Killing intent permeated the air, and an inconspicuous wooden sword shot out from in front of Shen Yu, like an arrow from a string, flying towards the center of Yang Yiqing's eyebrows.
At this moment, the man who was recognized as one of the top three geniuses in the Guiyun Immortal Sect was so distraught that he did not react at all and could only watch the tip of the wooden sword gradually approaching.
For decades, he had been on a smooth path of spiritual practice and had never felt that death was so close to him.
moment.
Several rays of light suddenly lit up on his body, and various rare magic weapons and talismans began to defend themselves.
There were jade pendants, paper figures, and puppets, all of which came out at once.
However, when those layers of spiritual shields encountered the unstoppable wooden sword, there was only a sound of bubbles bursting, and they exploded instantly without any stagnation.
It's like waking up from a dream.
The Jingqing Sword, an innate spiritual treasure obtained from Daozong Fenbaoya, showed its full edge for the first time.
At the same time, a majestic-faced old man hundreds of miles away from Cangmang Town suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance with a sharp look on his face, shouting: "Who is it? How dare you hurt my disciple."
Between Yang Yiqing's eyebrows, a ray of light suddenly bloomed, and the yellow light directly collided with the tip of the wooden sword that was speeding towards him.
Feijian's castration finally stopped, but he did not retreat.
The wave of spiritual power that the two men erupted in an instant instantly stunned everyone within a few dozen feet.
Lu Caiwei has now entered the second level of cultivation, but she is still in a miserable state. She fell heavily next to the stone wall, barely keeping awake.
"Qing'er, take action!" A sharp shout suddenly sounded in Yang Yiqing's heart.
The lost young man finally came back to his senses as if he had been given a slap in the face. Shame, anger, shock, and various other emotions appeared in those gloomy eyes.
But before he could get angry, another jade sword came out quickly.
In Yang Yiqing's eyes, this scene was no less than the previous sword strike.
Monks in the world can usually only maintain one natal spiritual treasure, and sword cultivators in Sword Fairy City can only have one sword in their lifetime. The sword is with you.
This person is actually able to use the art of sword control. Could it be that he comes from Sword Fairy City, one of the Nine Holy Lands?
What makes people even more desperate is that this man in green shirt actually wields two fairy swords at the same time. This not only requires the practitioner to possess majestic spiritual power, but also requires extremely tenacious control of spiritual consciousness. What is even more puzzling is.
How did he manage to conceive and raise two natal spiritual treasures?
Those practitioners who are below the level of True Immortal in the Immortal Realm and can conceive and nurture their natal spiritual treasures, at best, have the cultivation qualifications of a heavenly Taoist body.
And the person who owns two of them, is he the legendary innate Taoist body?
Back in Yunya City, the head of the Jiang family saw Shen Yu's astonishing act of being able to control thousands of spiritual treasures at will at such a young age, so he completely gave up the idea of taking action.
Yang Yiqing had regained his composure at this time and was no longer frightened by the sharp sword energy. His eyes were gloomy, he stretched out his hands, drew several strokes in the air, and said in a cold voice: "Ding."
Ripples appeared in the air in front of him as his fingers touched lightly.
The two flying swords were immediately frozen in the air as if they were stuck in a quagmire.
Shen Yu stepped forward.
Yang Yiqing's right hand kept making empty strokes, and the surrounding spiritual energy gradually condensed into transparent arrows. Then he pointed forward suddenly and shouted: "Go to hell!"
The arrow is fierce.
Shen Yu took a step forward and collided with those arrows condensed with spiritual power, and traces of blood gradually floated out in the air.
"court death!"
Yang Yiqing sneered, but before his smile disappeared, his eyes suddenly shrank.
Because the man in green shirt in front of him disappeared on the spot, and appeared next to him silently the next moment.
Even though there were many wounds all over his body, the man's body remained as indifferent as ever.
Shen Yu's plain but powerful punch hit Yang Yiqing's chest and abdomen directly, with such force that he bent over and covered his abdomen in an instant.
The next breath, a palm gently pressed on Yang Yiqing's head.
Shen Yu put his left hand behind his back, gently pressed his head with his right hand, and said lightly: "How?"
