The bloody sun is in the sky, dyeing the clouds red.

The endless bones are quietly bathed in the warm sunshine, with a pale blood color.

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

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

Qi Qingshan is very strong, and he is the strongest among the opponents he meets. This time he fought Qi Qingshan as simple as this time, but it was thrilling.

Su Bai habitually reflected on the shortcomings in previous battles, such as the timing, strength, and even reaction.

Especially the dazzling sword that had previously shining and shining away the sword that had spread thousands of clouds and mist, Su Bai had some insights, and the confusion in his heart disappeared.

At that moment, Su Bai felt an inexplicable feeling, as if the whole world would collapse in front of this sword.

However, after the sword disappeared, Su Bai felt a sense of loneliness that was about to suffocate to death. In a vague way, Su Bai seemed to understand this sword.

"Elegant, beautiful, aloof, lonely!" Su Bai murmured softly. Standing in the bright sunshine, he was like an immortal looking down at the vast earth among the clouds, with a deep thought on his evil face. The flying immortal in the sky fully reflects the artistic conception of these words. Thinking of this, Su Bai's mind couldn't help but once again appear in his mind with the figure of white clothes as snow as snow, the thrilling gaze, and even the unforgettable voice of his life: "Are you learning sword?"

Wu Gouwei pressed the bamboo sword, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and secretly smacked his tongue, especially Su Bai's previous sword, which deeply shocked him.

"It has a kind of sword intent!" Wu Gou raised his brows slightly, his eyes revealing thoughts: "But is this possible? Even the innate strong people rarely understand the sword intent!"

Compared to Wu Gou's shock, Cang Yue's delicate eyes swept back and forth on the corpses of Qi Qingshan and others, with a gleeful look flashing, his chest slightly undulating, and a light smile on his lips: "Fatty, start to clean up the spoils!"

"Treasure!" Wu Gou's eyes narrowed slightly, and a little shrewd burst out.

Su Bai slowly opened his eyes, and a little bloody sunlight reflected in his black eyes, "I want 50% of the spoils this time, and 250% of you!"

"Fifty percent!" Cang Yue's crisp and gentle voice immediately became sharp, and then a pitiful expression appeared on his pretty face, "Scum, I risked my life to lead these soft eggs here, letting these soft eggs take advantage of them, and almost lost their innocence. Don't you compensate?" Su Bai raised his eyes lightly and looked at Cang Yue with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, with an expression of no negotiation.

Cang Yue glared slightly at her beautiful eyes, and then she looked at the bodies of Qi Qingshan and others with her eyes glowing, and she started to fumble skillfully. This skillful action made Wu Gou on the side feel ashamed.

Su Bai closed his eyes again, murmured in his heart: "Sword Intention!" He heard what Wu Gou said before. According to legend, the ultimate martial arts practice can be realized by one's own artistic conception. The artistic conception of swords is the sword intent, and the artistic conception of swords is the sword intent.

A sword came to the west to clear the clouds in the world, and the world was dimly eclipsed and trembled under this sword. Su Fei's mind was a scene of Ye Gucheng coming out of his sword. The confusion in his heart disappeared at this moment, and replaced by a complete enlightenment. He knew why practicing the flying immortal outside the sky could not improve his proficiency by practicing continuously like other sword skills. It was just because this sword contained Ye Gucheng's sword intent. Even if he completely imitated this sword, he only had its shape and was not a real flying immortal outside the sky.

"What is artistic conception?" Su Bai asked himself in his heart. This question was something he had never encountered before, and even many innate strong men could not say it.

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

"The sword intention is the will, the life is the heart of the people!" A crisp and gentle voice appeared, and Cangyue counted the slender jade fingers and said, "It's difficult to understand, right?"

Meeting the beautiful eyes, Su Bai nodded without understanding.

