Sound is the voice of a person. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A sound is a sound that only one person can hear.

This person is Han Xian himself, and it is Han Xian himself who hears his proud voice.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand poked out, and the arrow on the ground was shot by himself at that time, and it was stained with blood in the past, and now Han Xian picked it up.

When it is to let it taste the anxiety of blood at once.

The short knife was hidden, and the strong bow in his hand was revealed, and it was immediately done in one go, and his eyes were sharp into light, and this light translucent edge was nailed to the unicorn's back first.

'Oh, shoot it in the spine, in penetrating the skull from the spine, and thus understand it. ’

The thought of the heart is the brain's decision to think wildly.

Is this the beauty of thinking, and is it possible to do this?

"Absolutely. ”

Han Xian, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth, was affirming the crazy idea in his heart, and he was even more convinced that his hands could carry this crazy idea.

'Heh~~. ’

Looking forward, you can't see too much, and looking forward, you can't see the subtle waning moon shape of the hard bow in your hand like a full moon.

"Huh~~. ”

The arrow flies, and the bow makes the waning moon.

The rampant heart is to be deceived too much, and the rampant heart is to remember the glory of the past, what can be done, what can be done, please Han Xian, you must know that it is just the past.

Now, right now, are you okay?

"Yes!"

As if hearing it, Han Xian's mouth actually really made a sound, looking at the unicorn's back proudly, as for his own arrow, it would definitely be able to answer what he thought in his heart.

Penetrates through the spine, penetrates through the skull.

"Heh, perfect. ”

In the admiration of laughter, the flying arrow, which Han Xian had high hopes for, finally lived up to his expectations, and the success came, and its edge was cold and cold.

Han Xian's eyes should be that all this is the same as before.

No, maybe it's a little hotter now, because I'm growing. ’

The flying arrow, which lived up to his expectations, was working hard to complete Han Xian's high hopes, and as accurate as ever, Feng Leng was already close to the unicorn's back.

"Poof~~. ”

Enchanting explosion.

The blood flowers are blooming and bright red.

"Hiss~~. ”

The air is cold when you see blood, but when you see the cold air with blood, there is indeed Han Xian's teeth hidden.

"Hmph~~~. ”

I saw a cold snort in his mouth again, but this time, anyone could hear it, this cold was mocking himself, and at this moment, the proud eyes were almost split.

I can't believe everything.

Han Xian smiled and saw that the flying arrows had unmistakably pierced into the unicorn's backbone, and everything was as he thought in his heart, waiting for the flying arrows to disappear into his body and come out of his skull through his throat.

Will this wait a long time?

"Heh~~. ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, which did not make Han Xian move for a long time, and it was true that the flying arrow was inserted into the unicorn's backbone, but from the beginning of insertion, it ended quickly and dimly.

Stopped, the Flying Bolt stopped shuttling.

It didn't come out of the skull, let alone through the throat, and it couldn't even sink the whole arrow into the spine.

It hurts to stick a sharp arrow into your body.

This pain is expelling the tenacity of the other life, and the unicorn hooves are running into a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a blurred back.

"Huh~~. ”

The atmosphere in his mouth is a slight breath, his teeth are sincere, the anger in his heart is non-stop, he doesn't believe or want to believe everything in front of him, and it is more that this young arrogant heart is unwilling to believe this.

"Hmph~~. ”

In the cold hum now, Han moved first.

When the body moves, it is to crouch down and grab a sharp arrow on the ground at one time, and when the body moves, it is the same as before, and it instantly becomes an afterimage, and the action is like a ghost.

Blink.

The unicorn's back is clear again.

At this moment, Han Xian's face was absolutely cold, there was no trace of other color on it, his feet were not stopping, the bow in his hand was open, and the arrows were dazzling.

There are still too many things that are not far from the heart.

This time Han Xian was not covered, but this time his heart still did not pay attention to his hands, and he still pointed directly at the unicorn's body and head.

Guided by the gaze, the looming is the landing point of his arrow.

"Hum~~. ”

The strings trembled, and the arrows flew into arrows.

The feet did not stop, and Han Xiancheng followed closely.

How can people catch up with the arrow, but the gaze that has been waiting for a long time is indeed possible, and in the gaze, the flying arrow has come as desired, and the accuracy is still the same as before.

"Absolutely. ”

This is a whisper, a whisper that appears from Han Xian's mouth, and a whispered prayer.

"Ding~~. ”

What was that?

It's so strange, what you see with your eyes is the real strangeness, Han Xian, you should remember that this scene has appeared in your life, and it is not far away.

On the other side of the jungle in my eyes, this scene was staged.

The sharp arrow couldn't penetrate the unicorn's rough skin, and the sharp arrow was directly blown away by its rough skin.

"Heh~~. ”

How ridiculous this is, Han first laughed until he gritted his teeth, and he didn't want to, didn't want to, didn't want to, couldn't believe everything in front of him.

"Ah~~~. ”

This world finally resurfaced with the angry roar of people.

Angry as before.

The sorrow is the same as before.

Is this roar a sign that the unicorn can escape into the jungle and fly high and steal peace?

