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Goblin.

Goblin.

It's all the bleak color of the crazy demon scourge, and the blood is spreading everywhere, but the feet are still clean, why should they be clean, shouldn't it be bloody?

The fish people want to centrifuge closer to the place.

There's nothing wrong with that.

They are really approaching.

But it's too sad to be close.

A little bit, a little bit of turtle crawling.

The proximity of this point to a few points is nothing more than a self-consolation.

And now, Han Xian is also comforting himself.

His eyes fell, looking at the face of the fish child beside him, strength was his complexion, but while he was strong, tears were still strong from the corners of his eyes.

I want to cry.

Already crying.

But the child decided not to let himself cry.

He did it.

He raised his hand slightly trembling, wiped away the tears on his face, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Are you afraid?"

Strong noodles rush out of the mouth.

"Of course not~~~. ”

But before the child's words of pride were completely finished, they were broken in his throat, and his mouth opened several times, wanting to regain his strength, but the tears in He Nai's eyes were too fierce.

Their dimness had blurred the face of their uncle in front of them.

Look.

Han Xian looked at the child, and the child was also looking at Han Xian.

The boy wanted to say that he was not afraid, but his tears betrayed him.

After a few struggles, he gave up, full of sorrow, and said in a low, almost silent voice: "I'm afraid, uncle, I'm afraid, woo." When he said this, there were strings of tears in his eyes, and he choked with tears.

Seeing tears, it is not much better in my own eyes, it has long been crystalline.

"Hehe~~. ”

With tears on his face, Han Xian forced a smile on his face, gently held the child's head into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, there is an uncle." ”

Uncle?

Man!

You shouldn't be here.

Just as he took the child into his arms, his voice sounded in his ears, this time not softly, but a loud echo close to his chest and striking his heart.

"Uncle, I want to kill them. ”

Child, he was afraid.

Compared with 'fear', children hate themselves as children, hate that the tattoos on their faces are too rare, too shallow, for children, but they also want to open a strong bow, and they also want to carry a short knife, kill thieves, and kill enemies.

A manly man, he is afraid, but he is not afraid.

Words pierce the heart.

"Hehe~~. ”

Hearing this, the smile on Han Xian's face did not dissipate, but intensified, his arms tightened, and he whispered: "Okay, uncle will help you." ”

"Haha~~. ”

Laughing, laughing.

Do you hear me?

Did the man in the air hear the words of the fish child on the ground, he actually laughed out loud.

He.

New arrival, high to the abyss.

Such a handsome person, but he is actually blind.

But although his heart was blinded by the burning and the 'extermination of the dead race' in his ears, the star map in his body was indeed truly hot, and he raised his sword.

"Keng~~. ”

Blade, trembling.

The icy blade struck into the icy rain and trembled.

This is the long sword that Gao Linyuan is proud of, the cold sword in his hand is clenched, upside down and in front of him, in the cold cold light, his face falls in it.

"Hey~~. ”

See the cold side in the sword.

Gao Linyuan laughed to himself, and whispered in his mouth: "Alien, today my sword will drink your blood. As soon as the words fell, Zhen Jian carried a sword and stabbed long.

"Hiss~. ”

The rain is blowing.

Suddenly, a sharp coldness filled every inch of this crazy world with the falling rain, but this coldness did not attract too many people's attention.

Over here.

The cold blood has already frozen here.

And now the cold sword in Gao Linyuan's hand is just relying on the power of Tim Leng, and the crazy people have long been numb in it, and they have no intention of caring about these things.

How busy they are.

In killing.

Either you're killing or you're being killed.

So be crazy, so concentrate a little.

Too many people's madness and concentration have left the heavenly high abyss behind, but now the earth is still relatively quiet, compared to Han Xianyi, who is still in peace, is seeing it, and is being alarmed by him.

"Hum~~. ”

The shock was appalling.

is visible.

