Shen Yu has never been a competitive person.
In the long river of time, only those who survive are the most powerful people.
Just like the Demon Ancestor Luohou who was suppressed by the Great Formation of Heaven and Earth in the Northern Demon Realm, apart from Shen Yu, there were other practitioners who were on par with him for three thousand years.
But in the endless years, some of these people died, and some disappeared completely.
The reason why Shen Yu was willing to compete with this once younger genius in Kunlun was because Shen Yu just wanted to see what level the sword in his hand had reached after reaching the peak of the Immortal Movement Realm.
As his cultivation gradually improved, the sense of urgency in Shen Yu's heart became stronger and stronger, and the deepest part of his soul reminded him to hurry up all the time.
His time is running out.
It was precisely because of this that he had a flash of inspiration and sensed something strange on Fuyao Mountain.
It is very likely that you will encounter a more powerful being here than you have encountered before.
So he agreed to compete with this handsome Kunlun disciple.
When Dong Chengyi heard this, he felt a long-lost sense of fear in his heart for some reason, just like when he traveled to a secret realm in Central Continent many years ago and met a great swordsman who had lived for nearly a thousand years.
The feeling that he might die at any time made his hair stand on end, and he could hardly control himself and wanted to turn around and leave.
Dong Chengyi's eyes passed over everyone, and finally fell on the slim junior sister, and then he tightly grasped the Dao sword in his hand.
"Have you thought about it? There are ravines between the Upper Three Realms and the Immortal Ascension Realm. The distance between them is like heaven and earth."
Dong Chengyi mustered up his confidence and said coldly.
no answer.
Shen Yu just stood there indifferently, his eyes indifferent, and a fairy sword emitting red light slowly floated in front of him.
From the beginning to the end, Shen Yu didn't think too much about winning or losing, because it was impossible for him to lose.
Even if the opponent is Kunlun's best young disciple, even if this person's combat prowess is comparable to Wan Jianyi.
From the moment he entered the Immortal Ascension Realm, Shen Yu already had the capital to travel around the world. He had forgotten some Taoist sword techniques for three thousand years and had already re-remembered them with the passage of time.
Shen Yu glanced at Lu Caiwei, who instantly understood what he was thinking. She didn't try to persuade him anymore, but silently followed the crowd back a hundred feet.
Dong Chengyi looked a little angry. Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had never met anyone who dared to ignore his existence like this.
The man's handsome face had a hint of murderous intent, and he said solemnly: "I will not hold back."
The words just fell.
Then a clear sound of swords was heard. The sound of the swords could be heard for nine days, making the hearts of the people watching in the distance tremble.
Kunlun's Taoist ancestors not only have Taoist magic crowns, but also a large number of Taoist sword immortals have emerged over the years.
The Dao Sect Sword Immortal and the Sword Cultivator are different.
Most sword cultivators in the world practice sword-holding and sword-driving skills. The former respects power, while the latter pursues killing people thousands of miles away.
However, most practitioners of the Taoist sect have developed a new way of swordsmanship, using the sword as a guide, or using the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, or calling for wind and rain, or simply using the Taoist sword as a magic weapon and practicing the path of killing with the sword.
Dong Chengyi is a disciple of the Kunlun Master, so he can naturally practice the vast Taoist swordsmanship in the Holy Land.
Therefore, what he practices is the way of killing with the sword immortal.
Similar to Wan Jianyi, he can practice both Taoism and Swordsmanship.
As the Dao sword continued to rotate, Dong Chengyi's aura gradually rose to its peak. His cultivation in the upper three realms allowed him to condense spiritual energy within a huge range.
The rich spiritual energy of the entire Fuyao Sword Sect was gathered above the tip of the Dao sword at this moment.
The strong wind roared and the sword energy spread freely.
Shuiyue Fairy and Lu Caiwei, who were a hundred feet away, both looked at the handsome man who was gathering momentum in shock.
"Senior Sister Shuiyue, it seems that Senior Brother Dong has a higher level of cultivation, and his sword power is more powerful. That guy named Shen Yu can't beat him."
"Of course, Senior Brother Dong is tied with Senior Brother Wan Jianyi. If it weren't for Nian
The age is bigger, so it’s unclear who is on the Lingyun List. "
A Kunlun disciple praised him. Lu Caiwei looked back and saw that it was a disciple from the Taoist Academy.
The little girl gave the disciple a hard look, and the latter quickly retracted his head, lowered his head, and did not dare to say a word.
Seeing this, Lu Caiwei waved her hands towards the many Kunlun disciples behind her and said angrily: "Everyone, please stay away to avoid being accidentally injured."
Although these words were somewhat irritating, the dozen disciples from Kunlun and Yaochi could still clearly see the situation in front of them. The distance of a hundred feet was indeed too close for the two people in front.
Just as everyone was retreating, Dong Chengyi in the center of the courtyard had already accumulated his sword power to its peak. He looked at the man in green shirt with an indifferent expression in front of him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
So what if he is the so-called first person in the Immortal Ascension Realm.
Even if he crosses the border and fights countless times, it is all useless in the face of the huge gap in realm.
Suddenly, Dong Chengyi felt a little uninterested in this battle of morale. Even if he won, it would be a victory in terms of realm.
No one should be surprised by this.
But the sword has risen.
He can't retreat.
