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The mountain-opening axe in the hand of the hundred-foot-tall blood-colored giant was danced wildly by him, and each blow caused a storm of wind and scarlet blood mist in the sky.

Su Changan narrowly dodged several attacks from the Divine Giant, his face was gloomy, his breath was disordered, and he saw that he faced another horizontal slash of the Bloody Giant, his body jumped high, and he avoided this powerful blow.

But before he could calm down the turbulent aura in his body, the sea of blood behind him suddenly surged, and a blood spirit king who was also a hundred feet tall stood up from the sea of blood at that time.

He stretched out his hand towards Su Changan and slapped Su Changan's body.

Su Changan seemed to feel something, and hurriedly gathered the spiritual power in his body, and wanted to avoid the palm wind, but after all, he was a step slower, although he avoided the giant palm, he was inevitably hit by the palm wind, and his body rolled in mid-air, and only after a long time did he stabilize his body and stand firm in mid-air.

Call!

Call!

He gasped for breath, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were torn and torn, which was obviously extremely depleted.

"In this sea of blood, even if the true god himself is sure to defeat it, why do you have to struggle anymore?" The Blood Spirit King who was fused with Xiahou Haoyu turned his head to look at Su Changan at that time, and his voice like thunder echoed back and forth in this blood-colored world.

Su Changan did not respond to Xiahou Haoyu's mockery, he silently put the Xiahou blood in his hand into the sheath, and then opened his hands and slammed them together in front of his chest.

A mighty sword intent surged out of his body at that moment, and that sword intent soared into the sky like a cow pulling out a cow on dry land.

"Sword heart is bright?" Xiahou Haoyu, who only showed half of his body, flashed a hint of discoloration on his face, even if he won the battle, Su Changan still surprised him with the background he showed again and again.

Su Changan's clothes began to flutter, the hair on his forehead was also raised high, his eyes were cold, and the sword box behind him trembled slightly, and then, only a high-pitched sword roar sounded like a rooster singing.

The black Futu Divine Sword poured out of the sword box like a proud king, and the three thousand spirit swords behind him followed like his most loyal courtiers.

Su Changan's toes touched the ground, causing a ripple in the sea of blood, and then his body jumped high, and the Futu Divine Sword flew into his hand like a spirit.

Su Changan's eyes were cold, and he looked at Xiahou Haoyu.

At that time, his qi was connected with the Futu Divine Sword in his hand and the three thousand spirit swords behind him.

Since then, man is a sword, and a sword is also a man.

It is also the highest state of this sword, the unity of man and sword.

"Three thousand lotus blossoms!" he let out a loud shout, and the momentum around him poured out like a tidal wave.

As soon as his body fell with these words, he led the three thousand spirit swords straight towards the Blood Spirit King possessed by Xiahou Haoyu.

In Xiahou Haoyu's opinion, such an act is nothing but futility.

But he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

He felt that from the very beginning, he had shown in front of Su Changan that the gap between the two was almost insurmountable, and he didn't understand why this young man was still attacking him again and again in front of Su Changan.

It was futile, but it made him suffer more despair and pain before facing death.

Xiahou Haoyu didn't understand and didn't approve of it.

He felt that such behavior was Su Changan's rebellion against him.

And as an emperor, such a rebellion is no different from blasphemy.

So a flash of rage flashed across his pale face, his hands slammed open, and his hoarse and distorted voice resounded in the sea of blood.

"Look for death!"

As soon as these words fell, his outstretched hands suddenly closed in front of him, and the scarlet mark on his eyebrows suddenly bloomed with a dazzling blood light.

As a result, the sea of blood between him and Su Changan surged, and then a huge figure emerged, and it turned out to be a hundred-zhang tall Blood Spirit King.

He was like a moat between Su Changan and Xiahou Haoyu, showing his teeth and claws, towering like a mountain.

In the face of this formidable roadblock, Su Changan's face did not have half a discoloration, and his expression was still as cold as ice.

The mark of the sun appeared on his brow at that moment, his lips slightly opened, and the cold and majestic syllables of an edict spat out of his mouth at that moment.

"Tianshu!"

As soon as these words fell, seven bright stars suddenly appeared above the blood-colored sky of this world, and they shone brightly, bringing a different brilliance to this blood-colored world.

Then, a figure with two guns in hand appeared.

The phantom let out a loud shout, the two spears in his hands flew up, the figure was like a dragon, and the sound of the golden iron horse sounded, and he killed straight towards the huge blood spirit king.

The Blood Spirit King, who had just been murderous and murderous, was at that moment by the spear in the hand of this phantom, and a bloody hole was opened in his chest.

The brilliance in his blood-red eyes was instantly dissipated, and Su Changan also led the three thousand spirit swords through the blood hole in his chest, and his body also turned into blood at that moment and fell into the sea of blood.

