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Words in the mouth, body in return.

"Kill. ”

Roaring in the sky.

Wan Lang roared, and the power roared to the sky.

It was Yu Ce who all spoke with Han Xian, and made a promise to His Majesty the Emperor of the Moon Kingdom who bowed down to kill the enemy, and everyone would be afraid of death, as long as it was human.

But now Han Xian.

Now the 100,000 good sons and daughters behind Han Xian will not allow themselves to die in fear of death.

"Whew~~. ”

Han Xian turned around and saw the Yuce brothers behind him, all of them were looking at him, what they saw was to remember their faces from the bottom of their hearts, but they really couldn't remember the appearance of each of them.

Wind~~.

The wind whistling carried the scorching heat of each of the hundred thousand sons and the calmness of each person, and it completely covered Han Xian's body in the wind.

In the wind, from now on the same life, resist the wind.

In the rain, a lifetime from now on, against the rain.

From the moment Han Xian received the Tiger Talisman in the hands of Chu Xin, the Emperor of the Moon Kingdom, he was destined to have no choice, he had to live and die with these strange faces in front of him to fight for the last drop of blood for the Moon Kingdom behind him.

The wind is still the wind.

At this moment, the wind is cold with Jin Ge, and everyone holds Ge, and the wind is echoing with a cold killing in Jin Ge that covers the sky and the sun.

The wind, the sound of the wind.

The wind was endless, and in the midst of this wind came a familiar voice.

Neigh.

It was the neighing of a fierce horse echoing in the air, and it stopped suddenly, and a black horse with no trace of variegated on its body flew in front of Han Xian.

"Whew~~. ”

Move under your feet.

Han Xian's feet moved, and he made a leap in his body, jumped in one step, and flew on the horse.

The color of the armor is the ruthlessness of man.

Han Xian, his eyes did not look back to see the color of the emperor, and his eyes did not look back to see the color of the beauty on the high platform, his eyes were pointing to the sky, where was his own battlefield, even if he was taking a souvenir behind him, he had to say goodbye.

"Drive~~. ”

Han Xian shouted in his mouth, dismounted his crotch and understood, and the four hooves galloped wildly from before the armies ran after the armies, and the same brothers never had a distinction between front and back.

Han Xian.

Lead the way.

Checkmate.

The first edge.

Han Xian proudly became the first edge of the Yuce Army, the heart, the first to charge into battle, the heart, the first to overcome difficulties, and the first to kill the enemy.

Is this a general?

Can all those who think like this in their hearts become a qualified general?

The so-called qualified or unqualified everything is the opinion and thought of others, and what Han Xian is thinking about at this moment is how to bring back these 100,000 good sons and daughters who were brought out by himself intact.

How is it?

Intact?

There is one thing that Han Xian should be clear.

Life and death in the world are always cruel, who can cut off whose life, who can sentence whom's death, and I hope that I can bring back a lot of these people in front of me.

But there are too few things that are full of joy in the world, and I have never encountered something perfect.

"Whew~~. ”

Or the wind.

Han Xian is the first striker.

Listening to the footsteps of the fierce horses behind him, listening to the sound of the wind passing by him, his chest is burning in it, and he is also calmly whispering in it.

The general meaning is determined to move forward.

On the high platform, it is to witness the dusty gathering of this moment, and it is not easy to get together, who would have thought that after a short reunion, it has become a parting again.

How long will it be?

Rong Ruo's eyes could see Han Xian's back in the dusty dust that could be separated from the horse's step, and he couldn't help but whisper and ask, "When will you return?"

Ask?

Han Xian, who had no regrets and was moving forward firmly, seemed to hear Rong Ruo's question in his heart.

He replied in a whisper, "I'll be back." ”

That's all the back can answer, and that's all the promises Han Xian can give, as for when he can come back, when the enemy is killed, but after the king's business?

The enemy is inexhaustible.

The king's affairs can never be clean.

When will people return?

People don't know, and heaven doesn't know!

Covering the sky and the sun, it was Han Xian's back that was completely shadowed, and he was completely submerged at the end of his gaze, and Rong Ruo whispered: "Wait for you, wait for you when you return, we." ”

We?

This 'we' Han couldn't hear it at first.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, the sound of the horse stepping on the wind, the sound of the wind sweeping the cold front, this chaotic sound is the supreme triumphant, at this moment Han Xian led the Yu Ce Army is marching forward with high triumphant achievements.

Wear the stars and the moon.

Catch the stars and catch the moon.

Han Xian, who was working day and night, wanted to lure Yu Ce's army somewhere.

The night was dark, but at this moment, Han Xian's eyes saw the bleakness of the black, the coldness of the black, and the deep knots of dark clouds, and this endless rush was like self-immolation and rushing to hell.

Where is it?

Where is still the land of the moon, there is still the land of the land of the moon.

This dark and bleak place is a place where Han Xian can't hide from going around, he has come, he has walked before, and now he has no regrets to move forward at one time.

Weishan!

In this place, Han first chose to leave without caring about himself, and now he is indeed jumping into the fire pit with all his might.

There is right in front of you.

There's not much to go from there.

Han Xianmu's coldness was seeing, and this seeing was easy to find out that Weishan was different from the day he left.

The black is still the black constructed by the remnants of the mist.

What about the changes?

The obvious simplicity is. The resentment is even stronger.

This is a strong growth, from his departure to the present, only a few days, but the depth of the fog of resentment is visible and obvious, as thick as a thick.