Dong Chengyi's eyes became a little cold, he pinched the sword technique with his right hand and shouted: "Huanghuang Heavenly Sword, I say Changrong, go!"
boom!
A bright beam of light suddenly erupted from the spiritual energy that had been accumulated for a long time. The beam of light was dazzling, driving the trembling Dao sword straight forward.
There, a figure in a green shirt stood at the forefront of the sword light.
The spiritual whirlwind triggered by Dong Chengyi's sword blows the sleeves of the man's green shirt, swaying wantonly.
Shen Yu, who was in the center of the intertwining sword energy and sword light, felt the majestic aura coming towards his face and sighed in his heart. When it comes to the realm of cultivation, Kunlun Holy Land is much better than Dao Sect.
The man in front of him, who was only about thirty years old, had already entered the upper three realms. However, no one in the Dao Sect could compete with such a person.
Even Chen Jianzhi and Fang Hen, who were called geniuses by Qinglu Palace, couldn't compare.
Only Yu Wenwen, who has understood the ultimate realm, can barely win.
Shen Yu was thinking a lot, but the Jing Qing sword in front of him slowly bloomed with a more dazzling red light.
The ordinary fairy sword suddenly rotated along with the majestic sword energy coming from the sky.
There was chaos in the air.
The spiritual energy brought by Jing Qing's sword gradually took on the shape of a tornado.
The front is the tip of the fairy sword.
The tornado rolled up the gravel, flowers and grass on the surrounding ground, and the entire yard was stirred by these two breaths, as if it had experienced a violent storm, and was in ruins.
However, on a white wall that no one was paying attention to, the flying sword inserted upside down on the wall did not move at all and was not affected at all.
...
...
There was a sound like a landslide.
The entire courtyard was shrouded in smoke and dust, and people thousands of feet away widened their eyes, trying to see clearly what was going on.
However, there was only a faint red light and white light intertwining with each other in the smoke and dust, and then separated.
From time to time there was the sound of gold and iron colliding.
"It's amazing. I didn't expect Shen Yu to be able to withstand Senior Brother Dong's sword by relying on his cultivation in the Immortal Ascension Realm. That was the sword of a great practitioner in the upper three realms."
The happiest person among the crowd was of course Lu Caiwei. Although her face was covered with a veil, it was a pleasure to see that this guy seemed much stronger than before.
Fairy Shuiyue didn't seem to be too surprised, and the other female disciples in Yaochi didn't seem to be surprised.
After a while of emotion from everyone.
The mountain breeze blew, and the smoke and dust in the yard completely dissipated.
The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the three-foot-deep ravine on the ground. It was straight and smooth, as if it had been broken open by a sword.
At the end of the ravine, Dong Chengyi looked pale, and the Taoist scarf on his head had fallen to someone unknown. His hair was disheveled and he was muttering to himself.
"How is it possible? How is it possible?"
He remembered the powerful sword strike from before.
Unparalleled elegance.
That sword was the most unstoppable sword he had ever seen in his training.
Ignoring the distance and realm, but at the last moment, he broke through the sword energy barrier and knocked off his Dao scarf.
I originally thought that guy was just a Taoist cultivator in the Immortal Ascension Realm.
But things were unexpected. This time, they were defeated without any suspense, and they didn't even know where they were defeated.
Dong Chengyi finally understood what Wan Jianyi said when the battle with Wan Jianyi ended in a draw that day.
"After all, we are brothers in the same discipline."
Yes, there is a gap between geniuses after all. At that time, Wan Jianyi thought of a feeling of being from the same school.
"Senior Brother Dong, he was defeated... He couldn't even fight with a sword." Everyone was silent for a long time, and finally someone spoke.
This sound woke up everyone who had already fallen into shock and consternation.
So they all looked at the man who had overcome the border but still looked calm.
Only Lu Caiwei lifted up her skirt and ran forward.
"Shen Yu, I knew you could win. Jing Qingjian is still so powerful." The little girl has long lost her mature and wise appearance, and has once again regained her lively temperament when she was by the river.
Shen Yu casually handed the Jing Qing Sword to her and said calmly: "He lost in terms of swordsmanship, but he did not lose in terms of realm cultivation."
When everyone heard this, they all looked at him in confusion.
Only Fairy Shuiyue seemed to see a clue, her eyes filled with disbelief.
The Taoist Sword Immortal has a technique called the Sword of the Heart.
The rumor is that it was passed down from the third disciple of the Tao Ancestor. The sword of the heart is invisible and has no distance. It can cut off worries once, cut off the body secondly, and cut off the mortal world three times.
Dong Chengyi used the second sword of the Heart Sword.
I thought that this sword could cut off the evil thoughts in Shen Yu's heart, but I didn't know that I had already been deeply involved in it without knowing it, and Shen Yu saw the weakness in it.
What's puzzling is how Shen Yu, who is in the divine realm, can so easily see through the weakness of Dong Chengyi's sword.
As if she could see the doubts in Fairy Shuiyue's mind, Shen Yu said, "I come from cultivation, and it's not my talent that relies on it, but my eyes that can see through the world's weaknesses."
"In this world, any swordsmanship or Taoism has its weaknesses. If you see through the weaknesses, no one in the world is stronger than me."
Shen Yu's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing. Things that were so difficult in the eyes of the world were as simple as eating and drinking for him.
