The wind and clouds are fantastic, today's night is too long, the east is slightly white, for the war, the clear light of the east is afraid, still cowardly hiding in the sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

For Shi Mo, this is the coming dawn, because he seems to hear Han Xian's inner obsession, and even more like hearing the misery of the Yin Bone, if he can get the luck of the sky, then this glory will definitely bring him infinite scenery and infinite benefits, and for Zhong Yuan, the glimmer of light in the sky is not the concealment of the dawn, but the brewing of the angry face of the 'God', his heart has long been concerned about the body of the Yin Bone, if he dies, then even his martyrdom is a luxury.

At this moment, no matter how soft the bright light in Guan Hanning's hands is, and what kind of treasure it is, it will not be able to occupy a place in the hearts of Shi Mo and Zhong Yuan.

Shi Mo's sword opened and closed widely, and he was stunned to use the ability to climb the wind and look at the immortals, and he was dead to get rid of Zhong Yuan's footsteps.

And Zhong Yuan's eyes only had Han Xian's back, and he wanted to tear him to pieces very much, but no matter how he swooped left and right, Shi Mo's sword was always in front of him.

Is Ning Xian really that simple?

Of course it was impossible, but it was precisely because Zhong Yuan's blindness had made him brainless, and his heart was in chaos, that he was dragged here by Shi Mo, who was also fighting for his life.

The madness of the Lord and the worry of the Lord, Meng Yiguang, who has been on the battlefield for so many years, must be able to feel it, and Han Xian's back has also flowed into his eyes.

But helplessness has already occupied the bottom of his heart, although Wu Jitang is not his opponent, he can completely get rid of the battle, but can he really help Yin Gu?

Meng Yiguang was very clear about his own ability, and it was impossible for him to be Han Xian's opponent at all, and the phantom suspended on Han Xian's body made him feel a little afraid in his heart.

However, as a great warrior of 'Shentian', even if he knows that he is invincible, he must charge bravely before he can show his blood, Meng Yiguang's face is bleak, he also has two legs, and he is still in the wind, but it is really impossible for him to catch up with Han Xian.

Knowing what to do, the warriors of the 'Shentian' should die in battle, and with a strong knife in his hand, Wu Jitang was slashed, and the strong wind was fierce, dragging the long knife towards Han Xian.

For such a small effort, Zhong Yuan couldn't see it, and there was a roar on his face that had been fighting for a long time.

Wu Jitang must have felt that he could still fight, his standing spine was still straight, and his brows were slightly furrowed, and the majestic voice in his heart sounded: "Retreat!"

Shi Mo's deep eyes seemed to see the ups and downs of Shangwu County in the future, and the current Wu Jitang couldn't die.

Wu Jitang's eyes were already covered with haze, and he who took the lead in the charge, when he withdrew, he was alone, his eyes flowed over Guan Hanning's body, knowing that he would not die, but he wanted to save him from the depths of the general's fighting method, it was absolutely delusional.

And Han Xian, although the back is familiar, a cold strangeness has planted seeds in his heart, and I hope he can take his life into his hands.

"Hey~"

Maybe it's helplessness, but it should be said that it's unwilling, Wu Jitang can't choose to retreat.

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But he ran into the winter, Han Xian felt that his pursuit was so long, the boiling blood in his whole body was cold, and the soul villain in his heart was a little transparent, he was already trembling, and his eyes were originally closed.

Sure?

A trace of self-deprecation flashed on his pale face, how can this be Yunshan, why should he be completely sure, he is a young man in Yunshan who wants the skin of a beast, and today's battlefield Han Xian wants the life of Yin Bone.

The cold numbness of his own body, Han Xian already knew very well that if he continued to pursue and wait like this, he would be able to see the Yin Bone escape with his eyes open.

Although it is not a beast, it also has the courage to die in its bones, is it true that only pain can suppress the distractions of the star soul?

Han Xian didn't believe it, because he was very sure in his heart that he was very good.

He is not a beast, the real existence of the brain, although he knows that he will definitely be able to catch up with the Yin Bone, but how long will it take, those gray phantoms at the end of his gaze, if their phantoms are solidified, then the long-awaited full certainty will become completely ridiculous.

There was a hint of indifference on Shi Mo's face, in fact, he already understood that the Yin Bone and Star Soul were not the first, but there had never been a rumor of being beheaded, and he was just delusional.

Zhong Yuan, who was restless in his heart, could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and coldly floated his cheeks, his yin bones retreated, and he was destined to become a joke today.

Han Xian understood where the victory was completely certain.

