"Poof!"??

Sticky, hot blood sprayed on Su Chengyu's arm, and his skin muscles, which were as strong as steel cast iron, were pierced like rotten wood under Ye Chu's long sword.

The corners of Ye Chu's mouth hooked up a sneer, looking at the shocked Su Chengyu in his eyes, his wrist moved slightly, and the long sword that pierced his heart was to crush his heart.

"Bang!"

Ye Chu drew his sword and retreated, the blood on the cold sword dripped down, Su Chengyu's face was full of unwillingness, and finally turned into resentment, and his body fell silently, splashing the dead branches and leaves stained with blood all over the ground.

The long sword pointed obliquely to the ground was dripping with blood, and a bloody dress that was covered with blood swayed in the wind, Ye Chu stood in a pool of corpse blood all over the ground, the small pieces flying in front of his forehead, dancing gently, the broken hair was lying obediently in her ears, the sparkling in her eyes flowed, and a thought suddenly rose in her heart,

The corners of his mouth hooked up a bewitching smile.

The last afterglow of the sunset is still struggling on the horizon, but in the lush forest, it is already gloomy.

On the dark and terrifying boulevard, a figure suddenly burst out, while struggling to escape, while constantly looking back, until he saw the gray mountain peak in front of him, the cultivator's face showed a look of ecstasy, and infinite strength suddenly rose in his body, struggling to rush towards the hope of life.

"Poof!"

A snow-bright sword light pierced the darkness of Lin Hai and flew straight towards the fleeing figure. A long streak of blood appeared on the young cultivator's neck, and then his skull rolled to the ground with a grunt, and his body flew forward a few steps before it sprayed blood like a pillar and smashed to the ground.

Ye Chu slowly stepped out of the jungle, withdrew the long sword that was deeply embedded in the ground, looked at the separated body of the corpse with an indifferent expression, and looked coldly at the gray peak.

After the restlessness of the suicidal sword intent was resolved, the chase was pursued back and forth. The disciple of the sect who died under Ye Chu's sword. There are also thirty or forty of them, counting the ones she killed before, in fact, there are still disciples in the camp. Less than ten fingers.

Ye Chumo rubbed his chin. Pacing slowly. Lazily walked towards the camp, since under the influence of the killing sword intent, Ye Chu was already brain-dead. Leaking in front of these people, she didn't dare to let go of anyone in it, although sooner or later she would be found by the sect behind these people, but sooner or later it was better than sooner.

Ye Chu let out a long sigh, sure enough, being affected and controlled by his sanity or something, the consequences were really too bad and unpleasant, but after all, he did it himself, and he had to do it with tears to the end.

Stepping under his feet, Ye Chu's figure seemed to be slow and fast, like a ghost in the dim jungle, dragging up the afterimage of the Dao and shuttling away.

A moment later, a camp densely covered with tents appeared in front of Ye Chu's eyes.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire." Ye Chu stretched his waist, and after that, he pasted a hidden talisman on his body, held his sword, and quickly touched towards the camp.

Inside the tent, Shu Qingcheng, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes suddenly, and on his white and tender face, the small nose twitched slightly, and then, a pair of delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and a faint smell of blood lingered on the tip of her nose.

His face sank suddenly, Shu Qingcheng quickly got up, opened the tent curtain, and appeared outside the tent in a flash.

In front of the bright bonfire, a figure stood straight like a sword, the messy hair on Ye Chu's forehead fluttered in the wind, the corners of his mouth hooked up a gentle smile, and his face looked very strange in the bright and dark firelight.

Rao is Shu Qingcheng, who has always been calm and composed, saw this scene, and his scalp couldn't help but blow up. The smiling nun in front of her was a fierce and vicious snake in her eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be full of poisonous juice, and if she was not careful, she would be bitten to death.

The beating bonfire was reflected in the depths of Ye Chu's pitch-like black eyes, and the piercing cold killing intent slowly condensed under Ye Chu's eyes.

"I don't know why you want to kill us, and I know you won't let me go," a sneer appeared on the corner of Shu Qingcheng's mouth, his eyes were gloomy, and a fierce momentum rose from her body, "But if you think I'm going to be killed, then you're wrong about me." The woman's soft temperament is mixed with the heroic spirit of decisiveness, and Shu Qingcheng's light at this moment is extremely dazzling.

Looking at the beautiful woman like a flower in front of him, Ye Chu's heart sighed, Qingben Beauty, but we are enemies, if we count the original owner, we are the enemies of the Ninth World!

"It was your idea to use those who wish to join the sect to cultivate the Red Blood Holy Son Lotus." Ye Chu was not shocked by the terrifying aura that permeated the beauty in front of him, and a cold smile rose on the corner of his mouth, "Heh, what are the lives of our scattered cultivators to you?" Litter? Manure? ”

The fair-skinned and slender fingers tightly clasped the hilt of the sword, Ye Chu's voice was indifferent, and his eyes were cold, "It's a pity, the little people also have a day of enlightenment, when the little people you look down on are out of the fate you set, the result is that your life is now in the hands of me, this loose cultivator you look down on." ”

Without waiting for Ye Chu to say anything more, Shu Qingcheng Tie's face turned blue, and with a flip of his wrist, a long red whip with a glittering spirit appeared in her hand.

"Smack!"

Shu Qingcheng's wrist flicked, the red long whip was like a red poisonous python, with a fierce momentum, the poignant sound of breaking the air sounded, and the long whip was tight and straight like a sharp blade, bombarding towards Ye Chu's face.

The sword in his hand was slightly raised, the corners of Ye Chu's mouth were hooked, and the cold sword light tore through the darkness of the camp and slammed it on the vermilion.

As soon as the long whip touched the sword body, the taut whip body was like a boneless snake, with no strength at all, and it was softly wrapped around Ye Chu's long sword.

The sword qi on Ye Chu's sword was swallowed, and the long whip was shaken. The long sword fluttered, and the long whip moved with the dance of the sword, like a butterfly dancing around a flower, and it was neatly wound around the long sword. In the dim sky, the long sword dance brought up a snowy sword light, as bright and brilliant as the stars. And the long whip is like a red cloud, tightly wrapped around the long sword, like lovers who depend on each other in life and death, closely following each other, never abandoning.

The wind rose and gradually became stronger, blowing away the bonfire, and the little bonfire scattered and fell in all directions, and it was clearly extinguished. (To be continued......)