I can't imagine that the big families in the world are so willing.

Tu Qing to curvaceous, graceful to Qianlie, Qianlie to Chengyi, they are the sons of a family, the princesses of a country, but they are the pride of the sky and they appear here so abnormally.

They had armor with them by their side.

But there was not even an elder with them.

Don't you worry?

Aren't the major families afraid, in case the Yingdu City is broken, the demon clan will not give people face, it can't take care of the prince and the princess, one by one, the princess is the same as the commoners, and the same digestion.

But here it is.

They're all here.

"Hehe~!"

Laughing, Han Xian smiled, his face was happy, and he didn't make any conjectures in his heart, why should I think about it, is it true that they are coming, their arrival is tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow, why do I still think that those people are sinister.

"Come on~!"

He raised his arms and shouted, "Come on, there should be wine at this moment!"

Wine~?

This is a place of blood, you have as much blood as you want here, but if you want to ask if there is wine here, Yu Ce is embarrassed, they have the things they use to kill the enemy in war, but they forget about the nerve-paralyzing things they drink in their mouths.

Think about it then.

Han Xian and Guan Hanning reunited and drank only water.

The sweet spring that is regarded as wine is still the girl's mind, and Rong Ruo's back.

So now, is there wine?

He yelled so loudly that he almost became cold, and Yu Ce was embarrassed one by one, and there was no doubt that their expressions were saying: "The general can't do it, I forgot to bring it." ’

Glaring, embarrassed.

"Hehe~!"

The smile is a red smile, the graceful pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes fell on her face, and said with a smile: "General Han Xian, I have heart-piercing wine here, I don't know if the general dares to drink it." ”

Heartbreaking?

And this mystery, it must be good wine.

It's hard to grab a straw, how can I be afraid, I laughed on my face, and said in a loud voice: "Come, come, bring it quickly, everyone dares to break their hearts and lungs with me." ”

"Haha~!"

Burst into laughter.

Suddenly the wind blew the wine and was sweet.

The demon clan is eyeing the tiger in front, and people completely ignore it, and drink it to stimulate the sweetness.

"Haha~!"

Swallowing it in his throat, Han Xian laughed: "Good wine, good wine, piercing heart and lungs, this is a good name, this is good wine." ”

How can it be bad, how can it not be exaggerated, it is like a fire in the throat, the abdomen is hot, and the heart is slightly cold, this is a good wine with the best taste.

But the preciousness of this wine also lies in the fact that it warms the silent star map, it makes the haggard leaves glorious again, and makes their numb and tired nerves thaw in the spring breeze and rain.

"Good wine. ”

Is it only Han Xian who boasts, but he is the only one who drinks and swallows his head like himself, and those princesses are all careful to taste and have an endless aftertaste.

Their ecstatic and intoxicated expressions made the wine truly good.

Praise is praise that comes from intention.

He smiled and swept his eyes from the curvaceous face, and finally said to himself: "Everyone in the world says that Curvaceous is a femme fatale," said Cheng Yi smiled, nodded, and said: "I think the same way, but she is also the most careful person in the world, Brother Han, this is a hundred flowers, every drop is precious, the bowl you just drank, I don't know how many years of collection and precipitation." ”

Potpourri.

Isn't it heartbreaking?

"Hehe~!"

I laughed to myself, I laughed a little silly, and I glared at me and said, 'How long is it going to take?'

"Haha~!"

Seeing this, Qianlie smiled and said, "These stupid things are all in the minds of the girl's family, of course we big men can't guess it." ”

Thinking?

What is the girl's mind, careful, careful, careful.

What is the boy's mind, careless, careless, or careless.

Talking and laughing, it seems to have become a place for young people to talk and laugh.

"Haha~!"

The careless man laughed loudly, the careful woman pursed her lips and chuckled, in the fierce wind, the demon wind was blowing, they seemed to be also affected by the smell of tormenting their hearts, the demon clan was about to move, they seemed to be coming up again.

The wind is like a song, the wind is urgent, and the wind is really strong.

"Roar~!"

The demon roared, and the wind was blowing on the hillside.

Han roared first, and roared to himself: "Kill~!"

The force is there, the knife is lifted to kill, the foot is steadily raised forward, the demon knife in his hand is bloody and chaotic, the head that crossed the line before the body is cut, the footsteps are settled, and the head is broken.

Take a step forward.

Han Xian is not the only one who kills, Shen Qianlie on his side, the long sword in his hand is like an autumn water cold pool, clear and cold without a trace of dirt, even if it is pierced through the heart, when it is withdrawn from the chest, this sword is still not stained with the same color of the autumn water cold pool, he is killing, he killed the demon in front of him, he also took a steady step forward.

In the forward.

Lingering, unarmed, fragrant wind between gestures, graceful smell, smoked demon in front of the demon drunk, broken face, carrion and slag, do not provoke a thing, graceful step on filth, walk over and clean soles.

In the forward.

"Kill~!"

Tu Qing roared in his mouth to kill, showing his hand to hold an inch, like a ghost, doing a breeze, wrapped around his throat, and releasing the weakest place with a cold kiss, the blood flowed for a long time, his body was close to the ground, he died, stepping on its corpse, the woman did not let her eyebrows, and Tu Qing also took a step forward.

In the forward.

A pair of hands, smart hands.

This is Chengyi's hand, his palm is so beautiful, his palm is better than many girls' homes, the white five fingers are portrayed smartly, into a five-finger charm, I don't know what kind of heaven and earth magic he has ingested from between heaven and earth to achieve what kind of rune magic, in front of him is a huge demon, but after the blink of an eye, there is only purified air, nothingness, and even the residue is not left.

