Su Chang'an's sword reached Tuoba Yuanwu's eyebrows in an instant.

That sword fell, Tuoba Yuanwu was still in a state of loss of consciousness at this moment, and even if he could not kill him, he would definitely be seriously injured and would no longer be able to chase the army going east.

In that case, even if he dies, Su Changan will feel that he can rest in peace.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on the boy's blood-stained face.

But just as the Nine Nation Sword was about to cut Tuoba Yuanwu's eyebrows, a figure suddenly rushed out.

"Master, be careful!" the figure exclaimed in surprise. With a big hand, he pushed Tuoba Yuanwu's body several feet away, and his huge body faced Su Changan's sword.

At that time, a blood light suddenly appeared.

The pupils of the figure suddenly became completely refreshed, and the body collapsed at that time.

Tuoba Yuanwu, who was still stunned, was covered in blood and the scorching blood hit his face. He was shocked and suddenly came back to his senses from the trance.

"Driving the elephant!" He exclaimed, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and a spiritual power surged out of his body at that time and attacked Su Changan. Su Changan's body shook, and finally could not resist the attack of Xingyun. His body retreated suddenly and fell a hundred feet away before he stopped.

Tuoba Yuanwu couldn't even see Su Chang'an's body falling a hundred feet away. He strode to the bronze elephant and picked up his huge body.

"You will be fine. I will send someone to send you back to the Holy Court, and the Holy Son will definitely save you." Tuoba Yuanwu, who had always been cruel and ruthless, showed a sad look on his face at this moment.

As he received this, the spiritual power in his body also poured out without hesitation, trying to protect the copper-driven elephant's heart.

But strangely, it is clear that it has the holy object given by the Holy Son, but the copper-driven elephant is under control but there is no sign of healing at all, but the light golden light blood flows out.

"Master, it's useless. Don't waste your spiritual power anymore. You have to pursue the remnants of the human race. My barbarian's great cause will soon be realized in your hands." The bronze drive elephant said with a little dull voice, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and this star's death seemed to be at its dying moment.

“It is my honor to be able to follow the Lord”

The sound of the copper-driven elephant began to be a little intermittent, as if even speaking was extremely difficult for him at this moment.

"It's a pity that I just failed to see my clan enter Zhongyuan."

After saying this last sentence, the tiger's eyes that drove the copper elephant closed forever at that time. His huge arm suddenly dropped, and finally lost his last breath.

And at this moment, a blue figure floated over, and there was a distant sound of flute coming with it.

Tuoba Yuanwu's body shook at that time. He looked up at the blue figure. It was a woman with a very beautiful appearance. Her eyes were cold and bright, just like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, and like the spring under the ground without dust or dirt.

A lifeline came from the sky at that time, connected to the body of the bronze elephant.

Tuoba Yuanwu was shocked, and he hurriedly said to the woman: "Sir, my Holy Son is similar to your Pavilion Master, can it be?"

But just halfway through his words, the woman looked up at him. The chill in her eyes made Tuoba Yuanwu, who was a star, shook, and the flow of the energy in her body stopped.

"You want to break the rules?" she asked, her voice cold, as if it was from the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs.

"I dare not dare to do it." Tuoba Yuanwu lowered his head, and finally he did not dare to disobey the mourner's intentions.

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

The only remaining Xing Yun, a barbarian, hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "I'm here!" He said respectfully.

"Go, I want him to live, I can't die!" Tuoba Yuanwu's words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, so cold that Wanyan Zuoying, who was beside him, also felt a chill.

How dare he say anything else?

"I will take the order." He bowed respectfully, stood up, and walked towards the young man a hundred feet away step by step.

At this time, the woman in green frowned and glanced at the lying figure in the distance, as if she was worried, but soon she withdrew her gaze. The distant flute sound came out again, and the body of the copper-driven elephant began to turn into stars and gradually dissipated.

"Hu! Hu!" Su Changan, who was lying on the ground, was not dead. He was gasping heavily, and the wound on his waist caused by Tuoba Yuanwu was still flowing out of blood.

He felt a figure gradually approaching him. He secretly raised a breath of energy and barely stood up with a long sword.

At this time, he naturally saw Wanyan Zuoying walking towards him slowly, but his eyes did not stay on Xing Yun, who was about to take his life, but instead looked at the blue figure in the distance.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's great to be able to look at you again before you die.

He thought so.

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

Su Changan knew very clearly that if the three thousand swordsmen had not won the opportunity for him to fight for his life, even if he was still in his heyday, he would have been unable to kill the life of Xingyun. What's more, now he is alone and covered in scars. How could he be an opponent of Xingyun?

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

A swordsman will never let go of the knife in his hand until he dies.

Su Changan firmly believed that he was a swordsman.

The knife is his life.

His soul.

Therefore, as long as a breath remains, he will hold his life and soul tightly.

But just as Su Changan looked vigilantly at Wanyan Zuoying preparing to slash out, and then went to death calmly.

Wanyan Zuoying stood two feet in front of Su Changan, looking at Su Changan with a playful look, as if a cheetah was about to play with it before eating its prey until he felt bored.

Wanyan Zuoying's hands ignited violent flames at that time.

The color of the flame was extremely strange dark purple, and it seemed to be covered with some phantoms of human faces. They struggled as if they wanted to rush out of the flame, but they repeatedly hit the wall and could only let out a burst of tragic wails.

Even if they were several feet apart, Su Changan could still smell a cold breath from the flames.

"This is the ghost fire that has been harvested from the underworld. Once it enters the body, it will not cause any harm to you, but it will erode the soul bit by bit 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 ghost fire of the Youdu, making him look gloomy.

"I won't rush to kill you. I will use my ghost fire to torture you slowly, so that you can feel the feeling of life being worse than death." He said, his voice so cold that it was like a ghost looking for someone to seek life.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Su Changan to come to his senses. A dark purple suddenly realized that he flew out of his hand and shot straight towards Su Changan.

Su Changan, who had been exhausted, could not resist the erosion of this ghost fire? He was stunned and the ghost fire rushed into his body.

His expression suddenly became distorted at that time, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His body could no longer support him and fell down amid Wanyan Zuoying's sneer.
Chapter completed!