Shen Yu looked at the sky with a calm expression on his sword.
Not far away, Fairy Shuiyue and other Yaochi and Kunlun disciples each offered their own fairy swords and magic weapons. For a moment, the scene was filled with auras and splendor.
The most eye-catching thing is an aqua blue fairy sword with a slender blade and a majestic and continuous aura. The moment it appears, it causes the surrounding aura to fluctuate.
The owner of the fairy sword was none other than Fairy Shuiyue of Yaochi. This beautiful and unknown woman frowned, and her cultivation at the peak of the Immortal Ascension Realm was completely relaxed, making Lu Caiwei on the side look at her frequently.
Lu Caiwei moved and summoned her natal sword, Qing Suo.
This magic sword that was once famous in the spiritual wilderness and had killed countless demons was shining brightly at this moment, overwhelming the light of Fairy Shuiyue's fairy sword in an instant.
The magical weapon that is uniquely close to an immortal weapon emits rays of green light with great spirituality, protecting Lu Caiwei.
Just as everyone was watching the formation with alert expressions, the irregular sword energy above the Fuyao Sword Formation suddenly exploded.
Every sword energy was directed at one person in the room.
One person is one sword.
Fairy Shuiyue's eyes narrowed, and she used all her strength to activate the fairy sword in her hand. At the same time, she shouted to many of her disciples: "Use the magic weapon with all your strength, don't hold back."
After many years of traveling to the islands in the South China Sea and searching for the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, Fairy Shuiyue's experience was obviously much higher than that of everyone else. The moment the Fuyao Sword Formation was activated, she knew how terrifying this formation was.
It seemed to confirm her guess. The sword energy falling from the sky seemed to be controlled by someone. The angle was tricky and the sword energy was majestic. What everyone saw in their eyes was not a sword energy.
Instead, he was an illusory old man wielding his sword.
The Kunlun and Yaochi disciples in the field all tried their best to resist the attacking sword energy. Only Shen Yu's body remained unmoved, but what was surprising was that the sword energy scattered in the sky did not seem to attack him.
They all walked around like meeting old friends.
But at this moment, everyone was focused on defending against the sword energy attack, and no one saw it.
Bang bang bang!
The harsh sound of dozens of gold and iron collisions was endless.
After a few breaths.
Several Kunlun disciples were too weak in cultivation and were instantly penetrated by sword energy through their chests, and then died.
The sword Qi Lu Caiwei encountered at this moment was as thick as an arm. The illusory figure that appeared in front of her was extremely tall, and its realm was unfathomable.
For a moment, she was entangled in the sword energy and couldn't distract herself to save her. She had to shout to Shen Yu: "What are you doing? Break the formation quickly."
From Shen Yu's perspective, these sword qi seemed to be different. According to the strength of their respective opponents' cultivation, the sword qi also varied in strength.
For example, the sword energy in front of Lu Caiwei has almost reached the peak of the sixth level of swordsmanship, while the sword energy of Fairy Shuiyue is even stronger, almost comparable to the combat power of the upper three realms of the Dao Sect.
Under the statue of the broken sword at the far end, Dong Chengyi was also attacked by the sword formation. The sword energy was as bright as the sun, and the aura of the upper three realms was overwhelming. The handsome man who had been knocked down by Shen Yu before was struggling at the moment. Resistance, constraints on the left and right, and dangers everywhere.
Shen Yu heard Lu Caiwei's call, but there was no response or any movement. She still scanned the entire formation, and finally her eyes fell on the ordinary flying sword that couldn't help but tremble, triggering the sword formation's counterattack.
The characteristic of this sword formation is that it becomes strong when it is strong and weak when it is weak. This is also the reason why some people were able to leave safely from the Fuyao Sword Sect before.
In Shen Yu's view, this is a very good experience. No matter whether he is a disciple of Yaochi Kunlun, if he can't resist an unmanned sword energy, then his training is meaningless.
In the long years, Shen Yu didn't care about many people. Life and death were a test for every practitioner.
So Shen Yu didn't take action.
The more important reason is that Shen Yu is waiting.
The reason why Shen Yu believed that the key to breaking the formation was the familiar smell under the huge Tianqing tree when he first came to this courtyard.
The aura of Li Qinglian, an abandoned disciple of the academy.
Shen Yu was not surprised that the sword of Master Dao Yan did not kill this amazing and talented academy abandoned disciple, because the entire Linghuang knew that even his master, the dean of the academy, did not kill him.
The message Yu Fuzi left before his death also vaguely mentioned the abandoned disciple of the academy, but Shen Yu was not sure about it.
Li Qinglian.
What is his position.
Shen Yu only met the man who acted without rules once and a half. The other half was in the small town at the gate of Xianxia Sect, and he sensed his presence from a distance.
And the other time was the siege in the wilderness.
Shen Yu was very sure that if Daoyan Daoyan hadn't taken action at that time, the end of the wasteland and his party would have been death, real death.
However, Yu Fuzi also vaguely said that his list of hidden enemies in Qianchuan Land was from the Fuyao Sword Sect.
