Han Xian smiled, why did he be stupid for so long. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Why did I forget the glory of the past, and I was still confused for so long, if I remembered it earlier, then I might be able to save a lot of people.

Han Xian's wishful thinking was disdainful, and now he has finally found the direction to write glory.

The spear crossed the horse, and he held the longbow after a long absence, and his hand stroked the bowstring, as if sensing the sound of an arrow breaking through the air. The smile in his eyes was too obvious.

I can't remember how long I haven't pulled this partner, and the figure chasing in the mountains has appeared in front of me again, although it has been a long time since I have been away, but today I have to rely on the old man to gain pride.

This will still be imagined, it has to prove how young this young man is, this place is changing every second, and Han Xian's existence would have been said goodbye to the sun long ago if it wasn't for the fact that he was in the center of the safest big array for the time being.

And now he needs the sun to tell him what position he is in right now.

The sun, hidden in the deep clouds, couldn't help but be lonely, poked his face out slightly, and observed the flesh and blood below, maybe the first person to rush into his eyes would disappoint him.

Han Xian noticed the dim light in front of him, his head was slightly raised, and a ray of sunlight broke through the thick clouds and shone directly on Han Xian's face, the sun felt extremely disappointed at this existence at first sight, or it could be joy, just like a shy young lady, she hurriedly glanced at it and hid it in the deep clouds.

That little bit of light was enough to wake up this sleeping person, Han Xian's face was slightly feverish, and he cursed secretly in his heart, fortunately, he had a face armor, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

Han Xian thought too much about it again, what did he think others were doing, it was a war, someone was leaving in a hurry at any time, did he think that everyone was as leisurely distracted as him?

Han Xian will not remember to thank the sun for the reminder, because the blood has climbed to a new height with joy.

With a slam of his arms, the longbow was raised with a shake of his left hand, and his right hand poked into the quiver, pulled out a sharp arrow and put it on it, and his heart suddenly felt beautiful, still as skillful as ever, but soon the original smug expression instantly froze, how could this be.

Han Xian's right hand was violently forced, but the bow did not bend as he thought, but did not move at all, how could Han Xian give in so easily, and shouted in a low voice: "Open it for me." ”

Bow smiled.

The strings laughed too.

Han Xian's old face was flushed, and he had to thank Wuxiang for his thoughtfulness again, fortunately he had this armor, otherwise his old face would have been really lost, and he didn't know which Wuxiang existence couldn't even pull an ordinary bow, and everyone was busy working hard at this time, otherwise he would have rushed up and slapped his face.

But Han Xian's heart was even more uncomfortable than a slap in the face, what's the matter, he tried to make a face again, but he teased Han Xian again.

This eye is the real godlessness, after the blood is overjoyed, they are almost disappointed and cold, and the spear across the waist is almost forgotten by Han Xian.

I shouted over and over again in my heart why, why, but I didn't know why if I wanted to break my head.

The sound of the wind wrapped in flesh and blood came softly, hey, big brother, I finally know why you said last time, Wuxiang has no bow suitable for me, but this time you also picked it, you can also pick a suitable one for me, the hand was numb in unwillingness, and all the pain was told over and over again in my heart.

It's best to condense it into one sentence, what kind of magic does it take to pull this bow, is it because my strength is too small, Han Xian really can't imagine how much strength this bow needs to pull away.

At this time, the eyes were shocked, and the words that were silently recited in the heart were instantly forgotten, and only one word was left to echo in the heart for a long time: "Miraculous, miraculous." ”

The eyes that had been dim were as dazzling as the sun breaking through the clouds.

There are words in his mouth: "It must be so, it must be so." ”

The arm lifted the bow violently with joy, and the right hand hurriedly put the arrow up again, frantically squeezing the existence in the heart, and the existence in the heart couldn't wait for a long time, because this blood-boiling place has been low-key for so long, and the Dao power frantically converged towards the arms.

Sure enough, watching the bow being pulled apart little by little, Han Xian felt that every pore in his body was cheering, as if others were celebrating victory.

