Han Xian's eyes and feet jumped wildly, and he shouted in his heart: "Come back." The roar of the pen %fun %www.biquge.info must be suspicious, and what I want to say must be: "Is it still fake?"

What's the use of doubting, knowing that it's the price of life.

His eyes were firmly locked on the yellow flower, and his body bounced up in mid-air, in order to fall back, but whether it was in the air or back down to the ground, Han Xian had nowhere to hide, because this body was firmly trapped in it by the whirlwind.

In fact, Han Xian's suspicion is just a struggle for life, maybe the former Hanaba Han Xian can suspect that it is bluffing, but can this piece also think so?

Han Xian naively thinks that the flower charm is just to scare himself?

I must still want to struggle, my eyes moved away from the flowers and leaves, and fell on the face of the flower charm, and a trace of disappointment appeared on Han Xian's face, that cruel face would definitely not be fake.

What made Han Xian even more sure was that Hua Mei's gaze did not fall on him, but stared at the leisurely flowers and leaves with reluctance.

If you suspect that it is fake, you must be laughing at your own life.

His eyes froze, and then fell on the flowers and leaves, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "If you want to up, then you have to ask me if the spear in my hand is willing." ”

The spear moved forward slightly, Han Xian's intention was already very obvious, the idea was to sweep the deadly flower and leaf out of his body, even if it was powerful, then he would only be injured at most.

There is hope when there is life.

Hua Mei with a fancy and hideous face is not a fool, Han Xian's actions can be separated from his eyes, a trace of ridicule appeared on his cold face, his hand shook slightly, and the trajectory of the leisurely flowers and leaves also became incomprehensible.

The originally flickering and confident look on Han Xian's face was completely lost with the leisurely flowers and leaves, and his eyes glanced at the flower charm again, and what fell into his eyes was indeed a face that was so disgusted that he vomited.

But now that Han Xian wants to vomit, he has to die.

The leisurely flowers and leaves, Han Xian understood the intention of the flower charm, and the unpredictable trajectory must have been very afraid that Han Xian would suddenly explode and detonate the flowers and leaves in advance.

It's no wonder that Hua Mei would be so careful, because in his eyes, Han Xian was no different from a demon.

Finally, the panic that was diluted by the ruthless experience still appeared in the eyes, but although the eyes were wild, they still knew the thoughts of the flower charm in the bottom of their hearts, and the leisurely petals did not float to the body of the Han Xian at all, and it was completely the soles of the feet of the Han Xian, and it should be said that the ground that the Han Xian was about to step on was gone.

Hua Mei was really thoughtful, she really killed Han Xian, and even the pit where the bones were buried was ready, but I don't know if Han Xian's body would still have a complete shape after being blown up.

"Bang, pound!"

The impact of the heartbeat had been forgotten by Han Xian, and there was only that petal in his eyes and heart, and at this time it fell to the ground, so softly, Han Xian's eyes glared fiercely, why hadn't they exploded yet.

Hua Mei's face is full of pride, you haven't landed yet, what's the fun of frying soil?

Of course, Han Xian didn't know what the enemy was thinking, and Han Xian would not be naïve enough to think that the flower was another false alarm.

Everything will be very fast, and Han Xian's feet will soon step on the petals.

His eyes were very cold, and he was even more unwilling, the Dao power of his whole body was shaking, and his body actually floated up slightly, but the smile still did not climb up Han Xian's cheeks, because floating out of thin air had no meaning to his life, at most he was tortured.

But the unsuccessful change really surprised Hua Mei, and almost didn't scare him out of the whirlwind, but fortunately, it was just a false alarm. Feel a little at ease, as long as you solve him, then you can pull out your hand and wipe out those few ascendants with others, and look at the center, and a point of loss emerges.

Is it really going to be gone?

That piece of flower actually saved the steps of the green flame, but Han Xian didn't feel happy at all, because what was the use of caring about those when he died.

Dao power, the star map is still trembling, but he can't stop Han Xian's figure, he is really unwilling, the wrong choice, Han Xian doesn't want to agree.

The whole body was struggling, and the same was true of the star map, Han Xian was careless, and when did he really care about the starlight behind the star map.

Even at this time, it was still like this, a glimmer of light that could not be perceived by the naked eye overflowed from it and fell into the trembling star map, but his doping was as if nothing had happened.

wanted Han Xian to close his eyes and die, obviously he couldn't do it now, his right hand had long been detached from the spear, and his arm was once again dotted with light.

