Shi Mo was a little accustomed to standing in this place and watching the flying sand obscuring the sun. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, his thoughts rushed to the place of life and death with those brave people.

Every time I will tug at my heartstrings, my youthfulness yesterday seems to be still vivid. Maybe it's too memorable, it's luck to be alive in that place, why do you cheer and celebrate the rest of your life every time you return?

The smile really appeared, and I still didn't love it.

Han Xian's ears only had the sound of rumbling horses' hooves hitting the ground, and the people in this group were surprisingly quiet without any shouts of killing.

The blood-colored eyes did not lose the ability he should have, and the calm dark red appeared, was that the target of his own impact?

A strange moment appeared, and the charging Guan Hanning's speed did not decrease, and he hit the black gate. Han Xian was a little grateful for that blood, otherwise he would have closed his eyes.

Black as a mountain.

The scene of Han Xian's brain smearing the black city with flesh and blood would not happen.

Guan Hanning's attack forward posture was not put away, if Han Xian observed carefully, he would definitely find that the originally dark red helmet flickered strangely.

The cold Shenfeng made intimate contact with the gate, but did not stay, in Han Xian's eyes, the spear easily pierced through the imaginary black, even Guan Hanning did all this.

It's not just Hanning who did it, but those who rushed to the front did it.

Soon Han Xian was about to approach, and the constantly enlarged darkness in front of him would not mean to stay.

Panicked?

Maybe Han Xian didn't know, but the pounding heartbeat was inexplicable, and no one came to listen to him tell him about the surprise at that moment.

Maybe Han was scared at first, but his new partner didn't hesitate without the slightest hesitation, and plunged into the darkness.

I don't know if it's the darkness with my eyes closed, or if I'm really completely immersed in the black.

The sun did not give up its due obligations, and a glimmer of light appeared in Han Xian's eyes.

When I opened my eyes, the world was still so bright, and my blood did not aggravate the darkness. The familiar man in front of him was still there, turning his head slightly. Those hideous masks were still so cold, and the things that didn't have temperature perfectly covered the things that would have been colorful. Han Xian's heart is put in his stomach, and the person who closes his eyes like himself must be more than alone, right?

The darkness is approaching again, and the people in front of him are gradually disappearing again, and there is a feeling of wanting to look behind them, but I feel afraid, afraid that there will be a flood behind the beast that can completely destroy themselves in an instant, there is very little time to think here, and there is the sound of the wind that keeps disturbing all this.

The complete blackness appeared, and Han Xian's heart did not have a trace of worry, and there was no trace of lingering in his thoughts through the gate. Maybe the thought still didn't have time to sense, and the divine horse under the crotch rushed through.

Han Xian's heart thought to himself, is it still so dark in the distance?

It didn't appear, but a stronger sound of horses' hooves appeared, and it felt more than twice as loud as before, was it because of the growth of its own team?

I can't think about how Han Xian in the armor can freely probe those things.

All this will be in an instant before the answer is revealed, but for Han Xian, who is charging, time has passed slowly. This moment suddenly has a feeling of enjoying the rest of your life. The figure of the charging beast suddenly appeared in his mind, and it was so clear and thorough, he was not broken and above the gate, where would it be broken?

Will the dust in front of you tell you the answer?

Maybe I'll be lucky, I don't have that strong trunk in front of me.

Is the sun curious about the world below, and secretly pokes his face out to look, does he want to take a look at those who have existed?

There is no strong tree benchmark ahead, but what replaces it is even more terrifying. Is the sun helping to abuse, why does that Sensen cold have a kind of freezing and cracking blood.

Is it Han Xian's reason that is making the final struggle, why do you feel like this, but all this is in vain in this charging crowd, and the timid will forget the timid, let alone the person who thinks he is excellent.

The blood-red eyes betrayed madness.

The monstrous devils in front of them fully revealed their claws, their cyan skins tinged with the breath of hell, were those moving creatures loyal lackeys of the Grim Reaper?

Do you still think of pity at this moment, at least the thing in our Han Xian's mind has not appeared now, and there is only something in his hand at this moment. I don't think about whether it's familiar or not, and that unfamiliar thing gives Han Xian courage. It was the source of indomitable motivation that made him abandon the chaotic thoughts, which in his eyes would be the stepping stones in his progress. Now those familiar people have long since lost their traces, and their hearts have been firmly convicted.

The things in your hands will not leave you.

Guan Hanning did not hesitate to take steps, and showed his courage to the flying sand in front of him, although the brilliance on the helmet had long been lost, but the arrogance was not brought by it. The gaze under the mask is the real cold at the moment, and the mask can't hide the cold, if Han Xian looks at it, he must not be able to shout the word big brother.

The charge has already begun, and the pace will not stop at this moment. Now everything is superfluous, only fearless advancing. If you stay, you'll be trampled into mud.