Han Xian almost shouted with joy for his discovery, but his sober reason still preserved Han Xian's dignity, and when the bow was pulled away a little bit, Han Xian's eyes did not follow the pores to celebrate the victory, but became cold, just like a wolf looking for prey.

The bow was completely pulled away by Han Xian, and his breath was completely detached from the short-term joy, and Han Xian at this moment seemed to be another person. There is no emotion in his eyes, only the goal in front of him.

And when Han Xian completely cast his gaze on the enemy, all the blood was instantly silent.

The arm trembled inexplicably at some point, why, why did it happen, is it because the strength in the chest is not enough?

At this time the presence in the atria will be stingy, but how all this will be explained, and the brain is very aware of what is happening.

The target ahead is running, is that all?

Han Xian's goal has always been a living creature, how could he make his hands tremble for this, what is that for, his heart is also silent, and he runs with Qing Ming, but there are still those dark reds.

Han Xian knows very well what position he is in, such a position, if he wants to send a sharp arrow to the enemy's body, how easy it is to say, how much courage and determination is needed, if there is a slight mistake, then Han Xian will be a sinner through the ages, even if he can survive this battle, then he will always live in the haze of sharp arrows, and his hands may tremble for a lifetime.

The thoughts in his heart did not stop, they were still being staged, but the stubbornness of the hand was irresistible, the bow was still raised high by the left hand, and the right hand was still pulled like that, Han Xian's whole person seemed to be frozen by the cold instantly, and even his breath was hidden by Han Xian.

At the end of his gaze, Qing Ming's big knife was raised high, and under the big knife was the dark red armor in the tired breath, the dark red armor wrapped in this person seemed to have given up the hope of life, did not do any hiding, how did this dark red not want to live, but his whole body had already been numb under the full force of others, and his next blow really had no possibility of resisting, because the hands that were shocked and scattered were completely numb, he needed time, maybe a breath would be enough, but how could others give him time for this breath, his eyes were closed without a look, and what was there to be nostalgic for the last brilliance。

All of this was taken into Han Xian's eyes, and I don't know when, all the chaotic thoughts in my heart disappeared, and I don't know when my right hand sent away the tightly fastened bowstring.

Without thinking about whether the sharp arrow would pierce the innocent dark red, the sharp arrow roared up with Han Xian's courage.

The innocent dark red was lucky, maybe it was really the favor of God, and when the man was about to approach, in the eyes of others, the arrow was grazed through that armor.

Although the bow returned to its original state, how could Han Xian's heart remain normal, the moment his hand was released, his heart tightened.

At this moment, all the enthusiasm was forgotten.

The moment the arrow brushed the dark red, all breaths were forgotten.

The man in the dark red armor did not stop his rushing footsteps by the familiar voice, but firmly carried out Wu Jitang's instructions, and his teeth had to tear the flesh and blood to his heart's content.

And the target of the sharp arrow that faintly flashed with a little green light was not the dark red, but the throat of the green armor, how to give up the great ideal for a small satisfaction, and continue to roar upward.

In this place, the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air was very small, but the man in the green armor did find something that understood his life, and the big sword in his hand did not give up falling, but was as swift as ever. But his eyes were deeply absorbed by the terrible cold.

Maybe the one who heard the sound of breaking the air should still have the dark red under the big knife, because this is the favor of the heavens, how can this person who is still all over the world not hear it.

The armor was ridiculous for the surging Dao power, the sharp arrow completed his goal, the cold locked the man's throat, the sharp arrow did not hesitate at all, penetrated everything that wanted to stop him, and continued to rush into the air with blood, until the Dao power was dissipated and fell into the dust.

The throat of the green Ming grunted, and it could no longer make any sound, and the big knife of the green Ming seemed to carry the last wish of its master, and it was still falling, but without the support of the Dao power, how could it still be murderous. And how could the man in dark red armor give up such a favor, the spear in his hand, mercilessly forward, this dead man once again tasted penetration, and it was inevitable that he would fall into the dust.

Watching the sharp arrow pierce in, Han Xiancai found that his heart was beating wildly, and his ears were full of pounding sounds, as if he was about to fall out of his chest.

And it's all worth it, a good hunter is quite able to master his breath.

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