The glorious era of the king of the world

Chapter 27 The Name of the Sword Lord
There were two clanging sounds, and the lock sticks flew in unison. Su Yi glanced at someone with a simple stroke from left to right. The black and white demons screamed and retreated, covering their faces, and fled into the forest in panic.

"Hundred-step flying sword!"

Su Yi exerted all his strength on his legs, waist, elbows and arms, and mastered the dark energy to an extremely high level. The long sword in his hand was thrown out, and two pillars of blood shot into the sky.

"It is said..." Xu Hui was just halfway through his words when he saw two good heads flying into the air. He could only stop abruptly. He was silent for a while and praised, "Master Su, your sword skills are great!"

"That's ridiculous." Su Yi said with a smile, picked up the long sword, shook it gently, and blood flowers fell to the ground, making people break out in cold sweat.

Su Yi took Xu Hui and continued down the mountain road. After leaving the forest, there was a dangerous mountain road ahead. There were cliffs on the right and cliffs on the left. You could vaguely see the miasma.

"With my current level, it's a bit difficult to be a so-called grandmaster without using exterior moves." While walking, he absorbed the experience of fighting.

"Using outdoor moves can mean the difference between life and death."

Su Yi didn't delay, set foot on the mountain road, and traveled quickly at night.

The mountain road is narrow and can only allow two people to pass side by side, but for someone like Su Yi who has outstanding Qinggong and body skills, there is no problem at all, as if walking on flat ground.

Halfway through, Su Yi opened his eyes and saw a figure running along the mountain road in front of him. Apparently, two screams attracted the attention of his accomplices, attracting the cult members who were searching for Li Yang's location.

Go in the opposite direction and plan to intercept on the mountain road.

After entering, Xu Hui's tone became particularly solemn: "It was the cult messenger who injured me. At least Xiantian has a pair of iron sand palms that are superb, and his strength is even higher than the black and white evil spirits."

He was vaguely afraid of this cult messenger, reminded Su Yi again, and planned to describe the uniqueness of the other party's martial arts.

"Relax and leave it to me."

Su Yi raised his sword and charged forward. After two breaths, he met the cult messenger and slashed out with the long sword in a standard manner, like a beginner.

"He is cunning, and likes to show his flaws on the left side to lure the enemy."

Facing this ordinary swordsmanship, the evil angel was inevitably stunned, and with one mistake of his palms, he was about to hit the blade of Su Yi's long sword.

Su Yi's long sword suddenly stopped and was struck in the palm of Zikong's hand. With his feet touching the ground, the sword's light was bright again, clear and pure.

"The iron sand palm of his right hand is not only extremely hard, it can also be used twice..." Before Xu Hui finished speaking, he saw Su Yi flying over the evil angel's head like a divine phoenix spreading its wings and landing behind him.

He hurriedly turned around and saw the cult messenger lying on his back and falling into the cliff. He could faintly see a trace of blood between his eyebrows, his eyes were wide open and his expression was frozen.

This is too fast... Xu Hui thought blankly.

This sword is a killing move that Su Yi learned from basic swordsmanship. It is similar to Jiang Zhiwei's King of Hell Tie, both of which are killing moves that advance without retreating.

With his feet on the ground, Su Yi didn't even look back. He was completely indifferent to the cult behind him and continued to move quickly with his sword, not doubting the effect of the sword just now.

The mountain road was steep and long, but Su Yi ran with all his strength and quickly reached the foot of the mountain. As soon as he turned into the official road leading to Yancheng City, he saw a fat Toutuo blocking the front, holding a thick and heavy water mill Zen staff. .

It was obvious that he was someone who wanted to kill Li Yang again, and wanted to prevent the martial arts warriors from going to support him.

Xu Hui opened his mouth, but finally chose to shut up without saying a word.

Fat Toutuo danced his Zen staff, and the wind blew heavily in his face.

Su Yi's long sword was gentler and struck a certain position on the body of the Zen staff. The Zen staff suddenly lost control and seemed to have been affected by the force of four or two thousand kilograms. It suddenly changed its direction and pulled Fat Toutuo to rush forward.

Su Yi sidestepped slightly, speeding up. When he passed by, his long sword suddenly retracted, and he continued to run wildly. Behind him, Fat Toutuo's water-milled Zen staff fell to the ground, covered his neck, and slowly fell down.Before the exterior scene, you don't need to waste too many things to kill, just a little damage can reach the full output.

The official roads in Yancheng were relatively flat. Su Yi used his Qinggong with all his strength and strode forward. Not long after, he vaguely saw the Dragon King Temple, while Xu Hui on his back remained silent and his eyes were slightly dull.

"Mr. Xu, why didn't you just describe Toutuo's situation so that I could take action?" Su Yi suddenly smiled and said.

Xu Hui said in a dull voice: "I think it is meaningless, and there is no time to finish..."

The sound of sword whistling pierced the air, and the sound of bows, arrows and long crossbows being fired sounded.

"No, His Royal Highness King Qin has been discovered." Suddenly Xu Hui raised his head and saw the zhenqi rushing through the Dragon King Temple and debris flying.

"I go."

Su Yi took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, pulled out the Tian Jing, exerted force on his feet, and threw it into the Dragon King Temple like the wind.

As soon as he entered the temple, he shouted loudly: "Stop it!!!"

"boom!"

The dragon roared and the tiger roared, and the thunder shook the sky. The dozen or twenty acquired and innate masters who had just reacted couldn't help but feel dizzy. Only the skinny old man at the head was fine. The Buddha beads in his right hand seemed to have doubled in size. , as red as blood, slapped Su Yi's chest.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed, and the master in front of him didn't stop him, his footsteps slipped, and he hit his palm with his right chest, as if committing suicide.

boom!
The dark gold erupted, then dimmed, almost bursting, but it shocked the skinny old man back a few steps.

The Sutra of Acting Divine Envoys, which is close to the second level of perfection, is rarely comparable in terms of defense!
Su Yi sped up his body skills again and pounced on the skinny old man. He raised his long sword and never retreated. Only then did the surrounding masters restrain their dizziness and attack him.

The light of the sword flashed, and the murderous intent was pure, making people feel terrified.

"The sword kills more!"

He was also considered a good player, but faced with this fatal move that had no retreat, his momentum was suppressed, his mind was shaken, and his moves became slower.

The sword light dissipated, he took a few steps back, his eyebrows turned a little dark red, he fell down on the chair, tilted his head, and made no sound again.

.........

Peishui, the long river that the capital relies on for its survival, is full of turbulent currents and cascades of sail shadows, making it very lively.

When Su Yi rescued Li Yang in the Dragon King Temple, his accompanying warriors fled to death, leaving only some soldiers of the King of Qin who had just gathered and knights who were already ready to sacrifice their lives.

After exchanging information with Li Yang, Su Yi led a group of people down the river. They encountered countless ambushes along the way, and all of them bowed before Su Yi's sword.

Gradually, there were rumors in the world that Marshal Li was protected by a young master, and he passed through the border and killed many masters in the world.

The good-hearted person also gave Su Yi the title of Sword Master.

The killings along the way, ranging from a hundred to a hundred and fifty, added a bit of murderous intent to Su Yi's sword, and the previously forced indifference was also engraved deep into his heart.

Su Yi and his party were standing on the bank of Peishui River, looking at the rows of markets on the other side and the city gate in the distance.

(End of this chapter)