Although he knew in his heart that this was not of much use, Han Xian knew that he had at least fought.

This is at least hope, the desperate point of life, how could Dao power be stingy, like a frenzy rushing towards the arm, and that glimmer of starlight is also in it.

A hot-blooded person must be violent when he dies, and the momentum on his fist arm shocked the flower charm in the whirlwind, but the sneering face did not change, and he was just dying.

Although he sneered on his face, he was very uneasy in his heart.

The brilliant light on the ground covered all the colors, and it also shone through Han Xian's cheeks, and filled his eyes, Han Xian definitely wanted to squeeze some Dao power, but if he hesitated, then this 'Chu Yang' fist could only be smashed in the face of the king of Hades.

Although it was in a hurry, it was a near-death fight, and several fists on his arm were punched in the bright yellow light, and the fist was completely painted red, Han Xian's eyes must not be able to find it, because he had been blinded by the light of the flower, and a trace of star line appeared on the back of the fist.

"Drink, ahh

Han Xian's shouting was loud, and it was slight and inaudible to the noise of the magnificent petals.

But fortunately, Han Xian successfully completed the struggle, and his body was small compared to the irritable Hua Guang, like the flame of swallowing the sky, completely engulfing Han Xian.

The restless wind still did not stop, and after the light of the flowers, a cloud of faint black smoke deeply obscured the eyes of the flower charm, and the eagerness in those eyes was very obvious at this time.

Although he can use the wind to sweep away the smoke and dust, the charm that is naturally distorted in his heart is indeed waiting for the smoke to dissipate, and the result is still the joy in front of him.

The smoke dispersed minute by minute, and there were no human figures in the blur, only the center of the whirlwind, a huge pit.

A smile floated up his cheeks a little bit, at this time Hua Mei's mood was very good, and he worked hard, but in the end he gave up half his life to solve him, that piece of flower is not easy for Hua Mei to conceive, and it is really a pity for him to kill Han Xian, but it is a pity that it has become a thing of the past.

The original fierce wind faded away little by little, and Hua Mei's figure was indeed a little condensed, but he thought that Han Xian was dead, so there was no need to hide.

At the bottom of the giant pit, Han Xian had waited too long for a moment.

For his own life, Han Xian wanted to thank him most not for himself, but for the sky above his head, because in his opinion, it must not be his own ability, but the blessing of heaven, or the favor of the sky in Yunshan.

I don't know my own strength, but I still appreciate those things that I can't reach, it's ridiculous.

However, at this time, Han Xianke had no intention of laughing, and buried his body deep in the soil to discover the movement of the wind, how could he miss such an opportunity.

"Teng!"

At this time, Han Xian is already desperate, if he can't break the charm, then death will also be inevitable, for some reason, although the spear is tightly held in his hand, but Han Xian, who broke the soil, still has the fist as the last hope, and it is still 'Chuyang'.

The fist is intentional, the body is tangible, at this moment, Han Xian can't help but use the fist to exert the 'first yang', and that body is not a part of the first yang, it has already jumped out of the sea of fog and mountains, and the blood on his body is dripping one after another, and it is even more by virtue of the fierceness of Tianyang.

The early sun that rushed out of the valley bottom, with his own light, stunned the flower charm, and the face was making an eternal freeze, and he wanted to cry even more when he smiled.

At this time, the early sun had been hidden for too long, or Han Xian was too anxious, and he was really scared that his fist would smash into the whirlwind like a cold front, so everything was very fast.

Han Xian's worries were not wrong, the wind that was about to stagnate became crazy and restless again, and the figure of the flower charm was slowly fading, and it undoubtedly wanted to struggle.

However, it is a soulless thing, so how can the heavens favor it?

The momentum of Han Xian's fist came straight to Hua Mei's face, and it was impossible to run, all it could do was to widen its eyes and watch the fist smashed on its face.

"Boom!"

A figure flew straight out of the whirlwind, cutting through the sky, and when the figure was knocked away by Han Xian, the originally restless wind also collapsed.

Han Xian exhaled lightly, and his feet were also on the ground, only this time the landing was easy, and his eyes at this time were as eager as the flower charm he had been, thinking about that body and being beaten by himself.

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