Tick Tick..., Tick ....., Tick ......

Footsteps.

The footsteps of time.

The sound of passing.

The traces of time are far away, in which everything is walking by itself, but I don't know whether it should be understood as slow unnoticed, or whether it should be said that the scenery along the way is really so good, so that the people in it are so intoxicated, neither feel tired, but also do not perceive that those things that they care about very much, cherish are slowly passing.

And so it went.

Walking so lightly and so irresistibly.

But it cannot be said that the people who are in it, and the people who linger in it, do not notice it in the slightest, because there are many mouths that say, 'I am old.' ’

Today to tomorrow.

I don't feel old.

From this year to next year.

It's still like this.

What about a decade?

How can I go back to ten years ago, how can I still know how young I was ten years ago, I can't even remember what kind of face I was yesterday.

But ten years later, I'm old.

Everybody knows it, I know it.

Oh, I see, I'm old, but since ancient times, there have been lights that go dark, and sometimes those terrible changes are difficult to detect by themselves, because they come too quickly, as shown below.

"Hey~!"

Open your mouth and sneer, close your mouth and look cold, anyway, you look very proud.

The wind-blown sand world collapsed, and everything about it was condensed into a ray of light, and the ultimate bright point pierced through the body of the Holy Lord of Sound, and under that bright light, her body disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Could it be that even the scum has been smoothed out?

Is it really dead?

"Hey~!"

Isn't this the laughter of Xi Kaiming just to show that this is the case, the world of wind and sand is shattered, restored to the original world, and at the moment it is the wind blowing the snow, and the sky is full of wind and snow.

So sloppy.

It's so dark.

It's normal for the eyes not to see something, and it's reasonable for the eyes to be covered by the excitement of the cunning success, not to mention that the obliteration of a great sage like the Holy Lord of Sound seems to be able to record Shi Ce's great achievements for Xi Kaiming.

"Hmph~!"

After Xi Kaiming sneered, he snorted coldly in his mouth, and said with a very disdainful expression: "Things that don't have long eyes, you still want to fight with me, this is the end you deserve, I paid so much price to sign for the package that God gave me, you are really a big heart, you actually let me throw it away, you are really a big face." ”

"Whew~!"

Wind blows, frost and snow.

This blinding whiteness hides so much that it blinds the eyes of the great Allah, and Xi Kaiming only cares about laughing at this front of the eyes, but he really can't see behind him.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind.

The praying mantis thought that it had eaten the cicada, but it did not know that the cicada had been transformed into a fairy, climbed the branch, looked at you coldly, and watched you shake the rope and show off your might.

It's normal to not be able to see behind you, and there's a sadness called not being able to see even your own changes.

At this moment, Xi Kaiming, who was in the wind and snow, didn't even understand what kind of honor his face and body were, and he was proud of the wind and snow in front of him, laughing at Han Xian who was lying on the ground.

"Hehe~!"

chuckled lightly and said, "No one will come to save you this time, I'll take the road for you in the future, you can rest assured, hehe..... The glory ahead is not something you can imagine. ”

You say yours.

What you said, it is difficult to hear Han Xian lying motionless on the ground, so no one will refute it, so you can continue to say that this is exactly the case.

Xi Kaiming's expression was already cold.

The mouth is already open.

The first word has already been issued: "Good.... The ....."

"Whew~!"

Fengqi Valley, the wind and snow continue to last, in the wind and snow, his hair dances, he was about to speak, but after only two words were said in the wind, there was no sound.

Apathetic.

Surprised.

Frightened.

The look was glazed.

His gaze was fixed on the long strand of hair that fluttered in the wind on his forehead, and with each dance of that strand of hair, the frightened look in Xi's enlightened eyes intensified.

The strands of hair were white.

In the wind, this wisp of white is like a devil that clasps the stream's enlightened eyes.

Seeing this, the horror grew stronger and stronger.

And now I don't know if it's because the wind and snow are too big, or what the reason is, Xi Kaiming actually coughed enthusiastically: "Ahem~~," just like an old man, the sound of coughing shocked the bones of his whole body and trembled, and his body shook violently, as if he was about to fall apart.

"Poof~!"

It's really falling apart.

Xi Kaiming, whose body trembled violently, actually knelt directly on the ground, and with the shock of kneeling, his body finally recovered a little, and his hands pulled his hair in front of him.

White.

All I saw was silver old silk, I used to be black hair, black hair in the prime of life, how could it be like this now?

"Huhu~!"

Xi Kaiming grabbed his hair, and the sound of rapid breathing sounded from his mouth, and the sound was like a hoarse tear in his throat.

Seeing the whiteness of the hair, his eyes were full of distrust, and suddenly a flash of joy flashed on his face, and he whispered with some excitement: "Could this white be snow-dyed white?"

Snow-dyed hair?

'Heh~!'

Sneering Oh, is this possible?

Xi Kaiming's teeth were ruthless, and he hissed and roared: "How is it impossible, the wind and snow are so big, you can drown a human body in a moment, isn't it normal to dye one or two heads white?"

It seems like..... , brothers, do you think that such an analysis of the brook is enlightened?

"Hehe~!"

Anyway, Xi Kaiming, who was smiling at the moment, already agreed, and he smiled and trembled as his fingers began to rub his hair thinly.

