First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 39: My heart is like a sharp edge

Wen Jieyuan poses very high and aggressive.

Su Yi glanced at the courtyard and saw that nothing had been damaged, so he said casually: "There were indeed a lot of weird things that happened last night, but...what's the matter with you?"

Wen Jieyuan frowned and said with a smile: "Su Yi, your wasteful son-in-law has only been the shopkeeper of Xinghuang Medical Center for a day, and your temper has become so big?"

The guards also sneered.

As a member of the Wen family, who doesn't know how useless and unbearable Su Yi is this past year?

They didn't even take him seriously!

Wen Jieyuan said in a disdainful tone, and continued: "Or, you thought that cousin Lingzhao became the master's disciple, and your cheap husband also has a bright future?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, even if I kill you here, cousin Lingzhao will not avenge you!"

After all, he looked at Su Yi with a look of pity.

Su Yi's expression became more and more dull, and suddenly said, "Do you recognize Wu Ruoqiu?"

Wen Jieyuan's eyes suddenly narrowed and he said, "Have you seen this Taoist priest You Fang last night?"

"Sure enough, you and your father should have known about the problems in this courtyard. If someone else lived here last night, I'm afraid they would have died long ago."

Su Yi understood.

Wen Jieyuan was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly, with a strange look in his eyes, "Su Yi, you should have died last night, but it's not too late."

He raised his hand and waved, his voice cold and indifferent, "Kill him!"

"Yes!"

Around the courtyard, the men in black and other guards took orders, all stepped forward and surrounded Su Yi, all of them had cold eyes, and murderous intent lingered on their brows.

"Uncle, I'm sorry!"

Chong!

A short and stout man pulled out a cold iron dagger, slammed his feet on the ground, and stabbed Su Yi's vest from behind like an arrow from a string.

The short knife draws a straight edge.

It's like a thunderbolt.

Su Yi's figure didn't move, and the scabbard in his hand suddenly hit back.

When the short knife was about to pierce Su Yi's back half a foot away, the short and stout man's chest was hit by the scabbard first.

Click!

It seemed like an understatement of the blow, but it revealed an incomparably domineering force.

Without waiting for him to react, the scabbard suddenly lifted and slammed into his neck.

With a bang, this sturdy bodyguard with the level of "refining meat" in the blood-moving realm was directly smashed to the ground, his neck bone was broken, his head drooped softly, and he was completely breathless.

In an instant, before the sword was unsheathed or Su Yi turned his head, he killed the enemy behind him!

Everyone is horrified.

"This trash has recovered his cultivation!"

On the side of the ancient well, Wen Jieyuan's face sank.

A year ago, Su Yixiu, the sword head of the outer gate of Qinghe Sword Mansion, lost his realm and joined the Xiawen family as a cripple. This is a well-known fact in Guangling City.

But now, when Su Yi raised his hand, he killed a blood-moving figure!

"Come on!"

The man in black made an icy cry.

He is the leader of this group of guards. He is tall, thin and vigorous, with a bright light in his eyes. He has been immersed in the level of "strengthening tendons" for many years, and has very rich combat experience.

When he spoke, he took the lead, raising a three-foot copper mace in his hand and slashing down.

Shout!

The strong wind ripped apart the air and made a piercing shriek.

The other seven guards, armed with axes, tomahawks, knives, and forks, attacked at the same time.

Just from the chilling breath emanating from them, it can be seen that these guards are all stubborn and have been killed for a long time.

Being surrounded by this, Su Yi looked at the sword in his hand and whispered to himself:

"Even if, today I will baptize you with the blood of these people."

The voice is still reverberating.

Chong!

In an instant, a sharp edge appeared.

The black sword body, which is as ethereal and clear as the night, has a faint purple brilliance, and it is raised in the void, and the sword is clear and clear, like a cry of eagerness to eat and blood.

The sword name is "Dust Front".

Take the meaning of "I enter the mortal world, sharpen my heart like a front".

Clang!

The man in black swung the three-footed copper mace and was swept by the Chen Feng sword. With a click, the copper mace was cut into two pieces like tofu.

That blade is too sharp and domineering!

With one sword, the black man's right hand holding the brass mace was chopped off, and blood shot from the broken wrist like a waterfall.

Hot red.

He groaned and backed away in horror.

At this time, he saw a **** scene——

I saw Su Yi's sleeves swaying, holding a long sword, walking between the eyes, like an exiled immortal, in an instant, he used the sword six times in a row.

Chop, stab, pick, scratch, collapse, split!

Each sword is as swift as wind, attacked as fire, and scatters arbitrarily, with an ethereal feeling that is erratic like electricity and fast like a streamer.

At that moment, Su Yi's figure was like a wind that swayed freely for nine days.

Bang!

A guard fell to the ground with a **** hole in his throat, wide-eyed.

Pfft!

The head of another guard was chopped off, and he was thrown into the air, with a trace of panic on his face.

Following, a series of dense collisions and dull sounds sounded, and other guards were either hacked, or their necks were cut off, or their chests were cut...

Bright red blood is like a puff of fireworks, poignant and bloody, blooming in the void of the courtyard.

When Su Yi retracted his sword and stomped his feet.

In the presence, except for the man in black and Wen Jieyuan on the side of the ancient well, everyone else died on the ground with blood flowing into rivers.

It all ended in an instant.

It's like a thunderbolt, and it returns to silence!

Looking at Su Yi again, his expression was as indifferent as before. He held the sword in his hand and stood at will, like the blade of the sword in the night, with the remaining blood droplets falling to the ground.