The black hair fell down the slender waist of the willow like a waterfall. Cangyue gently held the Jade Butterfly Sword, raised 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 Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the woman dancing in the bloody sun. The graceful figure had a thrilling beauty in his every move, embellishing this world of endless bones.

His eyes fell into the intoxicating sword lights, but Su Bai suddenly sighed. In this sword and another sword, he felt inexplicably sad.

The sword falls, Cangyue smiles with her face, and the beauty between her eyebrows is still dazzling, "What did you see?"

"Sad!" Su Bai asked without hesitation.

Cangyue's eyes seemed to be slightly bent, "No, you alone have 50% of the spoils, so I can't be sad!"

Upon hearing this, Su Bai rolled his eyes.

A smile rose from the corner of his mouth, Cang Yue shook his head, and said earnestly: "Scum, the night has given you a pair of black eyes, which is not something you use to roll your eyes!"

"I agree with this sentence!" A smile flashed across Su Bai's eyes, raised his hand and pointed at Cang Yue's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Your underwear is exposed again!"

Underwear! Cangyue's expression naturally pulled up the ribbon, and the delicate and beautiful shoulders like mutton fat made the warm sun shine.

"Have you seen enough?" Cang Yue gently lifted the corner of her mouth, and a little shrewd appeared in her eyes: "A glance, you have to give me one more spoil!" After saying that, Cang Yue did not give Su Bai the chance to refuse, and walked towards Wu Gou step by step.

Su Fei touched his nose, then his eyes suddenly looked towards the end of the forest. A series of sharp wind breaking sounds suddenly appeared among the steep rocks, and figures rushed out. These people were more or less injured and a little embarrassed. However, when these people's eyes touched the huge blood refining gate, each of them burst out with leaps of life after the disaster and galloped towards the blood refining gate.

"Bai Chi Sect, Dao Jian Pavilion, Tianya Pavilion, Zhuang Meng Pavilion!" A faint chill flashed through Su Bai's dark eyes, and he walked towards the Blood Refining Gate: "The prey has appeared!"

Cangyue and Wu Gou also stood up one after another and followed closely behind.

When these surviving disciples of the sect rushed to the gate of Blood Refining dozens of feet, their bodies suddenly stopped and burst out of voice: "Su Fai!"

"Long time no see you guys?" Su Bai stood in front of the blood refining gate. The evil handsome face had a bright smile, which made people feel like spring breeze. However, the eyes of these disciples of the sects changed, especially the smiles of the former, which vaguely felt the danger slowly penetrated out, making them feel numb. One of the young men from the Baiqi Sect had a change in their eyes and looked at Wu Gou with some uncertainty, stepped forward, and bowed to Su Baifei, saying, "Han Cuo is below Baiqi Sect!"

"I'm not interested in your name!" Su Bai said lightly, slowly closed his eyes, and stood in front of the Blood Refining Gate, but his thin figure gave people a sense of oppression.

Regarding Su Bai's cold attitude, the young man who claimed to be Han Chou smiled embarrassedly and said a little embarrassedly: "The Blood Refining Gate has been opened. I wonder if you can let us enter the Blood Refining Gate!"

"Enter the blood refining gate?" Wu Gou looked at Su Fei with his eyes slightly closed, and smiled with a split mouth: "Let's talk about it when everyone arrives!"

Most of these disciples of the sects were fortunate to escape from the sword tomb. When the Blood Refining Gate was opened, the blood light soared into the sky shone on the entire blood refining space. When these people saw the blood light, they realized that the Blood Refining Gate had been opened and rushed towards the Blood Refining Gate with great understanding. Even if they had grudges between each other, they would let go of their grudges at this moment.

Han Cuo frowned slightly, and there was a vague premonition in his heart. His eyes were a little gloomy and his two men passed by Su Bai and his heart sank suddenly, "Will this guy want to leave us all here?"

This sudden thought made Han Cuo's heart beat faster, and then shook his head again, feeling ridiculous for his thoughts.
Chapter completed!