Where do you live?

Loess high slopes?

In a dream.

It's a city wall made of blue bricks, and you can't imagine that one day it will crumble like a majestic mountain, and it will become a slope.

So what color is this slope?

There is the swinging spirit of the loess high slope, and the singing is loud and endless?

Does sound count?

If there is a sound, it can be understood as a song, the loess high slope is the vast color of the land of virtue, but now the slope in front of me, the city wall crumbled into a slope, after a few moments, after the arrival of the black dragon guard, after the arrival of the demon clan of various colors, the blue bricks and rubble became a flesh and blood flying soul field.

Sons and daughters of heroes, have you ever seen a white waterfall?

Thousands of miles rushing and catharsis down, a leap, a jump, the water is white to the warm, white to the extreme, this is magnificent, beautiful, good-looking.

But sons and daughters of heroes, have you ever seen the red of a waterfall of blood?

The water rushes for thousands of miles as if it came from the sky, but what about the blood of men and demons?

The blood and veins of the body are long and winding, and there is no difference between the rivers of thousands of miles, but when the blood rushes out of the body, there is indeed no enthusiasm for holy water, and there is no indomitable flow of water.

Regret it.

The blood was spread on the hillside and it was a regret, and the moment they were released and rushed out, they knew that this world was so cold.

It's greedy.

It's murderous.

It was too ferocious and greedy to steal the only pitiful temperature of the blood, and regretted it, and all the blood was regretted the moment it rushed out of its body.

But fate is merciless.

Heaven loves reincarnation.

When you die, you should still be reincarnated with anger, and use your anger and complaints to pray that the fate of the next life will not be so ruthless, and that you will be finished in this life.

Black.

Black is the dragon armor guard of Guan Hanning.

They were dressed in black armor, and they stood on the windy hillside so majestic, so god-like, but under the background of the blood on the ground, their black was so lonely.

And the color of the demon clan is indeed so strong, the convergence of various colors, the demon color of the blood is firmly stepped on the soles of the feet without leaking a trace.

Wind.

The demon clan is rushing up the hillside with a fierce cold wind.

The people who blow are shaking, and even the people who blow are trembling, they are still fighting bravely, not taking a step back, even if the blood is drained and drained, their bodies have not taken a step back.

A body.

Bricks and bricks, this hillside is getting higher and higher, and the blood is getting thicker and thicker, but the wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Life, paper thin.

The blood basin of the demon clan is wide open, and the human head is chewed and digested, and the human life is paper-thin, the sharp claws of the demon clan are cold, and the murderous heart shatters all life, and the human life is paper-thin.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

The demon clan kills, and people are also killing, this flesh and blood wall is so high, and the merits in it are naturally part of the demon clan's dedication.

When the spear arrives, the demon clan dies.

When the long knife arrives, the demon clan is dead.

The broken body of this flesh and blood wall demon is also a brick, life is as thin as paper, human life is as thin as paper, the wind blows away, and the demon is not much better, it is also a straw in the wind, and I don't know where the end will be.

"Kill~!"

Take the lead and kill.

Pioneer killing.

Fight across the river and kill.

The first, the first striker, Han Xian stood at the forefront, killing bravely, his face was cold, his face was blood-stained, without a trace of color, the person seemed to have become a puppet, without expression color, he could only numbly swing the knife and slash hard.

Han Xian seemed to be stupid.

The black dragon guard who belonged to Guan Hanning around him was withering more and more, not noticing a trace or touching a trace.

Han Xian seemed to be stunned.

The black dragon guards who belonged to Guan Hanning around him were all turned into city wall bricks and buried under their feet, and no one was spared, at this moment, the blood flower was the most bewitching, but he didn't notice it, he didn't feel it.

He is red, like the most beautiful flower in the wind.

Yan is alone.

Xiang is also me.

I am also the only one on the Great Wall of flesh and blood, on the slope of this flesh and blood, I am alone in the hunting wind, and my body is straight and straight.

So.

You are so abrupt, you naturally blow the wind.

You are so conspicuous, you naturally attract demons to kill.

"Roar~!"

Under the slopes of the demon clan of various colors in the long roar, there were beasts, heroic beasts, it was covered in blood, it fluttered its wings and opened its bloody mouth and pounced on Han Xian, who was a little stupid and a little stupid.

"Kill~!"

Killing starts with blood-stained eyes, cold, that is, it can't be called stupid with coldness, coldness out of the fighter's hand swings a knife, blood smears all over the cheeks, coldness starts from it, and the cold fighter swings a knife to kill the demon.

Beast, you'd better lie down.

The head of the demon comes.

Han Xian's knife came.

The head of the Heroic Demon stopped, everything in it stopped, and the aerial knife flashed, flashing through this side of the throat, flashing out of the other side of the throat.

Bloody, the demon knife is already bloody.

Bloody, the head rolled down and the throat gushed blood, the city wall was adding a broken body, the waterfall was adding a source and pouring water.

Kill one.

Is that the end of it? Is it so chilling?

"Roar, roar, roar~~!"

At this moment, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing urgently, one after another three breaks, the demon rises, the demon comes down from the mountain, you dare to poke your head, so kill.

