I won.

Hehe, fate is merciless, but mine has won again.

"Haha~!"

Can you be unhappy if you win, you will naturally laugh wildly if you win, so I laughed out loud, my eyes were flying and arrogant, and my color was cold and decorated.

Fix the front of the eye.

Point in front of your eyes.

roared in his mouth: "Haha, I won, hehe, you guys lost again~!"

Flying and flying, the sky is full of wind and shadows, and the sky is full of ruined shadows of various colors at this moment, which is like the glory of Han Xian, and it is the shame of the dragon god.

Fail.

The colorful insect was cut off by the neck, it was like a real big worm, the light in the throat was chaotic, rushing to the sky, dyeing through the sky, and the magical Dao became a sorrow in the air after the blink of an eye.

Winged Tiger.

The dragon scales that put wings on the big insect were drawn from the middle, and the white light was broken, and it was cut in two.

"Hey~!"

Han Xian smiled, his smiling gaze fell on the dragon scales that were broken in two, and his face was full of ill intentions.

Can this person be embarrassed by this color, in saying that wealth is moving, dragon scales are the scale armor on the body of the great legend of the 'dragon', which is naturally a priceless treasure.

If you can get it.

Let's not talk about whether you can ward off evil spirits in the house, but what is certain is that if you have a cold, holding it in your mouth will definitely cure the disease.

"Hey~~!"

What's the idea?

The sneer on his face is such an idea that he does not hide in the slightest.

Although he won't catch a cold, this thing in front of him is definitely a rare treasure, even if he can't find its miraculous effect now, but it's a trophy.

Glory.

Its existence shows that it wins.

Its existence shows that the dragon god has lost.

With a sneer, the detective with a gloomy look in his eyes wanted to take the dragon scales into his pocket.

But.

Would Ryujin do it?

Right next to it, the horse god was disgraced by the loss of the 'Allah flower, and now, if Han first got the dragon scales, then the two of them were doomed to the same disease.

The only difference is that one loses the demon, and the other loses the demon, how can the dragon god let it play out on his own body for such a thing.

"Hmph~!"

Snort coldly.

Something like this will not let it happen.

"Poof~~!"

Just when his fingers were about to grasp the dragon scales, the dragon scales that were broken into two pieces directly broke into sand, into sand into powder, and into powder into air that could not be grasped.

The dragon god roared gloomily, "You dare to touch my things?"

Why don't you dare, if you hadn't done it quickly, this thing would have been mine.

"You're defeated. ”

Han Xian roared, Han Xian's eyes were convex and he roared with blood, the gods swallowed all directions, and the phantom shadow shrouded in his body was hideous, and the anger was so terrifying.

The long howl was followed by silence.

There was not a trace of sound.

Silent.

Even the dragon god with a dark face of resentment just snorted and breathed in resentment, although he didn't want to admit it, it was undeniable that what Han Xian said was not wrong at all, it lost this game.

I snapped.

10,000 cold field.

Listening to my snort, the huge demon army all looked solemn, they gritted their teeth, their eyes were blood-red, but even such a cruel look, such a bloody eyes could not suppress the slightest timidity circulating under their eyes, they were afraid.

But why are they afraid and resentful, and why are they gnashing their teeth?

Because they weren't afraid of Han Xian, they resented the phantom that shrouded them, and they were fully aware of the discomfort that choked their throats towards that phantom.

It's as if it can smash everything with a single sword.

It seems that the ancient celestials can slap the demons into powder with a single sword.

This is God.

The demons admired the dragon god in front of them, and they were indeed resentful of Han Xian in fear.

God, the power of the realm.

At this moment, the power in his hands is the pride of the great god, what is small, the former self, yesterday's self is the most perfect interpretation of smallness.

And now?

How tall I am, what a hero, good boy.

The power in the body, as long as you are willing, it seems that you can destroy the heavens and the earth, no wonder the heavens and the earth will restrain the 'Junjing' to make a move, if they are allowed to be arrogant, I am afraid that it will not be long before the beautiful mountains and rivers will become a replica of the ruined hell.

But what about me?

Han Xian.

The cultivation of the Seven Realms of Condensing Immortals, although the power shrouded in my body at this moment is comparable to the Monarch Realm, it is not the real Monarch Realm, in essence, I am still the Seven Realms, so I can use this to transcend the rules.

This is the unique blessing, and this may be the opportunity to end the chaos of the demon clan.

Dreaming?

Fantasies?

To be alive is always to dream.

There's no denying that this is hope.

"Haha~~!"

Sweeping in front of him, a statue was gloomy and cold, his own footsteps moved, he took a heavy step forward, he had to dance in the wind, he was very arrogant, the blood-colored demon knife in his hand pointed directly at the cheek of the dragon god, and he laughed wildly in his mouth, and roared: "Do you dare to fight?"

Finger, asking.

"Whew~~!"

The wind blows very little.

The wind blows the pride and expands.

But the wind brought a calm face, and all the demons stared at them with bated breath, suppressing their resentment and timidity.

"Heh~!"

You don't speak, a thousand colors, I look flying and laughing.

Laugh softly.

Said: "You don't fight and don't fight, retreat and don't retreat, what do you want?"

"Knock~~!" the drum beat fiercely.

This side of the city roared, that side of the city sound flying, the emperor city Tai personally played the drumsticks, both hands forced, slammed the drum surface, the sound of the sound raised, in which Han Xian's voice is so majestic, so cold.