Where it stood, seven corpses fell in a pool of blood, and the scene was bloody.

"What... what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The man in black was stunned, his mind was in a trance, his pupils were full of confusion, and he was completely shocked.

Wen Jieyuan in the distance was also startled, trembling all over his body, his face full of disbelief.

"To kill and raise a sword will bring you a lot of ominous aura, and if you use blood to quench your sword, it will bring you a lot of suffocation. It is the best policy to sharpen the sword with a Taoist mind. However, although the Chen Feng sword has a hint of spirituality, it is a mortal weapon after all, and it is contaminated with ominous evil. It's okay to be angry."

Su Yi looked at the Chenfeng sword in his hand, and then looked at Wen Jieyuan in the distance, and said indifferently, "Why don't you dare to go to the battle?"

Wen Jieyuan felt chills all over.

He just moved to the blood-refining stage to cultivate, and since he was a child, he has experienced such **** scenes, and he has long been frightened.

"Master, let's go!"

Suddenly, the black-clothed man not far away shouted violently, with a strong crossbow in his hand, aiming at Su Yi.

Whoosh!

A burst of arrows shot out, as fast as lightning and piercing to the bone.

Su Yi's figure turned slightly to the side, the arrow swept past his neck three inches dangerously, and slammed into the distant wall with a bang, splashing a handful of stone chips, and a deep hole was cut into the wall. .

You can see the domineering power of this arrow!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Jieyuan had already reacted and rushed out of the courtyard immediately.

The man in black held a strong crossbow, kept pulling the bowstring with his left hand, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Screaming like a tidal wave, one after another of sharp arrows swept through the air and shot towards Su Yi, dense as rain.

Su Yi moved forward instead of retreating, his figure flickered and moved forward.

He is already at the level of moving blood and tendons, rising like an arrow, falling like a wind, and his body is extremely flexible.

At this time, even though he was walking under the rain of arrows, he seemed to be calm and composed, and whenever he could not let go, he avoided the arrows that rushed towards him.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yi came to the man in black unscathed.

"Uncle, if you do this, you will only hurt yourself!"

The man in black shouted sharply. The arrows in his crossbow machine had been used up. Facing Su Yi who was close at hand, he couldn't help showing despair.

Strong!

Too strong!

Let a character like him feel fear and helplessness from the bottom of his heart.

"You are worthy of praise for your faithfulness to the Savior. I will give you joy."

Speaking, the Chen Feng sword flashed in Su Yi's hand.

Pfft!

The man in black was stabbed in the chest and shattered his heart.

On the verge of death, he couldn't believe that Su Yi would act so swiftly, as if he didn't care about the serious consequences of doing so.

With a thud, the figure of the man in black fell softly into a pool of blood.

Su Yi's eyes were already looking in another direction.

Wen Jieyuan has fled to the gate of the courtyard, panicking like a lost dog.

How could Su Yi let him escape.

He picked up his toes, and a short knife on the ground flipped into the air and fell into the palm of his hand.

Then, his arm suddenly exerted strength, raising his hand and throwing it.

Shhh!

The short knife swept through the void like an arrow, as fast as a thunderbolt, and stabbed into Wen Jieyuan's back.

The huge impact brought his body to the gate of the courtyard, and then he sat on the ground with a star in front of his eyes.

The severe pain in his body and the fear in his heart made Wen Jieyuan almost collapse.

"If I had known, I wouldn't let them lock the door..."

Wen Jieyuan looked desperate.

But at this moment—

The courtyard gate was opened from the outside, and a group of figures appeared outside the courtyard.

The leader of the body is as high as a mountain, wearing a military uniform, and when the eyes are opened and closed, it is like a cold electric current.

It was Nie Beihu, the guard commander of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Master Nie help!"

Wen Jieyuan, who was originally desperate, was now extremely excited and ecstatic, crying out for help, like a man who was about to drown grabbing a straw.

"This..."

Nie Beihu glanced across the courtyard, and couldn't help being startled by the corpses and blood all over the floor, his face changed suddenly, and he took a deep breath.

Beside Nie Beihu, along with Huang Qianjun and the guards of the city lord's mansion, they also saw a **** scene, all of them were shocked and tense.

Afterwards, all eyes fell on Su Yi, who was standing alone in the courtyard with a long sword in his hand, unable to calm down.

Who can't see that all this is from Su Yi's handwriting?

"Lord Nie, hurry up, hurry up and catch the evil thief Su Yi. He murdered all my followers and killed me too!"

Wen Jieyuan hurriedly yelled ~IndoMTL.com~ with resentment and excitement on his face.

He was also present at the birthday banquet of the old astronomer, the old lady, and witnessed scenes of Nie Beihu and Fu Shan, the city lord, attending the banquet together.

This made him subconsciously think that since Nie Beihu was on good terms with the Wen family, he would definitely support him.

But the next scene made Wen Jieyuan dumbfounded.

Seeing that Nie Beihu's expression suddenly changed, he bowed his hands to Su Yi and said, "Mr. Nie is too late to rescue him. I hope Young Master Su will forgive me."

"Sir Nie, you... how are you..."

Wen Jieyuan was as if struck by lightning, stunned and sluggish, so shocked that he was speechless.

Nie Beihu's expression was indifferent, he ignored him at all, turned a blind eye, and only looked at Su Yi with respect.

Su Yi frowned slightly, but looked at Huang Qianjun, "Did you invite Master Nie?"

Huang Qianjun froze all over, hearing the displeasure in Su Yi's tone, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He intended to explain, but in the end he just lowered his head and said bitterly:

"Yes."

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