"Hmph!" Xiahou Haoyu saw this situation in his eyes, and the anger between his eyebrows was even worse, his hands flew up, and another mark was formed, and the sea of blood between him and Su Chang'an surged again, and several huge blood spirit kings lined up, blocking between him and Su Chang'an.

"Heavenly power!"

"Tianxuan!"

"Dimensity!"

"Yuheng!"

"Kaiyang!"

A syllable kept coming out of Su Changan's mouth, and then phantoms continued to emerge from the seven stars with Su Changan's voice.

The five phantoms were the same as the previous Tianshu phantoms, and one after another killing moves poured out, killing those Blood Spirit Kings who were blocking between Su Changan and Xiahou Haoyu one after another.

"Shake the light!"

With Su Changan's last roar, his face was already bruised, obviously this way of killing him was extremely taxing.

At the same time, a swordsman phantom appeared, his body jumped high, like a demon god, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the Blood Spirit King in front of him.

The body of the Blood Spirit King was like a defeated body, and it was turned in half under the sword of the phantom.

Su Chang'an's body also passed through the last Blood Spirit King at that time, and he was wrapped in a sword intent that filled the sky and killed in front of Xiahou Haoyu.

Since then, there has been no barrier between him and Xiahou Haoyu.

His cold sword blade once again pointed at Xiahou Haoyu's eyebrows.

There was a dense sword intent all over his body, and his face was an undisguised murderous intent.

Xiahou Haoyu didn't have half a bit of fear on his face, he knew that even if Su Changan hit him, he wouldn't be able to kill him.

His qi is connected to this sea of blood, and if the sea of blood is not extinguished, he can be reborn endlessly.

He just couldn't understand what was causing Su Changan to charge at him again and again without fear of death.

And this kind of incomprehension can only turn into endless anger in the end, he wants to stop Su Changan, he wants this stubborn teenager to fall into endless despair.

It was impossible to tell whether it was a distorted or paranoid psychology that made him drive the Blood Spirit King under him again.

The Blood Spirit King was in contact with him, and feeling Xiahou Haoyu's thoughts, his huge body suddenly took a step forward, and his huge body pulled the pool full of blood and water, stirring up layers of waves.

The huge mountain-opening axe in his hand was held high by him at that time, and with a roar that seemed like a man but not a beast sounded in his mouth, the giant axe struck straight towards Su Changan and his sword sea with the momentum of opening the sky.

Su Changan keenly felt that this Blood Spirit King possessed by Xiahou Haoyu was several times stronger than the previous ones, and the power contained in this whistling axe was also extremely strong, enough to open the mountain and break the gold.

Su Changan still had no intention of retreating, his eyebrows were cold, a touch of blush surged on his face, and the sword intent around him became more and more violent.

He had already pushed his strength to the extreme, and this behavior caused a faint trace of blood to begin to overflow on his body, and the green tendons on his face became more and more abrupt, as if they would burst open in the next moment.

"Break it for me!"

He roared angrily, his expression hideous, his clothes in tatters.

Bite!

Just hear a crunch.

The tip of his sword rested against the blade of the massive mountain-opening axe.

A huge wave of qi suddenly swung away from this center, and the sea of blood churned, and a huge circular wave swung in all directions, constantly spreading around.

The axe and the sword were frozen for several breaths at that time.

The spiritual power of the two collided with each other along the axe and sword, Su Changan's face was gloomy and hideous, but Xiahou Haoyu was furious and surprised.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded, and the huge mountain-opening axe exploded violently with this loud bang, turning into blood and falling down.

Su Changan's body rushed forward at that time, passing through layers of blood curtains, and slaughtered Xiahou Haoyu with all his might.

He is like a bow and arrow off the string, which does not reach the throat of the enemy, does not break bones, and nothing else can stop him.

The anger on Xiahou Haoyu's face was finally replaced by fear at this time, he was not afraid of death, or rather, he knew very well that with this sword, Su Changan could not kill him. And what really frightened him was Su Changan's determination, that determination to never die.

That determination made Xiahou Haoyu feel a chill to the bone.

It was like standing naked in the wind and snow of the Northland, and the chill rose from the soles of your feet, through your knees, through your chest, and over your lute bones, to the top of your head, to the ends of your hair.

This is not a very good feeling, even for Xiahou Haoyu, who has experienced countless winds and waves.

With such fear, the tip of Su Changan's sword finally pierced into Xiahou Haoyu's eyebrows at that moment.

He felt a chill, and then his pupils dilated, and the last touch of the scene in his eyes came to his eye.

It was the cold eyes of the young man, and the sword shadow lotus flowers that bloomed one after another behind him.

"It's a beautiful view. He sighed.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang at that moment.