The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Now that he has been regarded as a villain, Su Yi decided to be a villain to the end.

He took a deep breath, holding the sword in his left hand and the gun in his right hand. Under the guidance of the old devil, he collided the Soul Devouring Gun and the long sword where Kunwu Sword Spirit was.

After hearing the sound of "ding", a dazzling light erupted from the place where the two weapons collided. In an instant, the situation in the sword mound changed, and a violent gust of wind swept across the entire sword mountain centered on Su Yi.

The long sword buzzed, the sword mountain trembled slightly, and the despair and pain accumulated in the sword mound for tens of thousands of years turned into a black-red mist, which was carried by the strong wind and turned into a black-red tornado, frantically flocking to where Su Yi was .

Using the sword mound as the furnace, resentment as firewood, fragments as the main material, and the long sword as the main body, Su Yi will reforge the Soul Eater here!

It took half an hour before the light and wind dissipated, and a brand new gun appeared in Su Yi's hands.

□□The whole body presents a strange black color, so pitch black that it seems to be able to absorb light and even the soul.

The length of the gun is seven feet two inches, and the overall shape is smooth. Among them, the tip of the gun is eight inches, and the tip of the gun is in the shape of a flat shuttle. There is also a red blood groove.

The barrel of the gun is about six feet long and three inches thick. It is made of gold and wood, with a 鐏 at the end. It is made of the same material as the head of the spear. It is about four inches long. It is carved into a strange beast similar to the hilt of the long sword before. It hangs down from the junction of the gun head and the gun barrel.

With a light wave of Su Yi, the gun made a sharp piercing sound, and the whole gun was directed like an arm like a part of Su Yi's body, which was in line with his wishes.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Su Yi's mouth, and he called softly, "Kun Wu?"

"Yes, master." Sword Spirit's deep voice came from the mouth.

"How does it feel?"

Sword Spirit let out a long sigh, and his voice was excited, "It's better than ever before."

For the sword spirit who was tempered and grown in blood and battles, the combination with the Soul Eater not only greatly increased his strength, but also allowed him to see a whole new world, and even leaped from a semi-celestial weapon Upgraded to an artifact.

"Okay." Su Yi thought about it, and the shape of the Soul Eater changed again, and it turned into a long sword again. It seemed the same as before, except that the spike of the sword became the same black and red as the gun.

Only then did Su Yi have the energy to observe the surrounding situation, and found that Jianzhong's appearance had changed drastically at some point.

The original thick light gray clouds all dissipated, the sky brightened, and the ominous dark red sky also returned to normal, no longer filled with uncomfortable despair.

"Ah, it's so easy all of a sudden."

"I feel better."

"I can finally sleep comfortably..."

Su Yi listened to the sword spirits chattering about their feelings, smiled slightly, and appeared in the cabin the next moment.

Daoist Mingyuan and Mu Lao focused their eyes on the sword in Su Yi's hand at the same time. Daoist Mingyuan showed a faint smile on his face, and quickly congratulated him, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Su."

Mu Lao's expression changed uncontrollably, "It turned out to be this sword?"

Taoist Ming Yuan asked curiously: "Old Mu, is there anything wrong with this sword?"

Mu Lao's face has returned to normal, and he said calmly: "This is left by a patriarch of our sect more than a thousand years ago. At that time, it was a great war between good and evil. The patriarch carried the sword to save the common people. How much blood of Mo Dao Xiaoxiao did you drink?"

He looked far away, as if recalling the brutality of the war at that time, "It's just that this master was seriously injured in a battle later, and died soon after sitting down."

Mu Lao stared at Su Yi, and slowly said: "This is a blood-drinking murder weapon, but how to use it depends on the person who uses the sword. I hope it will not lose the reputation of the patriarch in your hands."

Su Yi heard Mu Lao's concern and guidance hidden under his calm words, bowed and bowed and said: "Mu Lao don't worry, this junior will treat it well."

Now that he has come to the number one sword sect in the cultivation world, Su Yi will naturally not let go of the opportunity to improve himself. After getting the natal sword from the sword mound, in the following days, he began to live in seclusion, lingering in the Ten Thousand Swords Pagoda all day to gain enlightenment kendo.

The Wanjian Pagoda is the most important place of the Cangkong Sword Sect besides the Sword Tomb. It looks like a nine-story tower, but inside it is an independent space that has been refined, with a full 99 floors.

It contains the experience of practicing swords of all generations of sword cultivators since the establishment of the Cangkong Sword Sect, which is very precious.

After Su Yi saved Daoist Haoran, the sect master of the Cangkong Sword Sect opened his observation authority to the [-]th floor. After his non-stop comprehension day and night, he has already passed the first [-] floors of the Wanjian Pagoda.

The first [-] floors are mainly for some experience during the Qi training period. Most of the sword formulas are stored in jade slips or photo stones. Su Yi only picked up some interesting or relatively new ones to read.

