When the sky first dawned, and the hazy light shone into the deep valley, Su Yu opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes matched the light of the sky, and it was not bad for half a point.

A wisp of light purple brilliance flew out from the hazy skylight, and was inhaled into Su Yu's heart, and two brilliant purple rays flashed between his eyes, which was mysterious.

But after an instant, it returned to normal.

Under Su Yu's body, there was a stinky muddy field, the rotten and deteriorated soil soaked his clothes, soaked his black hair, entangled him, wrapped him, cold and slippery touched his body from time to time, and the stench of irritation blocked his nasal cavity, but it could not move him.

Because, Su Yu has long been used to it......

Anyone who has been lying here for more than ten days, as long as he does not die, he will definitely get used to it, and it is the long-term residence of Bao who does not smell its stench.

Of course, Su Yu can't die, he has already reached the realm of eating qi and living, but he may not be able to live - a strange force is raging in his body, constantly eroding his vitality, making him gradually weaker.

Although the Wuji True Power in his body is also trying his best to crack this power and try to contain it, judging from the current progress, it seems that it will be a protracted war, and Su Yu may not be able to survive until that time.

But it seems that he is no better than staying in this rotten mud.

With Su Yu's realm, even if his body is half crippled, he wants to keep him in a mess, and the joke is really not funny.

The reason why he stayed here was because the things in front of him were so familiar, so familiar that Su Yu had a strong curiosity and wanted to see what was going on.

"Come on!" Su Yu sneered in his heart, raising his eyes to look at the surrounding valley.

It is indeed a desperate valley!

Looking at it for a long time, in his line of sight, there is a cliff wall that meets on two sides, slightly inverted cone, gathered into a narrow gourd-shaped valley, the surface of the cliff is mottled, cracking out old and dry cracks, engraved with traces of wind and sun.

In the crevices, there are occasionally a few plants growing, mostly withered vines and mosses, although they are not helpless, but if they want to climb out of the valley, I am afraid that it is extremely difficult.

Isn't this scene familiar?

However, after more than ten days, Su Yu was not so forgetful that he had experienced the same situation, and he was in the illusion on the heart lake.

That time, in the same valley, he was seriously wounded, his clothes were in tatters, his body was also immobile, and he was really, exactly the same.

The difference is that this time, he Su someone, but he did not lose his memory.

Although he didn't know how he got here, Su Yu knew that if he wanted to unravel the mystery, he had to wait, wait, and that woman fell into the valley again.

Because, he never believes in coincidence!

"So, this time, a certain family wants to see, what the hell are you?" Thinking back to the other Murong Cai he saw on the verdant island, Su Yu had an unimaginable attachment to the Murong Cai who was "about to appear".

Whoa!

Faintly, if there was an exclamation on the valley, it was a boulder that rolled down, crackling, smashing down, accompanied by an exclamation, a figure appeared in Su Yu's field of vision.

Finally, Su Yu was asked to "wait" for the arrival.

Wait, how is it a man?

Su Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, his face stiffened, and he found a difference again - it was no longer Murong Cai who was dressed in a group of gorgeous clothes and had a delicate face, but a man who was six feet tall and had an ordinary appearance, and could even be said to be a little ugly.

"Is it a coincidence?" he suddenly became suspicious, and stared at the sky, as if trying to find the answer in it.

But in response to him, there were only a few faint gray clouds floating in the hazy sky, like wandering corpses, following instinct, but losing their minds, seemingly free, but rootless, trapped in the circle of heaven and earth.

Just like his life, he was afloat, lonely but not free.

"Poof!"

The man screamed and fell into the mud, only to hear a muffled sound, but saw the mud waves rising high, the muddy ground undulating like waves, being pushed to the four walls of the valley, and hitting it fiercely, shaking the valley with a loud roar, and falling rocks.

Compared with the last time, this time, Su Yu didn't have the heart to attract the breeze buffer, but it was not because of the difference between men and women.

"Come to think of it, it's dead, right?"

The mud was pushing and surging, and Su Yu was also pushed by the mud to rise and fall, looking numb, like a piece of rotten dead wood, letting the mud hit him, drowning his mouth and nose, and flowing with the mud.

A thought flashed slightly, and he no longer cared about the man who had fallen.

The valley is a thousand blades high, and although there is mud cushioning underneath, the huge kinetic energy when falling rapidly is not something that everyone can bear.

It is the perfect posture of the man into the mud, which minimizes the force of the shock at the moment of falling, but the strong stickiness of the mud and the huge pressure of the mud are not something that everyone can resist.

On the contrary, there seem to be more accidents today, or maybe God wants to give Su Yu a good look.

Just when Su Yu thought that the man was dead, a clay figure that could barely see the shape floated up from the depths of the muddy ground, wrapped in mud, unable to see clearly, the right half of the body was slightly twisted, and whispered twice, almost nothing, it seemed to be a lament before death, and a wisp of mixed red oozed from the black mud, and then, it was mixed with the mud, and the traces were invisible.