Just as he saw it, the cold sword that stabbed forward in Gao Linyuan's hand shook, and he could clearly feel that the drizzle of the entire square inch space was slightly shaken.

But the horror has only just begun.

Cold.

Sword cold.

Air-cooled.

At this moment, it was the sword cold that led to the empty coldness, and in his own eyes, it was the wisps of coldness that kept converging towards the long sword in Gao Linyuan's hand.

The rain condenses.

Cast sword shape.

The rain in the sky was once again aroused, but this time it was not the fish clan that was guided, but the high abyss of the sword cold, and in just an instant, the sky was actually merged into a hundred zhang sword shape.

"Haha~~. ”

Gao Linyuan smiled.

Gao Linyuan is rampant.

And he must not be satisfied with the rampant laughter, in his opinion, the hundred-zhang long sword with the rain as the bone still lacks sharpness, and he looks up and sees the ink cloud disk hovering like a devil.

Stunned.

Hiss.

Calendar.

"Open~~. ”

The roar, the scorching breath rushed up, and in the blink of an eye, the sun, which had caused dark clouds to cover his cheeks because of timidity, was forcibly peeled off the barrier of covering, and it was magnificent.

"Hum~~. ”

The gates of heaven opened, and the light flew chaotically.

The light fell, dazzling the heart, the color of the sun did not fall on the body of the crazy man below, and the face, the moment it flew out, it was all locked by the hundred zhang long sword derived from the high abyss.

The light falls.

The long sword is golden.

"Haha~~. ”

Gao Linyuan laughed loudly, his eyes lowered, and he fell on the ground like a group of fish people who would be wiped out at any time in the waves, the light flashed, and the righteousness on his face suddenly appeared.

He said: "Alien, today, I am going to do the right thing for the heavens. ”

Sound break manually.

"Hum~~. ”

The sound trembled overhead, and it was the hundred-zhang long sword that was slashing and falling.

However, none of the Fish-Tribesmen below who fought bravely raised their heads, and their eyes saw in front of them, watching their swords sink into the enemy's chest, and they also saw the beautiful and rich homeland behind the dimming of their eyes.

The fish-people, the elderly, the prime-aged, the young, the children, their eyes are only in front of them.

That's the direction of home.

Look at the front of you, who cares about the top of your head.

Kill the enemy in front of you without complaint, as long as you kill him, you can get out of there and go further, and you can go home in the next moment.

'Hehe~~. ’

Family?

What a wonderful thought.

Seeing this, the fish clan lowered his head, but Han Xian didn't, his head was raised, looking at the hundred-zhang long sword that slashed at his head like a judgment sword.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter.

Seeing the laughter, Han Xian whispered in his mouth: "Fish clan, alien race?"

What's so different?

It's the same mountain, it's the same water, is it because of the flower show's thorny face, are they different, their eyes are earnest, and their eyes are roaring.

"Ah~~~. ”

Han Xian was finally stupid.

Finally, Han Xian still went crazy.

"Child, you wait for your uncle for a while, and I'll kill for you. ”

Speak softly.

The sound was that Han Xian had already jumped up, and when he saw the top of his head, his eyes were coldly staring at the big sword that was slashing to the ground, and this sight was even more penetrating.

The eyes are cut, and the face of Gao Linyuan's pride is punished by heaven.

Cold and glaring.

He should have seen it, and sure enough, Gao Linyuan saw Han Xian's demon knife rushing up with cold eyes, his face was suddenly angry, and he immediately shouted: "Han Xian's thief, are you really blind, can't you see that the alien race is slaughtering our people, can't you see that their knives are frantically ravaging our homeland to survive?"

Alien?

Massacre?

Plunder?

We?

That's us.

I deeply agree that it is 'us,' and there is no slightest difference between this and 'us', it is the same in heaven and on earth, and the slaughter and plundering are all forced by you crazy people who think you are calm.

You are the ones who have killed yourselves.

It's you who are killing each other.

"Ha~~. ”

The heart roared like thunder.

