Crushing through the waves, the air becomes a vacuum, and this is just Su Hongtu's casual sword, which uses only a slight wrist power. As for the exquisite swordsmanship and abundant true energy, there is no such thing as any exquisite swordsmanship.

"What a powerful force. If my true energy is blessed, who else is my opponent in the world? Hahahaha, good sword, good sword, no, it is a magic sword!"

Su Hongtu was overjoyed, his eyes were excited, but invisibly, there was a little bit of gray and scarlet.

"With my martial arts at this time and the help of this magic weapon, the so-called innate nature in front of me is nothing but a native chicken and a tile dog. Even if the master is strong, he is not able to resist any attack. All allies and subordinates are useless garbage. I can only use swords alone, and I can traverse the state of China and conquer the world.

Just now, the magic weapon was born today and needs to be fed with blood, so I killed all the annoying little insects around me, so as to avoid trouble in the future.”

Si Peng, Meng Zhao and others were still immersed in Su Hongtu's lightly slap but shocking performance. They were completely unaware that this King Su Tian was already planning to slaughter them all to feed the newly born evil soldiers.

However, as soon as Su Hongtu had this idea, a cool air emanated from his chest, pouring into the spiritual platform in his mind, dispelling the influence of an evil force on him.

The gloomy and scarlet in Su Hongtu's eyes briefly retreated, his mind returned to clearness, but his expression became extremely gloomy, no longer the arrogant, joyful and excited attitude he had just made.

With a thought, the snow-white long sword transformed by the evil soldiers in his hand, and the countless tentacles were shaken out of his body. At the same time, he gently waved the evil soldiers into the air, held them in his chest, and turned out a relic with dense Sanskrit printed on the surface.

If it weren't for this relic that originated from the eminent monk Honghua, who was blessed by years of Buddhist chanting, he would have been unknowingly aware of the evil soldier's way. From then on, people became soldiers and had no thoughts anymore, and would even be attacked by people all over the world, and would die without a place to bury them.

"This ghost thing is amazing. I was already very careful and tried my best to avoid being influenced by him, but I still unknowingly caught its Tao. It seems that it is much more difficult to incorporate it into the body and combine it into one, which is more difficult than I imagined."

Su Hongtu is a true martial arts master. Although his reputation is not as famous as Longcheng and is well-known to martial artists all over the world, his kung fu is practiced, tempered, and hard work.

He knew very well that relying on the same evil soldier alone would want to be invincible in the world, which is actually the same as a fool.

In this world, people are always the main focus, weapons are just auxiliary, and small paths. This is even a deep-rooted thought in his heart. Unfortunately, after using this evil weapon, he was influenced by his amazing power, and then he was exploited for loopholes. Evil thoughts were like tides, and almost made a big mistake.

It can only be said that he finally underestimated the dangers of the secret method of the evil soldiers breaking limits and looked down on himself.

What I originally guessed was 70%, but now it seems that I am afraid that I don’t even have 50%.

This relic is one of the trump cards Su Hongtu used to support his bottom. Unfortunately, it has consumed most of the Buddhist true energy in just one moment. It is not that the relics are insufficient, but that the power of this evil soldier is far beyond his expectations.

The evil soldier who turned into a snow-white sword in the air shook, and the buzzing sword roared throughout the valley, causing the white fog to roll and the waves to rise and fall, as if he had his own intelligence, and felt extremely dissatisfied because he was discarded by Su Hongtu.

Su Hongtu's expression became even more gloomy, and his thick eyebrows almost squeezed together. Seeing Mo Li and others was extremely worried. Why did he suddenly throw such a magic weapon out? Could it be that there is any hidden danger?

Meng Zhao knew very well that although the evil soldier looked snow-white and pure, he was actually an extremely evil weapon that could even retaliate against his master. I am afraid that Su Hongtu just realized something was wrong and deliberately pushed it out.

If evil soldiers and evil soldiers do not have a little bit of evil nature, wouldn’t they be inconsistent with the name?

Now, Meng Zhao was even more curious about what method Su Hongtu would use to incorporate this evil soldier into his body without being affected.

The next scene cannot be said to have shattered everyone's eyes, but it is not much different.

I saw the masculine and domineering, majestic and majestic King Su Hongtu. After pondering for a while, somehow he thought, he actually used a knife with one hand to condense the sharp blade of energy and cut off his left arm at the same root.

At the fracture, it was as smooth as a mirror. A stream of rich blood splashed out, spraying on the altar, like a bright red drizzle, and the broken arm was grabbed by Su Hongtu with the only remaining hand.

Then, under Su Hongtu's abnormal control, his muscles squirted, and even the qi and blood flowed backwards, and no drop of blood flowed out.

Only the broken arm I held and the blood flowed out.

Meng Zhao directly crushed the two pebbles in his hand, his eyes widened, and took a step forward in unison with Mo Li not far away. The turmoil in his heart was puzzled and difficult to express in words.

Si Peng and Wei Hua even called out to the King of Heaven. If they hadn't been worried that there were already people hiding on the mountain, they would need to guard against them and not take advantage of loopholes. They were afraid they had already rushed down to observe Su Hongtu's physical condition.

Everyone, including Meng Zhao, did not expect that Su Hongtu would cut off his arm. This thing is not bamboo, and it can grow after being cut. If it is gone, it will be gone.

Since ancient times, there have been many people with broken arms, and many of them have experienced battlefield fighting.

Not only are there broken arms, but also broken legs, but also the warriors who are broken are even more common.

However, most of it is under the influence of external forces, and I have no choice but to bear this result.

But it is rarely heard that someone cut off his arms.

Next, Su Hongtu's actions shocked them even more.

I saw him holding his broken arm with one hand, sweat oozing slightly from his face, his expression was a bit ferocious, and his eyes were a little fierce. He gently swung his broken arm to the evil soldiers who were still floating in the air.

The evil soldiers were originally in the form of a snow-white long sword. When they saw this broken arm, they changed their shape and opened their bloody mouth like a monster. They swallowed the thrown broken arm in one mouthful. The serrated teeth of the sword were chewed into the broken arm, splattering blood, and grinding the flesh and blood, and listening to it creakingly.

The people nearby were not only Meng Zhao, but also the hidden people, and were shocked when they saw this scene.

In the past, they only said that this is a ruthless person and that is a fierce person, but today, they finally know what a real ruthless person is, a fierce person.

Being fierce to others is nothing. They are afraid of being cruel to themselves and being cruel to themselves.

There is no doubt that Su Hongtu's fierceness is the most common people have seen in their lives.

It’s not enough to cut off your arm yourself, but you actually use your arm as food, feed and feed to weapons.

This kind of operation makes people feel so painful.
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