"Go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Xiahou Haoyu on the throne said, his not high-pitched voice was wrapped in an imperial majesty that was difficult for ordinary people to imitate. That was the tone that only those who had been in the top position for a long time could say, and Xiahou Haoyu was obviously one of them.

It can be seen that he is enjoying the process.

Whether it was torturing Su Chang'an, playing with it between applause, or strategizing, the feeling of commanding a thousand troops made Xiahou Haoyu feel a burst of joy from the bottom of his heart.

That's what an emperor should do.

High up, life and death.

And with his order, the blood spirits transformed by those evil spirits will let out a roar one after another at that time, and then they will be overwhelmingly killed towards Su Changan like arrows from the string.

Their number was so huge that the moment they charged, Su Changan's figure was overwhelmed by them, and no trace could be found.

Su Changan's heart sank in the face of such a menacing army, but his face was still calm.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his whole person's aura was retracted at that time.

He lowered his head like an old monk in a fixed place, and everything around him no longer seemed to have anything to do with him at that moment.

But the blood spirit generals will not have half a point to stay because of Su Changan's state. They are the evil spirits of Jianye City who died in vain, and they have already turned into monsters who only know how to kill under the secret law, except for Xiahou Haoyu, all the living beings in this world are enemies in their eyes!

Xiahou Haoyu's strength far exceeded Su Changan's expectations, and his successive killing moves made Su Changan anxious, and he was forced into danger step by step. At this moment, the same is true of this huge number of blood spirit generals, who are endlessly killed and extremely powerful.

Su Changan carefully thought about the way to break the enemy.

Xiahou Haoyu devoured Tianwu's divinity.

Tian Wu is the true god who controls the waterway, his Tao is long, linked to the Heavenly Dao, and his use and understanding of water is almost perfect. And Xiahou Haoyu, who devoured his divinity, also inherited this very well.

He perfectly combined the way of water with the millions of living souls, and only then did he have this world of blood sea.

Overcome rigidity with softness, endlessly, invisible and stylish.

All the characteristics of the way of water have been perfectly exerted by Xiahou Haoyu, and it seems that there is almost no weakness.

But Su Changan didn't believe that there really was anything perfect in this world. Even the Heavenly Dao is still lacking, let alone a true god born from the Heavenly Dao?

It's just that he hasn't thought about where this flaw is.

But those blood spirits were already in place at this time, and it was obvious that he didn't have time to think about it.

His closed eyes suddenly opened at that moment, and a purple lightning flash flashed.

It is true that he can't find out Xiahou Haoyu's flaws in a short period of time, but at the same time, the best way to find flaws is to feel the enemy's Dao Yun in the battle, so as to find the problems in it.

Su Changan thought like this, and the lotus flower composed of sword shadows around him suddenly began to rotate violently, and with such a rotation, those blood spirit generals who rushed to the forefront bore the brunt of Su Changan's sword blade into a rain of blood and fell into the sea of blood. But how many blood spirits will return to the sea of blood, and how many blood spirits will be regenerated behind Xiahou Haoyu at the same time, and then kill Su Changan again with great momentum.

Su Changan saw these in his eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Water, all between the visible and the invisible, collapsed by force, exhausted and combined, as long as there is enough spiritual power to support, it can be killed and destroyed.

And the root of all this is the pool of blood under Xiahou Haoyu.

Su Changan thought of this, and those blood spirits had already broken through the periphery of the Sword Shadow Lotus slightly, and came to Su Changan layer by layer, although most of them were extremely seriously injured, and even there were no longer a few people who lacked arms and legs, but these blood spirits were still unaware, and still roared and killed Su Changan. Moreover, as time goes by, the number of blood spirits who have broken through the encirclement is still soaring, and it is obvious that it is just wishful thinking to rely on this Sword Shadow Lotus to stop the huge number of blood spirits.

"Hmph!" Su Changan let out a cold snort at this time, and his body stood still. The phantoms of white-clothed swordsmen instantly appeared on those spirit swords, and they stood on top of the spirit swords, and the violent sword intent poured out like a tide, sweeping the entire battlefield, and smashing all the blood spirits that broke through Su Chang'an's sword encirclement into pieces.

"These spirits are strange. Xiahou Haoyu's eyes narrowed again when those swordsman phantoms appeared.

When Su Changan summoned these swordsmen to fight against the blood pillar before, he noticed the strangeness of these swordsmen, and this time the swordsmen resurfaced, making it clearer and clearer to him that the strength of these swordsmen far exceeded the millions of souls he had cultivated in Jianye City.

This made Xiahou Haoyu, who had always regarded the world as his own, inevitably greedy.

"When I kill you, I will refine these three thousand swordsmen into my puppets, be the leader of these million souls, and fight against the heavens with me, what is your intention?" he asked with a smile, seemingly asking, but in fact mocking.

But Su Changan is no longer the wooden young man he was back then, how could he be shaken by Xiahou Haoyu's words with a firm heart.

The evil aura between his brows became more and more solemn at that moment.

His gaze crossed the dense blood spirit like a tide and looked at Xiahou Haoyu, and said coldly: "If you want to take my sword hero soul, it depends on whether you have that ability." ”

With that, the lotus flower composed of three thousand spirit swords around him suddenly began to spin more and more rapidly, and the swordsmen who stood on the sword body drew their long knives one after another, and held them across their chests.

Su Changan also put the handful of Xiahou blood on his chest at this time, and his other hand slowly stretched out, also holding the hilt of Xiahou blood. Those swordsmen were like Su Changan's shadows, and they also held their long knives in both hands at that time.

At that moment, their qi was connected as one, and the monstrous momentum continued to climb upwards as if there was no end.

Thundered!

A huge thunderclap rang out in the world outside of this world, and then a terrifying apocalyptic heavenly power descended and enveloped this world.

Rumble!

There was another loud bang, and a huge thunder hundreds of zhang thick tore through the dome of this world and suddenly fell, landing on the tip of the black floating slaughter divine sword located in the center of the lotus.

Then countless thunderbolts rushed to Su Chang'an along the Futu Sword, and also to the swordsman who stood on top of the Three Thousand Spirit Sword.

Thunder and thunder are staggered, and thunder is running.

At that moment, all the surrounding blood spirits turned into a rain of blood and fell into the sea of blood.

"Thunder Tribulation Five Styles - Three Thousand Heavenly Thunder Tribulation!" Three thousand voices gathered together at that time and sounded at the same time.

Su Changan's body jumped high, with thunder in the sky, and the figures of the three thousand swordsmen also jumped up at that moment.

The long knife was raised high, and the thunder resounded in the sky.

Under such a majesty, even Xiahou Haoyu couldn't help but change color, he didn't expect that Su Chang'an, who seemed to him to be just a plaything in his hand, could burst out with such a powerful force.

And the next moment, such a color change gradually turned into fear.

Because the direction that Su Chang'an's blade was pointing in was not those dense blood spirit generals, nor was it his Xiahou Haoyu himself.

Where the blade was headed, it was the scarlet sea of blood under his feet!