First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 501: Huo Tiandu, die!
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Although he was disdainful, Su Yi was not careless.
After all, it is an ancient evil spirit. It can be sealed in the body of the sword and is immortal. The power it masters is destined to be no trivial matter.
Su Yi's eyes are deep and his heart is soft, it is indeed time to end...
When a battle comes to the trump card, there is no point in continuing.
On Shuyun Lake, the blood-colored demon is filled with mist.
Shhh!
I saw Huo Tiandu's soul swept out of the broken body, and then jumped into the scarlet and demonic ancient sword of Netherfrost.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, the sword seemed to come alive all at once. Under the impetus of Huo Tiandu's soul, it rose into the sky and slashed towards Su Yi.
Boom!
As if the heavens and the earth were shaking, an unparalleled evil and domineering sword energy rushed into the sky, raging like a storm, and it was extremely dazzling on the Shuyun Lake in this night.
On the shore of the lake, I don't know how many monks were stunned and terrified.
In their field of vision, the sky was filled with blood-colored haze, and there was an unparalleled evil sword energy in the sky, and there seemed to be an evil god-like phantom laughing wildly, fierce and powerful.
Just looking at it from a distance can make people feel hopeless.
In the tea shed, Weng Jiu couldn't hold back any longer, his figure rose out of thin air and wanted to rush into the lake for rescue.
Right now—
Chong!
A wispy sword chanting sounded, it seemed to come from the ancient sounds of nature, and it seemed to be the first ray of the Great Dao Lun sound at the beginning of chaos.
Weng Jiu's heart trembled, and the figure standing on the ground froze.
In a trance, he seemed to see that in the middle of Shuyun Lake, Su Yi's tall figure suddenly became tall and boundless.
His green robe is like jade, his black hair flutters, and an obscure and mysterious sword intent lingers around his body, still his indifferent appearance.
But in him, there is an indescribable invisible power emerging.
Just like the gods above the swordsmanship, with Tianxian in his mouth, he controls the sun and the moon, and oppresses the heavens!
It is the existence of Weng Jiu, and there is a sense of horror and awe that is as small as an ant uncontrollably in his heart.
But in just an instant, all the perceptions and sights disappeared, and a roar sounded on Shuyun Lake.
Boom! !
The blood-colored haze covering the void seems to have been torn apart by an invisible storm and disintegrated without a trace.
In the middle of the lake, the evil sword qi that was so monstrous and soaring into the sky broke down one by one, disintegrating like a foam, and disappeared.
Even the arrogant evil spirit phantom, the wanton and fierce laughter, disappeared like an illusion.
The night was dark.
There is no autumn wind and no autumn rain.
But the chilling air that pervades the sky and the earth is so thick that it cannot be dissolved, filling every inch of the void.
The dark night has once again become the background color of Shuyun Lake.
The dim lights and shadows let people vaguely see that in the middle of the lake, there was only a solitary figure standing on the ground.
Under the night, he is like an immutable rock, no matter how dangerous the wind and waves are, he has never been shaken in the slightest!
This person is naturally Su Yi.
He lowered his head and looked to the right, the ancient sword of Mingshuang whimpered and trembled, as if surrendering.
Inside the sword, the spirit belonging to Huo Tiandu, the great elder of Yuntian Shrine, was extremely weak.
"You are not as good as me in the competition of strength, and you are also not as good as me in the competition of trump cards. You still want to kill me Su Yi with your own life. Are you... worthy?"
Su Yi whispered softly, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Huo Tiandu muttered with relief and bitterness from the sword body: "To die under such power, this old man has no regrets..."
Su Yi said lightly: "This is my strength."
"Really, if so, why are you only in the Yuanfu realm?"
Huo Tian is mocking, like hearing a big joke.
Su Yi sighed lightly, showing a look of pity, "If it was before, ants like you would not be qualified to give me a face."
Huo Tiandu wanted to say something, but it was too late.
His spirit began to dissipate, fading a little like a rain of light, and then turning into nothingness.
"My lord, I am willing to be a slave!"
In the ancient sword of Mingshuang, there was a panicked cry of pleading, vaguely visible, and there was a shadow of an evil spirit crawling on it, shivering.
"An evil spirit, still wanting to be my slave? It's really... beautiful."
Su Yi laughed.
He lifts it up.
With a snort, the ancient Mingshuang sword trembled violently, and the evil spirit inside was completely sealed.
He was not interested in the origin of the evil spirit.
No way, in his previous life, he despised this kind of spirit body born from the power of filthy sin.
"It's a good sword."
Su Yi put away the ancient sword of Mingshuang.
The material of this sword is made of divine materials at the spiritual level. Although it is not a rare treasure, it can serve as a great nourishment when tempering the Xuanwu sword in the future.
As for the evil spirit, naturally, it cannot be wasted, and it can be given to the Netherflame Sparrow as food.
Su Yi turned around and walked towards the lake.
The clouds and rain in the night sky dissipated, revealing a dazzling array of stars.
The war is over, and near Shuyun Lake, it seems to restore the tranquility of the past.
At the tea shed, when I saw the tall figure coming from Ling Bo, Weng Jiu woke up like a dream
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, recovered from the shock.
