Su Yun held the Divine Mystic Scarlet Blood Sword and quietly looked at the twelve people in front of him. There was not much change to his face under his hood. He only said softly, "I only want to ask you one thing, Long Xian Li was killed by your Suicide Valley people?"

"Long Xian Li?" The man smiled and said, "Who is this? We haven't heard of him before, but I have to tell you, our Desperate Valley kills people every day. There should be 800 people killed every day without a thousand. Who knows who that dragon is? Perhaps he was accidentally killed by us. We don't know, so we simply can't answer your question."

Su Yun's pupils suddenly turned scarlet red, "Then, did you kill him?"

"Perhaps, kill him." Said the man carelessly.

As soon as his voice fell, a burst of laughter filled with ridicule sounded out from all around him.

"Senior Brother, it looks like this guy is here to take revenge. Just take care of him. We still have a mission. We can't waste our time here."

A purple-haired woman hugged her swollen chest and said impatiently.

"Junior Sister, don't worry. It won't take much time here. Senior Brother will take care of it now!"

The man said indifferently. Then, he raised his hand and a five-foot-long snowy knife appeared in his right hand. As he spoke, he walked towards Su Yun, and his killing intent began to vent towards Su Yun.

"Hey, if my guess is correct, Long Xian Li should be dead. Perhaps it was me who killed her. Then, do you want to avenge him?"

A trace of a smile gradually appeared on the man's calm face. Slowly, this smile turned into a ferocious and terrifying madness. He walked step by step, each step appearing incomparably frivolous, but when he stepped in front of Su Yun, this frivolity suddenly became incomparably heavy.

That was because the terrifying saber in his hand had already been raised.

Reflecting the blazing sun, the long saber shone with cold light. The cold air above seemed to be about to freeze the blazing sun.

Whoosh!

Flowing light shuttled through, and the blade fell.

Clang! ! ! !

The moment the blade fell, a crisp sound echoed through the mouth of the valley.

The man's eyeballs slightly enlarged. He raised his eyes and saw this frightening fellow wearing a cloak with a pale face. He did not know when he lifted the blood-red longsword in his hand and precisely locked onto the longsword.

He blocked it very easily. He didn't raise his head and his breathing didn't change.

He didn't use his full strength at all!

"Looks like you have some ability."

The man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

But what he welcomed was a sentence: "Alright, let's end it."

Su Yun said this with an exceptionally calm voice.

Almost at the same time, the man was shocked to see thousands of sharp and terrifying flying swords circling around him.

When did these swords appear?

What exactly are these swords?

What exactly are these swords?

The man broke out in cold sweat, his entire body trembling violently, his heart beating like crazy. The fear brought about by the sudden change almost shattered his courage.

Su Yun raised his hand and gently moved his fingers.

In an instant, a thousand swords shot out in unison, focusing on the man as the center, trying their best to shuttle through, piercing straight into his heart!

The howling sword wind made people tremble.

The man hurriedly drew his saber to block, but the speed of the thousand swords was unimaginably fast. Numerous shadows flashed in front of him, and before anyone could react, hundreds of sword marks appeared on his body. In less than three breaths of time, the man was surrounded by the thousand swords, and he was in danger.

"Don't look down on people!! Three-Yuan Treasure Armor!"

The man roared and took out his magic treasure. His entire body was immediately protected by a translucent three-colored precious armor. The thousand swords instantly emitted a crackling sound, but it was unable to shatter this precious armor.

"Tribulation Fire!"

Su Yun shouted, pulled out the blazing white sword, stared at the man surrounded by thousands of swords, his gaze fixed on his heart, and stabbed straight at him.

The meteor that cut through the sky in the pitch-black night sky.

Crack.

The blazing Tribulation Fire pierced the armor. The terrifying temperature was like magma pouring into it. It began to burn the magical three-colored armor. In the end, the three-colored armor turned into one color, turned into the color of magma, and began to melt. The man also let out miserable cries with an extremely painful expression.

"Senior... Senior Brother..."

The people standing on the ground were stunned. Their faces were pale and cold sweat flowed down their spines as they stared at this scene with their mouths wide open.

"Save me, save me!!"

The man shouted from the bottom of his mouth.

But the next second, a long sword pierced through his mouth, piercing through the back of his head...

The man stopped moving.

The Thousand Swords continued to rotate, and in less than three breaths of time, they were cut into pieces.

Su Yun, who was dressed in a pitch black cloak, stood in the middle of these pieces of meat and blood. The thousand swords stained with blood constantly circled around him. The scene was strange, and there was a few strangely beautiful scenes.

The remaining eleven people were completely stunned.

A rank eight Profound Immortal Ling existence... died just like that?

Could the other party be someone from the Spirit Profound Heavens?

This was Su Yun's power, as well as the power of the Limitless Sword Technique.

Although they were both rank eight Profound Immortal Ling cultivators, in terms of sword skills and profound strength, Su Yun was several times stronger than that man!

