Su San closed his eyes, still a little uncomfortable with this bloody scene. Although, it's all self-inflicted.

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it, Su San opened his eyes, and at this moment, Su San's eyes became bright.

Finally, the task of the sect was completed by himself! This time he came out to carry out the task, which allowed Su San to see a lot of things that he could not see in the sect, and in the process, he also encountered a life and death crisis. However, fortunately, he survived, and there were some unexpected gains, Su San glanced at the long sword in his hand happily.

Behind Su San, under a boulder not far away, the short-haired young man was leaning against the stone wall, his breath was extremely weak, and his eyes were exaggerated blue and black, looking extremely weird. At this moment, the short-haired young man, looking at the figure of the red cloak in the distance, holding a bright red long sword, slashed Yuan Kui under the sword, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart.

Saved!, the short-haired boy smiled.

It's just that in a weak state at the moment, he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and the smile on his face is extremely difficult, plus the exaggerated dark circles under his eyes, people who don't know think that the short-haired boy is crying.

"Is this spark iron?"

Su San held the sword in his left hand, pinched a sword finger in his right hand, and slowly rubbed it on the body of the long sword, feeling the heat from his fingers, Su San's eyes showed a trace of satisfaction. This time he came to the Red Flame Desert, and Su San gained a lot of insights along the way, including the introduction of this spark iron. The long sword made of sparkling iron has a special effect, and in the cultivation world, it can be said to be a very valuable item for a martial artist like Su San who has not yet entered the ranks of monks.

In the direction of the top of the Skull Mountain, in the dark, two cold eyes looked at Su San, but it was a young man in a scribe's uniform, who saw Su San kill Yuan Kui with his own eyes. Just as Su San admired the sparkling sword in his hand, the young man who looked like a scribe pulled out a long sword from the side.

Holding a sword trick in his hand, facing in the direction of Su San, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Go!" came out of the young man's mouth. Then, I saw that above the middle finger of his right hand, a light suddenly flashed, and the next moment, the long sword in the young man's hand 'whew', and the speed was extremely fast, rushing towards Su San's chest in the distance.

In the darkness, a long sword took advantage of the night and shot at Su San with great speed. And Su San was in a state of relaxation after the war, as long as the spark long sword in his eyes, he didn't have the slightest sense of the sword that shot at him. Even though the long sword in flight carried a sound of breaking the air, but, in this night, the wind was raging, causing Su San not to take this sound seriously.

Su San didn't feel it, but the short-haired boy who was leaning against the big stone not far away discovered the danger of this scene in vain. A sharp sword, carrying the momentum of breaking through the sky, shot towards Su San's body. Although the boy's body was extremely weak, and his eyes had dimmed from trying to urge a heavenly glare of light, the unusual eyesight was still there. The danger at the moment was immediately recognized.

"Little ...... Be careful!" the short-haired boy cried weakly.

In the distance, Su San didn't hear the voice of the short-haired boy.

"Ahem, ahem, a~~~~~~~hem, ahem, puff!" the boy wanted to shout, but his weak body barely opened his mouth. Even a few words came out, but they were muffled by the wind of the night. Even, desperately trying to shout out, it made the already badly injured body worse, so much so that a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Finally, perhaps hearing the short-haired boy's vomiting blood, Su San turned his head and looked towards the short-haired boy's position.

The moment he turned his head, he saw that the short-haired young man was sitting on the ground, his chest was stained with blood, his face was terrified, and his eyes were extremely anxious looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Su San was puzzled for a while.

Seeing Su San's puzzled face, the short-haired young man's eyes suddenly widened.

"Huh?" Su San raised his eyebrows and felt a hint of weirdness: "What's wrong?"

The next moment, a sensation that made Su San's hairs stand on end, and Su San's face showed a look of surprise, finally knowing what the short-haired boy was conveying to him.

"Dangerous !!"

One hundred and twenty meters away from him, a sharp sword was shooting towards him, and when Su San found out about this flying sword, it was already too late. Turning around in a hurry, the light flashed, and the long sword came to him.

