Shen Yu looked at the sky with a sword qi and an indifferent expression.

Not far away, the Water Moon Fairy and other Yao Chi and Kunlun disciples each sacrificed their own fairy sword magic weapons, and for a while, the field was full of inspiration and brilliance.

The most eye-catching thing is a water-blue fairy sword, the sword body is slender, and the aura is majestic and continuous, and as soon as it appears, it will cause the surrounding aura to fluctuate.

The owner of the fairy sword is none other than the Yaochi Water Moon Fairy, this infamous beautiful woman frowned, and her cultivation at the peak of the Divine Journey Realm was completely released, so that Lu Caiwei on the side couldn't help but look sideways frequently.

Lu Caiwei's body moved, and she also summoned her natal immortal sword, Qingsuo.

This magic sword, which was once famous for the spiritual famine and killed countless demons, shone brightly at this moment, and overwhelmed the light of the fairy sword of the Water Moon Fairy in an instant.

The magic weapon that belongs to the unique immortal weapon is extremely spiritual, emitting a Dao blue light, protecting Lu Caiwei.

Just as everyone was watching the big array with vigilant expressions, the irregular sword qi above the Fuyao Sword Array suddenly exploded.

Every sword qi pointed at one person in the field.

One person is a sword.

The pupils of the Water Moon Fairy shrank, and she urged the fairy sword in her hand with all her might, and at the same time shouted to many fellow disciples: "Urge the magic weapon with all your strength, don't stay strong."

After many years of traveling to the South China Sea Islands and searching for the Ruins Immortal Mansion, the experience of the Water Moon Fairy was obviously much higher than that of everyone else, and the moment the Fuyao Sword Formation was activated, she knew the horror of this great array.

It seemed to confirm her guess, the sword qi falling from the sky seemed to be controlled by someone, the angle was tricky, the sword qi was majestic, and what everyone saw in their eyes was not a sword qi.

It's an illusory old man who is wielding his sword intent.

During the field, the Kunlun and Yaochi disciples all tried their best to resist the attacking sword qi, only Shen Yu's body still did not move, but what was surprising was that the sword qi scattered in the sky did not seem to attack him.

They went around like they were old friends.

It's just that at this moment, everyone's attention is on defending against sword qi attacks, and no one sees it.

Bang bang bang!

The screeching sound of dozens of gold and iron colliding was endless.

A few breaths later.

There were several Kunlun disciples whose cultivation was too weak, and they were instantly pierced through their chests by sword qi, and then they died.

The sword qi that Lu Caiwei encountered at this moment was also as thick as an arm, and the illusory figure that appeared in front of her was extremely tall, and the realm was even more unfathomable.

For a while, she was entangled in the sword qi, and she couldn't be distracted to save her at all, so she had to shout at Shen Yu, "What are you doing, don't break the formation quickly."

From Shen Yu's line of sight, these sword qi seemed to be different, and according to the strength of their respective opponents' cultivation, the strength of the sword qi was also different.

For example, the sword qi in front of Lu Caiwei has almost reached the sixfold peak of the sword path, while the water moon fairy's sword qi is even stronger, almost comparable to the combat power of the three realms on the Dao Gate.

Under the farthest remnant sword statue, Dong Chengyi was also attacked by the sword array, that sword aura was as brilliant as the sun, and the breath of the upper three realms was wanton, and the handsome man who had been beaten down by Shen Yu was struggling to resist at the moment, straining left and right, and was in danger.

Shen Yu heard Lu Caiwei's shout, but he didn't respond, he didn't make any moves, he still scanned the entire array, and finally his eyes fell on the ordinary flying sword that couldn't help trembling and triggered a counterattack by the sword array.

The characteristic of this sword formation is that it is strong when it is strong, and weak when it is weak, which is also the reason why someone was able to leave safely from the Fuyao Sword Sect before.

In Shen Yu's opinion, this is a very good experience, whether it is a disciple of Yaochi Kunlun, if he can't even resist a sword qi that has no one to envoy, then there is no point in cultivating.

In the long years, Shen Yu didn't care about many people, and life and death were a test for every cultivator.

So Shen Yu didn't make a move.

The more important reason is that Shen Yu is waiting.

The reason why Shen Yu had previously decided that the key to breaking the formation was a hint of familiarity under the huge Heavenly Love Tree when he first came to this courtyard.

The breath of Li Qinglian, an outcast of the academy.

Shen Yu was not surprised that Dao Yan Zhenren's sword at that time did not kill this amazing and talented academy outcast, because the entire Spirit Desolation knew that even his master, the academy dean, did not kill him.

And the message left by Jade Fuzi before he died also vaguely mentioned the academy outcast, but Shen Yu was not sure.

Li Qinglian.

What is his position.

Shen Yu had only met the man who acted in a disorderly manner once and a half, and half of the time in the town under the gate of the Xianxia Sect, sensing his presence from a distance.

