Amazed.

For some people, staring at the calm air is destined to be torture, not to mention the rather eerie quiet air, which undoubtedly means torture on torture.

But he didn't want to leave.

Look, look, look.

Stare, stare, stare.

The night shadows seen by the eyes were far more than the figures of Han Xiantong and Shaohao.

Because the two of them stopped, and they stopped the magic of the means so that too many people in Yingdu City were blinded and couldn't see anything.

After all, they are all ordinary people.

But anyone who looks ordinary must have extraordinary dreams in his heart.

"Hehe~!"

Some people laugh, the person who laughs must want to express his greatness and extraordinariness to others, in the long dark night, he seems to be a little happy when he laughs, and he nods in the smile.

Then soon the staring people around him were alarmed by him.

The curious look asked curiously, and the worried look naturally asked worriedly: "I don't know what you're laughing at, brother, has already seen through the battle and knows who loses and who wins, brother, is it Han Xian who won, big brother, is General Han Xian winning?"

How nervous.

What a hurry.

I thought about it so much.

In Yingdu City, everyone fantasizes that Han Xian can win, because as long as he wins, their lives, their homes, and their relatives can be preserved, which is everyone's expectation.

"Hehe~!"

But in the face of this ardent expectation, the laughing man did still laugh and nodded, but he also spoke, and said: "Have you heard of this virtuous brother, it is rumored that the gods who cultivate immortals can consciously fight, I think the peace between General Han Xian and the demon must be like this now." ”

This?

The meaning revealed between the lines is all what you think.

"Hmph~!"

Listening to the words, listening to the opinions, the curious and worried snorted coldly, what is the use of thinking, it seems that the world is the most powerless.

"Brother Xian, I think you are an idler." ’

"Whew~!"

The people who do good things here say that the divine consciousness is all kinds of strange and bizarre battles, and there is finally a spark over there, and Han Xian and Shaohao are fighting together again.

The same enemy.

It's destined to be won or lost, but why is there such a long delay?

Are you looking for a flaw?

'Hehe~!'

The wind blew, it was the wind that was laughing, because the ubiquitous wind knew what it was for, it saw trembling lips from the flow of Han Xian's cheeks, and when the wind swept over Shao Hao's cheeks, it also saw the quivering corners of his eyes at one time.

What is this for?

It hurts.

If it weren't for the face, if it wasn't for the fact that they didn't want to lose their aura, they would definitely not stop rubbing their palms, their hands could stop, but the pain in their flesh couldn't stop.

So tacitly, it's just right to be quiet.

"Whew~!"

The wind is slow, people breathe, demons also breathe, panting is calm, so pick up your arms and continue to go up, continue to build, continue to kill.

"Bang~!"

The sound and light are intense, creating a magnificent sound.

Fists are dotted with fists.

From Shao Hao's mouth: 'From the first sword pavilion, to the second, when Tu, in the third, Danxun, in the fourth, Yiwang' where is this going, is this going to heaven?

Beat up.

The palms of the flesh fly.

Han first went from fists to palms, from elbows to feet and knees, from legs and feet to flying kicks and kicks in various forms.

Up and down, inch by inch.

"Whew~~!"

The wind blows Xiaoxiao, and the people and demons retreat at the same time.

But this time the separation is not autonomous, they are all sent by each other enthusiastically, and their methods of sending each other are still very strikingly similar.

Legs.

A flying kick.

The landing point is the same, right in the arms, and the demon flies with the people.

"Whew~!"

The wind continued to blow, and the man and the demon stood in the air at the same time, calm, and saw the strange silence coming, and they seemed to be looking at each other again.

"Whew~!"

When the wind blew, you could see the corners of Han Xian's mouth trembling even more, and you could also see Shao Hao's eyes twitching more enthusiastically, intimate contact.

Fist position inch to flesh.

The elbow was on the knee.

The legs and feet kicked the chest, the skin and flesh were tortured, and it hurt to hit anyone, mortals know pain, and gods are no exception, because it is the gods who fight, and this pain is not something that Han Xiantong Shaohao can endure. It's all because it really hurts, because each of them wants to put the other person to death, so it's very hard, so they can't suppress their grinning.

"Huh~!"

Tooth incision.

His teeth were tightly closed, he bit hatefully, and roared in his heart: 'Demon, are you willing to fight with me.' ’

"Hehe~~!"

Hearing the demon knife laughing, it must have bothered its waist with a smile, and said, "Aren't you strong? You didn't think of me until now?"

Laughing and turning cold, the demon knife said: "Why not, the fairy road fights together, and kills this little ghost first." ”

"Hiss~!"

Listening to the sound, the air scratches the blood moon, and the person grabs the palm in his hand.

But the same pain also created the same sound, Han Xian's side blood moon moved, people held the demon knife in their hands, and Shao Hao's side had seen the clear moon shadow sparkling light, like the shape of water, and the blade and sword body rippled and swayed.