"Oh, aren't you dead?" With a faint sarcasm that didn't know whether it was sneer or sarcasm, Su Yu closed his eyes, and the mud was connected, covering him thickly, and he could no longer see a trace of abnormality.

What if the man doesn't die?

Since Su Yu doesn't plan to make a move, he won't make a move, the so-called words such as sitting and watching life wither, cold-blooded and ruthless, want to put it on him, but it also depends on whether he cares.

Come to think of it, he didn't care.

How can someone who cares be sarcastic?

satirizing the man's "good luck", satirizing the routines of this world, once again threw a person who couldn't fall to his death in front of him......

The muddy waves set off by the man gradually subsided, and the valley gradually fell silent, and even with it, the man's murmur became more and more slight, like a candle flame in the wind, and suddenly it was extinguished.

"Crackle!"

Fifteen or sixteen black iron cables shot down violently, like poisonous snakes, and the force of the swing was fierce, crackling loudly, and shaking the air. Descending were a dozen nimble men in black.

Each of them was biting a long and narrow steel knife in their mouths, with barefoot hair, red eyes and black lips, with a peculiar shape, alternating hands and feet, and quickly sliding down, like an old ape, except for the sound of the iron rope volleying, there was no abnormal sound.

When they were about to reach the valley, more than a dozen men in black loosened the iron rope together, as if pieces of flying feathers were falling, falling into the mud silently, stepping on the mud barefoot, not bad, shaped like two long poles of a boat, but they held up their bodies and did not sink.

The man in black glanced at each other, silently took off the steel knife in his mouth, as if stepping on a boat, but slid on the muddy ground, the steel knife in his hand slashed rapidly, constantly chopping and slashing on the mud, shining with pieces of silver-blue cold light, I really wanted to see people in life and corpses in death.

These black-clothed men have a peculiar knife technique, just like their appearance, tricky, difficult, every straight line, as if drawing an arc, and each curve, if waved through the straight line, like straight like a curve, it is like the poem said, if you want to go straight to the middle, you must first bend in the line, if the straight track blurs the senses for the judgment of distance, you can spoil the opponent's first opportunity, it can also be said, take the first opportunity.

It's a pity that although this kind of sword technique is weird, it is only stained with the word weird, if you really want to care about its martial arts realm, it is really a little unacceptable. It's just picking up some leftovers of martial arts artistic conception, for example, taking it directly, or going straight and wishful, but if you want Su to come in vain, it's just a matter of doing it easily.

Su Yu didn't care about their sword skills, but these people provoked him.

"Whew!"

The blade is flashing, although it is in the mud, but it can be muddy and unstained, it is still cold, and there are blue knife lines on the knife edge that are as fine as snake scales, and the dancing cold light is a poisonous snake, cutting through the muddy ground, bringing up a thin wisp, but the imperceptible sound of the wind.

"Poof!"

But at this moment, a man in black who shook the wrong blade stiffened suddenly, as if he had slashed something, but he heard a dull sound, and the black-clothed man quickly drew his knife, and a trace of joy appeared on his face.

Five or seven black-clothed men turned their ankles slightly, quietly slid over, formed a circle, nodded their heads, and at the same time raised their steel knives, chopped them indiscriminately, and slashed them down in unison.

The blue blades are staggered into flowers, like a blooming blue enchantress, enchanting, full of wildness, dazzling, and public, brilliant, and blooming, but it is the one who wants to die.

"Wow!"

The calm mud shook suddenly, and there were violent waves, like a giant beast awakening, shaking its bones, shaking the figure of the man in black crookedly, and the blade froze.

At this moment, more than a dozen mud shuttled out, like a giant python with a waist width of nearly a foot, dancing wildly in mid-air, slamming down, tearing the air.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" filled the air with the sound of violent pumping.

The giant python is fierce, and the man in black is not muddy, but the mud is someone else, but seeing the faint light flashing on their bodies, they all burst into a shout, and dance the sword, and the gray cold mist around the body is shaken, and it quickly tangles into a ball in mid-air.

There were white snowflakes falling in the air suddenly, the temperature plummeted, and the black muddy ground was also covered with a layer of white frost, and the dancing python was frozen by the snowflakes, and it was suddenly frozen, and the python body that was about to be drawn to the man in black cracked one after another, and the "click" sounded, and in the next moment, it was broken into countless pieces.

"What person?" It was only at this time that the men in black burst out of their mouths, they were on guard with knives, leaning in a circle, and formed a battle formation, their red eyes burst into a glare, and their eyes flashed with a faint red glow, which was still better than ghost fire.

The breath on their bodies became more and more miserable, and the gray cold mist became more and more condensed, almost like a colloid, turning into a one-horned evil snake, hissing and screaming wildly.

"Well, it turns out that there are so many differences, it seems that this world has some meaning, hehe!"

The laughter was cold, empty, as if it came from the cliffs around it, and as if it came from the frozen mud underneath, and spread all over the valley.