Guan Hanning always rushed to the front of the team, his back was the belief of everyone behind him, if he fell on the way to the charge, then the brother behind him would definitely gasp under the iron hooves of death. However, all that can be done now is to charge selflessly, regardless of whether there are arrows in front of you.

Now all human lives are entrusted to the dim sky, and he will not think about whether he can grasp everything steadily.

Maybe Han Xian didn't know the necessity of such a charge, and the godless courage would be perfectly reflected at this moment.

Why is there that iron horse of the divine steed, the speed of the wind, so that the scythe of the enemy Death will break him before he is raised.

Why do the phaseless divine soldiers choose one in a hundred, in order to be able to kill a hundred.

The battlefield is a fight for time, and the appearance of Wuxiang is to smash the arrow of death in swaddling clothes. Only in this way can the inky black iron behind him fully exert his power, and the brave man can buy them time to move forward, maybe the invisibility is not the key to determining the outcome of the war, but when he appears, he can no longer erase him, what he can do is to make them as cold as the blade. If there is no one to stop them in a war, then the enemy generals will surely be a nightmare.

The cyan wave is fully unfolded, will the red color give Han Xian a special ability?

Why did the cyan armor in front of them feel like paper and mud, his sharp spear would definitely be able to easily pierce through them and completely destroy their vitality.

Han Xian's crazy brain was still affirming the result over and over again, Guan Hanning had already come into contact with the person who was rushing in front of the enemy, their spears were enemies through the ages, and the sparks that came out seemed to tell the bitterness of hatred.

Han Xian couldn't detect Guan Hanning's supernatural powers, and behind that great back was a group of resolute warriors.

The red and cyan waves surged together, trying to smash each other to the rock.

The sound is strange at this moment, the sound of hooves is completely muffled by the sound of impact, there must be the sound of broken muscles and bones at this moment, there must be the wail of a broken spear with confidence, and what is even more strange is that everyone who can still stand has their teeth closed, and the qi brewing in their hearts cannot leak a little.

If the other party is howling and rushing into the battlefield, then the Wuxiang will definitely be a carnival feast, and the spear will definitely be able to smear the glory of victory.

The chicken cubs in the flock of cranes are difficult to remember at this moment, and perhaps the person wrapped in cyan armor must feel lucky. Why is it so easy to pierce that person, maybe there will be lucky people in the dark red armor.

I can finally feel my heartbeat, is it the Grim Reaper who wants Han Xian to know his last thoughts?

How could Han Xian not make the last struggle?

Others, how can Han Xian think. All that can be done now is determination and courage, and the man in front of him who raised the long knife wants to free this stinky skin.

At this moment, Han Xian may not have thought about how to preserve this skin, maybe he thought about it. Perhaps the body instinctively perceives that the brain may be the most vulnerable at this moment.

Now what we want is strong bones and fearless blood.

Fortunately, none of these Han Xian are missing. The spear in his hand did not tremble in the slightest from the approaching broadsword.

Han Xian's brain had not yet sensed the impending big knife, and the spear in his hand was still handed forward, perhaps only in this way could he get a glimmer of life. I may not have thought about whether I could breathe in the next second, and the ultimate goal of red is to destroy the enemy by all means. So it's not important to you.

No one can detect whether the other party's eyes are flustered, and who is more decisive is fighting.

How can this be compared with Han Xian, this is a newcomer. The fanatical man who takes the wisdom of the agent himself has become a part of the spear, how can the sharp edge of the spear care whether his rear will be broken, and he can only concentrate on the warm thing that solidifies his own cold.

And the eyes of the master of the long knife are translucent, and the spear that pierces himself is so real. If the brain is still functioning normally, he will definitely be able to split this person in half, but he will not doubt whether the spear is sharp, and he may still be alive, but now in this place, such an injury is not far from falling.

People who can think can measure gains and losses, how to give up their lives.

Thinking that he had a plan in his heart, he turned sideways and dodged this outlaw stab.

The target of the spear is gone, and the ruthless strength has long been used up, how to collect it, but the eyes are firmly locked, and the gun has no intention of retracting, since your body is on the side, you will smash it angrily.

The spear was raised slightly, and it was also this slight action that made Han Xian's original initiative all come to naught.

That person is not a person who has just entered the battlefield, how can the other party let go of such a mistake. The power of the road flows, the blade does not turn, and the back of the knife is slapped on the horse's leg.

The blow achieved his goal, and Han Xian should pay for his mistake.

Zai Shenjun's horse couldn't stand such a force, so he fell to the ground, and Han Xian's instinct was able to save his life, and he instinctively jumped away and was not crushed by this mountain-like partner.

The slight call of the wind, Han Xian's fanatical blood, also left him in this crazy place.

How could the long knife let go of this prey that had lost its claws.

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