The existence of a heartbeat, of course, is to prove that he is still alive. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Xian's eyes were overflowing with joy, because he saw the end, and he thought that it was not far from it, and indeed the end was just as he imagined, there was no top, it was a stone platform.

And the closer it gets, the stronger the call from the bottom of my heart becomes.

But Han Xian's joy was not only to find the end of exhaustion, but also to find that he was not alone, and the familiar sound of breathing was sounding in front of him.

Maybe he thought of something, and his eyes swept downward, and sure enough, the head showed that Meng Yiguang was still alive.

The joy in those eyes was the same as Han Xian's, and at this time he also found Han Xian's look, for some reason Han Xian's face naturally showed a smile, is it because he had shared hardships and hardships, how could these Han Xian think clearly?

Fingers poke forward again, knowing that you haven't really made it up to the platform.

Meng Yiguang must have been stunned by the enemy's smile, his eyes swept forward, and he whispered: "They are all still alive." ”

No one listened, and there was no way to know whether the tone was trying to convey loss or happiness.

It's been a long time, how long has passed, it turns out that it is such a happy thing to lay your body flat and let the blood flow freely, and at this time, the gentle person who closes his eyes and tastes the wind must not have thought about the key question of how to return to the bosom of the earth, right?

"Haha, Han Xian, I knew that you stupid boy would definitely be able to come up. Wu Jitang closed his eyes and said happily.

For such a high appreciation, Han Xian just squinted his eyes and smiled lightly without answering, not because he had a good heart, but because he was really tired, and he really admired Wu Jitang for his strength to speak.

Those who lie flat must not know how long the wind has been blowing, and they must have forgotten to remember why when their bodies touch the top of the stone platform, the cheers that were once enthusiastic in their hearts will strangely disappear without a trace.

Memories are only briefly forgotten.

When the tiredness in the brain is blown away by the wind, everything will come one after another, Guan Hanning's body slowly sat up, and nodded lightly to Meng Yiguang, who was sitting up.

They all stood up straight.

Although Han Xian's spine was also straight, he really couldn't give up the comfort of lying flat.

Is it quiet, the world is too quiet, why does the wind in your ears suddenly disappear?

Han Xian's eyes opened suddenly, and his body bounced up, and his face was not as red as he could, because his eyes successfully let him see that there was a living person on the high platform.

Have you seen it yourself, and you have despised it even more?

But he has never looked at Sang Honggu so closely, and this time he forgot his disdain for that honor, and there was a deep fear in his eyes.

A fierce anger pressed on his heart, his eyes flowed gently, and it was obvious that Sang Hong was alone and thought that it would bring a lot of pressure to his group of people.

His heart was cold, and it was clear that Sang Hong's lonely and cold gaze swept over him.

Han Xian roared in his heart: "There's nothing to be afraid of." ”

"Squeak, welcome to Dragonwall!"

In fact, Han Xian didn't want to know what the name of this ghost place was, and they wanted to know what the purpose of their trip was, because they finally remembered that it was a call that had disappeared.

It's not a good thing to be seen through by others.

The corners of Sang Hong's mouth on the face of the lone dragon turned up slightly: "I don't have any need to tell you, what is here, because you will die soon?"

For other people's arrogance, Han Xian chose to ignore it, now is not the time to talk nonsense, what you have to do is to try to restore yourself to the best state.

Seeing that everyone was expressionless, the dragon man Sang Honggu continued with a strange smile: "Even if any of you are lucky enough to get him, it won't be yours. ”

It's a fact, and it's a fact that no one wants to mention.

Han Xian seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and everyone was like this, their eyes were firmly locked on the dragon man Sang Honggu, in fact, even if he didn't say it, everyone already knew it in their hearts.

Just defeat him and you'll get it. ’

A smile appeared on the dragonman's face again, this time he couldn't see that it was self-deprecation, but also mocked, and continued to say coldly: "The Longbi battlefield does not allow the use of Dao power, only one-on-one battles are allowed, haha, hateful rules, in fact, it is my will that you go together, but here I can only spend a little more time." ”

For the joy of the dragon people, Han Xian and each of them were covered with a dark cloud.

It's not terrible not to be allowed to use the Dao force, because it also shows that he can't use it either, and one-on-one, everyone laughs.

It's not that Han Xian doesn't have confidence in himself, because in his opinion, the body of the dragon man was created for battle, and if everyone folds up their arms together, they are not afraid.

But now I let myself alone, although I still want to shout confidence, but for this guy with piercing eyes, I am really a little afraid in my heart.

