The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

wrong.

Suddenly, Su Yi frowned slightly.

Ning Sihua, who was already frightened, stiffened slightly and said, Do you, fellow Taoist, notice anything is wrong?

Su Yi asked: If you were Bai Changhen, would you not take precautions when you know that it is very easy for the sword to be eaten by its master?

Ning Sihua said without hesitation: Definitely not.

As the third generation master of the Qunxian Sword Tower, with Bai Changhen's character and wisdom, how could he not be aware of the danger of using his body to feed a sword?

Su Yi said: This also means that Bai Changhen was not suddenly killed by the Shen Jiu Demon Sword, but something else happened, which gave the Shen Jiu Demon Sword an opportunity.

Ning Sihua was shocked.

The murderer who killed Bai Changhen and caused the tragedy in the Immortal Sword Tower was not the only one responsible for the Shengui Demon Sword?

Such a truth is undoubtedly too penetrating!

At this time, Su Yi looked towards the top of the hall.

This hall is extremely majestic and tall. The top is like a huge round umbrella. In the center of the umbrella, a palm-sized blue copper lamp hangs.

The copper lamp was unlit and had no breath. In addition, it was extremely far away from the ground, making it easy to ignore its existence.

But when he saw this inconspicuous copper lamp, Su Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He moved his eyes and looked again at the seventy-two Taoist platforms standing in the hall.

At this moment——

In the green copper lamp hanging on the top of the hall, the blood-like lamp oil squirmed silently and slightly, and a bird-shaped wick quietly emerged.

The wick of the lamp suddenly lit, and the illuminated lamp shadow was bright red, outlining a blurry shadow of a woman.

Click! Click! Click!

Almost at the same time, a burst of intensive explosions sounded.

On the seventy-two forbidden platforms, the exquisite cocoons cracked like broken eggshells.

A series of terrifying zombie auras surged out.

Ning Sihua's expression changed immediately, and she was shocked by this sudden scene.

Don't panic.

Su Yi reached out and patted her shoulder, his expression as calm as ever.

Only the pair of deep eyes looked back at the green copper lamp hanging on the top of the hall.

The shadow of the lamp shimmered like blood, and a vague figure of a woman loomed, exuding a strange and penetrating aura.

The moment Su Yi looked over, the woman in the shadow of the lamp seemed to notice, raising her hand and snapping her fingers.

Snapped!

The seventy-two forbidden towers in the hall suddenly roared, and the cloud patterns covering them seemed to come alive, intertwining into a huge forbidden formation.

Su Yi and Ning Sihua, who were among them, were suddenly in crisis!

Whoosh whoosh!

Almost at the same time, figures emerged from the exquisite cocoon filled with the evil spirit of corpses. There were men and women. They all looked very young. They were dressed in dark golden Taoist robes and carried spiritual swords on their backs.

Originally, they looked like a group of dazzling sword cultivators.

But the blood-colored corpse evil on their bodies made their auras become fierce and terrifying, and their pupils glowed with a scarlet and cold luster.

Seventy-two corpse spirits!

But unlike the corpse spirits with broken and rotting bodies outside the main hall, the bodies of these seventy-two corpse spirits were intact, and their auras were unimaginably powerful.

None of them are weaker than those in the spirit transformation realm.

The auras of several corpse spirits among them are even comparable to beings in the spiritual realm!

Ning Sihua's hair stood on end, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

She was only in the Bigu realm, and even if she tried to stay calm, she still felt suffocated and hopeless when faced with the aura emanating from those corpse spirits.

Think about it,

What a terrifying scene it would be if seventy-two great monks from the Spirit Transformation Realm were sent out together?

Fellow Taoist, can these corpse spirits still be saved?

Ning Sihua asked stammeringly.

certainly.

Su Yi said casually, But we have to change the way.

Clang!

The words were still echoing, and the Xuanwu sword had fallen into Su Yi's hands.

As Su Yi circulated his cultivation, the night-like ethereal blade of Xuanwu Sword glowed with blazing golden Buddha light.

What's amazing is that around the Xuanwu sword, there are circles of ripples of Buddha's light and sword shadow. Each ripple is like a golden lotus platform. On the lotus platform, there is a faint shadow of the Buddha.

The sounds of chanting sutras, Zen singing, wooden fish sounds, and praises...were intertwined into a grand and immeasurable Sanskrit sound that echoed endlessly in this hall.

Great Bright Sanskrit Sword!

It is one of the four great swordsmanship traditions of Xiaoxitian. It is also known as the Miao Huadu Sword, Cihang Wenxin Sword and Daqian Mingjing Sword. They are all supreme Buddhist sword scriptures.

Although Su Yi is not a Buddhist, in his previous life, he sat down with Emperor Konishi's ancient Inkstone Buddha Lord to discuss Taoism. His understanding and attainments of Buddhist inheritance made Lord Yanxin full of praise.

Under such circumstances, the Great Bright Sanskrit Sword used would be awe-inspiring even for the Buddhist cultivators in Xiaoxitian.

When Ning Sihua saw such magnificent, bright and blazing swordsmanship, her heart was swaying, and eight words came to her mind:

Incredible skills, taking over everything!

The ripples of the mighty Buddha's light were like a torrent of warmth, washing away the tension and depression in Ning Sihua's heart, and her whole person felt as if she had been liberated.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The loud shouts were like thunder.

Seventy-two corpse spirits sacrificed their spiritual swords behind their backs, and charged towards Su Yi and Ning Sihua with overwhelming corpse evil energy.

