When the old man heard this title that he had not heard for three thousand years, his cloudy eyes became clear for a moment, and his sword-like eyebrows trembled slightly.
"I didn't expect you to still remember this name, but I am no longer the same person as before. I have become weaker, and so have you."
Shen Yu felt the old man's decaying aura, which was much weaker than the day when the two competed at their peak.
The nameless old man whom the world calls the God of Swords has already reached the extreme realm of swordsmanship. There are very few people who can block his shocking sword.
Shen Yu looked at the old man's body. Under the thick clothes, the incomplete legs seemed to be integrated with the ground.
Hedao heaven and earth.
Shen Yu sighed and said, "My body has merged with heaven and earth. Are you still the same person you are now?"
The smile on the old man's face disappeared, followed by indifference, and he said in a tone without any emotion: "These are meaningless things, so why do you ask."
Shen Yu nodded slightly, did not continue the topic, and asked instead: "Are you staying here to protect the entrance to Jiuyou Guixu?"
The old man said expressionlessly: "The balance between heaven and earth should not exist in the human world and the Nine Netherworld."
Shen Yu asked again: "Why can people from the land of Qianchuan enter Guixu?"
The old man said indifferently: "No one can survive under my sword."
No one can enter alive, and the only ones who can enter are dead people, or spirits.
Li Qinglian was killed by Dao Yan that day, and her remaining soul was taken away by Ming Cao. She must have entered Jiuyou Guixu, and then reshaped her ghost body through some method and came to the world again.
Shen Yu quickly deduced the truth about Li Qinglian. The methods of Qianchuan Land were somewhat beyond Shen Yu's expectation. The dark building he destroyed with one sword did not have such a weird method of resurrection.
The old man's expression was no longer as vivid as before, he was as silent as a puppet, and the wind and snow behind him became more and more fierce.
Shen Yu looked around and said calmly: "Do you know what the Fuyao Sword Sect looks like now?"
The old man said coldly: "The inheritance of Taoism has its own destiny."
"You and I both know that the current road is cut off and the consequence of merging with the way of heaven is that there is no more freedom. Why do you still choose this road?"
Shen Yu had an unprecedented anger and traveled through most of the spiritual wasteland. Except for Luo Hou who was suppressed in the north, the only contemporaneous person who had witnessed three thousand years of history actually used his body and Tao to seek immortality.
Seeing that the old man remained indifferent, Shen Yu continued: "Marquis Luo chose to sleep, you chose to join the Tao, Zhang Xujing died and his Tao disappeared. What did you go through after I died?"
The old man glanced at the sky, remained silent, and finally said slowly: "I don't know either."
Shen Yu looked at the increasingly illusory body in front of him in silence. This was a sign that the will of heaven began to control the old man again.
In that era, after cultivators reached the pinnacle, they would fall into confusion, with no way forward and no hope of immortality. Even if their cultivation had reached the pinnacle, life would still end.
Some races have extraordinary talents, such as the demon ancestor Luohou, who can fall into deep sleep to delay the passage of life. For example, the old bastard of the demon race who has lived for nearly five thousand years has not even moved his feet for thousands of years.
There are also human cultivators who have searched for various methods, but in the end they all ended with the Tao disappearing and the body perishing. Master Taixuan also seriously searched for a way forward, trying to open up a path to immortality.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to trigger the thunder of heaven to break this world, but he ended up dead in the end.
Now in this life, Shen Yu still has not given up her belief in finding a way forward.
Shen Yu clenched the sword in his hand and said calmly: "For these thousands of years, you have ignored the orthodoxy you left behind and been occupied by others. The disciples who inherited it were killed by others. The way of heaven is ruthless. This is not the road to immortality. What you have left behind is What comes down is only the realm of cultivation, and even your will has become part of the way of heaven, which I don’t like very much.”
The old man turned his head, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became extremely spiritual. There seemed to be thousands of sword lights surging in his eyes. If an ordinary person took a quick look, he would be struck by the look in the old man's eyes.
The sword light pierces the blind.
Shen Yu didn't care about this, and stared at him quietly with his deep eyes. Over the long years, Shen Yu always acted based on his preferences.
And when he said he didn't like it, he really hated it.
The old man who used to be called a god with his sword has merged with the way of heaven. Naturally, it is the way of heaven that Shen Yu hates.
The old man said indifferently: "So, you want to fight me again?"
Shen Yu said calmly: "We only fought half of that fight back then, and the other half will be finished today."
The old man was silent for a while and said, "I didn't expect that this fight spanned three thousand years."
Shen Yu said nothing.
He didn't want to ask the old man what had happened in the past three thousand years, what the annihilation of the world was like and what the lost era was like a thousand years ago, because he knew.
The old man who has merged with heaven and earth has never left this world. This small Fuyao Mountain is the old man's entire world. He knows every place and every life in the mountain.
But outside Fuyao Mountain, even if the old man's realm reaches the sky, he cannot sense or obtain any information.
Because, God does not allow it.
Presumably the abandoned disciple of the academy also knew about the old man's existence, so he used Yu Fuzi's hand to attract the attention of the Holy Land.