At that time, there used to be a large array left over from the red line in Weishan, but the resentment could not be revealed, but now it is different, those lonely souls and wild ghosts can be derived at will in the roaring gathering.

This derivation is like a flood, crushing away inch by inch.

"Hmph~~. ”

Seeing this, Han Xian couldn't help but snort lightly and said, "I should have killed you that day, so as to prevent today's troubles, hehe~~." ”

Abrupt.

Just as Han Xian snorted coldly, a smile of anticipation actually crept up, and he whispered out of his mouth, "Since you have been left until now, you should also do me a favor." ”

Help?

How can it help?

Who did Han Xian want to help him?

Weishan, who else is in it, there is still the most fundamental thief in it, the hot man who has been trapped in the grave until now, the Zuo Mu who survived in the grave until now, the only emperor in the world ten thousand years ago, did Han first pin his hopes on him?

"Hehe~~. ”

A smile floated on his face, as if he was happy in his heart.

The eyes are dark, and the light color is dim.

What are they?

These are the suns rising at one time, fighting for their own land.

The stars and the moon finally ushered in the color of the sun, will it be three points of beauty?

In what I saw, every point of morning glow in the past was beautiful, but only at this moment, Han Xianwei didn't dare to say a beautiful word for the xia he saw.

The light penetrates into the darkness.

It is a blur that cannot be seen.

The sunlight spilled into this resentful fog had long been deprived of warmth and turned cold, and now, as Han Xian continued to advance, even the color of the sun was going to be removed.

"Whew~~. ”

Han Xianmeng tightened the reins, pulled the horse under his crotch to stop, and as soon as he raised his hand, the 100,000 Jiafu who followed closely behind him understood, ordered and forbidden, and all of them stopped advancing.

The starry eyes lit up, sweeping through the black fog in front of them.

Han Xian's face was cold, and he whispered softly: "You are greedy enough, so many lives have been filled in, you have already ingested so much, don't you want to stop?"

Whispered cold questions, answered silently.

What you see in front of you seems to be unchanged, but the black fog you see in your eyes changes all the time, they remain like hearts, and in contractions, they magnify greed.

In this world, there has always been a great legend in the tomb of Weishan.

Now, as the black fog magnifies, it is inevitable that this legend will be on the rise again, and the greedy will be guided by the rich legend, and the people who are eager to take risks in order to become stronger are also fascinated by the wonder of the legend.

They all stepped in.

Harvest.

Some of those people have had a harvest.

Those colorful harvests that have been amplified because of the broken blood, word of mouth is to further stimulate the greed of people's hearts, and to stimulate the hearts that already want to be stronger, and inevitably, people go in.

Only a few of those people will survive to make it out.

To what extent have these few people reached?

Ten rooms and five emptiness!

There are ten rooms and five empty rooms in the moon country.

Inside, I don't know how many souls have been filled in this black fog, the depression of the Moon Country, it is like experiencing a great war across the country and becoming a lonely soul for thousands of miles, and it is like experiencing a plague sprinkled by death, thousands of miles into a red land, and the sound of wailing and crying fills every inch of corner.

And now.

The resentment is still magnifying, and the wonderful things that are circulating outside are more and more colorful in the legend, which is further stimulating people's hearts, evil is born from the guts, and the intention is from the heart.

There will be many, too many people coming to try their luck.

Ask: Who dares to compare luck with the Grim Reaper?

Failure is the only way.

So they died, and this death began with the tragedy of the death of one or two people, and now it has long since come to an end, and it has become just a number.

Death has become a vague statistic.

But without stopping, even this number was blown up, even Yueguo didn't know how many people had passed, and even Yueguo didn't know how many people had been filled in this Weishan.

"Huh~. ”

The sound of teeth cutting, gritting his teeth, Han Xian whispered in his mouth, "It's time to finish." ”

"Whew~~. ”

In the midst of the sound, Han Xian turned around abruptly, swept the armor behind him, raised the tiger talisman high in his hand, roared in his mouth, and said, "Formation!"

"Hum~~. ”

The light trembled, and the light of the tiger talisman in Han Xian's hand lit up violently, and the light dispersed into bright colors, drifting and falling on the body of every soldier in the armor.

"Whew~~. ”

Explosions.

Lots of light and shadow.

Everyone in the Yu Ce army carried a little light, and with Han Xian's 'formation' order, the light instantly became a meteor that converged into a rolling torrent and went towards the periphery of Wei Mountain.

Such as floods.

It was the meteors that converged to form a flood, and Han Xian did not move to feel where the flood was surrounding, and the two sides slowly converged in the rolling flow.

See the beginning and see the end.

"Hum~~. ”

From the moment the end was connected, the tiger talisman in Han Xian's hand suddenly shook with light, and in an instant, an enchantment like the sky was horizontally buckled on Wei Mountain.

Suddenly, the black fog around Han Xian's side swept away, it had been a long time, I don't know how long it had been left by the sun here, in the struggle, the sun finally regained his land with the help of Han Xianyu's army, and now there is the Tiger Fu Great Array Enchantment, and the color of the sun can finally comfort here again.

Dusky yellow.

Bright silver.

The feather armor smeared by the sun is even more domineering.

With a sudden pride on his face, Han Xian swept around, and whispered in his mouth: "The Moon Kingdom is blocking this place, and anyone who wants to enter Weishan must pass my pass first." ”