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The calmness on Han Xian's face was like the coldness of the bloody blade in his hand, and the pupils of his eyes were not superfluous in color.

I seem to have forgotten about the back.

Sheng Sushuang blocked the piercing thorn for himself.

Behind him, his breath often loud in the cold, this is extremely cold, deep and poisonous, already difficult to support.

Several struggles and injuries.

Now it's absolute misery.

The snake's tail becomes a sharp arrow.

Piercing the heart.

At this moment, Sheng Sushuang is cold, it is the coldness that his majestic body can't suppress, and the coldness of his pupils is almost unstoppable.

All this is a sign of ruin.

Is it right in front of you?

It's behind you.

It's behind me.

But now Han Xian's face is resolute and cold, more like a kind of indifferent ruthlessness, which must be beyond the scope of 'concentration', the knife in his hand, its history is an expression of ecstasy.

Buddha light retreated from Han Xian.

It likes.

"Hiss~~. ”

The history of the demon knife, the exaltation of the demon knife is nothing else, of course, it is to cut off the head of the Nuwa snake in front of him, and of course, it is to kill the god of the gods.

Then look at him.

Don't let up for a moment.

This close look is like a lover who is too deep in love, only you in his eyes, only you in his heart, in which excessive detachment is still love, and it is love to the point of blending.

So what is the 'excess' between Han Xian and Ya Gongzi?

It's blood.

Blood debt and blood repayment, which is too thick blood, eyes are tightly fixed on not wanting to let go of any details of the rupture of the soul under the knife.

Keep it in mind.

"Hiss~~. ”

The demon knife calendar cuts through the air.

"Hiss~~. ”

The cold demon knife that cut through the air was like cutting through Ya Gongzi's gaze, Han Xian was staring at himself, and Ya Gongzi was also staring at Han Xian.

The same 'love' to the bone.

"Giggle~~. ”

The blood of this love caused the teeth in Ya Gongzi's mouth to tremble, and in the misery created by this timidity, there was a trace of despair in Ya Gongzi's eyes.

He was scared.

He was scared all the time.

And now it's scared to death.

The huge body under the blade was stiff, except for trembling and trembling, except for the despair in Yagongi's eyes, his heart had not given up struggling.

'You have to block it.' ’

He won't be able to kill me. ’

'I can never die.' ’

'My mission is accomplished. ’

I'm going to be alive. ’

......

There are so many, so many.

What is this doing, what is Yakoki doing with trembling bones and despair smearing his eyes?

Struggle.

Hopefully.

Pray.

Although these useless words were not squeezed out of Yakoki's noble mouth, anyone could perceive what he was saying in his heart from the frightened humility of every pore on his face.

Pray, pray.

Entrust your fate to the ethereal ghosts.

'Hey~~. ’

The sky was laughing, it was hanging high, it watched the demon knife in Han Xian's hand slashing down, and with it staring at it so coldly, which way of immortals, and which way of ghosts and demons dared to anger the majesty of the Heavenly Dao to help the Ya Gongzi who was ridiculed by it.

Go to hell.

"Whew~~. ”

Without stopping, the demon knife that had not stopped finally came, and the despair in Yagongzi's eyes finally exploded, and the prayer in his heart was finally about to break.

"Poof~~. ”

Sharp skin defense.

"Boom~~. ”

Sharp bone shattering.

The skin is broken, the bones are shattered, and the defenses they build up are like chickens and stupid dogs, and they can be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

The eyes are cold.

The eyes are miserable.

Han Xian witnessed the miserable eyes of Ya Gongzi with cold eyes.

How hateful those eyes were.

How abominable that head was.

How hateful that face was.

When he had a chance, the demon knife in his hand could finally smash Yakoki's hateful eyes, Yakoki's hateful head, and his hateful face.

As long as the knife continues to advance.

Then the skull is broken.

So naturally, the eyes are gone, the face is gone, there is one less scum in this world, one less residue, so don't hesitate to sweep away this dust for this world.

Is that the point?

Is Yanomie the point?

When did Yanomie become the focus?

To the greatness of heaven and earth, he is a nobody, he is a scum, but in this turbid world, scum has never been less, except for him, the world is still not clean.

He's just a pawn.

The colorful and immaculate Nuwa stone in his skull is the focus.

It doesn't matter whether Yagongzi has a life or not, it is necessary to smash the Nuwa stone in front of him.

Chop.

Breaking the skin, bones, and the stubborn stones that were making waves were not half superfluous to cover up, and the colorful glow was dazzling in front of them.

The face is resolute and messy.

At the moment when Nuwa's stone brilliance shone on his cheeks, his heart suddenly shook slightly, and even the demon knife in his hand trembled.

That's a fetish.

Such a flawless thing, its fragrance can purify its color.

The blood in my heart is shaken by it.

"Hmph~~. ”

He snorted coldly in his mouth, and sneered in his heart: "It's not the first time I've beheaded you," as early as the knife in his hand, he successfully left traces on the Nuwa Stone, although it was the result of his cooperation with Gu Jun and others, but this also showed that it was not impossible to help.

"Whew~~. ”

The demon knife in his hand is revitalized.

