At that moment, many thoughts flashed in Xiahou Haoyu's heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He's dead, it's not the first time he's experienced something like this, and it certainly won't be the last.

On that night in Chang'an City, his limit was approaching, and his body collapsed, but the heroic soul stubbornly stayed, hiding in the body of his favorite and most satisfied son.

He was very fond of his seventh son.

I like it from the bottom of my heart.

But it's a pity that from the moment he was born, he was destined to be only his pawn, a cocoon for his resurrection.

He vaguely remembered that when he was in a coma in Xiahou Lin, step by step, he ate away at his soul bit by bit. And the roars and wails from Xia Houlin's soul were so real that he even heard Xia Houlin call his name at the moment of death.

In Xiahou Haoyu's heart, as an emperor, all things in the world belong to him, from a grass and a tree, to the lives of all living beings, he can give it wantonly when he wants, and he can take it back when he is evil.

This is always the idea, so in everything he does, whether good or bad, he never hides it.

As a king, he should be dignified.

But when he devoured his child's life, he never had any communication with him, he just kept silent and ate away at his son's soul little by little, watching him slowly dissipate in despair and helplessness.

This is the first time in Xiahou Haoyu's life that he has such a shameless thought, but indifferently he told himself in his heart that this is just pity.

He was like this all his life, proud, confident and conceited. He was always convinced that everything he was doing was right.

This belief had been with him from the moment he was born, until the young man's sword pierced his brow, and this belief finally wavered for the first time.

Such vacillation does not come from verbal arguments, nor from a disparity in absolute power.

It was the young man's determination - his determination to kill him.

He had been thinking about such a question since the moment he fought Su Chang'an, what kind of thing was trending towards the young man and his companions, challenging himself again and again towards himself who was almost a behemoth to them.

He couldn't figure it out.

Well, or should I say that he already has the answer, but this is the answer, and even he doesn't want to admit it.

Only with absolutely firm and absolutely correct beliefs can we support everything as resolute as that young man.

But to some extent, this is a blasphemy against Xiahou Haoyu's own beliefs.

Because he always believes that he is right, absolutely right, and contrary to it, everything that is contrary to him is wrong!

He wanted to tell the young man such a truth and shake his determination, but the young man's eyes had already given him the answer, and he firmly believed that his belief was just as Xiahou Haoyu believed in his own beliefs.

This made Xiahou Haoyu shake, and after such a vacillation was brewing, it naturally turned into anger.

And then, with such anger, he sank into the sea of blood to meet an unusual death for him.

Call!

Call!

Su Changan gasped, his breath gradually became sluggish, and the Futu Divine Sword lost the support of his spiritual power and returned to his sword box again.

His face was still gloomy, he was still in this sea of blood, he knew that he had not defeated Xiahou Haoyu, and when he was resurrected again, it was naturally conceivable what would greet him.

He has been through countless perils and hovered on the brink of death more than once.

He is not afraid of death, he is just unwilling, just reluctant.

Therefore, he calmed down and forcibly calmed his surging aura, trying to recover as much strength as possible before Xiahou Haoyu was resurrected.

Although it was only in vain, Su Changan did not intend to give up, this was his consistent style, and it was also the key to his ability to go from a country boy in the north to this point.

No matter how strong the enemy is and how small he is, he never thinks of giving up.

Even if he dies, he will swing the long knife in his hand at the enemy, even if it will not cause him the slightest damage, but he will tell him.

He doesn't admit defeat!

Su Changan has done this every time, and this time is no exception.

The sea of blood beside him began to surge again, and a figure gradually emerged in the blood water.

Su Changan knew that Xiahou Haoyu had been resurrected.

He tiptoed to the ground, his body taking a few steps back, keeping a relatively safe distance from him.

Then, he reached out and touched his back, his fingers touching the handle of Xiahou Blood's knife, and hesitated slightly.

Undoubtedly, Xiahou Blood, who possessed the Thunder Spirit, was his biggest killing weapon now, and he could even cooperate with the Three Thousand Floating Slaughter to open a terrifying killing move like the Three Thousand Heavenly Thunder Tribulation. But for some reason, after such hesitation, Su Changan's hand moved to the side and put it on the handle of the Nine Difficult Knife.

It was his original sword, and it was the one that led him on this path.

All the stories begin on this knife, so it should also end on this knife.

Thinking so, the expression on his face froze, and the Nine Tribulation Knife came out of its sheath in response.

At this time, Xiahou Haoyu's body finally slowly emerged in the sea of blood, and he was still like that, with a little scarlet mark on his pale face.

But for some reason, when he appeared, his face didn't have the anger that almost overflowed before, he just stared at Su Changan, as if he was looking at the strangest thing in the world.

"Why?" he asked, in a calm voice.

Such a question was beyond Su Changan's expectations, he was slightly stunned, and did not give Xiahou Haoyu half a response for a while.

"Why do you want to do this, you know, you can't kill me. Xiahou Haoyu continued to ask, every word was accented, as if this was an extremely important question for him.

Su Changan finally came back to his senses at this time, this question was a little abrupt, and even inexplicable.

So he shook his head and replied flatly, "You won't understand." ”

After speaking, his hand holding the Nine Difficult Knife lightly burst out, and a bone-chilling cold light burst out.

He used his actions to tell Xiahou Haoyu that he didn't want to talk to him.

Just as he said before the war - the blood feud is deep, and only the sword can solve it.

Xiahou Haoyu's face froze, and then the angry color that he tried his best to suppress rose to his eyebrows.

He looked at the snow-white long knife in Su Changan's hand, "Nine difficulties? So what? You still can't kill me." ”

But Su Changan shook his head again at that time.

"Nope. ”

As he said so, his body leaped into the air, his sword on top of his head.

His appearance was hideous because of anger, and distorted because of his hideousness.

The sword intent in the sky broke out and swept the whole world.

At that moment, the sea of blood boiled.

His body was like a god, his face was like that of Shura, and his sword was like that of a dragon.

He yelled.

"This knife is called Mo Tingyu!"