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The bloody sun was in the sky, staining the clouds red.

Endless bones were silently bathed in the warm sunlight, gilded with a pale blood.

Su Yu's voice seemed to echo in the air, and scarlet and piercing blood flowed slowly.

Su Yu stood on the corpse, his eyes slightly closed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The abandoned green shirt is very strong, and it can be said that he is the strongest one among the opponents he has encountered, and this time it seems simple to fight with the abandoned green shirt, but it is thrilling.

Su Yu habitually reflected on the shortcomings in the previous battles, such as the timing, strength, and even reflexes of the shot.

Especially the dazzling sword before, the sword that cleared away thousands of clouds and mist made Su Wei feel something, and the confusion in his heart was gone.

At that moment, Su Yu had an inexplicable feeling, as if the entire world would collapse in front of this sword.

However, after this sword dissipated, Su Yu felt a loneliness that was about to suffocate to death, and vaguely, Su Yu seemed to understand this sword.

"Elegant, beautiful, arrogant, lonely!" Su Yu muttered softly, standing in the bright sunlight like an immortal looking down on the vast earth among the clouds, his evil face showed a touch of deep thought. Thinking of this, Su Yu couldn't help but think of the white-clothed figure like snow again, as well as that thrilling gaze, and even the voice that he would never forget in his life: "You learn swords?"

Wu Gou pressed the bamboo sword slightly, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and smacked his tongue secretly, especially the sword before Su Luo, but it deeply shocked him.

"There is a smell of sword intent!" Wu Hook raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes showed contemplation: "But is this possible? Even if you are inherently strong, few people understand sword intent!"

Compared with Wu Gou's shock, Cangyue's delicate eyes swept back and forth on the corpses of the abandoned Qingyi and others, with a happy look flashing, his chest rose and fell slightly, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Fat Dun, start packing up the spoils!"

"Spoils!" Wu Gou's eyes were also slightly narrowed, bursting out with a little shrewdness.

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes, with a little blood-colored sunlight reflected in his black eyes, "I want fifty percent of the loot this time, and you two and fifty percent!"

"Fifty percent!" Cangyue's crisp and tactful voice immediately became sharp, and then a pitiful expression appeared on her pretty face, "Scum, I risked my life to bring these soft eggs here, let these soft eggs take advantage of them, and almost lost their innocence, so you won't make up for it?" Su Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Cangyue lightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he had a non-negotiable expression.

Cangyue's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and then her eyes shone brightly at the corpses of the abandoned Qingshan and others, and she groped skillfully, and this skillful action made Wu Gou on the side embarrassed.

Su Luo's eyes closed again, and he muttered in his heart: "Sword intent!" He heard Wu Gou's words before, and the legend is that the martial arts cultivation is extreme, and he can understand his own artistic conception, and the artistic conception of the sword is both the sword intent, and the artistic conception of the sword is both the sword intent.

A sword came west to remove the floating clouds in the world, and the heavens and the earth were eclipsed, trembling under this sword. The scene of Ye Gucheng's sword came to Su Yu's mind, and the confusion in his heart disappeared at this moment, replaced by a clear realization, he knew why the cultivation of the Flying Immortal outside the sky could not be like other sword skills, and he could improve his proficiency by practicing continuously, just because this sword contained Ye Gucheng's sword intent, even if it completely imitated this sword, it only had its form, not the real Flying Immortal.

"What is artistic conception?" Su Yu asked himself in his heart, this question was something he had never been exposed to, even many innate powerhouses couldn't say it.

"Elegant, arrogant, lonely!" Su Fu opened his eyes and looked at the vast sky, muttering, "What is sword intent?"

"Sword intent is both will, life, and people's hearts!"

Greeting the beautiful eyes, Su Yu nodded as if he didn't understand.

The green silk fell down the slender willow waist like a waterfall, Cangyue held the jade butterfly sword lightly, raised it with her hand, and the swaying sword shadow was like a dancing butterfly, "Because everyone's experience is different, this determines that everyone's path is different!"