But after the twentieth floor, the sword formula has become much more profound, and it is more suitable for enlightenment in the Nascent Soul stage. The carrier of the sword formula has also become more diverse, no longer sticking to jade slips and photo stones, Su Yi even saw it from it Tortoise shells and shells.

Su Yi was attracted by the wisdom of these predecessors, lingering in it, forgetting to eat and sleep.

Today, Su Yi was sitting on the futon and comprehending the sword marks on the stone wall in front of him.

He is now located on the No.20 fifth floor of the Ten Thousand Swords Pagoda. What is different from before is that there is an additional stone wall on which there are several sword marks left by the predecessors. The meaning remains intact.

Su Yi has been sitting here for three full days. The sword mark he comprehends is very strange. It is obviously light and shallow. It seems that he is following the way of light and fast sword, but the sword is thick and has the talent of heavy sword. Some are calm and introverted, he really can't imagine how these two contradictory sword intentions are combined.

Just as he was hanging his head in deep thought, a very magnetic voice suddenly came from beside him, "He is using the Xuanjin Sword."

Sword Master Haoran, who was standing beside Su Yi at some point, looked up at the sword mark, and judged the information of the sword mark with his own rich experience, "This sword is three feet long, made of black gold, and weighs more than [-] catties .”

Only then did Su Yi suddenly realize that Xuan Jin is a famous heavy material, one gram can weigh hundreds of catties, and it is an extremely rare material even in the cultivation world.

Su Yi clapped his palms and smiled, "Wonderful, using heavy sword materials to make a light sword, combined with the light sword's swordsmanship, can have such a sword posture that perfectly combines the characteristics of the two, this senior is really fantastic. "

Su Yi stood up, cupped his hands and said to Haoran Jianzun: "Thank you Jianzun for your guidance."

Sword Master Haoran nodded slightly, and then bowed solemnly to Su Yi, "Thank you, Daoist Su, for your help, Haoran."

Su Yi quickly helped him up, knowing that the other party came to thank him specially, and smiled lightly: "It's just a little effort, don't take it to heart."

He looked at Sword Master Haoran, and found that compared to when he was unconscious, the seriousness of the other party was a bit heavier, especially the vertical mark between his eyebrows that was formed by frequent frowning. He knew this person at a glance He is a man of few words and strict rules.

Su Yi thought of the other party's foolish look before, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, this is not the same person as before!

Sword Master Haoran shook his head, and said seriously: "How can this be done, thanks for saving my life..."

Su Yi knew that a person with a personality like Haoran Sword Master must not like to owe favors very much, so he took the initiative to say: "If Sword Master really wants to thank me, why don't you help me teach swordsmanship?"

He smiled sincerely, "Jianzun's swordsmanship is amazing, it's heart-wrenching, if you can get some advice, Su Yi will be satisfied."

Sword Master Haoran was taken aback for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "Okay."

Su Yi looked at Sword Master Haoran's solemn expression, and for some reason, he remembered his frivolous appearance before, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

But the next day he couldn't laugh anymore, Sword Master Haoran actually blocked his door before dawn, and dragged him to practice sword at Lianjianping.

According to the opponent's needs, Su Yi practiced a set of sword skills in front of him.

Sword Master Haoran pondered for a moment, and said: "From my observation, Su Daoyou's swordsmanship seems to be more focused on sword power and sword intent, but it is much weaker in terms of moves."

In fact, it is more than weak, in the eyes of Sword Master Haoran, it is full of loopholes, but because of the face of Fellow Daoist Su, he used a milder term.

Su Yi was speechless. Counting several small worlds, he hadn't practiced sword for a long time. How could he compare with someone like Haoran Sword Master who was born with sword bones and God chased after him for food.

Sword Master Haoran didn't know what was in Su Yi's mind. After confirming the shortcomings of the 'student', he felt that he had finally found his way, and he wanted to help Su Yi overcome this defect.

"There are no shortcuts in swordsmanship. If you want to be perfect in your moves, you must go through a lot of practice."

Sword Master Haoran said solemnly: "Starting from today, Fellow Daoist Su swings the sword one hundred thousand times a day, so that your body will remember this feeling until the sword is as natural as eating and drinking. After ten days, we will proceed to the next step." practise."

Su Yi opened his eyes slightly, a hundred thousand times?Or just the most basic sword swing?Just practice this, you have to practice from morning to night every day.

"How?" Sword Master Haoran asked.

For a moment, the face in front of him inexplicably merged with the image of Su Yi's former class teacher. After many years, he recalled the fear of being dominated by the classroom again, and nodded quickly: "No problem."

Sword Master Haoran nodded in satisfaction, and drifted away.

Su Yi looked at the sword in his hand, felt the veiled gazes from his disciples in all directions, and shook his head helplessly, what else can he do, let's practice.

In fact, he was also very curious, wondering how far his sword skills would grow under the guidance of Sword Master Haoran?