The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

mourning hall.

A bronze coffin lay across it, engraved with vast and ancient patterns such as birds, beasts, insects, fish, sun, moon and stars.

A beautiful girl wearing plain white silk clothes knelt in front of the coffin.

Outside the mourning hall is a secret world like a pure land.

There are terrifying figures like gods and Buddhas, fighting fiercely among them.

Roaring to the sky.

God's blood is pouring.

There was silence in the mourning hall.

The girl kowtowed to the ground from beginning to end, her expression neither sad nor happy, so calm that there was no trace of ripples.

"Oh, it turns out that this is what I will look like after my death..."

Su Yi laughed, but his eyes were full of coldness.

Only occasionally when he looked at the girl, there would be a hint of softness in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

During his lifetime, he once traveled around the heavens, pressed the starry sky with his sword, and ruled the world arbitrarily.

He once conquered the world and dominated an era.

He was also regarded as the only "Master of Ten Thousand Daos" in the wilderness of Kyushu from ancient times to the present.

In the eyes of the kendo giants in Dahuang Jiuzhou, he is the unparalleled "Xuanjun Sword Master" on the kendo road.

And when news of his death came out,

Everything has changed!

"Hahaha, Melting Qingming, Refining the Great Dao, from now on, Su Xuanjun, the 'Melting Heaven Furnace', has returned to his throne!"

A loud laughter sounded in the secret world outside the mourning hall, showing joy and joy.

Su Yi looked up.

It was a golden-winged roc, its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and its color was like golden juice poured out of it. It diffused a bright and unparalleled light. It was so powerful that it could crush a mountain and river.

In its pair of giant claws that tear away the sky, it holds a bright red burning cauldron.

"This little bird actually betrayed me..."

Su Yi sighed.

I still remember that 80,000 years ago, the golden-winged roc prostrated outside the mountain gate, kowtowing for ten days and ten nights, just to serve him and listen to the wonderful teachings.

If you think of it sincerely, you will keep it by your side and practice.

But now, it calls him by his name and snatches his melting furnace.

What a traitor!

"Su Xuanjun owes me eight hundred and ninety-three lives in the 'Feathering Sword Court', and even stole the 'Ten Directions Sword Scripture', our sect's supreme inheritance. Today, we are here to collect debts. Anyone who dares to stop us will be killed!"

Under the sky, amidst the rolling thunder, a red-robed Taoist screamed loudly with murderous intent.

Su Yi was stunned.

Yuhua Sword Court was just a small and unknown sect at first.

His ancestor was only one of the thirty-six named disciples around him.

It was precisely with the power and protection of Su Xuanjun that the Yuhua Sword Court could rise step by step and become one of the six great sects in the wilderness, and it was powerful throughout the world.

But now, the people from Yuhua Sword Court are also here.

Why he owes eight hundred and ninety-three lives is pure nonsense.

Not to mention, the "Ten Directions Sword Scripture" was given to the founder of Yuhua Sword Court by himself!

Apparently, after learning about his death, Yuhua Jianting made up a random excuse and took the opportunity to rob him under the guise of collecting debts.

“People’s hearts are not the same as before, nothing more than that.”

Su Yi couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a little depressed.

In the years before his death, he had never treated those close to him badly.

"Listen, everyone, Su Xuanjun is the 'Master of All Tao' that we all respect. As I am here today, I will never tolerate you taking advantage of the situation and snatching away his relics!"

In the torrential rain of blood, a group of mighty figures shouted loudly.

"Nonsense, that sounds nice. Didn't you come here to snatch the treasure after learning about Old Su's death?"

"How fucking hypocritical!"

Some people sneered and retorted.

"Look at the Immortal Ivy Tree, Great Ruyi, Nine Dragon Divine Fire Lamp, Wanliu Purple Jade Bottle in your hands... which one is not the 'peerless Taoist treasure' left by Su Xuanjun?"

"If you are really serious, why don't you stuff those treasures into Su Xuanjun's coffin and bury him with him?"

...Many terrifying figures sneered.

