Han Xian raised his eyebrows, this person was really a 'coward,' and the slowly retreating figure couldn't think of any other explanation except running. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at this moment, Han Xian was bursting with confidence, a pair of eyes were looking for people everywhere who were angry, there could be no one in this ghost place, so he could only find these souls, and didn't the man with the bow happen to come to the door by himself?

What's more, he also plotted to shoot himself.

If you don't report an arrow, that's a real villain, in Han Xian's opinion, such a poor man should chase after him, otherwise he won't have a long memory, and he shouted in a low voice: "The cowardly thief is gone~~~." ”

Of course, the man with the bow ignored Han Xian's words, still with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and slowly disappeared into the black mist.

All this fell in Han Xian's eyes, which could only prove that he was really cowardly and incompetent, and when his eyes turned, he praised it even more in his heart: "God help me." ”

Is it deliberately arranged, or is it a coincidence in fate, the direction of the bow-wielding man's retreat is the north that the demon and the red line are thinking about, since he is so hesitant and will only let the opportunity pass.

"Hmph, look where you're going. ”

Kicking his feet to the ground fiercely, his body is like an arrow off the string, shooting away.

Han Xian must be very satisfied with this speed, and he is more and more satisfied with his brazen sister in his heart, and the trace of astonishment on the face of the man with the bow fell in Han Xian's eyes, which further fueled the joy in his heart.

The man with the bow originally only thought that Han Xian's strength was strong, but now the speed of his explosion was already jaw-dropping.

This must not be what he should have in his current state.

Although the man with the bow was shocked by Han Xian's ability to burst out, his confidence in himself was not half true, and with a cold snort in his mouth, the longbow hung on his body, and he raised the knife in his hand.

"Hmph, that's right. This man's struggles coincide with Han Xian's thoughts.

Han Xian's eyes did not have half a look of contempt, although he laughed at the man as a coward, but he knew in his heart that the man's eyes were too calm, and to have such a calm person was definitely a person who had experienced a hundred battles, and contempt was definitely digging a grave for himself.

But at this time, there was indeed a trace of deceit in the man's eyes, and his heart was even more indifferent, and he said gloomily: "Originally, I just wanted to complete the task simply, hehe, all this is your own fault, and Gong Rong will play with you." ”

A trace of doubt appeared on Han Xian's face, "What is this white-faced kid talking about?

These Han Xian tried to guess it first, but now this brain can't keep up at all, and now he has no time to take care of those, Gong Rong actually came towards him.

was slightly shocked on his face, and now Han Xian couldn't remember the word 'timid'.

"It's good to come, I'm afraid you won't make it. ”

His eyes were already slightly red, and the blood and qi in his whole body were surging feverishly again, and the Dao power was even more attracted by the starlight, converging towards the fist, and with all his strength, Han Xian's heart must have wanted to defeat the enemy with one move, and he wanted to know how powerful the power of the red line gift was.

But Han Xian's all-out efforts were not exchanged for Gong Rong's serious response.

There was still a mocking sneer on his face, and although his body was in the air, his eyes were indeed erratic, obviously not taking Han Xian in his eyes at all.

For Gong Rong's arrogance, of course Han Xian saw it in his eyes, this would undoubtedly only be based on the ruthlessness of Han Xian's fist, and a trace of madness floated in his blood-red eyes.

This feeling must be amazing, as if what he controls is not Dao power, but actually flesh and blood.

At this time, Gong Rong slaughtered in front of him with a knife, and any doubts were pressed in his heart, Han Xian's fist was stained with a layer of reddish under the smear of blood, and he whispered in his mouth: "Chu Yang." ”

At this time, Chu Yang should be called the blood wheel, Gong Rong's handsome and pale face was the target of Han Xian's bombardment, and any ridicule was disgusting, and all this fell in Han Xian's eyes, and it was even more hateful.

If such a pair of bloody fists appeared in the eyes of ordinary people, they should feel panicked, but Gong Rong's eyes were indeed full of madness, and there was no doubt that in the endless years of struggle, that heart had already been occupied by madness.

It is very difficult for them to want to die, and it is indeed too simple to live, but people have to face, and ghosts have to have skin, if they are bombarded to death by Han Xian, it will be really a shame.