"Many times, they give their own will to the sword in their hands, and this becomes the sword intent!"

Su Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the woman dancing the sword under the blood sun, and the fluttering shadow carried a thrilling beauty in her gestures, embellishing the world of endless bones.

His eyes fell on this intoxicating sword light, but Su Yu suddenly sighed, and in this sword after sword, he felt inexplicable sadness.

The sword fell, Cangyue smiled, and the beauty between the curved eyebrows was still dazzling, "What do you see?"

"Sadness!" Su Yu said without thinking.

The corners of Cangyue's eyes seemed to bend slightly, "No, you alone have fifty percent of the loot, can I not be sad!"

Hearing this, Su Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The corners of her mouth raised a smile, Cangyue shook her head, and said seriously: "Scum, the night gave you a pair of black eyes, but it is not for you to roll your eyes!"

"I agree with this sentence a little!" A smile flashed in Su Yu's eyes, and he raised his hand to point at Cangyue's fragrant shoulder, and said with a smile: "Your profane clothes have been exposed again!"

Cangyue naturally pulled up the ribbon, and the delicate fragrant shoulders like mutton fat made the warm morning sun lose its color.

"Have you seen enough?" Cangyue gently lifted the corners of her mouth, revealing a little shrewdness in her eyes: "Take a look, you will give me more than one percent of the loot!" The words fell, Cangyue did not give Su Yu the slightest chance to refuse, and walked towards Wu Gou in a lotus.

Su Yu touched his nose, and then looked at the end of Lin Hai, and a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly rose in the steep mountain rocks, only to see a series of figures swept straight out, these people were more or less injured, some wolves, but when these people's eyes touched the huge blood refining gate, each eye burst out with the joy of the rest of their lives, and galloped towards the blood refining gate.

"Hundred Feet Sect, Sword Pavilion, Tianya Pavilion, Zhuang Meng Pavilion!" A faint chill flashed through Su Sui's dark eyes, and he walked towards the Blood Refining Gate: "The prey has appeared!"

Cangyue and Wu Gou also got up one after another, following closely behind.

When these surviving disciples of the various sects swept dozens of zhang in front of the Blood Refining Gate, their bodies stopped violently and came out in a lost voice: "Su defeated!"

"You haven't seen you for a long time?" Su Wei stood in front of the gate of blood refining, with a bright smile on his evil face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, but the eyes of these disciples of all the sects changed, especially the smile of the former, there was a vague feeling of danger slowly seeping out, making them feel like their scalp was numb, one of the young men of the Hundred Feet Sect, his eyes changed a little and glanced at Wu Gou, stepped forward, and arched his hand towards Su Yu: "In the next hundred feet Sect Han Mistake!"

"I'm not interested in your name!" Su Yu said lightly, slowly closing his eyes, standing in front of the Blood Refining Gate like this, his emaciated figure gave people a sense of oppression.

Regarding Su Fu's indifferent attitude, the young man who claimed to be Han Cuo smiled and said with some embarrassment: "The door of blood refining has been opened, dare to ask Your Excellency if you can let me enter the door of blood refining!"

"Enter the Gate of Blood Refining?" Wu Gou looked at Su Wei, whose eyes were slightly closed, and said with a smile: "Let's wait until all of them arrive!"

Most of the disciples of these sects were fortunate enough to escape from the sword tomb, when the door of blood refining was opened before, the blood light that rushed to the sky illuminated the entire blood refining space, these people saw the blood light, they all realized that the door of blood refining had been opened, and they rushed towards the door of blood refining with great tacit understanding, even if they had grievances with each other, they also let go of their grievances at this moment.

Han Cuo's brows furrowed slightly, he had a vague bad premonition in his heart, his eyes swept over Su Yu and the three of them with a somewhat gloomy look, and his heart sank violently, "Should this guy want to leave all of us here?"

This sudden thought made Han Cuo's heart thump and beat faster, and then he shook his head again, feeling ridiculous about his idea.

Suddenly, Han Cuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his gaze fell on the end of the endless bones, a corpse that made his heart tremble......

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