Full of certainty, the thing in his belly is full of certainty, and the palm of his hand fiercely pulled out the sickle, and the thin rope wrapped around his hand.

There was pain in his eyes and a green light struggling together, but the blackness of his pupils did not carry a trace of distraction, and there were only two people left in the world at this moment, one was himself, and the other was Yin Gu.

The pain did not struggle on this pale face, the dark scythe was held in his hand, Han Xian at this moment was the real god of death, and the yin bone was already a dead soul.

The wind rises, the rope moves, and the sickle is cold.

At this moment, in Han Xian's world, he is no longer important, he has been forgotten, and there is only the black sickle in his eyes, and the black skeleton back.

They are the real same roots, the yin bones have heard the cold wind behind them, the knife of life, it is their own hard work and hard work to conceive, only to have today's power, and all this in the end is really only to achieve Han Xian, and understand themselves.

Maybe the Yin Bone can turn around and put the sickle in his hand again, how dare the frightened Yin Bone turn around and grab Han Xian's gift, and he is full of courage to fight.

Han Xian really sent it, but Yin Gu didn't dare to turn around and take it, but all this was out of his control, and the Grim Reaper would never miss.

"Poof"

The scythe of the soul locking, the opportunity to kill the soul, the scythe with Han Xian's eagerness, completed the full grasp of the cry in his heart that he shouted ten thousand times, the sorrow of the dry bones, the boiling of the black flame, the thing of the same root, it has indeed become the root of death, and the sickle is straight into the back bone.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Han Xian's roar resounded through Hengyu, and the self-deprecation in Shi Mo's eyes once again bloomed, only Zhong Yuan's eyes were shocked and dimmed.

Han Xian's excellence must not have been expected.

Because of the Yin Bone and Zhong Yuan's blind kindness, Han Xian's life was fulfilled, and at this moment, the rope of fate was mastered by Han Xian, although those eyes were densely covered with green, but the pupils were black and not lost, and he saw everything really for his own efforts, and his brain wanted to understand it better.

Clenched his hands fiercely and pulled desperately.

"Woo~~~"

The scythe of death is pierced in the backbone, and the flesh and blood can be broken, but the yin bone is also born with proud bones, how can it be easily broken, let alone fall easily.

How ridiculous fate is, it is this strong bone that has indeed become an opportunity to die.

The scythe rope not only pulled the body of the Yin Bone to stop, but also dragged Han Xian's body up, and with the power of the Yin Bone to escape, Han Xian was like a big bird, smiling proudly in the air.

At this moment, the morning light was to render a layer of darkness, and in those phantoms at the end of Han Xian's gaze, the white cold frost and manic thunder were suppressed together, and they had converged into a mouth that swallowed the sky on the dry distance city.

These Han Xian had no intention of seeing it, and Shi Mo and Zhong Yuan's eyes were bright, they both knew what it was, the anger of the 'Witch God Heaven', Shi Mo knew that it must be Han Xian who was about to succeed, but the joy did not spread on his cheeks, and he had lost his mind.

Is this a worry about the star soul, could it be the jealousy of the heavenly wealth?

The cold frost and thunder on the dry distance city were like smashing on Zhong Yuan's head, with Shi Mo's distraction, the Korean and Korean who didn't care about their lives rushed to kill first, if they cared about their lives at the moment, then they would really be dead.

What about the frost when it's cold?

What about Ray being manic?

What if Zhong Yuan is not afraid of death?

Han Xian was not afraid, because they were all far away in the sky, and at this moment, there was no sickle in their own world, and even the thin rope was discarded by themselves, only themselves, only the Yin Bone Target.

What if the night is sinking, the sun always rises, the glimmer of the early sun is warm to Han Xian's cold body, has the transparent soul tasted this warmth?

As soon as his eyes opened, he saw the warmth of the newborn, and he saw the firm belief in his heart, and the star behind the Dao Miao fluttered and swayed out of his heart.

For Han Xian, the moment he left the ground, his Chu Yang Fist broke through the shackles of the mountains, and now he was the Yang of the Summer Day in his hand.

Burn everything, purify everything.

The sun that fell from the sky, Han Xian's body was covered in cold green light, and the inaudible and invisible stars were hidden in it, and the back of the yin bone was what Han Xian's Yang wanted to burn and purify.

"Poof~"

When the claws of the giant eagle fell, Zhong Yuan could have heard the miserable sound of the flesh and blood in his heart, and when the sun smashed into the mountains, Zhong Yuan had lost the sun in his heart.

The nascent sun of the dark world can't break through such cold.

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