Thin night, bleak darkness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The night was already dark, but the unique black arc of the yin bone did successfully capture everyone's heartstrings, and Shi Mo's face was stunned with unbelievable joy,

And Zhong Yuan's eyes were filled with resentment that he couldn't believe.

Obviously, Han Xian's brainlessness successfully tugged at their heartstrings, and even the battle in their hands slowed down a little, and after a short time, Shi Mo finally remembered that he had not laughed out loud with joy.

"Haha, Zhong Daoyou, if you don't retreat, I'm worried that this place will become a place to bury bones. Those smiling eyes pointed straight at Zhong Yuan's heart.

At this moment, Zhong Yuan's gloomy face has been unreservedly revealed.

If you retreat now, then you can't get everything in front of you, but if you continue to fight, if the yin bone is really lost, then you may be doomed, and your eyes flashed with a sense of struggle.

Looking at Han Xian with resentful eyes, Zhong Yuan must not have imagined that a humble ant had actually hollowed out his successful mansion, and the retreat in his heart had already germinated, but his eyes were still lingering on the glimmer of light in Guan Hanning's hand.

Although the light is faint, the light flows into the heart, that is, the tranquility of the heart, but also the nourishing desire.

Success can never replace the tenacity brought by pain, and Han Xian's pupils were completely lost again, completely blinded by a layer of green.

The walking corpse beast light was shocked again, like a wolf's eyes staring at the yin bones tightly, the teeth grinding gurgling, obviously Han Xian had tasted the taste of black bones, his hard beast instinct knew, and the burning pain of the palm imprint, instinct also knew.

Although the dry bones of the Yin Bone's skull were blasted away by Han Xian, the black flames wrapped in the bones were not extinguished under the Chu Yang Fist, and his gaze was still gloomy and cold.

Although the bones were broken, the head was still there, and the resentment in Han Xian's heart was still bitter, and his palms turned into claws, like a skull slapped away.

Shi Mo's eyebrows jumped, isn't this a self-cutting future, his surprise also made Zhong Yuan's joy come true, and excitement rushed to his cheeks, this was an opportunity for Han Xian to give it away.

If Han Xian's claws slapped not his head, but his heart, then the only bit of struggle he had left at this moment would be instantly extinguished, and he would turn around and run.

But now it's different, in Zhong Yuan's opinion, only a brainless person like Han Xian can create such blindness.

Crazy blurted out without taboo, and roared: "Shi Mo thieves are really rare, how can you not laugh at such a big gift, haha." ”

Although Zhong Yuan smiled, Shi Mo was sad.

But Han Xian was unmoved, because he didn't know, his hands and claws were also torn to his face, and he must have thought that the flames would be torn apart by himself, but Han Xian, who controlled the body with the distracting thoughts of the star soul, must not have thought that the flames were invisible, the roots were not extinguished, how could the seedlings be extinguished.

The diameter of the palm penetrated, and the face of the yin bone was still in flames.

If Han Xian's own soul controlled this body, he would definitely shout at himself: "Idiot." ”

But now this body is indeed the eyes of a wolf, and its teeth are biting at the fierce light, and he doesn't know Shi Mo's real worry, let alone Zhong Yuan's true joy.

Han Xian wanted to smash the palm of the Yin Bone, but the Yin Bone didn't want to penetrate Han Xian's body.

The dark scythe has been accumulating for a long time, and at this moment, this is Zhong Yuan's hope, a God-given opportunity, how can he not fight hard.

On top of the black blade, a layer of pale white frost emerged, and there was a gossamer arc flowing in it, and Han Xian's abdomen was in front of him, and this knife was a good opportunity to fall.

"Squeak~~~"

Joy and anger always change too quickly.

And now the most painful thing is, of course, Han Xian, the sickle is fiercely inserted into the lower abdomen, and the hideous phaseless armor is like paper paste and shattered into powder, and even the beast shadow floating on Han Xian's body is dim with this pain.

But it was impossible to let Han Xian die with these things, but the smile on Zhong Yuan's face did not fade away, and the flames in the chest of the Yin Bone burst into jubilation, and the originally dark scythe immediately burned.

You must know that he was inserted into Han Xian's body.

The flame was not hot, but cold, and the scythe was thickly covered with a layer of black ice around the skin, and the cold fire burned on it, and the trace of the enduring arc of electricity was like the wind that fueled the fire, magnifying every pain by ten.

This must be very painful, the distracting thoughts of the star soul of the pain are dimmed, maybe Han Xian will crave this pain, the original green wolf-like pupils retreated in an instant, and the clear black reoccupied his beloved with a trace of pain.

For Han Xian's pain, the Yin Bone should know the most appropriately, which is why the face composed of flames will laugh so rampantly, as if he has stood on Han Xian's body and bones and looked proudly at the sky.