What a result.

Knead back and forth.

Go back and rub it.

What color?

The pale withered, the fragile life, it will be broken when it is rubbed, in the rubbing of the brook enlightened, the pale is still a silver thread, this white is so fragile, it is actually broken, it is broken in the hands of the brook enlightened.

"Ah~!"

Angry, he raised his hand and threw the broken hair in the wind, as if he still didn't believe it, didn't believe that the pale hair was his own hair, and grabbed and pulled it on his head with both hands.

"Puff~!"

Crisp slice.

I felt distressed.

The grass was damaged, bald, and the hair that was originally dense was bald at the moment, but it didn't know it, because its eyes were staring at the eyes, looking at the hands full of Huasi.

Convinced?

The hair was raised in the wind, and the white hair in the open hand of the stream flew by one by one, and its eyes watched, watching, and the already frightened look was now on a new level.

Hiss asked: "How can this be~?.... Ahem...."

Coughed up red face, coughed up crushed throat.

It didn't know its own cough, only the horror in front of it.

The eyes are staring at the hands, after seeing the withering palms, turning over, looking at the folds on the back of the hands, the once round skin has sagged, where has it gone?

"Ahem~!"

Wave after wave of fear pushed the creek down on the sand, pressing it to the ground, making it cough in pain even for breath.

Still don't want to believe it?

You are old, and you are not ten years old all of a sudden, but you are directly old to the edge of the tomb of the general, and you have become an old man in the last years.

"Whew~!"

Fengqi Valley, this windy and snowy world is not a place for old people to stay, Xi Kaiming's kneeling body swayed left and right in the wind, as if it could fall to the ground at any time.

O Allah.

He is Allah, his life is still long, how can he age so much in the blink of an eye?

Old.

When he was old, he understood.

"Spare your life~~, please beg your lordship, spare your life~!"

Finally woke up, you finally still have a brain, just behind him, the Holy Lord of Yin walked out with a very calm expression, and said in a deep voice: "You offended me, I should have killed you, but I still have some use for reading you, temporarily cutting your life for a hundred years, I hope you will do it yourself." ”

Time accelerates.

Xi Kaiming thought that he had exterminated the Holy Lord of Sound, but he really didn't guard against it, he had already fallen into the way of the Holy Lord of Sound, and he had been robbed of time and his body was old.

"Hehe~!"

At this moment, the Holy Lord of Yin seemed to be in a slightly better mood, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said softly, "Little guy, I saved your life again." ”

Chart.

"Whew~!"

The eyes were like a dream, there were a lot of flying shadows, and I saw that my eyes were dim and my body was weak.

"Whew~!"

Flying Shadow continued, seeing the stream's enlightened serpentine sword piercing through the heart.

"Whew~!"

Lingering in front of him, his heart is intact, and what he sees is that his palm is pierced by the snake sword, will there be another one?

"Whew~!"

Xi lingered in front of him, and saw the shadow of the poisonous snake that was swaying, and saw a sword stabbing towards him, and instantly he understood its intentions, "It wants to penetrate its palm, and then it is penetrating its own heart," since it knows everything, then of course it can't let it succeed.

The palm of the hand quickly turned, and the fingers shook on the spine of the sword, and the serpentine sword really shook itself, and naturally he couldn't let go of the great opportunity, and the palm of the hand grabbed Xi Kaiming's wrist with a downward hand.

"Hey~!"

looked cold, snickered, and mocked: "It's you, you still want to kill me." ”

As he spoke, Han Xian actually forcibly reversed Xi's enlightened snake sword, grabbed its palm, and held the tip of the sword upside down towards its heart.

Hold it down.

"Hiss~!"

The hiss, like the spit of a snake, hissed, and like the unyielding resentment of Xi Kaiming, although the sword is still in its hand, the real controller is Han Xian, grabbing it, holding it upside down.

One inch.

The cold front centrifugal port is one inch in.

One inch.

Leng Feng's centrifugal mouth is advancing an inch, and at this inch, the tip of the sword has pierced the placket, will it stop, will Xi Kaiming fight back?

He fell to the ground, and Han Xian looked down with an absolute advantage.

His hand was bent, his bones were broken, the pain added to his body, and his strength was half broken, what else could it fight for, pierce his heart, would Han Xian show mercy?

What do you say?

"Hey~!"

The sneer was like the cold light of a fierce beast, and Han Xian was as ruthless as a beast.

"Poof!"

One inch.

The sword penetrated an inch, representing that the skin was pierced, the bones were pierced, and the heart was inserted into the sword blade to beat, and suddenly the fierceness on Han Xian's face was aggravating, and he was adding three points of strength in his hand, and the snake sword was sent into its own heart by Xi Kaiming's own hand.

"Pound~!"

The sound of a heartbeat, its heartbeat catching up with a faint sound.

"Heh~!"

chuckled and painted his face with joy, but it was as if he had been stolen of all his strength by this laughter, and the whole person collapsed on the ground and lay flat.

Won.

I killed.

This world, mine.

I'm back in my world again.

"Hehe~!"

Han Xian smiled, laughing at the little spots of light flying in the air, penetrating into himself, penetrating into the starry sky, the soul of Allah, supreme nourishment, how can you not laugh at this.

Lie down.

Laughing.

Han Xian really fell asleep.