What I didn't expect was that even Shen Yu thought this was just a secret place in a land of thousands of rivers, so Kunlun Yaochi only sent a younger generation of the upper three realms and a few Immortal Ascension realm disciples.
If Shen Yu hadn't gone down the mountain in search of Shang Yingluo and suddenly had the idea to come to Fuyao Mountain, I'm afraid these people would have been wiped out by heaven if they found the top of Fuyao Mountain and discovered the old man.
The disciples of the Fuyao Sword Sect who disappeared earlier were wiped away by the old man. In this world, he is the sky.
It is possible that the disciples whose traces he had erased at will knew the secret from the top of the mountain to Jiuyou Guixu, so the old man chose this approach.
There was no surprise in Shen Yu's heart. To a certain extent, the way of rebirth that Shen Yu practiced back then was the same.
It was only in this life that Shen Yu's feelings became filled with human emotions after he chose his way into the world again.
Angry, happy, sad....
These seven emotions in the human world have been realized in the world of the heavenly book in the academy, and the Taoist heart has been harmonized.
After withdrawing his thoughts, Shen Yu looked at the old man with a complicated expression and sighed: "After all, one person is still going to die."
There was a broken sword in front of the old man at some point. The sword was long and slender. The broken sword was engraved with several immortals with unearthly looks, which was no different from the statue of the broken sword of the Fuyao Sword Sect.
Fuyao Sword.
The fairy sword that fell from the nine heavens that year was the nameless old man's natal fairy sword.
And the broken place was cut off by another sword.
That sword also has a name.
His name is Qingxuan.
Its owner is.
Taixuan Zhenren.
Shen Yu saw the gleaming fairy sword again, and there were some memories in his eyes. It was also in Fuyao Mountain, on the top of the mountain near the sea, three thousand years ago.
Shen Yu asked him about the sword.
The two fought for the world. After nine days and nine nights, the Fuyao Sword was broken off by Qingxuan. The sword god who lost the sword stopped and said that he would wait until he found the next sword.
This search lasted three thousand years.
There was no expression on the old man's weathered face, and he said indifferently: "Where is your Qingxuan Sword."
"I don't know, I'm looking for it too."
He casually raised the ordinary long sword he had drawn from the Fuyao Sword Sect in his hand and said calmly: "I have a sword."
The old man was silent.
But the wind and snow behind him stopped in an instant. The entire top of Fuyao Mountain was clear and the sky was exceptionally blue.
The broken sword suddenly rose into the sky.
A shrill sound broke through the surrounding silence.
Shen Yu looked indifferent and looked at the Fuyao broken sword in the sky that exuded vast power.
Under the glorious power of heaven,
The sword comes out!
The sky and the earth are dark.
Just as Shen Yu thought, the clear sky at the top of Fuyao Mountain suddenly became extremely dark, and the wind and snow in the sky resumed rolling.
The majestic sword intent of the vast ocean condensed on the broken sword in mid-air, and the old man's eyes were fixed on the young man in green shirt holding the sword.
A figure was reflected in the cloudy eyes.
Also wearing a green shirt and holding a sword.
That was the first person in the spiritual wilderness in three thousand years, Master Taixuan.
Without any words, this war that spanned three thousand years began.
The broken sword in mid-air rushed down with a bright light.
The extremely sharp sword intent instantly cut through the air, and there was a deafening sound.
At the gap in the broken sword, the sword energy swept towards Shen Yu like a vast ocean.
Shen Yu felt the majestic sword intent coming towards him and looked calm. This fight was not with the unknown old man from back then.
Instead, he is fighting against this world.
The will given by Heaven to the old man is to guard the entrance to Jiuyou Guixu, and Shen Yu, Shuiyue Fairy, Lu Caiwei and others among the Fuyao Sword Sect are the existences that Heaven wants to obliterate.
In Shen Yu's view, the way of heaven is always a bit too self-righteous.
Three thousand years ago, he chose to destroy the world due to a catastrophe. The three sudden immortal weapons vaguely had the shadow of heaven.
So Shen Yu didn't like it very much.
dislike.
Then draw your sword.
Not to mention, the nameless old man did not gain immortality after joining the Tao, but his life passed a little slower. Three thousand years later, all that was left was his body.
In the midst of his thoughts, the broken sword fell down.
Shen Yu slowly thrust out his sword.
This sword contains Shen Yu's understanding of swordsmanship in his previous life, although it does not rely on the heaven and earth like the nameless old man, and it is majestic.
But the sword intent that sees through everything in the world winds around like a thread.
Countless small cyan light effects instantly wrapped around the overwhelming Fuyao Broken Sword, and then began to gradually decompose the majestic sword energy on the Broken Sword.
Unexpectedly, under the pressure of the old man's fairy sword, Shen Yu casually took the long sword from the Fuyao Sword Sect in his hand.
The long sword that Li Qinglian deliberately left behind did not break into pieces.
Instead, he violently collided with Fuyao's Broken Sword.
A faint sound came from the whole world.
After a few breaths, a crack began to appear in the ice and snow on the mountaintop that had been deposited for thousands of years after the sword energy collided, and then a second crack...
The third course....
Countless cracks centered on Shen Yu and spread in all directions like spider webs.
And at the point where the two swords collided.
A dazzling white light suddenly appeared.
Breathtaking.