That's it.

He took a step forward, so clean behind him.

"Kill~!"

Han first kills a step, Qianlie kills a step, Graceful kills a step, Tu Qing kills a step, Chengyi kills a step, forcing the demon to retreat, there are heroes and heroes, and the demon is not as good as people.

"Kill~!"

Yu Ce danced the spear cold, a little cold star flew like a dragon, from the chest, from any place where the gun could be dropped, forced the demon to retreat, the person was further following one step, the iron-faced cold man followed closely, followed Yu Ce further with the knife in his hand, killed one step, forced the demon to retreat.

"Whew'~~. ”

The wind is fierce, the wind is blowing, the wind is howling to make a song, and the blood is dancing.

Enchanting.

Sing a song, dance a neon dress.

This wind is the color of joy, because it carries the color of excitement on the face of the person, and he laughs and floats in the face of the bloody wind, can he not be happy about it?

We forced the demon to retreat, and we stood firm.

At last, there were only human figures on the summit of this hillside made of mixed flesh and blood, and as for the demons, either they died and lay at their feet and became bricks, or they retreated down the hillside with their tails between their legs.

They retreated.

They seemed to be frightened, and they all retreated down the hillside.

Did we win?

"Hehe~!"

Zhang Zhang smiled, smiled at the gloomy face on the face of the demon clan, and laughed happily, we have defended here, we seem to have won.

However, however, reincarnation is always like this.

'Hehe~!'

The Grim Reaper didn't call it a day, the express train to the Hell Yama Temple was full, and its whistle was blazing, urging.

"Roar~~!!"

Hoarse, just under the hillside under him, those retreating demon clan armies all hissed on their backs, why is this?

For the courage to die in the first place?

To drink the fear in your heart?

"Whew~!"

The wind blew the flowing colors, just in the thick of the wind and fog, the rear of the demon clan suddenly saw a different color flowing, and after the blink of an eye, the demon clan army separated from the two sides.

"The auspicious god Fengtai, led the order of the young emperor, and led the kings of the eight kingdoms to come and break the city. ”

What the hell?

The voice is in the distance, and after blinking, he speaks with a face that explains to himself and others, can it be said that he is a person?

The body floating in the air didn't have a trace of the demon clan.

A body in the sky, happy colors, smiling, this is any pair of eyes can find excited cheeks on its face, it smiles and is happy to see the blood mist is so happy.

Smiley.

Absolutely soft smile.

It smiled and said to itself and the others: "Kill them all, leave the strongest one, the young emperor can't come in vain, he will kill him personally." ”

Which is the strongest?

Han Xian?

The guy who prides himself on being auspicious has no special instructions, it is too easy to distinguish this, just kill, kill to the end, and the last existence that can still stand and breathe is left to his young emperor master.

The Heavenly King of the Eight Kingdoms, in the blink of an eye, all kinds of colors and ghosts gathered under the hillside.

The eight countries of the demon clan, Huanguo, Disgusted with Fire, Jiaoshi, Baimin, Nie Er, Chenghuang, Dog Seal, Rouli, have different forms of respect, they are like ghosts.

"Whew~!"

Down the hillside, the ghost's body floats.

Huanguo's ghost body floated, and suddenly a strange breath rushed to his heart, hot and dry.

The irresistible heat, the hateful and terrible thing is that this heat is so good, it makes people's eyes red, bewitching excitement, as if the heart is about to move.

"Hmph~!"

He breathed heavily, and his voice was cold.

Graceful exhaled, her eyes picked up the King of Huan Kingdom, who was getting higher and higher, and roared: "You dare to play poison in front of your aunt and grandmother, and it is the kind of inferior three, it is really hateful." ”

The roar stopped.

The irritability in his heart was relieved, and suddenly many men blushed, and they were covered by blood on their faces, otherwise they would be embarrassed.

"Whew~!"

The sound of the wind, the blood-colored wind blowing the fire, the fire-weary king, it breathed fire at its mouth, burned up, Chengyi's face was cold, his five fingers moved, and he wrote wind and rain runes to contend with the fire-weary king.

But the ginger is still old and spicy.

Fire burns water, water becomes air, no matter how hard Chengyi tries, fire forces people to take a step back.

People retreat, demons advance.

Arrival, is it so fast and fast to arrive, in the blink of an eye, the fluttering ghost with a wandering ghost pounced up, and Tu Qing immediately raised his knife and moved forward.

Stab the chest, stab the air.

Chop the throat, cut the air.

Broken chest, in the air.

"Whew~!"

Forced to be helpless, people are taking a step back, it is so difficult to move forward, but retreat is indeed so easy, one step after another, so is there a next step?

"Whew~!"

The wind blew the cold, the white people blew the cold, and the thousand spirits fought with their swords, wanting to be the burning stars and thousands of spirits, but in the wind and cold, the stars extinguished the fire, and people were forced to take a step back.

Is there an end?

Behind him is the abyss, and those who take a step back follow closely behind a step back, and there is not much left, and it is only a matter of time before they fall into the abyss.

Stop, then.

"Buzz~!"

What was that?

Hanging the heart, hammering the heart, the sledgehammer chiseling the heart, in the disorder, in the last resort, the person retreated, there was no way back, and there were only three or two steps left behind him.

It's pathetic.

It is writing about the pity of the people who pretend to be dead in the corners of the city, and it is also describing the pity of retreating step by step for themselves and others, and seeing the hope of winning, but who would have thought that it would be defeated so quickly.

Gale Song.

I can't imagine that it will be so fickle, and it will turn against the enemy like this.

The land is lost, and the people are cold.