It was a simple sentence, but Yang Yiqing felt a majestic and extremely murderous intention. His whole body was shaking, his face was bloodless, his legs softened uncontrollably, and he knelt down directly in front of Shen Yu.
These noble disciples from the sect, practitioners who have not experienced the baptism of war, no matter how high their realm is, there is still a lot of difference between life and death.
Everything happens in an instant.
Shen Yu slowly exerted force on his right hand.
Yang Yiqing no longer had the same lazy look as before, his face was full of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "No...don't...please spare me."
Zheng Xuan, the elder of the Guiyun Immortal Sect, finally reacted and said sternly: "Be merciful!"
Yang Yiqing's wrist suddenly lit up, and at the same time, an angry Shen Yu sounded from thousands of miles away, "If you dare to kill my disciple of the Immortal Sect, I will send you to heaven and earth, and I will destroy your soul and there will be no next life."
When Shen Yu heard this, his expression was indifferent, and he gently pressed down with his open right hand.
There is a secret method in the Taoist sect. Immortals caress the top and point out the path to immortality.
Suddenly there was thunder.
Yang Yiqing had bleeding from his seven orifices and severed meridians.
...
Lu Caiwei stared at this scene blankly, with a myriad of thoughts.
Yang Yiqing's body slumped to the ground, and he had become a bloody man, but there was still a faint trace of breathing.
Shen Yu took back her right hand, as if she was still waiting for something.
A brief silence.
A majestic voice came from the bracelet, "Disciples of the Immortal Sect, listen to the order, capture him, and wait for me to execute him personally."
No anger, no sadness, very calm.
But precisely because of his calm side, everyone can feel the murderous intent contained in his words.
"Take this man down!"
As the elder with the highest status in this task of recruiting disciples, Zheng Xuan shouted angrily and went straight to Shen Yu.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen disciples of the Guiyun Immortal Sect who were at a high level also rushed over.
Shen Yu moved his right hand slightly, and the bloody wooden sword continued to circle in front of him.
Under such a huge disparity, he had no intention of retreating and seemed to want to fight again.
Unfortunately, as soon as he gained momentum, the next moment, someone grabbed his left sleeve and pulled it back forcefully.
Lu Caiwei glared as she ran and said, "You idiot, why don't you run away? You're just standing here waiting to die."
Shen Yu, who had no choice but to run along, had a strange look on his face. After a while, he sighed and slashed his sword backwards. The sword energy scattered in all directions, blocking the disciples of the Guiyun Immortal Sect.
Then he pressed Lu Caiwei's shoulders, and the two of them instantly turned into a rainbow light and fled into the distance.
...
Half an hour later, an old man with a gloomy face appeared outside Cangmang Town. Looking at the mess on the ground, he couldn't stop being angry.
Zheng Xuan hurried over from a distance and said respectfully: "We have sent people to chase us. As for Yang Yiqing, he is barely alive, but..."
The man with a majestic face said calmly: "Say."
"The meridians are severed, all cultivation is lost, and the Dantian is also broken."
Zheng Xuan carefully looked at the other party's face, sighed, and said: "He is already...a useless person."
A fierce aura suddenly emanated from the old man, and his hair was covered with silver threads.
He said solemnly: "Pass on my handwriting and order the Immortal Sect to issue a pursuit order. All disciples in the entire East Zuzhou must do their best to arrest this person and try to catch him alive. If he resists with all his life, he will be killed without mercy!"
Zheng Xuan was a little surprised. He vaguely remembered that the last killing order for the sect was a hundred years ago, and the person he was chasing was an evil spirit who had sneaked in from a foreign land in the north.
Zheng Xuan said cautiously: "The person who did it is very young, very talented, and he wields an immortal sword and a spiritual treasure."
He is young, extremely talented, and wields the Immortal Sword. He is most likely from the Sword Immortal City.
"Now that the third floor of the academy is about to open, how could the younger generation of Sword Immortal City choose such a time to come out."
The old man sneered and said: "If it really comes from Sword Immortal City, one of the Nine Holy Lands, you still need to come to us to take the assessment."
Zheng Xuan thought for a while and said, "That's right." This chapter has been completed!