The strongest sword god system

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

The endless skeletons were quietly bathed in the warm sunlight, and were coated with a layer of pale blood.

Su Bai's voice seemed to reverberate in the air, and the glaring scarlet blood flowed slowly.

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

Abandoned Qingshan is very strong, he can be said to be the strongest among the opponents he has met, but this time the match against Abandoned Qingshan seems simple, but it is thrilling.

Su Bai habitually reflected on the deficiencies in previous battles, such as the timing of shots, force, and even reaction.

Especially the dazzling sword before, the sword that pushed away thousands of clouds and mist, made Su Bai feel a little bit, and the confusion in his heart disappeared.

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

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

"Elegant, beautiful, aloof, lonely!" Su Bai murmured softly, standing in the bright sunlight, he was like a fairy overlooking the vast land among the clouds, with a hint of deep thought on his evil and handsome face.The style of Flying Immortal from Heaven can be said to vividly reflect the artistic conception of these words. Thinking of this, Su Bai couldn't help but think of that figure in white clothes like snow, that thrilling gaze, and even that unforgettable voice in his life. : "Do you learn sword?"

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

"There's a taste of sword intent!" Wu Gou raised his brows slightly, his eyes revealing thoughtfulness: "But is it possible? Even the innately strong, few people feel the sword intent!"

Compared to Wu Gou's shock, Cang Yue's exquisite eyes swept back and forth over the corpses of Abandoned Qingshan and others, with a look of joy flashing, her chest heaving slightly, and a slight smile on the corner of her mouth : "Fatty, start packing up the spoils!"

"The spoils of war!" Wu Gou narrowed his eyes slightly, bursting out with a little shrewdness.

Su Bai slowly opened his eyes, and the sun with a little blood color was reflected in the black eyes, "I want [-]% of the spoils this time, and you [-]% to [-]%!"

"Fifty percent!" Cang Yue's clear and gentle voice immediately became sharper, and then she showed a pitiful expression on her pretty face, "Scum, I risked my life to lure these jerks here and let them take over You almost lost your innocence for the sake of cheapness, so why don’t you make it up?” Su Bai raised his eyes and glanced at Cang Yue lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a non-negotiable expression.

Cang Yue's beautiful eyes stared slightly, and then she stared at the corpses of Abandoned Qingshan and the others with glowing eyes, and began to grope skillfully. This skillful movement made Wu Gou blushed in embarrassment.

Su Bai closed his eyes again, and murmured in his heart: "Sword Intent!" He had heard Wu Gou's words before. It is said that one can feel one's own artistic conception by practicing martial arts to the extreme. , the artistic conception of Dao of the Sword is the meaning of the sword.

A sword came to the west to push away the floating clouds in the world, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed, trembling under the sword.The scene of Ye Gucheng unleashing the sword appeared in Su Bai's mind, and the confusion in his heart disappeared at this moment, replaced by a complete realization. He knew why the practice of flying immortals outside the sky could not be like other sword skills. The improvement in proficiency is only because this sword contains Ye Gucheng's sword intent, even if it is completely imitated, it only has its shape, not the real Flying Immortal from Heaven.

"What is artistic conception?" Su Bai asked himself in his heart, this question was something he had never encountered before, and even many innately strong people couldn't answer it.

"Elegance, aloofness, loneliness!" Su Bai opened his eyes and looked at the vast sky, muttering: "What is sword intent?"

"The sword intent is the will, the life, and the human heart!" A clear and melodious voice emerged, and Cang Yue counted her slender jade fingers, "It's hard to understand, isn't it?"

Meeting the beautiful eyes, Su Bai nodded half-understanding.

The blue silk hangs down the slender willow waist like a waterfall, Cang Yue lightly holds the Jade Butterfly Sword, and raises it casually, the swaying sword shadow is like a dancing butterfly, "Because everyone's experience is different, which determines the quality of each person's life. Individual paths are different!"

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

Su Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the woman dancing the sword under the bloody sun, that graceful figure carried a thrilling beauty in every gesture, embellishing this world of endless bones.

His eyes fell on the intoxicating sword lights, but Su Bai suddenly sighed. In this sword after sword, he felt inexplicable sadness.

When the sword fell, Cang Yue showed her face and smiled, and the beauty between her curved eyebrows was still dazzling, "What do you see?"

"Sad!" Su Bai said without thinking.

The corners of Cang Yue's eyes seem to be slightly bent, "No, you alone monopolize [-]% of the booty, how can I not be sad!"

Hearing this, Su Bai couldn't help rolling his eyes.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Cang Yue shook her head, and said earnestly: "Scum, the night gave you a pair of black eyes, not for you to roll them!"

"I kind of agree with this sentence!" A smile flashed across Su Bai's eyes, he raised his finger and pointed at Cang Yue's fragrant shoulders, and said with a half-smile, "Your obscene clothes are showing again!"

obscene clothes!Cang Yue pulled up the ribbon with a natural expression, and the delicate and beautiful fragrant shoulders like suet made the warm Chaoyang pale.

"Have you seen enough?" Cang Yue gently raised the corners of her mouth, with a little shrewdness in her eyes: "Just take a look, and you will give me an extra [-]% of the spoils of war!" Step by step, he walked towards Wu Gou.

Su Bai rubbed his nose, then looked towards the end of the forest sea suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly resounded in the precipitous rocks, and he saw figures rushing out one after another. These people were more or less Most of them were injured and a little embarrassed, but when these people's eyes touched the huge blood refining gate, their eyes burst out with the joy of the rest of their lives, and they galloped towards the blood refining gate.

"Baichizong, Sword Pavilion, Tianya Pavilion, Zhuangmeng Pavilion!" A faint chill flashed across Su Bai's dark eyes, and he walked towards the gate of blood refinement: "The prey has appeared!"

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

When the surviving disciples of the various sects came tens of meters before the Blood Refining Gate, their figures stopped abruptly, and they uttered: "Su Bai!"

"Long time no see, everyone?" Su Bai stood in front of the Gate of Blood Refining, with a bright smile on his evil and handsome face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, but the eyes of these disciples all changed, especially It was the smile of the former, with a faint sense of danger seeping out slowly, which made them feel scalp tingling. One of the young people from the Baichizong looked at Wu Gou with a somewhat erratic gaze, and stepped forward. , cupped his hands towards Su Bai and said, "Han Cuo is in the next hundred feet!"

"I'm not interested in your name!" Su Bai said indifferently, slowly closing his eyes, and standing in front of the Blood Refining Gate like this, his thin figure gave off a sense of oppression.

Facing Su Bai's indifferent attitude, the young man who called himself Han Cuo smiled awkwardly, and said in embarrassment: "The gate of blood refining has been opened, may I ask if you can let me enter the gate of blood refining!"

"Enter the Gate of Blood Refining?" Wu Gou looked at Su Bai, whose eyes were slightly closed, and said with a cracked smile, "We'll talk about it when everyone arrives!"

Most of the disciples of these sects were lucky enough to escape from the sword tomb. When the gate of blood refining was opened earlier, the blood light soaring into the sky illuminated the entire space of blood refining. When these people saw the light of blood, they all realized that the gate of blood refining It has already been opened, and they rushed towards the gate of blood refinement with a tacit understanding. Even if they had grievances with each other, they all let go of their own grievances at this moment.

Han Cuo frowned slightly, with a vague premonition in his heart, his eyes gloomyly passed over the three of Su Bai, his heart sank suddenly, "Could this guy want to keep us all here?"

This sudden thought made Han Cuo's heart beat faster, and then he shook his head, feeling absurd for his idea.

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

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