In fact, Han Xian should be grateful to the rampant yin bone in front of him, if it weren't for him, he didn't know how long he would have been lost, how could such a favor not be repaid with fists.

The green glow on the fist can make the yin bone know that his laughter is too early.

"Bang~~"

And when he understood, Han Xian's pain at this time tried his bones with his own body, and he smashed a punch on his chest, but there was still a pity, if Han Xian was not blinded by pain, this punch should have landed better in his heart, because he used to be a walking corpse and thought that his fist opened the way to success.

"Woo~"

How many people are sad about this roar, and how many people are happy?

Han Xian's soul villain's face was full of pain, and he was still in a green world full of fear, although he brought infinite power to himself, but his heart was completely afraid of this power.

A green light appeared on his fist again, and Han Xian's mind was of course to use his fist to wipe out the green in his soul's eyes.

When the fist flashed, Zhong Yuan's heart was already pounding, and the sadness of the yin bone was completely in his eyes, and it was impossible for him to ask for luck again and again to make Han Xian's fist close his heart.

There was a flash of retreat in his eyes, and the yin bone had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Huh" Han Xian smashed his fist into the air, the yin bone moved out of thin air, turned around and fled immediately like a greyhound, but the black sickle was still inserted into Han Xian's body, and the cord immediately collapsed.

With the collapsed yin bones, he only cares about rushing for his life, how do he know that in fact, the opportunity for victory is still in his hands, Han Xian is not brainless, but that Zhong Yuan is indeed really blind.

The pain in Qingming's eyes has long been incomprehensible, but the pain of the sickle grinding the flesh is still forcibly plugged, and the feet instinctively follow the yin bone.

Han Xian's face is full of gloom, it can be said that he is now like a dog, being led by others with a rope, of course, he can try his strong vitality.

With strong perseverance, firmly fixed his feet on the ground, the yin bone has long been blind, and he will not dare to stay, but he will not let go of the thin rope in his hand, the sickle will definitely cut the abdominal cavity and come out, maybe he will be surprised to look back and find that inadvertently, he actually won a few tentacle victories.

Han Xian hated such a dog form, and even tried to stand still, but his brain was very clear that he did not lose his tenacious perseverance, but he knew even more that he could not have this vitality, the sickle was pulled out of the body, and half of his body could be shattered again, such a way of death was too humiliating.

As a loser, it was impossible for Zhong Yuan to laugh, and although Shi Mo was the nominal winner, the smile did not occupy his cheeks.

Because Shi Mo knew Han Xian's pain, but the dog-like appearance of the yin bone did not let joy flash in Zhong Yuan's mind, because they had already nailed the brainless to Han Xian's body.

On top of Zhong Yuan's face, that crippled dog could turn into a mad dog at any time.

Perhaps only the enemy really understands Han Xian, and since the scythe can't be taken down, then the other end of the rope is in his own hands.

The pale face was full of cruelty, and his feet accelerated angrily, although his eyes were clear, but the wolf-like coldness occupied everything, at this time, Han Xian was like a crazy prey after being injured, completely disregarding the crazy pursuit of hunters.

Han Xian's ruthlessness frantically chased after the hatred of the yin bone.

Zhong Yuan, who was directly connected to the Yin Bone, should know his fear, and now he couldn't see the light in Guan Hanning's hand in his eyes, and he knew very well in his heart that if the Yin Bone was lost, he deserved the thunder fire.

Zhong Yuan's changing face, Shi Mo had long known it, and a sneer appeared on his face, if he wanted to leave, it was impossible. The sword in his hand was even more violently blocking Zhong Yuan's retreat, perhaps at this time, his heart was to put aside the things in Guan Hanning's hand, because his eyes had already found a more fervent hope.

If it can be done, the gift of the heart of heaven will surely overshadow everything.

Of course, the crazy yin bone behind him knew it thoroughly, Han Xian's breathing seemed to be ringing in his ears, tormenting his soul again and again, after all, this skeleton was born with a cripple, how could he run without legs than Han Xian who was running with his feet, and there were things that he was precious, but compared to his own life.

He who forsakes it will forsake it.

The pain in his abdomen was relieved a little, but Han Xian's feet did not stop, because he had never seen a wild beast that went berserk and gave up the pursuit because the hunter was not shooting.

Yin Bone's abandonment of the scythe's thin rope will only prove the true fear in his heart, prove that Zhong Yuan has truly and completely lost the courage to fight, and it will further relieve Han Xian's worries, and also nourish Han Xian's belief in killing Yin Gu in his heart more and more.

The scythe was still left in his abdomen, because Han Xian needed the pain that tormented his heart, and even more so he needed the courage to arouse the hatred in his heart to prompt his feet to pursue the Yin Bone.

The young man of Yunshan once again proudly swayed in his chest, although he did not have a bow and arrow at this moment, he had become a real hunter, and the yin bone was what he was hunting.

And such a close follow-up is waiting for a very certain certainty.

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