Su Changan's knife reached Tuoba Yuanwu's eyebrows in an instant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That sword fell, with Tuoba Yuanwu still in a state of distraction at the moment, even if he couldn't kill him, he would definitely be seriously injured, and he would no longer be able to chase the army heading east.

In that case, even if he died, Su Changan felt that he could be blinded.

Thinking like this, a smile suddenly appeared on the boy's already bloodied face.

But just as the Nine Tribulation Knife was about to cut through Tuoba Yuanwu's eyebrows, a figure suddenly burst out.

"Lord be careful!" the figure exclaimed, and with a big push, he pushed Tuoba Yuanwu's body away for several feet, and his big body went straight to Su Changan's knife.

At that time, a flash of blood appeared.

The figure's pupils suddenly became refreshed, and its body collapsed with a bang.

Tuoba Yuanwu, who was still stunned, was covered in blood, and the hot blood hit his face, and he suddenly came back from his trance.

"Exorcism!" he let out an exclamation, his eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and a spiritual power rushed out of his body at that time, attacking Su Changan, Su Changan's body was shocked, and finally it was a blow that could not be defeated by this star, and his body retreated violently, falling out of a hundred zhang before stopping.

Tuoba Yuanwu didn't look at Su Chang'an's body that fell a hundred zhang away at all, he strode to the body of the copper elephant and picked up his big body.

"You're going to be fine. I will send you back to the Holy Court, and the Son will surely save you. Tuoba Yuanwu, who has always been ruthless, has a sad look on his face at this moment.

He received it like this, and the spiritual power in his body did not hesitate to gush out, trying to protect the heart of the copper elephant.

But the strange thing is that he clearly has the holy relics given by the Holy Son, but the control of the copper exorcism elephant shows no signs of healing, but the blood of this pale golden light keeps flowing outward.

"Lord, it's useless. Don't waste your spiritual power anymore, you still have to pursue the remnants of the human race, the thousand-year-old cause of my barbarian race will soon be realized in your hands..."The bronze exorcist said a little woodenly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, this star seems to have reached the point of death.

"Can... Follow... Lord... It's mine... It's an honor..."

The voice of the bronze elephant began to be a little choppy, and it seemed that even speaking was an extremely difficult thing for him at the moment.

"It's just... Cannot... I can't see my people... Entering the Central Plains... Is... It's a pity..."

After saying these last words, the tiger eyes of the bronze elephant were closed forever at that time, and his huge arms fell suddenly, and finally lost the last breath.

And at this moment, a cyan figure floated in, and there was a long sound of flutes along with it.

Tuoba Yuanwu's body shook at that time, and he looked up at the cyan figure, it was a woman, her face was incredibly beautiful, and her eyes were radiant and cold, like the snow lotus on the mountain that day, and like the spring in the ground without dust or dirt.

At that time, a lifeline came from the sky, and was connected to the body of the bronze elephant.

Tuoba Yuanwu's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly said to the woman: "My lord, the Holy Son of my family is similar to the pavilion master of your family, can you..."

But he was only halfway through his words, and the woman raised her eyes to look at him, and the chill in her eyes shocked Tuoba Yuanwu, who was a star, and the flow of qi in her body was stagnant.

"You want to break the rules?" she asked, her voice cold, as if she were coming from under the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring.

"Don't dare..."Tuoba Yuanwu's head lowered, and finally he didn't dare to disobey the meaning of the mourner.

"Finish Yan Zuoying. But the next moment, his cold voice rang out.

The only remaining star of the barbarian clan except Tuoba Yuanwu hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "The subordinates are here!" he said extremely respectfully.

"Go, I want him to be alive, he can't die!" Tuoba Yuanwu's words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, so cold that Wanyan Zuoying on the side also felt a chill.

How dare he say anything else.

"The subordinates receive the order. He bowed his hand respectfully, stood up, and walked towards the young man a hundred feet away step by step.

At this time, the indifferent woman in Tsing Yi frowned, and glanced lightly at the lying figure in the distance, as if she was worried about something, but soon she withdrew her gaze. The distant sound of the flute rose again, and the body of the bronze elephant began to turn into starlight and gradually disperse at that time.

"Whew, whew!" Su Changan, who was lying on the ground, was not dead, he gasped heavily, and the wound on his waist caused by Tuoba Yuanwu was still dripping blood.

He felt a figure approaching him, and he secretly raised his strength, and barely stood up with a long knife and club.

At this time, he naturally saw the complete face Zuoying who was slowly walking towards him, but his gaze did not stay on the star who was about to take his life for long, but looked at the cyan figure in the distance.

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

It's nice to be able to see you again before I die.

He thought.

Finally, he forced himself to withdraw his gaze, and looked at Wanyan Zuoying again, who had come to ten feet in front of him.

Su Changan knew very well that if it weren't for the three thousand swordsmen who fought for their lives to win him a chance before, even if he was still in his heyday, he would never be able to kill a star. What's more, now he is alone and scarred. And how is it the opponent of a star?

But even so, he still clenched the knife in his hand.

A swordsman will never let go of the knife in his hand until the moment of death.

Su Changan firmly believes that he is a swordsman.

The knife is his life.

His soul.

Therefore, as long as there is a breath left, he must hold on to his life and soul.

But just when Su Changan watched vigilantly at Yan Zuoying, he was about to slash out blatantly, and then calmly went to his death.

Wanyan Zuoying stood still two feet in front of Su Chang'an, looking at Su Chang'an with a playful expression, like a cheetah trying to play with its prey before eating it, until he got bored.

Wan Yan Zuoying's hands ignited a raging flame at that time.

The color of the flame was an extremely strange dark purple, and it seemed to be wrapped in some phantom of human faces, and they struggled as if they wanted to rush out of the flames, but they repeatedly hit the wall, and they could only let out a series of terrible wails.

Even if they were a few feet apart, Su Changan could smell a trace of cold aura from the flames.

"This is the ghost fire of the underworld, once it enters the body, it will not cause even the slightest damage to your body, but it will eat away at the soul in it little by little, until it burns it out. Wanyan Zuoying patiently began to talk to Su Changan about the origin of the things in his hands.

In the darkness, his side face reflected the purple light emitted by the ghostly fire of the dark capital, and he looked very eerie.

"I won't be in a hurry to kill you, I will slowly torture you with my ghost fire, so that you can experience the taste of life is worse than death. He said this, his voice as cold as a ghost seeking his life.

As soon as the words fell, he didn't wait for Su Changan to come back to his senses, and a dark purple suddenly flew out of his hand and shot straight at Su Changan.

Su Changan, who was already exhausted, could not resist the erosion of this ghost fire, and when he saw that his body was stunned, the ghost fire rushed into his body.

The expression on his face suddenly became distorted at that time, a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his body could no longer support it, and he fell straight down in the sneer of Yan Zuoying.