The power displayed by each corpse spirit is ferocious and ferocious, enough to make people in the spirit transformation realm tremble with fear.

And when they gathered together and rushed over together, they were like an army of evil spirits from the depths of hell!

Even those in the spiritual realm are destined to avoid his edge!

It's really pitiful to be manipulated even after death.

Su Yi sighed lightly.

In his hand, Xuanwu Sword thrust out across the air.

A circle of Buddha's light sword shadows flew up, seemingly as gentle as ripples, but when it was slashed out, it was accompanied by a bright and boundless Buddha's light and a heaven-shaking Sanskrit sound!

Boom!

The spiritual swords activated by those corpse spirits were so powerful and terrifying, but they were blocked by the mighty and bright Sanskrit Sound Sword Qi while they were still in mid-air.

Can't make any progress!

The corpse spirit that looked like a tall man rushing at the front was swept by a blazing bright sword energy. His body immediately burned and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And then, as Su Yi stepped forward and kept swinging his sword, circles of golden sword shadow rippled and spread, bursts of Sanskrit chants resounded loudly, and phantoms like Buddhas rushed out from the lotus platform, suppressing Quartet.

Bang bang bang!

Those corpse spirits that were comparable to those in the Spiritual Transformation Realm were as if they were trapped in a sea of ​​Buddha's light at this moment.

The sword energy swept across, and the sound of the sword was like a tide, making their figures burn, turning into ashes and fluttering into the air.

Even corpse spirits comparable to the level of the spiritual realm were severely suppressed by the power of this supreme Buddhist sword scripture. No matter how hard they struggled, it was to no avail and they were eventually destroyed.

Those scenes made Ning Sihua stunned and stunned.

At this moment, Su Yi is like a Buddha walking in the world, slaying demons, clearing away the demon atmosphere, and bringing light to the world.

The light of Buddha illuminates the world.

Just less than ten breaths.

All seventy-two corpse spirits were saved!

And that's not the end of it.

Then he saw Su Yi's sleeves and robes fluttering, and he suddenly struck the Xuanwu sword in his hand into the air.

boom!

With a punch, ripples of bright and blazing sword energy spread out in all directions, and the seventy-two forbidden towers standing in different positions collapsed and exploded.

The power of the forbidden formation that originally covered the surrounding area collapsed and disappeared.

Su Yi looked at the green copper lamp on the top of the hall and said calmly: Do you want to continue playing?

Ning Sihua subconsciously followed Su Yi's gaze.

I saw the bright red light and shadow of the blue copper lamp swaying, and there was a vague figure of a woman floating in the shadow of the lamp.

Who is this woman?

Ning Sihua was surprised.

Wow~

The green copper lamp, which was only the size of a palm, sounded like the sound of the undulating ocean.

Then he saw a piece of blood rushing out, surging in the void, and gradually outlined a female figure.

She has white hair like snow, wears a blood-colored dress, has a graceful figure, and has a pair of beautiful blue eyes that are enchanting and cold.

As she appeared, wisps of blood-colored sword intent lingered around her, adding a chilling and fierce aura.

The woman with white hair and bloody skirt reached out her hand, and the green copper lamp fell into her palm.

Then, she took a gentle step and appeared out of thin air not far from Su Yi. Her skirt was fluttering and her breath was sharp. Coupled with her exquisite and beautiful face, she looked like a fairy!

Ning Sihua's eyes hurt, and her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. She lowered her head subconsciously, not daring to look at the woman with white hair and a bloody dress.

The opponent's aura is too fierce and terrifying!

My Taoist friend is very capable, he must be an extraordinary person.

The woman with white hair and blood skirt spoke, and her voice was as cold and frightening as the edge of a sword, However, this is the peaceful place of the Immortal Sword Tower. If you break in without permission, you have made a big mistake. If you don't want to die here, Fellow Taoist, it’s best to take your female companion with you and leave immediately.”

Su Yi smiled, not caring about the threat in the other party's words.

He looked at Bai Changhen's corpse deep in the hall and said, Back then, was it you who cooperated with the Shen Jiu Demon Sword to kill Bai Changhen?

Ning Sihua was shocked. Could this woman with white hair and bloody skirt be another murderer?

The woman with white hair and bloody skirt frowned and said, Fellow Taoist, have you decided not to leave?

She didn't answer, but the aura on her body became more and more powerful and intimidating.

What about you, why don't you leave?

Su Yi looked casual and asked casually, Now that the restrictive power from this place to the outside world has long dissipated, with your way of doing things, it will not be difficult to leave from here.

The woman with white hair and bloody skirt frowned more and more. How could she not see that Su Yi didn't care about her threat at all?

After a moment of silence, her pair of cyan pupils stared at the cyan copper lamp in her palm and said, I'm waiting for someone.

Su Yi shook his head and said: No, in my opinion, you are waiting for the Shen Jiu Demon Sword.

The woman with white hair and bloody skirt had slightly condensed pupils, as if she was surprised.

Then Su Yi continued: However, this sword can no longer come.

The woman with white hair and bloody skirt said categorically: Impossible!

This sentence undoubtedly proves that she is indeed waiting for the Shen Jiu Demon Sword!

This made Ning Sihua feel shocked, and she finally understood why Qingluo appeared outside the ruins of the Immortal Sword Tower some time ago.

It turns out that it is the Shen Jiu Demon Sword that lives in Qingluo's spine, and he wants to see the woman in front of him with white hair and a bloody skirt!