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What else could be so strong, with that beating heart.

From the eardrum to the brain, why is it so fresh and appropriate, and why does it break in on its own. What does it represent, the joy of victory?

Shengli Shi Mo has tasted too much, but that heartbeat never came involuntarily, what is it for, and he already has the answer in his mind.

There must be a knife hiding in this vast moonlight, and now that Zhong Yuan has chosen to give up the opportunity to ravage willfully, what else is there to assume.

Along with the heartbeat erupted with cold sweat, Shi Mo's white clothes had long been wet with sweat, how could he still maintain his dusty look, now he is like a weathered flower, although he is still strong, but the bones are completely exposed to the blade as soon as possible, and the flower pickers are destined to be ruthless.

Is this the ending perfect?

The fly in the ointment is inevitable, and what will happen in the next second will not be a trace of disobedience, and everything will be natural, because everything is arranged in advance.

Zhong Yuan thinks that he is not laughing early now, is it still possible for the fruit of glory in his eyes to fly away?

Everything in this moonlit earth is reflected in his heart, there is no half a possibility, as for why Shi Mo failed and how he was defeated, the next second will be beautiful and blooming.

Danger, he kept shouting danger in his heart, Shi Mo's eyes were very sure that Zhong Yuan, who was proud, could not make his heart so uneasy, so where was the crisis hidden.

Do you still need to guess?

Where is your biggest empty door?

Behind that unguarded will be the breakthrough point of all crises, and sure enough, the vest is attacked by a cold front.

Han Xian's dry throat forgot to swallow, the magic of the majestic shore in the air was too wonderful, and the scenes that could only happen in his mind would be so close to him.

I asked in my heart, "Can I, Han Xian, become such a man?"

I don't want to think too much, but when that question squeezes into my mind from my eyes, it is destined that Han Xian will not be able to get rid of it in this life, and he will inadvertently hover in his mind all the time.

Zhong Yuan liked Shi Mo's solemn expression too much, it was the remains of a dead man, and only a great victory could be appreciated at such a close distance with peace of mind.

Is the heart beating faster and faster, an affirmation of insight into all the dangers?

But what's the use of that, it's definitely useful to turn around in such a crisis, but will others give themselves such a chance?

Obviously, the enemy hates himself to the core, so what's the use of a strong heartbeat, declaring that it once existed, or is it a silent mourning for himself, hoping to go?

"Hey~"

What's the use of not wanting to, it's powerless to let yourself have the ability to go through the sky for the current situation, and the smile is slightly flushed.

Why is he laughing, Zhong Yuan can't figure it out even if he wants to break his head, the fun of liberation, Zhong Yuan can't detect it from those eyes, but tastes a trace of ridicule from it.

"Hmph, dying people are really hateful. Obviously, Shi Mo's smile made this happy person feel unhappy, so as to destroy the joy of victory.

"I'm tired. Shi Mo's eyes closed and quietly sank into the gentle moonlight.

"Huh. Did anyone hear that chuckle?

What is certain is that the person who was wrapped in the moonlight must have heard it, otherwise he would not have rested so comfortably.

"The Edge of the Sky.... Han Xian exclaimed involuntarily, and just a simple exclamation swallowed all the choked back in his stomach, and the shock paralyzed all the nerves.

What happened there, how did the white-bearded man appear behind Shi Mo, his eyes told Han Xian that the appearance of that person was like being detached from the moonlight, the first was countless fine spots, and the first thing to solidify was of course the most dazzling and deadly thing.

As soon as that inch of Daoguang solidified, it stabbed towards Shi Mo's back heart, Han Xian didn't want Shi Mo to die, so his eyes showed all this very slowly.

Is the old man surnamed Feng afraid that Shi Mo will notice all this?

So the knife is moving very slowly, is it still possible for Shi Mo to move?

When the old man surnamed Feng had just broken away from the moonlight, Shi Mo was trapped in layers of quagmire, his body was completely imprisoned, and he wanted to escape, it was wishful thinking, how could a person who had been lurking in the moonlight for so long make it possible for Shi Mo to escape, and when the short knife was handed out, Shi Mo thought that he would die.

Although the eyes were very peaceful, it was undeniable that there must be a trace of pain in them, because although the short knife of the old man surnamed Feng did not pierce the skin, the cold breath from the blade sealed the hot blood in his heart.

That look of pain kindly showed that life itself was powerless to keep.

"You're finally going to die, I've waited too long. Zhong Yuan was indeed very happy, so happy that he was a little dazzled, the white light flashed in front of him kindly, and this person's smile was still so pleasant.

Everything that happened now, Shi Mo knew best, and Han Xian also knew it very well.

