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Xiahou Haoyu's pupils gradually dilated, and he felt extremely terrifying power from this sword.

He finally understood why Su Changan asked him if he was afraid of death, and why he said that he was not afraid of death.

With the sword light in the sky, he could clearly see the blood oozing from the corner of the young man's mouth.

It took some of the power he couldn't afford to wield such a powerful sword.

The young man's plan from the beginning was not as simple as stopping him.

He clearly wanted to kill him!

He thought so, and he did.

At the same time, Xiahou Haoyu clearly felt from this sword that Su Changan did have such an ability.

He had to put away the contempt in his heart, use all his spiritual power, and go all out to deal with Su Changan's sword of forgetting his life and death.

The nine-headed evil dragon that was entangled around him let out a long roar at that time, and suddenly escaped back into the phantom of the emperor behind Xiahou Haoyu, who was about a hundred feet tall and huge like a god.

At that moment, the phantom of the emperor, who had always been as immovable as a statue, suddenly opened his eyes, and an overwhelming majesty swept over as if Mount Tai was pressing down.

Immediately, I heard a loud bang, and the huge phantom body suddenly stood up.

And the majestic coercion has become more and more intense, under this coercion, those who originally still had a breath left, the guests who were pressed under the ruins of the Tongming Palace, all turned pale, spit out blood in their mouths, and even those who cultivated to be weaker directly under this coercion, the seven orifices bled to death.

The giant phantom took its own steps.

He was a shadow, but he was like a substance, with a loud sound with every step, and the earth shuddered with each of his steps.

Finally, he came to the back of Xiahou Haoyu, which was not a particularly long process, although he walked extremely slowly, but he was really too huge, and such a long distance was only a step or two for him.

And Su Changan's sword also came to Xiahou Haoyu's body at that time.

At this moment, Su Changan seemed to be covered in blood, and the load brought to him by the majestic sword intent almost crushed all his internal organs, and he was able to persist until now, but what he relied on was actually the obsession in his heart.

Xiahou Haoyu also found that Su Changan was at the end of his crossbow at this moment, as long as he took this sword, he would inevitably have no power to fight back, but he was a sword warrior and a man of fish and meat, and let him slaughter it.

Thinking like this, he thought coldly that Su Changan stretched out his hand, and the phantom behind him also stretched out his hand at that time.

The figures of the two seemed to overlap at that time, although they were one person and one shadow, but they seemed to have already blended together, and they were not separated from each other.

Xiahou Haoyu stretched out his hand towards Su Chang'an's sword, just as the huge phantom behind him stretched out his hand towards Su Changan's sword.

Su Changan naturally felt the terrifying power contained in Xiahou Haoyu at this moment, or the huge phantom behind him.

But he had no intention of retreating, and it should be said that by the time he wielded the sword, he had already been killed.

He is not without concerns, but he is not a Beitongxuan, and he can't give up the people he cares about for the sake of the so-called common people.

He is Su Chang'an, not Beitongxuan, let alone anyone.

What he wants to do, he doesn't ask whether it's right or wrong, whether it's worth it or not, but with a clear conscience.

Therefore, the look in his eyes became more and more decisive at that time.

"When you ask the king, the mountains and rivers give up!"

He let out such a loud shout, and the sword in his hand slammed straight into the huge attractive palm.

A huge light lit up, accompanied by a wave of air that swept everything, the Tongming Palace, which had been turned into ruins, was scattered all over the place at that time, and the ruins and tiles scattered all over the place were rolled up, scattered and blown around, smashing the water pavilion and jade carved fence in the palace of the ancient Jin king.

And when the light dissipated, Su Changan's sword was still against the palm of the phantom summoned by Xiahou Haoyu.

His clothes were torn apart by the violent winds of the two forces, revealing a piece of skin that was slowly bleeding.

However, his sword was still difficult to break through Xiahou Haoyu's palm.

Xiahou Haoyu also seemed to see Su Changan's tiredness, he let out a sneer, stretched out his hand and began to hold it slowly, and the phantom's hand also began to close, seeing that Su Changan's body was about to be wrapped in the phantom's huge palm.

He had the heart to retreat, but his body suddenly stiffened, as if he was restrained by something, and he could only watch as the huge palm completely enveloped his body.

After a few breaths, only a muffled sound was heard, and the phantom's palm had already closed, and Su Changan's body was completely held in that palm at that time.

"In the two hundred years since I started my incident, countless people have tried to kill me, but very few have forced me to use all my strength, especially at your age. Xiahou Haoyu said this, his words were like praise, but with a domineering spirit that looked down on the world.

"It's a pity that you are not worthy of being my opponent at all. Xiahou Haoyu said, his eyebrows flashed murderously, and the hand that clenched his fist suddenly began to exert force, obviously wanting to crush Su Changan's body with the help of that phantom.

It stands to reason that it should be an extremely simple process, after all, in Xiahou Haoyu's opinion, Su Chang'an, who had overused his strength, should no longer have the strength to fight back at this moment.

But just as he was about to crush his life into pieces, he suddenly felt a wave of resistance in his palm, which made his brows furrow, and he secretly felt incredible.

And at that moment, Ke Su Changan's voice sounded again.

"Second ask the king, why is the common people innocent!"

As soon as this sound fell, Xiahou Haoyu felt a sharp pain coming from the palm of his hand, and the phantom immediately let out a roar of pain and anger, at that time, the arm of the huge phantom suddenly began to gradually become distorted from the inside out, and this distortion increased sharply after an instant, and finally the entire palm of the hand turned into nothingness and shattered.

Xiahou Haoyu's palm was also in a sharp pain, as if he had been scratched by some invisible sharp weapon, and countless subtle scars suddenly appeared in the palm, with a trace of golden blood dripping from his hand at this moment.

And Su Chang'an's body also reappeared when the illusory arm was shattered, he was holding a black long sword, and his whole body poured into the worship of the king like a king, and even continued to turn violently.

His face was as cold as the ice in the sky, and it would never melt. He looked at Xiahou Haoyu, and the sword intent around him began to grow wildly.

The three thousand spirit swords seemed to feel something, and they burst out with a sword roar, and then suddenly poured into the black long sword that was held by Su Changan in his hand.

The sword intent around him became more and more violent, his body seemed to be unable to withstand such a strong force, and the blood vessels began to burst, and within two or three breaths, he was already dyed into a bloody man by his own blood, which made him almost unable to see his original appearance, only those eyes were still cold and flashing, full of murderous intent.

"Three questions to the king, whose hand is the deer dead!"

He let out a loud shout.

The body hanging in mid-air dragged a long tail like a meteor, using the sword as the edge and the body as the sword, and resolutely stabbed towards Xiahou Haoyu's eyebrows.

At that moment, Xiahou Haoyu finally really smelled death again a hundred years later.