Gaze.

Looking at each other, their gaze flowed from Shao Hao's face to its water long sword, and similarly, its gaze also flowed from its own face to the edge of the demon sword.

"Whew~!"

Listening to the wind, it was like an order.

"Kill~!"

The ripples of the water here moved, Shao Hao raised his sword and entered the battlefield, the blade of the sword was sharp forward, making a thorn, and roared in his mouth: "Break the water," the tip of the sword is as cold as water.

A little shadow.

But it seems to have gathered hundreds of thousands, or even millions of drops of water through the stone, the stabbing of this sword is so terrifying, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Demon, are we chopping or chopping?"

Is it an inquiry?

Does Han Xian really care about the demon's opinion?

Not at all, when I asked each other in my heart, I was already holding a knife in my hand, and what I did was not chopping or chopping.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

Shao Hao came from the tip of the sword, so he naturally came out of the point of the knife, and the blood became a little, and the extreme demon red of this little bit was flowing with a slightly light and good-looking color.

It was the power of the stars, and after the pain in his fists and feet, Han Xian finally pinned his hopes on it.

Just ask, who is strong and who is weak.

"Keng~!"

Compared with the sharp sword and the sword, everything is still in an instant, even the flowing air has stopped, point to point, intertwined and interlocking in one place, is this another time, the old love of the world and the earth are dead?

No way.

"Keng~!"

Listening to a chirp.

"Uh~!"

But in the trembling of this blade, there was indeed a stunned face of horror, and whose shock and whose horror was this?

The ultimate point.

The blood-colored bewitching, but after a confused trembling, the blood-colored enchantment became a confused bewitching that pierced the darkness of the sky, flashing through the sky and not being beautiful.

There is no doubt that this is the confusion of being shaken away, the color of blood naturally comes from the demon knife in Han Xian's hand, and it is precisely the demon knife in his hand that is bounced away by shock.

How can I not be shocked.

How can you not be stunned.

You know, the strength of this sword is what you have high hopes for, and it is mixed with the power of starlight, but now it seems that they have been broken through as if they are absolutely defensive.

Defense?

Star, how can it be defense, he uses it on the sword, what he hides is the means to kill demons, but who thinks about it, in the end, he can't even do defense.

This makes me feel embarrassed.

This demon is not simple, isn't it?

How do you win?

So if that's the case, is Shao Hao secretly having fun?

Its face was cold, and he couldn't see too much of his expression revealed, but his heart knew that Han Xian was exposed in horror, and Shao Hao's heart wrapped under this cold face was also shocked.

Duel sword stab.

That's a point of convergence of tens of thousands of points, the power of dripping water through stones, in the instant of that stab, it is dripping water through stones countless times, this should be unbreakable, and with Shaohao's conception, the power of this drop of water through stones will also climb along the pole, impact on the body of the knife, and impact the blood in order to mess up the heart and annoy the star map, and then Shaohao will win.

But now?

The knife was shattered.

But now?

The man was stunned.

But now?

In addition to the fact that the knife was shattered and the people were stunned, Han Xian did not have a trace of unnecessary injuries exposed from his face to his body, which made Shao Hao not surprised.

"Whew!"

The wind moves slowly, and Shao Hao breathes slowly.

Although the sword stabbing 'Breaking the Water' in his hand successfully collapsed Han Xian's demon sword, he used up his strength, and forcibly doing it in the stab would only be self-inflicted and would just bury the good downwind situation.

That is, if one move fails, then one move is being made.

Shao Haoying's eyebrows were raised, and he forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, and the long sword of water moved, and he roared in his mouth: "Lang Yang," the sword moved, cutting in front of him like a calm lake, the wind blows the water, and the water is wrinkled and in a good form.

Pretty.

It's not a bad thing to look at.

But how can I have the heart to appreciate it, this sword light is to cut my own body and body, so how can I make it succeed.

"Whew~!"

Breathe deeply.

"Huh~!"

Nick calendar.

The star map trembled, and the light of withering glory and life converged with the light of death and instantly condensed on the edge of the demon sword, and Han Xian's face suddenly froze, and he launched a wild dance of blood, the form of a human palm demon.

"Kurong~!"

The glory of life.

The withering of death.

A knife is split into two, and it instantly slashes on Shao Hao's 'Lang Cutting Chop', the calm is the turbulent water surface, the demon knife is alive, calm and broken, all the camouflage is directly torn off, the sword trembles and fluctuates, but this turbulence is really short-lived, after the blink of an eye, the dry death light comes, then everything is completely complete.

A wave of water does not see the sparkling light, and it can't even flow.

The wind blows, and the water does not wrinkle, like a pool of stagnant water.

The sun was broken, but the 'withered glory' that he cut out did not stop there, looking for its roots, killing its roots, finding its source, killing its source.

All the way up.

Chase Shao Hao all the way.

Lift up more and more.