He subconsciously greeted him and said, "Is your fellow Daoist okay?"
If you look closely, this old man who made Mrs. Huanxi Sharou bow her head in awe just by showing her face, when she faced Su Yi at this moment, there was already a trace of respect in her expression!
Before, when he faced Su Yi, no matter how humble and submissive he behaved, it was just out of etiquette, because he asked Su Yi.
Deep in my heart, I only regard Su Yi as a junior, and regard Su Yi as a rare genius of the younger generation.
But now, Weng Jiu's attitude is completely different!
Su Yi naturally knew the reason.
However, he never cared about this and said, "Have you seen the previous battle?"
Weng Jiu nodded. He thought that Su Yi wanted him to comment on the battle, and was preparing to formulate some words.
I saw Su Yi and said: "Okay, please go and pack up the spoils. When you and your master go to Qingyun Xiaoju tomorrow, just bring them to me."
Weng Jiu's expression was stagnant, and he was completely choked with words.
In this big summer, besides the Lord, who would dare to command oneself like this?
But this small but not polite at all! His demeanor and words were still so casual, could it be that in his eyes, he was just a... errand?
"Good."
Weng Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed his depression.
"Are there any treasures?"
Su Yi asked again.
He had just experienced a big battle, and he was also very exhausted. Naturally, he would not walk when he could ride in a car.
Weng Jiuxin burst into a wry smile, but, this kid hit the snake with the stick, and became more rude when calling him.
But there is no way, he has no reason to refuse, and said: "Fellow Daoist just need to go along this street, and within a moment, there will be a treasure chariot coming to pick you up."
"Thank you."
Su Yi turned and walked into the distance.
"Heh, this brat who is so proud of himself is actually thanking him? However, this can be regarded as saying something to listen to."
Weng Jiuxin felt a little more comfortable.
"That's right."
Su Yi stopped suddenly, as if remembering something.
"What else do you want to tell fellow Daoists?"
Weng Jiu asked.
Seeing Su Yi pointing at the xylophone on the table, he said, "I personally give you a sincere suggestion, you are not suitable for a rhythm, don't play the piano in the future, or else you will spoil such good songs as Ambush from Daggers. "
Speaking, he has carried his back and strode away.
Leaving only Weng Jiu with black lines on his face, embarrassed and ashamed.
This kid, what a poisonous mouth! !
At this time, the monks watching the battle on the shore of the lake seemed to have finally regained their senses, and then there was an uproar around the Shuyun Lake like a frying pan.
"My God! The Great Elder of Yuntian Shrine has passed away!!"
I don't know how many people were shocked and dumbfounded.
"How terrifying was that last blow, how could it be blocked? How sacred is that young robed boy?"
There are also many people who are speculating about Su Yi's identity, but without exception, they are all confused.
But the more it does, the more mysterious it becomes, the more it creates an irresistible feeling of awe.
"Tomorrow's Jiuding City, I'm afraid there will be an uproar because of this!"
There are old figures who speak with certainty.
Huo Tiandu, a world-famous Spirit Transformation Realm existence, whose identity is also extremely terrifying. He is not only the inner sect elder of Yuntian Shrine, one of the four top Taoist lineages, but also the Huo clan, one of the great Xia clans. One of the Supreme Elders.
Such a monstrous man died on the lake of Shuyun tonight!
Don't think about it at all, this matter is destined to cause a sensation in the world and make the entire cultivation world tremble!
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On a jade platform on the top floor of a pavilion not far from Shuyun Lake.
"No, it's impossible! It's impossible!!"
Huo Mingyuan, the patriarch of the Huo clan, was full of grief and anger, with blue veins bursting out on his forehead.
Wearing a purple robe, he looks imposing and majestic, but at this time he seems extremely rude.
Beside him, the faces of the Huo family's bigwigs were gloomy.
They were watching from a distance as the previous battle unfolded.
But no one thought that in the end, Huo Tiandu lost his sword at the cost of his life!
It made them unacceptable for a moment.
"This... how can I explain it to the sect!"
A Chinese robe with a mustache and long hair like ink beat his chest and feet, and his expression was full of grief and indignation.
Yu Fenghe.
The fourth-ranked elder in the inner gate of Yuntian Divine Palace, a person who existed in the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
Beside him, there is a tall and sturdy man named Nie Yingshan, also from Yuntian Divine Palace, in the early stage of Spirit Transformation, the fifth elder in the inner door.
At this time, the faces of the two big figures in Yuntian Shrine became uglier than the other.
There has been a days-long quarrel between the top management of the Yuntian Shrine about whether to deal with Su Yi ~IndoMTL.com~.
In the end, with the presence of the Supreme Elder "Jinghai Zhenjun", Huo Tiandu agreed to take someone to Jiuding City to kill Su Yi.
But who would have thought that Huo Tiandu, a world-famous Spirit Transformation Realm, would die tonight in a Yuanfu Realm youth?
The atmosphere is depressing.
These adults, who are like overlords in the eyes of secular monks, are all like mourning concubines!
Suddenly,
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A big man in the Huo family said with murderous aura, "How about we go out together now to kill this little beast like Su Yi?"
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