palace, the lights are bright.

A group of beautiful singers danced in thin veils, their graceful skins 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 low and he was lonely.

He is the emperor admired by the world, with great power in his hands, sitting in the world.

But he is the only one who knows best what it means to be "lonely"!

"Report-"

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

The cheerful drumming stopped abruptly, and all the dancing singers stamped their feet.

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Zhili frowned.

The old eunuch presented a secret letter that had just arrived from Da Xia.

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

After a long time, he slammed the dragon chair and laughed excitedly, "From now on, this mighty world will be honored by me, Brother Su!"

He stood up tall, full of vigor, and kept laughing.

The old eunuch couldn't help but sigh, His Majesty hasn't been this happy for a long time.

"What are you doing in a daze, I am very happy, don't teach singing and dancing!"

Zhou Zhili said loudly, "Tonight, I want to drink to my heart's content!"

Seeing this, the old eunuch urged at the top of his voice, "Hurry up, play the music and dance!"

late at night.

In a restaurant.

Lively discussions continued to ring out, 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's heart was also ups and downs.

"One person, one sword, the Seven Great Powers joined forces to suppress the Great World. This Su Yi is really a fairy-like figure in the sky."

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

Shen Li sighed softly.

He is just a small character on the road of cultivation, he has just shown his talents, and it is impossible to imagine how terrifying an existence like Su Yi should be.

After silently finishing his glass of wine, Shen Li got up and left.

No matter how powerful Su Yi is, it has nothing to do with a small 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 method. In this case, I can ask him some questions about cultivation."

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

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

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

Until now, every time Shen Li thinks of this time, he feels grateful.

"In the eyes of the world, that Su Yi is a banished fairy from the sky, but in my eyes, Shen Li, that senior is the real banished fairy."

Shen Li muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, I just don't know the name of that senior."

It wasn't until many years later that Shen Li, who had grown into a giant, realized that the senior he was so grateful to was the exiled immortal in the eyes of the world.

It is the legend of the sword that crushed the world for 3 years!

"Master, in front of you is Fuxianling Caoxi Village. The place where Cao Ping and his sister 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 a black Taoist robe, and the other is a heroic young man in a white robe.

There was a gleam in the eyes of the old man. Caoxi Village in the middle of the night was shrouded in an invisible peaceful atmosphere, as peaceful as a paradise.

"What the master said is very true. Since last year, this remote secular village has changed. No matter which villager has a long life and good fortune, even this small village has never been attacked by fierce beasts."

The white-robed boy said, "Especially the brothers and sisters Cao Ping and Cao An, they are like the auspicious omens in the village, they will always encounter some strange and good things, so that even now, the common people in a radius of a hundred miles all call The two of them descended to earth as lucky stars."

The old man nodded and said, "This is luck, let's go, let's go to the residence of the brother and sister."

As he spoke, he stepped into Caoxi Village.

It was late at night, and the people in the village had already rested, only a few households still had oil lamps on.

"Amazing! The terrain and mountains of this world have changed. What gathers is not the aura of heaven and earth, but the illusory auspicious aura of the Great Dao."

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

The seemingly ordinary village has become like a paradise because of an auspicious atmosphere.

This moved the old man, what kind of existence should have acted to change the feng shui of this small village and attract the power of auspiciousness from all directions?

"Master, the place ahead is where the brother and sister live."

The boy in white robe pointed to the distance.

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

This kind of living place looks like a poor family at first glance.

But when the old man saw the courtyard, he stopped quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and an uncontrollable look of surprise appeared between the brows.

The auspicious aura of this place is like a dragon hiding in a deep abyss, not showing the mountains and not showing the water, not to mention ordinary people, even monks on the road, it is difficult to detect it.

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

The white-robed boy clicked his tongue and said in amazement, "Especially during the time when the great world came, there were countless ferocious monsters and ghosts on Fuxian Ridge, but none of them dared to come to this village to do wild things, it's simply unimaginable. "

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 a blessing.

The four words that are commonly seen.

But the handwriting is ancient and vigorous, which makes people feel peaceful when they look at it, and the more they look at it, the more comfortable they become.

But in the eyes of the old man, these four characters have a majestic and immeasurable momentum, filled with a grand and peaceful mysterious charm!

His state of mind trembled inexplicably, and in a trance, it seemed that what he was facing was not a single word, but a vast world!

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