The indifferent face opened his mouth slightly and spit softly: "Remember it, kid, kill it." ”

As soon as the words fell, a cold light suddenly lit up, and Han Xian's eyes were even more pale, and he couldn't see, but Han Xian's solemn face was not half flustered, and there was a sneer in his mouth: "Hmph, Kui Mei Fei." ”

"Hiss, hiss~~"

There were two soft sounds in a row, the knife in Gong Rong's hand moved strangely, and the two knife lights hit Han Xian's lower abdomen, and the placket of the covering body was smashed in an instant, but Han Xian didn't care about it, although his eyes were pale, but his fist was indeed not blind, the trajectory was not biased, and the fist was already locked on Gong Rong's face.

Gong Rong's sneer was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, and when his figure was about to fly away, it was indeed a deep shock, and panic immediately appeared on his face, and soon Gong Rong's pale face was drowned under Han Xian's blood and early sun.

"Boom~~"

The arrogant cracking sound was earth-shattering, after all, there was too much pride engraved in it, and Han Xian's 'Blood First Sun' completely smashed on Gong Rong's face.

Gong Rong must have been incredulous and unwilling, why was his confident 'split-kill' knife technique slower than his fist, and what made him feel even more disgusting was why his fist could lock his body?

Even if Gong Rong had so many doubts in his heart, it couldn't stop the momentum of his body smashing into the ground.

"Bang~~"

Gong Rong's division and killing was not useless, and he couldn't help tearing Han Xian's clothes, and even carved two faint blood marks on his abdomen.

But these are not worth mentioning compared to Gong Rong's broken nose bridge and face loss.

And Han Xian fell to the ground with a floating body, and the madness that permeated his eyes did not have any traces of dissipation because of the preliminary performance of the fist, but the blood and qi were more dignified.

There was no doubt that the eyes staring at the black mist were waiting, because Han Xian decided that such a cold and arrogant guy had completely lost his combat effectiveness without his own punch.

But......

The suspicious look on Han Xian's face had spread slightly, as if he had waited too long, his eyes were shining, and his arms danced up and down.

Dao power urges the yin wind, sweeping away the thick mist.

Resentment immediately spread on Han Xian's face, and there was still the shadow of Gong Rong on the ground, he would never have imagined that this guy would just run away with his tail between his legs.

But that's exactly what happened.

The crazy color in his eyes receded minute by minute, and a smile spread on his face, Han Xian himself must not have thought that it would be so simple, just one punch knocked Gong Rong to the ground.

"Hmph, it's a coward. ”

Han Xian snorted coldly, and a pair of eyes swept into the black mist, obviously there was nowhere to put this battle intent, but this ghost also learned to be smart, how could he have no brains to find a fight.

"Don't delay, let's go" A cold voice sounded softly in his ears.

Han Xian's face was shocked, he smiled when he established it, and hurriedly said: "Sister, is this what you said will not be treated badly, can this power always exist?"

Undoubtedly, since it has been obtained, it is very painful to lose it, so of course Han Xian cares about this very much, but other people's things are destined not to be his own.

Red Line's indifferent voice sounded in his ears again, and he said: "Cultivation is all for yourself, there is no shortcut to take, and the power is just for you to better help me find him." ”

Han Xian should have been prepared for such an answer a long time ago, but when the real words came to his ears, a sadness also came as scheduled, and he replied softly: "Oh~~"

"Hmph, you don't have to be too sad, I won't treat you badly. "I must be afraid that Han Xian will completely lose confidence, and the red line will forcibly comfort him.

But if such words fell on Han Xian's ears, it couldn't raise half of the motivation.

Of course he didn't need it, he shook his head slightly, his eyes had already pointed the direction of the road, and he said softly: "Who, who, who I'm here." ”

Specifically, Han Xian knows, the demon also knows, and the red line also knows, and they must be able to think of what they want.

But there are always things hidden in the shadows that want to know other people's secrets.

There is no doubt that they are the real cowards, above the high branches of the dense forest, with two pairs of eyes staring at Han Xian's every move, they are also pale, this place only has a soul except for ghosts.

"Your Majesty, if I don't go out now and get the 'Imperial Seal' back. A sharp-mouthed servant bowed down to a rather heroic middle-aged man.

But it was obvious that this was not on his mind, and those eyes still fell on Han Xian's back, but like his servants, greed was the only color in his eyes.

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