Why everything was so sudden, why was it happening, and why was it impossible for the eyes to detect the doubts.

What was the thing that rushed into view, without too much analysis, Han Xian also knew what it was, or why, when did that sword break in, and was it also lurking in the moonlight?

The gray-bearded man had an amazing experience, and his eyes did not flash with surprise at the sudden appearance of the sword, nor did he feel disappointed by the impending defeat.

The short knife of the old man surnamed Feng did not take back, although he knew that defeat was inevitable, but he still stabbed it so unswervingly, but he wanted the tip of the knife to shatter the sword body?

"Zheng. The tip of the knife stabbed the sword body without accident, and the hot blood in Shi Mo's heart broke through the endless cold, and once again it flowed endlessly.

Disappointing and delightful sound waves slowly spread through the air.

The short knife of the old man surnamed Feng was abnormally sharp, but He Nai's long sword spitting faint white light was not ordinary.

Zhong Yuan's smile could be put away, from that glimmer of white light flashing in front of his eyes, there was a trace of uncertainty clouded his heart, when the crisp impact sound came, how could he not know what was happening, it was too clear.

How can that proud smile still be maintained, and with a roar, he was ready to rush forward and fight the old man surnamed Feng back and forth. But soon all the blood had to calm him down.

"Haha, I haven't seen Old Man Feng for a long time, you are still so sneaky and unsightly. ”

Who is it, who is speaking, this is of course Han Xian's suspicion, and his eyes hurriedly looked around, but how can there be other laughter in the empty world.

Such a voice appeared, does the old man surnamed Feng still have the face to stay behind Shi Mo, and the white beard told him very clearly that if he didn't leave now, he might have to shed his skin.

How could a person who had lived for so long be willing to take such a risk, and the condensed body turned into a little bit and slowly disappeared into the air in the moonlight.

And soon appeared beside Zhong Yuan, and the rapid breathing made the old man surnamed Feng frown.

Who is coming, Zhong Yuan knows very well, and even more clearly is that 'Shi Mo's savior is here', and it has become wishful thinking to put Shi Mo to death today. Will there be such an opportunity in the future, relying on yourself, destined to be alone.

Who it was, of course Han Xian didn't know.

Shi Mo bowed slightly to the people around him and saluted: "Uncle Ye, thank you." ”

The man nodded, and was about to say a few words when he was interrupted by a rough voice.

"Ye Mofeng is you. It turned out that the person's name was Ye Mofeng, and Zhong Yuan's roar made Han Xian below know who that person was.

How could Zhong Yuan not be angry, if there was no appearance of that sword, his future would definitely be bright, but because of Ye Mofeng's appearance, everything in his heart became a fantasy.

The enemy's anger is a very happy thing, Ye Mofeng said with a smile: "It turns out that Zhong Xiaoyou is also here, the old man and his eyes are dizzy, he didn't see it, why did he shout so loudly, could it be that there is another friend who needs to know that I am coming?" After speaking, he looked at Zhong Yuan with a pair of playful eyes, and obviously that angry and corrupt expression was very pleasant.

Zhong Yuan stared at Ye Mofeng viciously, and the electric light on his arm began to flicker violently again.

Did he want to rush up and beat the old man in front of him, if such a joyful thing really happened, it would be really difficult to say who would beat whom.

Obviously, this fire-eyed man didn't think about this, in his opinion, it's not that he can't fight, it's also two against two, and he is in an absolute advantage of his confidence.

But he considered the wrong person, the old man surnamed Feng was not so angry, and he was very clear about the situation in front of him, what was the point of fighting, the person on the other side had not moved until now, didn't it mean that they also had no certainty of victory, and the person with a gloomy fighting spirit around him had such a certainty?

I really didn't know for sure, my right hand was raised calmly and gently put on Zhong Yuan's shoulder: "General." Those wolf-like eyes quickly locked onto the old man surnamed Feng.

It takes a certain amount of courage to be stared at by such a person, and it is obvious that the old man surnamed Feng has such an ability, and his eyes without any waves clearly convey what he thinks.

Being able to be a general, although crazy, does not mean that Zhong Yuan is a brainless person.

"Hmph. His right hand was raised.

Ye Mofeng looked at all this with a smile.

Zhong Yuan opened his hand and sucked at the ground below, and an object in the pool of flesh and blood on the ground quickly flew towards Zhong Yuan, how could he still have the face to stay, and with a flick of his sleeve, he swept towards the dry distance city.

The old man surnamed Feng glanced at Shi Mo slightly, and there was no sadness on his face: "Hey." With a sigh in his heart, he also left the battlefield.

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