"Bang~~~~~~~~!"

A circle of qi suddenly erupted, earth and rocks flew, smoke and dust rose everywhere, Su San was hit in an instant, spitting blood from his mouth, and flew backwards.

"Xiu ——!" shot Su San's long sword, fixed in the air for a slight pause, and then, roared back to the rear.

"What?" exclaimed the short-haired boy, struggling to stand up. Helplessly, as soon as the upper body was lifted a little, he sat back heavily.

In the distance, in the direction of the long sword's return, in the darkness, a young man in a scribe's uniform with a sneer on his face appeared in the field of vision of the short-haired young man. The figure of the young man emerged from the darkness, stretched out a hand, and a long sword slowly flew back into the other's hand.

The young scribe slowly walked to Su San's original place, glanced at Yuan Kui's headless body, and showed a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem...... Who are you?" Not far away, the short-haired young man stared at the young scribe, coughing up blood in his mouth, but still asked in a cold voice.

"Heh, you want to know who I am?"

The man finally turned his head and looked at the short-haired boy with a chuckle.

The short-haired boy stared at the young scribe with a look of complexity in his eyes, but in the end, there was a sense of firmness.

"Hmph, didn't you come to Skull Mountain to kill me?" the young scribe sneered.

The short-haired boy opened his mouth and showed a wry smile, it turned out to be a bandit?

I thought that under that magical firestorm, all the bandits had already died, but I didn't expect that there was still one alive, and moreover, he was still a monk!

Hundred-step flying sword, sword killing, thousands of miles away to take people's heads, this is, the third layer of qi refining breaks through to the true qi realm, and is promoted to the master of monks!!

Is it still inevitable to die? The short-haired boy showed a hint of bitterness.

In the distance, Su San was lying on the ground three or four hundred meters away from his original position, motionless, and was actually hit by the bandit's flying sword to fly so far away, and patches of blood were sprinkled on the ground, seeing that Su San had no possibility of being alive, alas~~

"It's amazing that you were able to kill Yuan Kui!"

"Tell me, boy, what kind of exercises are those two beams of light shooting out of your eyes just now? Hand over the exercises! I can spare you from dying!" The scribe young man stared at the short-haired boy and said in a cold voice.

"Ahem!" another mouthful of blood spurted out, and the short-haired boy had a miserable smile on his face.

Perhaps it was the return of the light that the boy felt a little bit of strength.

"Exercises? Do you think it's an exercise? Hahaha, hahahaha, ridiculous! Even if it's an exercise, do you think I'll hand it over? Die of this heart!hahahaha!" the young man laughed disdainfully.

"What do you mean, isn't it an exercise?" the young man who looked like a scribe stared at the short-haired young man, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Hmph!" the young man snorted coldly, ignoring the other party's words.

The young bandit looked at the short-haired boy, and his face was ugly for a while. For a while, neither of them spoke, and the air seemed to freeze.

However, the next moment, the young bandit stretched out his hand, and with a whoosh, the long sword in his hand suddenly rose into the sky and spun above the young bandit's head.

The sword spun, bringing up a fierce wind. The next moment, with the blink of his eyes, the long sword flashed in the sky, and he came close to the short-haired boy, less than a decimeter away from the young man's eyes, and the tip of the sword was a point, slowly rotating.

The short-haired boy closed his eyes the moment the long sword flew, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that a sharp sword was less than a decimeter away from him.

From time to time, moonlight shot down from the sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the blade of the long sword, and the cold light flickered, reflecting into the young man's eyes again and again with the spinning long sword.

The fear in the young man's eyes flashed, but the next moment, staring at the tip of the sword, he still did not show weakness.

"Hehe, don't say it!" The young bandit stared into the eyes of the short-haired boy, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What's going on with your eyes, what's going on with the dark circles around your eyes? Just now, those two beams of light have something to do with your eyes, right!? Hahaha, don't you say it? Then I'll gouge out your eyes!"

"I'd like to see what the hell is going on!" the bandit stared into the short-haired boy's eyes, and his face showed a hideous expression.