The world is in turmoil and the war is fierce.

The figures participating in the battle were all the top powers in the Nine Provinces of the Wilderness. They were fighting each other. The scene was terrifying.

In Su Yi's eyes, all this is ridiculous and funny!

These bastards were respectful and obedient when they were alive.

But after his "death", he turned out to be like this!

"Being alive and being dead are really different."

Su Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the girl kneeling in front of the bronze coffin in the mourning hall, with a soft look on her face, "Fortunately, this girl Qingtang is always here..."

When Qingtang was thirteen years old, she followed him to practice and it has been 18,900 years. In the wilderness of Jiuzhou, she has the title of "Queen Qingtang".

In the eyes of outsiders, Qingtang is a high-ranking emperor who rules all nations and controls all nine states. Even people in the same realm are in awe.

But in front of Su Yi, she has always been a little girl-like character. Apart from practicing, she always serves Su Yi, gentle and humble.

"Junior sister, you have been keeping vigil for Master for seven days. If you don't leave now, we are destined to be unable to hold on!"

Suddenly, a tall and majestic figure walked into the mourning hall. His white shirt was already torn and stained with blood. He had just experienced a bloody battle and exuded terrifying power.

Bhimo!

The first of the nine closed disciples under Su Yi, he was named "Bi Mo Zhan Huang" and followed Su Yi to practice for thirty-nine thousand years.

Qingtang, who had been kneeling in front of the coffin, slowly stood up and said in a cold and indifferent voice:

"Senior brother, before the master passed away, he had asked all nine of us to leave separately. Why... why did you come back again?"

Bima frowned slightly and said righteously: "How could I just watch those traitors and enemies destroy everything left by the master? What's more, junior sister, you don't want to leave and are here to keep vigil. As senior brother, I also How could you leave?"

Qingtang turned around and stared at Bimmo with a pair of beautiful eyes as cold as blades, "It's already reached this point, senior brother, you still don't want to tell the truth?"

Bima's pupils narrowed slightly, "Junior sister, what do you mean?"

"what for?"

A hint of mockery appeared on the corners of Qingtang's lips, "Other people don't know, but I know very well that senior brother, you have always been obsessed with Master's 'Nine Hell Sword'."

Bimmo's face changed slightly, he was silent for a moment, then he suddenly laughed, his eyes were cold, "Junior sister, do you dare to say that you are here to guard the soul, not for this sword?"

Qingtang did not deny it, her beautiful and fair cheeks were as calm as before, and said, "Brother, you are wrong. I stay here not just for the Nine Hell Sword."

"What else?" Bhimo couldn't help but ask.

Qingtang looked outside the mourning hall, looking at the world where gods and demons were fighting fiercely, and said calmly: "What the Master left behind during his lifetime..."

"I want them all!"

Every word in the words was so casual and calm. When it came to the end, Qingtang's slender and beautiful figure added a compelling majesty.

"I want it all..."

Bhimo was startled at first, and then couldn't help laughing, his face full of ridicule, and said:

"I didn't expect that among our nine descendants, you are the one with the biggest appetite, my junior sister! If Master were alive and saw this scene, I would never have imagined that Qingtang, whom he loved and trusted the most, could be so greedy! "

In fact, Su Yi has been watching with cold eyes.

He didn't care about the betrayal of the people from the Golden-winged Dapeng and the Feathered Sword Court.

Even if those powerful enemies come to kill him, he doesn't care.

But when he saw that his most respected successor Bima and his most beloved Qingtang also had their own agendas and plans.

He fell silent.

It was just a treasure, but it turned two apprentices against each other. How sad!

Clang!

Suddenly, Qingtang made an unexpected move and severely wounded Bima with one strike of his sword.

"I didn't expect you, bitch, hide it so well!"

At the last moment, Bima seized a chance to escape from the mourning hall, with anger and panic in his voice.

He didn't expect that his junior sister Daoxing would be far more terrifying than he imagined.

Even Su Yi was surprised. It turned out that this girl had already broken through.

Bhima did not stay and ran away immediately.