And the other was the siege in the wasteland.

Shen Yu was very sure that if he hadn't met Dao Yan's real person at that time, the end of the wasteland party would have been death, real death.

But Yu Fuzi vaguely said that his share of the list of dark sons in the land of thousands of rivers was from the Fuyao Sword Sect.

There is also the breath left by Li Qinglian here.

There is also a flying sword that seems ordinary, but it is extremely crucial.

Shen Yu looked up at the sky and whispered, "What kind of person are you?"

...

As time passed, more than a dozen disciples of Kunlun and Yaochi in the field were shaky, covered with sword marks, and a few of them were even half-kneeling on the ground.

More people have already died under the sword qi, and the genius disciples of these holy lands are not very old, but they have outstanding talents.

If it is placed in some other sects in the five continents of the Spirit Desolation, it can almost be regarded as a personal disciple.

But here, even a sword qi from the sword formation couldn't resist it.

The only people who could be encouraged to maintain it in the field were Liao Liao and a few people such as Lu Caiwei and Water Moon Fairy.

"Senior Brother Shen Yu, we are all disciples of the Holy Land, why don't you make a move?" The Water Moon Fairy, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted in her body, couldn't help but speak out when she saw that Shen Yu's figure was still unmoving.

There may be a conflict between the nine holy lands for some interests that will not be put on the surface, but it is generally peaceful, and only a few holy places are like fire and water between them.

For example, Dao Sect and Liubo Mountain.

However, the relationship between the Dao Sect and Kunlun and Yaochi was extremely close, the three families were all in the same lineage, and the Water Moon Fairy did not believe that Shen Yu would deliberately use the hand of the Fuyao Sword Sect to kill the disciples of the two sects.

But in the face of the increasingly powerful sword qi, the Water Moon Fairy still lacked a trace of incomprehension in her heart.

But the answer to this confusion soon emerged.

Because Shen Yu made a move.

He didn't use the Jingqing Immortal Sword, which was very famous in the Spirit 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 qi.

Like a boulder falling into a lake, the ripples of sword qi spread in all directions with the flying sword as the center, past the courtyard of blue bricks and white tiles, over the statue of the remnant sword, and over Fuyao Mountain.

At the top of Fuyao Mountain, that huge pillar of light seemed to be touched by something, and suddenly exploded.

Countless sword lights fell like stars.

Moment.

The entire Fuyao Mountain fell into a ban.

All of the people of the Fuyao Sword Sect were immersed in the strange space at the same time, motionless.

The Water Moon Fairy maintained the movement of the Imperial Sword, Lu Caiwei's posture froze in a graceful arc, and Dong Chengyi, who was at the farthest end, stopped at a Dao magic cast.

Only Shen Yu looked at all this with a calm expression.

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 precipitated for nearly a thousand years has remained unchanged for eternity.

Shen Yu carried the long sword in his left hand and slowly walked forward.

In front of his gaze, a thin figure sat cross-legged, his entire body almost blending into the world.

It was an old man.

The old man had gray hair and a gray beard, but strangely he didn't have it

There is a snow and wind that is soaked in the sky.

Coarse cloth clothes, bleak figure.

When Shen Yu's footsteps stopped, the old man opened his eyes and spoke in an old and hoarse voice.

"It turns out that you're not dead."

There are many meanings of this sentence, Shen Yu understood the meaning, looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly, "I thought that for three thousand years, only me and the guy in the north were still alive, but I didn't expect you to be dead."

Shen Yu glanced at the ground under the old man, and said lightly, "I just didn't expect you to choose this way in the end."

The young man in the 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 in Fuyao Mountain, a place that no one has visited for thousands of years.

There was a hint of reunion on the old man's knife-like face, and he smiled, "I survived after all, didn't I."

The old man paused, looked at Shen Yu with some hope, and then said, "Won't you just bring a sword?"

Shen Yu shook his head slightly, took out a golden gourd with his left hand and threw it over.

The old man reached out and took it, uncorked the bottle, and drank it with his head up.

"Long time, good wine!"

It's been a long time since I've had alcohol.

The wine now is good wine.

Shen Yu stood quietly in the wind and snow, did not make a sound, and waited until the old man drank the wine in the gourd before he said calmly: "When I went up the mountain, I took it from a young man who went to the Three Realms, and the wine from Kunlun Mountain is not bad."

The old man took a deep breath, his face full of satisfaction, and then smiled, "Are you Taixuan, or is it 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 broken, so the Heavenly Tribulation is just like that, but I'm very curious that you are now reborn or reborn?"

Shen Yu was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "When I woke up, I didn'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 said word by word: "The sword god is immortal, and it lasts as long as it exists."

The founding patriarch of the Fuyao Sword School.

The third sword cultivator in three thousand years to step into the extreme realm of the sword.