The cowardly, the one who goes against his will, the 'Qi' who controls the underworld doesn't want it to continue to live, it deserves to die, and Han Xian thinks the same.

Heaven borrowed Han to kill people first, except for the rebels.

The feet are non-stop, and they are still as light as a swallow.

Han Xian became a bloodthirsty god of death at one time, the bow was weak and could only retreat, the short knife in his hand was in the Cheng Demon Leng Mingfeng, and his body was in the Cheng Flying Bird.

Claws emerge, prey in front of eyes, under claws.

The body landed.

Han Xian held the short knife tightly in his hand, and the sound of the unicorn's breathing exploded in his ears, and the bright color flashed, and he rode the unicorn under his crotch at one time.

And this time, people are no longer flesh and blood.

When the body fell, that is, when the knife fell, the short blade pierced the blood and flowers, the blood was like fire, and it was bewitching and beating, and it was burning in Han Xian's hands.

"Roar~~~. ”

Alive.

This life made the despair that was almost clasped on Han Xian's head, the short knife was completely submerged in the unicorn's body, but the short knife was too short, and the Dao power on the knife really couldn't destroy the unicorn's vitality.

It's certainly alive.

'Come down. ’

'Come down. ’

This roar was an audible roar, Han Xian heard the unicorn's scream, and even felt the anger caused by this scream on the hands holding the knife.

The unicorn jumped violently, leaping in the hope that Han Xian could be thrown off his body.

Ride?

How can this still be called riding, at this moment, Han Xian is just holding the knife with both hands holding the knife and insisting on not letting himself fall, and his ten fingers are tightly clasped on the hilt.

Don't let go into the only belief.

This belief is very clear, and letting go represents your own failure.

Failure can mean death.

"Hiss~~. ”

What is self-inflicted death, this is easy to understand, Han Xian is very difficult, he is powerless to kill this strange and tall unicorn, but its own beating is indeed 'killing' itself into a dead end.

The word 'kill,' jumped, leaped, and it was the unicorn's own body that was moved.

The word 'kill,' unleashed the unicorn's own blood.

This 'killing' word incision is a little bit of incision on the basis of Han Xian's refusal to let go, the beginning of a gap, the continuation of a big opening, and then the end of the entire spine being broken.

"Boom~~. ”

It's over, it's stopped, and the unicorn's eyes dim to herald the end of its life.

"Huhu~~~. ”

The throat is like a bellows, and the roar that pulls the vocal cords is seen in the hiss, and the lungs are almost gasped, and the flush of the face is the red that covers the blood.

But I succeeded.

A group of Ansheng did not let go of all of them, and the entire unicorn herd was thrown into hell by himself.

"Heh~~. ”

The teeth moved, Han Xian was making a smile, this was forcing a smile, this was the smile that Han Xian wanted to make in his heart with his eyebrows and eyes upturned, but at the beginning of the smile, it was annihilated in the pale nature of the same face as the dullness of the blood on his face.

If you want to laugh and be happy, you are completely diluted and disrupted by the breath.

The panting at this moment made the spine unable to straighten, and the bow was almost bent into a shrimp, and the vocal cords were already salivating and blood-red when pulled by breathing.

It's as if they're going to go with the unicorn and go to the place of rest.

"Ah~~. ”

This place rises and falls, and the sorrow echoes in the sky at a time, this sorrow is still Han Xian's roar, in the roar, Han Xian struggled to stand up straight, and even more courageously suppressed the burning breath in his throat.

May I?

People are doing it!

Did it work?

People are doing it, Han first successfully straightened his spine, but the breath that echoed in his throat was still being strong in the intermittent suppression.

I want to suppress it.

Thinking too much, it is indeed a dull powerlessness to be able to do it.

Han Xian didn't give up forbearance, but the scorching sweet breath in his throat didn't give up being strong.

When he stood up straight, his eyes drifted into the jungle, where he had come, and he had come here from the depths of the mist.

At the other end of the jungle is a swaddling green and soft world.

People who look at it like this and think like this are missing the warm world on that side, and do they want to devote themselves to it again and comfortably fall into the swaddling clothes of their childhood?

How long have you been looking?

I don't know.

I can know that in this long-term anticipation, the burning breath that tore at my throat has slowly calmed down.

In the calm, Han Xian's head shook slightly, as if he was doing negation, and his body turned around directly in the denial.

'Man, husband, when you stride forward, as for the back, it is better to keep the memory to remember. ’

The eyes are ahead, and the feet are following the guidance of the purpose, step by step to do a minute and step forward firmly, 'Qi' is a magical place.

Just when Han Xian turned around, the blood that once filled his eyes was as if it had never appeared, and even the minced meat and soil on the ground had completely evaporated, and Lang Lang was the clarity of the sky.

It's the magic of this place.

This is the magic wind that completely destroys all filth here.

Han Xian's footsteps stepped on the soft ground, and in front of him was a slightly floating dirt slope, but this slight lifting did successfully provide a natural barrier for too many scenes.

The face is raised, and when I see the sky, this dirt slope is the only way for me to move forward, and at this moment, the demon red in full swing is really highlighted at the top of the slope.

What is it?

It is the color of flowing fire, like the face left by the sun.