The god who drinks and cuts off the flow of water.

That day, that time.

There is a person surnamed Zhang whose name everyone knows created this roar, so Han studied first, but everyone knows that that Brother Zhang is a bit strong outside, although he is not fake, but the long sand behind him is fake.

But now I'm different.

The drums behind them exploded in the vastness, and Wan Wan Jiafu was cold, and they were boiling in the fierce drums, waiting for the demon clan to come to attack the city, they clenched their long blades, their expressions were urgent, and they seemed to be impatient.

This is the look of a man.

Momentum rushed to the bullfight.

But now the army of the demon clan not far away.

The face is cold.

From top to bottom, the cold dripping water on Zhang Zhang's face, the color of fear is getting thicker and thicker, and the blood color is getting lighter and lighter, only the gritted teeth remain the same, but now it is difficult to say clearly, whether this gloomy complexion is used to hide timidity, or to disguise fear, it may be, after all, timidity and fear are both fear.

"Whew~!"

Heaven and earth boys.

One person and one blade block ten thousand fronts, so I ask you if you are heroes or not?

"Hey~!"

The hero sneered, the hero sneered like a bloodthirsty big devil, Han Xian smiled and whispered gloomily: "Since you don't want to go, then I'll give you a ride." ”

"Whew~!"

Front.

"Whew~!"

Scarlet.

"Whew~!"

Suddenly, Han Xian took a big breath of heat in his mouth, and the palm of his hand moved combined with the condensed phantom to hold the demon knife high above his head, and his pride was soaring, and the blood and qi spatula became a hundred zhang of great momentum.

"Hiss~~!"

said that it was sent, so it was natural, and when the demon knife in his hand was raised above his head, he slashed down directly without the slightest hesitation.

Blood swallows mountains and rivers.

Swallow thousands of miles.

I was standing here, but the blade and blood blade in my hand had already bloomed on the top of the dragon god's head, and it was not just the top of its demon head, there were many gloomy faces, and the faces of various demons were full of darkness.

And on the face black.

Of course, Ryujin is in a league of its own.

It's all black, and Han Xian's move can't be said to be too much of a demon.

How can I endure it.

Even if he could protect himself with a hard scale armor, the ten thousand demons behind him really didn't have such a hard braincase.

"Hmph~!"

On the cold face, the dragon god's calmness couldn't be maintained, and he was finally beaten out by Han Xian.

The dragon god snorted coldly in his mouth, raised the dragon claw in his palm, grabbed it at random in the air, and immediately announced to all the self-righteous people in the world what is the true power of the monarch realm.

"Poof, poof, poof~!"

Five claws of the dragon.

Catch up on the gripper.

Suddenly, this time the world staged the 'iron tongs to tie the body,' but this time the dragon god's dragon claws became iron tongs, and Han Xianyan's sword qi became a chicken and a kitten.

I can't struggle, I can't move.

"Ah~~!"

The abrupt dragon god roared in his mouth, and the phantom dragon claw in the air rose up, and under the five claws, the blood knife didn't know whether it was broken into seven or eight knots or seven or eight knots after seven or eight knots, but now it became the residue and powder color in the air.

"Hehe~!"

The roaring dragon god did not laugh.

This cold laugh was made by Han Xian, and he said coldly, "Why can't you stop it, why are you planning to jump out and kill me?"

Talk.

As he spoke, Han Xian's gaze couldn't help but skip over the horse god's panic.

Lesson.

"Whew~!"

Forbearance, destined to be difficult, not to mention that the one who endures is the great god with infinite ability in his chest, the dragon god spit out coldly in his mouth, with a powerful face, and in his dragon claw hand, the green light is flowing non-stop, what does it want to do?

The dragon god lifted his footsteps and took a step forward, what did it want to do?

Isn't it obvious enough?

Kill.

Kill for your life, after being bullied by Han Xian for so long, the dragon god finally couldn't help it, it was ready to jump out, and was willing to kill this arrogant damned person with thunderous means.

But is it possible?

People are doing it, and the sky is watching.

What the demon does, the sky is also watching.

Keep an eye on it.

"Whew~!"

In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds change color, the heavens and the earth often change, and the already gloomy sky in the blink of an eye is even more gloomy at the moment, just after the moment the dragon god's footsteps settled, the raindrops the size of beans slapped on its face.

"Poof, poof, poof~!"

The rain knocked on its head, and the sound of the hard scales of its face was so crisp.

Cold rain.

The rain covers the face, is the restlessness calm, and the blood in your heart is cold?

"Huh~!"

In the impact of the rain, the dragon god's face was gloomy and terrifying, the resentment on its face was almost distorted, its head was raised little by little, and its eyes fell into the air.

Gloomy, gloomy face?

At this moment, the long genius is the most gloomy, it is all black, and it is more terrifying than the demon of ink.

"Sting~!"

A small electric light, a flashing flower, disappeared in a blink of an eye, but I saw it, and the color that flashed in the air was successfully seen by the angry eyes of the dragon god.

The color of heaven and earth.

What he meant.

What can you do?

"Hmph'~~!"

In the breath, the dragon god took a difficult step, and in the cold hum, the dragon god was unwilling to retract this step, its face was cold, and its eyes fell on Han Xian's face through the long rain curtain, and said: "Let's stop today, we will fight in the future." ”

"Whew~!!"

The people behind the rain curtain listened, the cold rain calmed the dragon god, and the cold rain also diluted the arrogance on his face.