The knife is raised, cut, and instantly there is any color, red, white, black.

But after the slash released all kinds of colors, it did jump up, and the demon rose, and it was going to come up.

'You'd better get down for me.' ’

In front of him, he punched out, right at the door of the central entrance, fighting cattle across the mountain, and suddenly all the important organs inside became a mass of crumpled tofu dregs, killing one.

The surge does not stop.

The demon came up, and this time it stood firm, its entire body standing on the hillside where it was alone.

This is my place, you dare to come, I guard this place, and the demons who dare to board this place are all trampled into bricks by themselves, if you don't give me a roll, I will send you out.

How could it resist with a kick to send this demon roll, in the blink of an eye, it rolled into a warm and desolate blood mist.

"Kill!"

Can the enemy be afraid?

The waves don't stop.

The demon is an endless wave of demons, this hillside made of flesh and blood is blind, the demon is still rushing up, they look at the big fat pigs and big fat chickens trembling in the city and are already hungry and red-eyed, they step on human blood, and they have already killed red-eyed.

I am brave.

The knife in his hand fell and the head of a demon was cracked, a demon died, and he punched out, shattering the heart of the demon clan, and he was doing a demon death, and he flew up and kicked the demon to fly, and he was doing a demon death.

magpie in between.

Cleanly, kill the three demons.

But after he killed the three monsters cleanly, there were dozens of demons on the hillside where he was the only one.

Here they are.

They're still coming up.

People were angry, people roared, Han Xian looked at his eyes, his face was white with blood, his mouth roared, and his lips trembled: "You guys get out of my way~~!"

Roaring is the time to kill.

Roar is when the demon sword is bloody.

The two divide the light, share the glory and disgrace, the color of the withered glory, the starlight flashes warmly and warmly converges with the prosperous and prosperous light, killing a piece in front of you, and the starlight is cold and dead and dotted with the cold and withered death light, killing a piece in front of you.

"Hiss~!"

Whoever can block it, which demon can block it.

The two pieces of light flashed, and there was only one person on this slope, and as for the demons, they became the souls of the dead under their feet, the bricks of flesh and blood, and died.

Do you have the cold, do you dare to come?

"Roar~!"

The earth shook, the bewitching faces rose, and the red-eyed beasts came up again, and they came up, this time not one, not three, not a dozen, but a pile of good pieces.

So is the fist still useful, is the flying leg still useful, and is the demon knife in the hand still useful?

"Rifeng~!"

Han Xian directly gave up all the existences that seemed useful, and the starlight mixed with the Sunfront Pisces Mill Disc and strangled out, and in the blink of an eye, the hundreds of demons on the hillside became the beans on their own mills, crushing you.

"Whew~!"

The sun moves, the sun moves, the sun moves and the sun moves.

But the sun was not moving, and in this blood-colored starlight, there were indeed too many black and white colors, and they were blocking it.

"Haha~!"

It smiled, Candle Yin smiled, its eyes fell on its face coldly, and said proudly: "My hero, I want to see you kill, I want to see you kill with knives, punches, and feet, but I don't want to see you kill like this, hehe~!"

Rifeng field.

The last reliance has become an offsetting existence, so what else can you rely on?

"Roar~!"

Listening to the demon roar, shocking the eye sockets, and cracking the pupils, just in the middle of this sound, just when his pupils were still in horror, a pair of big horns had already broken in.

Goblin.

Its horns wanted to kill itself, and it wanted to knock itself down the hill.

How is it possible, how can I agree, the demon knife is crossed, blocked, and it is dead against the horns of the big horn of the demon beast, and I will block it.

"Whew, whew, whew~~!"

Auditory breathing three disorders.

Listening to the wind three hurriedly, it is the three consecutive movements under his feet, this is retreating, this is being forced to retreat by the big horn in front of him, the person has reached the edge of the cliff, and his life has reached the end of his life.

Taking a step back, below are the cliffs.

Taking a step back, below is the Extremely Evil Chill.

After taking a step back, I rolled down the hill, and the demons kicked up the hill, and we were finished, and my world was dark.

"Ah~~!"

Die, I don't want to, I'm still alive, I still want to struggle, I still want to fight again.

"Kill~!"

People are brave, squeeze the only Dao power of the star map, people are brave, burning the essence of life, I am fighting bravely, the brave Han Xian suddenly pushed, the courage of the sky, he actually pushed the demon away, praying for the sky to see, the homeopathic demon knife begged to kill the demon under the knife.

"Whew~!"

Passing by, the voice is whirring.

The day is insensitive.

"Whew~!"

The blade is empty, the demon knife is empty, this time I didn't cut off the demon's head, but what about myself, under the knife swinging away, the footsteps are vain, the footsteps are staggering, and the body is actually planted forward.

Has it fallen?

"Poof~!"

Blood is flying in my mouth, the demon knife is pestle, the blood in my mouth is still hot, my heart is still beating, I still breathe, I am still alive, I am not dead.

But can you, the groveling of the backbone of the sword and pestle, still fight, and continue to kill?

The wind is bleak.

The wind is passing through people, and people are easy to cold.