As for challenging the rules, none of them thought about it.

can restrain the power of the Dao, I'm afraid that if you break the rules together, you will die even worse.

The wind whistled again, Han Xian and Wu Jitang's eyes were all on Guan Hanning's face, even if there was fear in his heart, but Han Xian still wanted to fight.

They wanted to take care of Han Ning's arrangement, but Meng Yiguang really didn't need it, and took a step forward.

Guan Hanning's face did not show a little unhappiness in this regard, if he can win, it is luck, and if he loses, he can also pave the way forward for himself.

"Hehe, Yiguang!"

Why did the dragon man show a sense of déjà vu on his face, and he also shouted his name, could it be that he wanted to release the water, could it be that Sang Honggu was not dead yet, who could stop Han Xian from thinking more.

Although the shouting is cordial, but the dragonman's subordinates and feet must not be kind, Meng Yi just stepped on the dragon wall platform with his bare feet, and the dragon man Sang Hong kicked violently alone.

Han Xian's gaze bit his figure, and he couldn't help muttering, "It doesn't seem that the speed is very fast." ”

With such an understatement evaluation, Meng Yiguang will definitely feel funny, as the supreme, but the strong wind blowing in his face makes him jealous. In fact, it's not that he didn't want to grind until the end, but he can't make such a choice because he is weak.

In the end, there must be no chance, maybe first, there is still a chance to fight.

Meng Yiguang is a ruthless person, and he doesn't retreat half a point to the claws that just want to scratch his chest, and the long knife slashes away, which means that it depends on whether your claws are hard or my knife is strong.

"Khooth!"

Han Xian really didn't think wrong, the man was armed all over his body, and the knife slashed on his claws, stirring up a spark, although the knife was not broken, Meng Yiguang did not take a step back, but only a blue mark was cut out on the dragonman's scale armor.

You must know that although Meng Yiguang's Dao power has been sealed, that strength is still there, especially the Qingying Blade is not an ordinary product, but an existence that has been competing with the Wuxiang Divine Blade for so long.

There was only a sneer on the dragonman's face, but Meng Yi's face was full of solemnity, and the hand holding the big knife turned slightly, and blood spilled out of it.

Han Xian's heart jumped.

Originally, I thought that Meng Yiguang's frontal hard connection would not lose half a point, and I couldn't help but have a little disdain for the dragon man, thinking that there was still a chance of winning, but now it seems that Meng Yiguang is full strength, and the dragon man easily shook the blood out of the hand holding the knife shaft with one blow.

Han Xian should have sighed: "Although the speed is not fast, the power is too great to be hard-connected." ”

Sure enough, people who have survived on the battlefield for so long can't always endure and be beaten passively, Meng Yiguang stepped forward step by step, and every time he stepped on it, the knife was dignified, obviously Meng Yiguang had his own considerations, and he wanted to win the victory with speed, which was already a joke in his opinion.

Sure enough, Han Xian was successfully slapped in the face, and the dragon man kicked to the ground violently, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string shooting towards Meng Yiguang, although the target was not himself, but Han Xian's face was still blue and white.

Even if it is a fast arrow, it will take time to shoot it to the side, even if it is just a little, Meng Yiguang did not give up, although the head was too late to be raised, but the blade was shocked with success.

The roar on the blade was against Meng Yiguang's step-by-step condensation, although there was no Dao power, but there was still a slight sound of wind and thunder on the blade.

Are dragonmen afraid?

Of course it can't be, the hands that were originally crossed in front of his chest were separated, the wind swept through the sharp claws, whirring like a ghost crying, that Meng Yiguang was really smart, although there was a voice, but his head was not raised, and his eyes were not seen, so it was impossible for his knife to be afraid.

The claw wanted to grab Meng Yiguang's chest, and the knife wanted to cut off the dragonman's bone heart.

This must be absolute confidence in himself, confident that the knife will never be able to break through his hard breastplate, and even more firmly believe that his claws can easily break through his chest.

"Bang!"

The long knife slashed at his chest one step at a time, and the hot blood poured on Meng Yiguang's face, can this still be said to be a kind of glory, because it was also mixed with his own blood.

Although the finger claw grabbed into Meng Yiguang's chest, but the dragon man did believe in his scale armor too much, and the bones under the blade were clearly presented, although the bones successfully blocked the blade, but the huge force on the blade was used to lift the dragon man Sang Hong backwards, and the finger claw was forced out before he could tear open his chest.

How can this anger be easily swallowed, although the body was thrown away, the dragon tail was still swept on Meng Yiguang's knife shaft.

"Hmph, courage is the breakthrough" The wind around him moved lightly.

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