Qingtang did not pursue her. She stood alone in front of the bronze coffin in the mourning hall, with a sarcastic look on her lips and murmured:

"How sad would Master be if he knew that his eldest disciple was the first person to collude with the Six Dao Sect?"

"There is also third senior brother Huo Yao. Although he was not involved, he stole the 'Xuanchu Divine Mirror' when he left. This treasure alone was enough for him to be promoted to the 'Imperial Realm'..."

"It's a pity that the master has passed away and I can no longer see all this."

Qingtang sighed softly.

And Su Yi's face turned gloomy a little bit.

Only then did he realize that his most trusted disciple had actually committed an act of betrayal and lured a wolf into the house!

Only then did we find out that Huo Yao, the third disciple, had stolen the "Xuanchu Divine Mirror" that suppressed this secret world!

No wonder those traitors and enemies can easily enter their own territory...

Thinking of this, Su Yi was angry and sad at the same time.

At this time, Qingtang suddenly stepped out of the mourning hall.

Her graceful and slender figure seemed to be alone in the world. A pair of beautiful and indifferent eyes scanned the world and said coldly:

"From today on, I, Qingtang, will dominate the wilderness!"

Uh-huh!

A green sword intent suddenly flashed out of her body, swaying upwards, covering the sky and the earth. The green sword intent light rain spurted out, like one after another heaven-striking blade, easily killing one terrifying figure after another.

Just a moment——

The heaven and earth are picturesque, stained with divine blood!

The remaining terrifying beings were all horrified, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their whole bodies were shivering.

"Surrender or die."

In this terrifying and bloody atmosphere, Qingtang spoke indifferently, and his voice spread throughout the nine heavens and ten places.

"We are willing to honor the Queen!"

"We are willing to honor the Queen!"

At this moment, frightened by Qingtang's power, those powerful men bowed their heads!

"This girl..."

Su Yi's pupils narrowed slightly, and his heart couldn't calm down. He didn't expect that Qingtang's Taoism had reached such a level.

Originally, as a master, he should be happy.

But now, there is only an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

At this moment, how could he not understand that the little apprentice he loved the most had hidden something else in the past years?

Not long after, Qingtang turned around and walked into the mourning hall.

She looked back at the bronze coffin, bowed and said in a calm voice:

"Master, my disciple Qingtang has been keeping vigil for you for seven days, and has also helped you suppress those traitors and enemies. I have fulfilled the bond between master and disciple."

"From now on, I alone will inherit everything you left."

While speaking, she stepped forward, raised her hand and pressed it on the bronze coffin, and whispered,

"The Nine Hell Sword cannot just be buried with you like this. When my disciple learns the secrets of this sword, he will return it. Master, don't blame me for disturbing your rest..."

boom!

The bronze coffin lid was lifted.

But at this moment, Qingtang, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly changed his expression.

"How could..."

The bronze coffin was empty.

Not to mention the Nine Hell Sword, even the master’s body is missing!

Su Yi, who had seen all this, had boiling anger in his pupils.

Even though, before he decided to reincarnate and rebuild, he was already prepared for what was about to happen.

But at this time, it was still difficult to contain the anger in his heart.

But gradually, the anger in Su Yi's eyes faded little by little, and in the end there was only endless indifference and coldness left.

"When I come back, I hope you bastards are still alive and well..."

Su Yi's illusory figure that no one noticed dissipated into nothingness and disappeared completely.

…

The Great Wilderness lasted for 18,000 years. Su Xuanjun, the "Xuanjun Sword Master" who had dominated the Nine Provinces of the Great Wilderness for an era, died, and the Nine Provinces shook together.

Seven days later.

The disciple of Sword Master Xuanjun, Queen Qingtang swept across Liuhe, pacified the heavens of Shenzhou, and became respected in the world.

…

Five hundred years later.

Great Zhou Kingdom, Yunhe County, Guangling City.

In the evening, the sunset is like fire.

Outside Songyunjian Mansion.

Su Yi stood alone at a distance, waiting for her sister-in-law Wen Lingxue to finish school.