In his own rage, the whole body had already rushed under the blade of the cold sword, the demon knife in his hand was already in his hand, and his heart whispered and asked: 'Demon, are we aliens?'

"Kill. ”

Roar.

The roar of the demon is also the roar of the heart.

"Kill~~~!!"

When he howled, the whole heaven and earth heard his voice, and those who had gone mad on the ground, and those in the same city who hid in the barrier away from the bloodshed, heard their voices.

When they heard it, they were cold-eyed.

In their eyes, this is tantamount to a mutiny.

They can grit their teeth with confidence when hiding in the city, because the enchantment protects them, but those crazy people outside the city are actually numb and stunned.

So quickly.

"Poof~~. ”

He went to heaven.

"Hiss~~. ”

He went to hell.

Hearing and seeing, of course, he will be high in the abyss.

Listening to Han Xian's madness, seeing Han Xian's madness, the anger on his face was distorted with a strong to handsome face, and his hatred was indescribable: "Han Xian, I must have beheaded you." ”

Chop.

It was he who was really chopping, and the long sword had already been chopped off.

Now, in front of me is the great sword of the Heavenly Walker with the rain as the bone and the sun as the blade, and its cold and cold have cut into the skin.

What am I afraid of?

The demon knife is in hand, the body is singing, and the person is advancing with the bloody blade.

You are a hundred feet, and I am only three feet.

You are radiant, and I am dull and introverted.

Who is strong?

"You break. ”

Han Xian's voice, the words in his throat.

"Hiss~~. ”

In front of the blade of the sword, the big sword struck each other with each other, and the moment of contact, the moment of confusion, when the eyes of the person regained their look.

People are still entering, carrying demon knives, Han Xian did not stop.

The Baizhang sword is still falling, gathering rain and gathering front, it has not stopped.

But anyone with open eyes must have seen it, what they saw was Han Xian's body unscathed and uninjured, and what they saw was the blood line on the waist of the Baizhang big sword.

That's not its color.

Really.

"Hum~~. ”

The blade trembled, and the sword in Gao Linyuan's hand rang out, and his face turned slightly white, and the hundred-zhang sword that he had worked so hard to evolve began from the blood line.

Lax.

Shatter the whole body.

What was and is still what is, the sun mixed with the cold rain falls on the ground and also on people.

"Heh~~. ”

At this moment, Han Xianyi was in the air, his eyes were coldly staring at the angry Gao Linyuan, and he whispered, "You are not my opponent. ”

"Huh~~. ”

Listening to the sound is the echo of the teeth in Gao Linyuan's mouth.

He looked at himself viciously, and squeezed out with difficulty: "Alien." ”

This is scolding.

Scolding yourself for being an alien.

"Haha, interracial?"

Laugh until your lips tremble.

Hearing this, Han Xian's face rose with a smile, he whispered softly in his mouth, and the long knife in his hand turned, the blade knife was back down, horizontal to his chest, and his left hand was holding the knife, and his right hand was actually grabbing the demon knife towards the blade.

The edge is sharp.

Even if you are the master, the profit never changes.

Gao Linyuan looked at Han Xian's madness with a somewhat stupid face, but he was very sure that this face was unusually calm, and he was catching the blade, and his blood was obvious.

Catch, march.

The blade under the handle of the knife begins, one minute, the palm of the hand to test the cold of the demon knife, to the middle, one inch, the palm of the hand to test the edge of the demon knife, the palm of the hand to wipe three feet, the blood-stained demon blade three feet.

Blood.

Red.

Han Xian's right hand was raised, his palm was opened, the blood was all over his hand, the blood was condensed in his wrist, everything, every point was completely displayed in front of Gao Linyuan's eyes, and in the same way, he hoped that everyone in the world could also open his eyes and see, his mouth was cold and his lips trembled, and he said: "Is there anything wrong, you tell me, what's wrong?"

Ask.

The same blood, the same color.

It's the same species.

What's the difference?