The face is heavy and the heart is cold front color.

"Open~~!"

Hoarse, it was Han Xian who was really roaring.

In response, the blood line on the edge of the demon knife in his hand was like being painted with the color of lava, and the blood in the scorching heat was thick, breaking the holy light, cutting the holy intent, and blasting away all the troubles in his heart.

This colorful flawlessness can't stop itself.

The stone is there.

Hacked it.

"Boom~~. ”

At the moment when the demon knife in his hand was about to fall on the Nuwa Stone, there was a sudden light in front of him, and the color on the Nuwa Stone was big and chaotic.

Hazy, I was drowning in it.

But that's just drowning.

The people who were shrouded in colorful light were still there, so the demon knife in his hand was naturally still there.

Although the flawless light successfully made Han Xian disappear from the eyes of the world, no matter whether this light is holy or holy, it still can't stop the heat on the demon blade.

It can't stop the edge of the demon sword.

"Whew~~. ”

is cut.

was cut open.

In the eyes of all the people in the world, the holy light of the sky crossed by blood, and everything in it was instantly shattered, and the moment it was covered was revealed.

It's all back in sight.

Person.

Shadow.

Sheng Su Shuang.

He was still him, his heart had been pierced, but he could still stand in the air, his pupils were dilated, but not completely, he was still struggling.

He still has a life, and his body is still the most tall in the great shore.

Han Xian.

The light broke.

The demon who controls the murderous soldiers in his hands is still there, but now he is quite unhappy, and his face is cold as usual, but it is indeed stained with a trace of white frost.

The face is gloomy.

Eyes are cloudy.

The sky was still quiet, and even the sound of the Great Sage's Relic Piano, which had been playing, was strangely paused and isolated at the moment.

"Haha~~. ”

In such a hot place, how can you let the quiet stay for a long time, and the proud and happy people will of course break the silence of the storm rampantly.

Laughter is Gu Jun.

At the moment, he was proud.

At this moment, he was fluttering, and at this moment, his whole body was shrouded in colorful glow.

Clear and clean.

The old is young again.

This is not an old man, this is a prime of life, what gives Gu Jun young life, what smooths out the deep folds of the ravines on Gu Jun's face, what covers the traces of time, what puts on a false cloak for him?

Seven colors.

Flawless light.

Nuwa Stone.

"Giggle~. ”

Han Xian gritted his teeth with hatred in his mouth, and had to admit that what he had smashed was nothing more than a ball of light, and nothing else, in this light, not only Nuwa Stone returned to Gu Jun's hands, but even the Yagongzi had already appeared by Gu Jun's side.

"Hey, hey~. ”

He laughed, he sneered so proudly.

"Giggle~~. ”

I hate, I go crazy with resentment.

After working hard for so long, who thought that after several ups and downs, when he thought that victory was in sight, he did find that the mockery of fate was still continuing.

"Haha~~. ”

Of course, there are people who laugh out loud about this.

Proud is Gu Jun, and pride is of course Gu Jun.

The smile on his face did not decrease, and a pair of eyes swept over his body was full of praise, which was a trace of gratitude that everyone in the world could see from the unique praise in Gu Jun's eyes.

Who's to say it isn't.

If it wasn't for Han Xian, would they have killed Sheng Sushuang?

It's almost a difficult impossibility.

This chess piece is too important, it has been like this from the very beginning, and just now it was because of him that he created a stroke of genius and achieved the fatal blow to Sheng Sushuang.

Shouldn't that be appreciated?

Gu Jun's face was full of excessive gratitude.

"Hey~~. ”

The face was funny, Gu Jun was laughing in his mouth, his eyes swept over Han Xian, and then fell on Sheng Sushuang's body behind him, his eyebrows fluttered proudly, he was about to speak.

Said: "Sushuang, you are not lonely along the way, with this little brother with you, there is a companion on the Huangquan Road, haha~~." ”

Happiness makes for pride.

Proud achievement, eyebrows flying, dancing.

"Boom~~. ”

Gu Jun is not a young Yagongzi, he knows very well what he should do at this moment, Sheng Sushuang in his eyes is not dead, Han Xian has not accompanied him to hell to walk the Huangquan Road, which means that his business has not been done, his success is still incomplete, and he still has a life to harvest.

Decisive.

Of course not hesitating.

The sound of explosion was that Gu Jun directly gave up the false youth in his hand, and this sound was broken and roared, which was the result of him throwing the Nuwa Stone out of his hand again.

It became Gu Jun's crazy thoughts.

It can be said to carry all the extravagant hopes of Gu Jun.

Like an arrow.

The colorful glow is as cold as an arrow.

Such as mang.

Crystal clear and flawless, as cold as a man.

Once it disappeared from the knife, and now it has reappeared very heroically, is it trying to seek death?

It's coming all over again.

My chance is here again.

Complete what you left undone.

Solve tasks that were once undone.

Chop it up.

'Demon, is that okay?'

Heart asked.

'Hmm~~. ’

This is not the voice of the demon promise, this is the hesitation that belongs to it.

'Well, you can try it with the Buddha.' ’