The man did not underestimate his opponent, and Su Yun did not. It did not mean that he would have to fight hundreds or thousands of rounds with the same cultivation level.

Cultivation didn't mean strength!

"Come here!"

Su Yun held the Divine Mystic Crimson Blood Sword in one hand and the Tribulation Fire Sword in the other, slightly shaking his robe and said indifferently.

The eleven of them trembled in unison, and their entire bodies trembled violently, almost unable to stand any longer.

"Damn it!!! What do you think this place is?!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold his temper anymore. He gritted his teeth and roared angrily as he rushed forward.

At the same time, several other people also responded. At this moment, five Spirit Cultivators attacked together. These five cultivators' cultivation levels were between the sixth and seventh grade of Profound Immortal Ling, and their strength was not ordinary.

However, before they could get close to Su Yun, they were drowned by a sword flow. The remaining six people who were preparing to attack Su Yun immediately stopped moving and opened their eyes wide to look at the six people drowned by the sword flow.

Within the sword flow, the figures of the six people were clearly visible.

However, their figures were like the darkness gradually engulfed by the light, slowly shrinking, slowly decreasing, and finally transforming into nothingness, completely disappearing.

Completely destroyed by the flying sword, devoured...

In an instant, he slashed five more masters...

The thousand swords formed a torrent that rotated once in the air and returned to Su Yun's side. It was like a giant steel dragon circling around him, its momentum was like a rainbow, shockingly magnificent.

The remaining six people were completely replaced by fear.

What kind of existence was this?

What exactly was this strange sword skill? ?

Where did this guy come from?

"Return... Return, let's hurry back and use the Blood Array to return to the valley!!"

Finally, someone spoke, his voice trembling, his entire body trembling, trembling endlessly...

But the next second, another voice came from that end.

"Come here!"

His voice was so calm that it could no longer be calm, but the tone of his command was unquestionable...

The six of them trembled as they looked at the man with horrified faces.

His face was pale and expressionless, but his eyes were incomparably deep. The haze that covered his hood made his eyes look extremely charming.

"Do you want me to repeat it a third time?"

He said softly.

It was like a mosquito.

Ordering the enemy? Who would do such a thing? Even Su Yun would not, and the reason why he said this was because he did not treat these people as enemies.

They're not even worthy.

Surprisingly!

As soon as these words were spoken, a thought occurred to the six of them at the same time.

We can't escape!

Never run away! Once he escaped, he would definitely kill him!

Kacha.

One of them moved and took a step forward uncontrollably. Everyone looked at that person in unison, only to discover that the person who was moving was precisely the person who was planning to use the Blood Array to return to Suicide Valley.

He trembled as he walked forward. One step, two steps. Each step seemed to have exhausted all his strength. In the end, he walked to a place less than five meters away from Su Yun. He sat softly on the ground, hugging his head and trembling unceasingly. He mumbled crazily, "Don't kill me, don't kill me... Please... don't kill me..."

"Don't worry!"

Su Yun stretched out his cold hand and stroked his face, saying softly, "I won't kill you."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the remaining five people.

This glance was like an electric current that struck all of these people's bodies. Everyone's entire body was shocked, and they hurriedly ran over. They all knelt on the ground and shouted, "Don't kill me, I don't want to die."

"Answer my question. I won't kill you."

Said Su Yundan.

"Master... Master... What do you need to know? We... we'll tell you." The purple-haired woman with a bulging chest said in horror. Her face was full of tears. Because of extreme fear, her originally pretty face was already twisted.

"Tell me about Old Witch Jueming's strength, magic treasures, profound skills, and everything about her."

Su Yun said indifferently.

He no longer wanted to ask who killed Long Xianli, but today, it was meaningless.

"Master … we don't know much about her, but … I can tell you everything I know."

As the woman spoke, she told him everything she knew about Old Witch Jueming. She was afraid that if she spoke too slowly, she would be beheaded by this murderous Abyss Devil without blinking an eye.

Hearing that, Su Yun secretly nodded his head, as if he was deep in thought. These people did not know what Su Yun was thinking.

"Sir!!"

At this moment, a cry came from afar.

Su Yun turned around and saw several figures running over from afar. He fixed his eyes and saw that these people were Cang Yan and the others.

Looks like it's almost time.

Su Yun stared at the Suicide Valley, his eyes flashing with a trace of blazing heat.

He turned his head and stared at the remaining six people in front of him. He said indifferently, "Let's go back."

"What??"

The six of them widened their eyes and looked at Su Yun in astonishment, as if they did not believe his words at all.

"Let's go back …"

Su Yun repeated again, his voice was neither light nor heavy, but his pale face did not have the slightest intention of joking.

The six of them secretly exchanged glances with each other. In the end, one of them boldly stood up and carefully retreated. Finally, he approached the blood array. He gritted his teeth and abruptly crashed into it, disappearing.

One person left, and the rest of the people also crawled inside one by one...