Chapter 18: Cutting Off a Peak with One Sword

The setting sun is like blood.

Zhou Yi stood outside the underground cave of the Demon Slayer Division, breathing freely.

When the light shines on his face, his skin appears transparent and pale, and blue-black blood vessels can almost be seen.

Zhang Cheng suddenly turned around and said: "Since the establishment of the Demon Slayer Division, you are the first torturer to come out alive. Someone told me back then that mortals are the best at creating miracles!"

"I didn't believe it until I saw you. If you let those immortal masters stay in the torture chamber for ten years, not many of them would survive!"

"I was just lucky enough to meet Master Fahai."

Zhou Yi did not want to attack Zhang Cheng. If he were really a mortal, Fahai's wooden fish would not be able to save him.

Zhang Cheng said with relief: "Everything is over. Work hard, the old man will teach you a skill, practice it diligently, and I will ensure you a long life."

"Thanks!"

Zhou Yi followed Zhang Cheng to the canteen of the Demon Slayer Division.

When many demon-slaying captains saw Zhang Cheng, they all saluted respectfully. Among them, they also met Captain Zhu who had been on duty in the A-character section of the execution room.

After having enough wine and food, Zhou Yi stood up and left.

I have been in Kyoto for ten years, and in my memory, apart from the leaky Anmin shack, I have never seen any other grand scenes.

The name of Luodu comes from the Luo River. It surrounds Kyoto on three sides and is backed by mountains in the south. It belongs to the best Feng Shui pattern.

The Demon Slayer Division is located on the edge of the southern city of Kyoto, covering an area of ​​dozens of acres, and the underground torture chamber extends to Wusheng Mountain.

Zhou Yi walked slowly on the street, not using any spells, and went wherever the excitement was.

Today is the Lantern Festival, Kyoto has a curfew, and countless people take to the streets.

There are rows of shops on the street, with lanterns and colorful decorations in front of the doors. The palace lanterns have all kinds of strange styles, and there are also lantern riddles and poems inscribed on them, attracting tourists to come and watch.

Pairs of young men and women were haggling, one with a hot personality holding hands and linking arms in the street.

Daqian had Confucianism, but it did not only respect Confucianism, and the restrictions on women were much smaller than the ancient times in Zhou Yi's impression.

Shouting, shouting, the sound of carriages and horses, and the noise are all heard.

Zhou Yi is surrounded by ancient buildings, drifting with the bustling pedestrians, as if it is an incomparable real dream.

He looked around blankly, not knowing where he had gone.

“Tongfu Inn.”

Zhou Yi noticed the name of the inn and smiled. There was a young and handsome waiter waiting at the door to welcome guests.

"Sir, do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"

"Stay in the hotel."

"Please come in!"

The main currency in Daqian is copper coins and silver. The exchange ratio fluctuates between one thousand and one thousand. The price of a hotel in Kyoto is high. A room in a hotel costs about a hundred copper coins for one night.

The waiter leads the way, and he is actually very good at kung fu, especially light kung fu. The distance of each step is exactly the same.

Qi gazing!

A flash of light flashed through Zhou Yi's eyes, and he saw the red aura above the waiter's head, which indicated that he had good fortune in recent days. It's a pity that there is a black thread in the red aura, and if one's luck is not good, it will turn into a disaster.

The waiter bowed and excused himself: "Sir, I'm going to heat the hot water. If you need anything, call me anytime."

Zhou Yi asked: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Bai, and my name is Yutang."

"Don't go out these days, especially to meet women. Okay, go out."

Bai Yutang left with a confused look on his face. He didn't know what this weirdo meant. He was planning to go to Liumen to meet the lover of his dreams tonight.

Zhou Yi's face was pale, with gray and white hair on his head. His clothes were of a strange style, and he couldn't identify what material they were made of. He looked very much like a weirdo in the world.

At this time, another guest came in for dinner, and Bai Yutang immediately went up to greet them.

…

It's three o'clock in the night.

Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and the window opened automatically without wind, turning into a sword light and escaping out.

There was no one on the streets of Kyoto, as if the bustle not long ago was just an illusion.

The night wind blows, the fallen leaves are flying, and occasionally there are a few bangs, and a small candle can be faintly heard.