Here again there is the aura left by Li Qinglian.
There is also a flying sword that looks ordinary but is extremely crucial.
Shen Yu looked up at the sky and whispered softly: "What kind of person are you?"
...
As time passed, more than a dozen Kunlun and Yaochi disciples were crumbling, their bodies covered with sword marks, and some of them were even half-kneeling on the ground.
More people have died under the sword energy. The genius disciples of these holy lands are not very old, but their talents are outstanding.
If placed in some other sects in the Five Continents of Linghuang, he could almost be regarded as a direct disciple.
But here, not even the sword energy of the Fuyao Sword Formation can be resisted.
The only people who could support themselves were Lu Caiwei, Shuiyue Fairy and a few others.
"Senior Brother Shen Yu, we are all disciples of the Holy Land, why haven't you taken action yet?" Fairy Shuiyue, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, couldn't help but said when she saw Shen Yu's figure still not moving.
There may be conflicts between the nine holy places for some of their own interests that will not be made public, but they are generally peaceful, and only a few holy places are in a tense situation with each other.
Such as Daozong and Liubo Mountain.
However, the relationship between Dao Sect, Kunlun and Yaochi is extremely close. The three families are from the same lineage of Dao Sect. Fairy Shuiyue simply does not believe that Shen Yu would deliberately use the Fuyao Sword Sect to kill the disciples of the two sects.
But facing the increasingly powerful sword energy, Fairy Shuiyue still felt a little confused in her heart.
But this puzzlement soon found its answer.
Because Shen Yu took action.
He did not use the Jingqing Immortal Sword, which was very famous in the spiritual wilderness, but casually held the ordinary flying sword suspended in front of him.
As soon as Shen Yu's hand touched the hilt of the sword, the flying sword instantly emitted a ripple of sword energy.
Like a boulder falling into a lake, the ripples of sword energy spread in all directions with Feijian as the center, passing over the courtyard with green bricks and white tiles, past the statue of Broken Sword, and past Fuyao Mountain.
At the top of Fuyao Mountain, the huge beam of light seemed to be touched by something and suddenly exploded.
Countless sword lights fell like stars.
A moment.
The entire Fuyao Mountain fell into prohibition.
Everyone in the Fuyao Sword Sect was immersed in a strange space at the same time, motionless.
Fairy Shuiyue maintained her sword-wielding movements, Lu Caiwei's figure was frozen in a graceful arc, and Dong Chengyi at the far end stopped performing a Taoist spell.
Only Shen Yu watched all this calmly.
Shen Yu held the flying sword in his hand, looked up at the top of Fuyao Mountain, and then stepped out.
...
...
On top of the mountain.
The snow that has been deposited for nearly a thousand years remains unchanged forever.
Shen Yu put his left hand behind his back, held the long sword in his right hand, and walked forward slowly.
In front of his sight, a thin figure sat cross-legged, his whole body almost blending into the world.
That was an old man.
The old man has white hair and a gray beard, but the strange thing is that he has no
There was wind and snow that filled the sky.
Coarse clothes, poor figure.
When Shen Yu stopped, the old man opened his eyes and spoke with an old and hoarse voice.
"It turns out you're not dead either."
This sentence has many meanings. Shen Yu understood the meaning and looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "I thought that in the past three thousand years, only me and the guy from the north were still alive. I didn't expect that you were not dead either."
Shen Yu glanced at the ground under the old man and said calmly: "I just didn't expect that you would choose this method in the end."
The young man in green shirt in the wind and snow seemed a little lonely at this moment.
It seems that he is the only one who has come here in the ancient years and set foot on Fuyao Mountain, a place that no one has been to for thousands of years.
The old man's face was as sharp as a knife, and there was a trace of emotion of reunion after a long absence. He smiled and said, "I survived after all, didn't I?"
The old man paused for a moment, looked at Shen Yu hopefully, and then said, "Why don't you just bring a sword?"
Shen Yu shook his head slightly, took out a golden gourd with his left hand and threw it casually.
The old man reached out to take it, uncorked the bottle, raised his head and drank it in a big gulp.
"Long time, good wine!"
It’s been a long time since I had a drink.
The wine now is good wine.
Shen Yu stood quietly in the wind and snow without making a sound. After the old man finished drinking the wine in the gourd, he said calmly: "When I was going up the mountain, I got the wine from Kunlun Mountain from a young man who went to the Three Realms. , not bad at all.”
The old man took a deep breath, his weathered face full of satisfaction, and then smiled and said, "Are you Taixuan, or someone else?"
Shen Yu said calmly: "I don't know, but my current name is Shen Yu."
The old man nodded and said seriously: "You and I both know that the road has been cut off, so the catastrophe is just that. I'm just curious. Are you taking the body or being reborn now?"
Shen Yu was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "When I woke up, I couldn't remember many things, but some people still haven't forgotten."
There was a hint of brightness in Shen Yu's originally indifferent eyes, and he spoke word by word: "The sword god is immortal and lingers."
The founder of the Fuyao Sword Sect.
The third swordsman in the past three thousand years to reach the ultimate level of swordsmanship.