The sword light shuttled through the shadows, avoiding the night patrols, including masters in official uniforms, to prevent evil spirits from harming people.

A moment later, Zhou Yi's light fell on an unknown mountain a hundred miles away.

The moon is bright, the stars are few, and everything is silent.

Zhou Yi stood in the sky, opened his mouth and spit out the Ziying Sword. Nine thousand and five hundred years of magic power was circulating, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore came from within his body.

After practicing the Huangting Taoist Sutra for nearly ten thousand years, even if the main effect of the Taoist Sutra is not to increase mana, after nine thousand and five hundred years of practice, the amount of mana in the Dantian has surpassed the world.

The Purple Ying Sword trembled slightly and rose into the sky, turning into a purple sword light dozens of feet long.

Zhou Yi has returned to his original appearance, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and long hair flying in the night wind.

Hanging under the blue sky and standing in the bright full moon, it seems as if an immortal has descended. He really looks like a complete reader.

"cut!"

Holding the sword secret with his hand, the sword light slashed diagonally on the mountain peak.

Boom!

The mountain peak was broken, and the upper half of it was landslided and shattered at the foot of the mountain.

The remaining peaks are as smooth as a mirror and slightly tilted, reflecting the full moon in the sky.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the moon was in the sky or on the mountain peak.

"not bad."

Zhou Yi held back his proud smile and waved his hand to recall the Ziying Sword.

Zi Yingjian has been suffocating in the underground palace. He came out for a long time to have some fun, only in a small cell.

Now the sword that broke off the peak was trembling in Zhou Yi's hand, and there was a strong feeling of joy.

"I will often take you out to have fun in the future..."

Before Zhou Yi could finish his words, he felt several auras approaching rapidly, his figure flashed and fell into the ground, and he used the earth escape method to leave.

A moment later.

More than a dozen figures of different shapes surrounded the Broken Peak in the center.

On the Broken Peak, the sword energy of the Purple Ying Immortal Sword remained, and it would be painful to look at it with the naked eye.

"Wu Xiang Divine Monk, have you seen the people on the Broken Peak?"

One of the white-haired great scholars asked the monk who came first.

"Amitabha! I was practicing in the vicinity. I came here immediately after hearing the sound, and I didn't see anyone."

Wu Xiang operated the Dharma, and the golden Buddha light fell on the Broken Peak, which actually made a sizzling sound.

A series of small sword auras emerged from the mountain peaks, confronting and competing with the Dharma. However, the Buddha's light was mighty, and the sword energy was just a rootless tree, and it was soon wiped out.

"Divine monk, stop, don't destroy the remaining sword energy."

The speaker was a swordsman in a green shirt, who looked only in his twenties or thirties: "Lord Wang, Tongtian Sword Sect wants to buy this peak from the court, and is willing to..."

The sloppy old Taoist interrupted the swordsman: "Pei Yu, this sword energy is obviously the sword-controlling method of the Taoist sect, why does it belong to your Tongtian Sword Sect?"

"Why, Master Wuchen wants to fight with swords?"

Pei Yu was not polite at all. He was extremely good at swords and never cared much about human relationships.

The other few who were not proficient in swordsmanship looked at each other and couldn't help but feel shocked.

Pei Yu was the master of Tongtian Sword Sect, born with a sword heart and spiritual connection, and his ancestors had a sword saint.

Master Wuchen's background was even more terrifying. He was the supreme elder of Shangqing Luofu Sword Palace, one of the three major sects in Dagan.

The two great sword masters of Dagan actually fought with swords for a broken peak. How could this be possible?

Once a conflict occurs between the Tongtian Sword Sect and the Luofu Sword Palace, it will affect the stability of Dagan to a certain extent, and the court will never allow it.

Wuxiang retracted the Buddha's light, carefully comprehended the changes in it, and found a trace of the Ziying Sword's aura.

"Pure Yang Supreme Treasure, this is an immortal sword!"

Immortal Sword!

The white-haired scholar's face changed slightly, and he waved his hand and a scroll fell on the mountain.

"Viewing the Mountain Sutra".

The book fell, and layers of illusory mountains appeared, sealing the broken peak in it.

"Don't argue anymore, you two, this matter must be reported to His Majesty before it can be decided!"