Han Xian's face couldn't hide his youth even if it was unkempt, facing the faint arrows in the mist, his whole body was involuntarily cold, and his palms were even more involuntarily sweating. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But even if Han Ning's face was covered with a lot of dust, it couldn't hide his calmness, and those eyes looked at this Dawson's cold light as if it were nothing.

Han Xian's surprise was because he had experienced too little.

Just as Guan Hanning imagined, Han Xian was really lucky, he was lucky to hide in the crowd and hurt people with arrows, but he could indeed avoid the suffering of flying arrows, and he had experienced too few wars, too few, and too many flesh and blood were tragically avoided by him.

And he would rather be different, those eyes have seen too much blood flying, for the arrow in front of him, if he has been hiding it, it would be very terrifying, but now?

He didn't care why Han Ning was afraid, because he knew very well in his heart that he wanted his life with arrows in the sky, and he also exposed the form of their master, which proved that their panic was more like a helplessness.

With such an experienced veteran by his side, Han Xian has nothing to worry about, regardless of Han Ning's deep eyes to make Han Xian's heart a little more stable.

Han Xian's heart was seeking stability, and those whistling cold arrows were already seeking blood.

They and their master's eager eyes were destined to be amazed, a cold light flashed in Guan Hanning's eyes, this dense forest was shrouded in light mist, and when the sharp arrow was about to shoot to Guan Hanning's side, their figures were actually a little dreamy, as if they were about to disappear out of thin air.

"Huh~"

Although the means are vicious, but the insight is still a little short-sighted, although this surprise is very slight, but how can it escape the ears of Guan Hanning.

What is Guan Hanning waiting for?

Waiting for the cold arrow of the ghost light to shoot at him, waiting for this soft "huh", waiting for the enemy to expose the hiding position.

A sneer rose in his heart, but he was a little worried, how could the person who intercepted and killed him make such a low-level mistake, is he as young as Han Xian?

For those fatal things, Guan Hanning must not dare to think about the benefits.

And at this time, I don't have time to think about it, because the cold arrow has already invaded the range of the light mist of the body, Han Xian's eyes are full of worry again, and his whole body is already a little cold, but in his eyes, Han Ning's resolute face is still absolutely confident.

For this heart, Han Xian must believe in Guan Hanning.

Of course, Guan Hanning will not live up to Han Xian's hopes, when the cold arrow shot into the fog beside him, all the arrows were trembling slightly, and it was even slower, but the Dao power on the arrow edge was unyielding, and the momentum still did not change.

What is the wind, the wind can be light, but also can be all.

Guan Hanning swung his spear, and the light mist was suddenly stirred, and Han Xian's smile was already on his cheeks, so he knew that the confidence on the eldest brother's face would definitely not let him down.

"Whew~"

At this time, there is already a wind, and the backbone of those strong crossbows still has a chance to be vicious, and the arrows are either blown to the ground by the wind, or blown upside down.

It's ridiculous that some people who cast bones and coagulate blood also dare to commit murder in front of Dengfeng.

Guan Hanning's spear pointed, and the arrows that were originally floating in the light mist shot towards the dense forest with a 'whoosh', and one of the arrows was stained with a strange brilliance, and his target was of course the person who made the mistake.

Guan Hanning should be very clear in his heart, these people who hurt people with hidden arrows are all well-trained, how can they make the slightest sound, but this strange light sound doesn't just show where the leader is?

The cold arrow pierced through the dense leaves, and the rain hit the leaves.

"Puff, puff~~~"

The blood flower had already stained the originally dim light mist with a strange blood red, but Han Xian was not waiting for these, his eyes saw very clearly, obviously the arrow was the first to penetrate the dense forest, but now he was stunned and did not react at all, as if there was nothing behind the dense leaf, and it had already plunged straight into the black moon.

Although Han Xian's face said young, there was no fool engraved on his face.

Han Xian's gaze swept over Guan Hanning's face again, that face was too calm, and Han Xian's heart couldn't keep this calm, the spear swung to his side, urging the horse to move forward slowly.

Guan Hanning couldn't help but smile on his face, and sighed in his heart: "The most important thing this kid lacks is courage." ”

Just a layer of green leaves cut off Han Xian's gaze, and no matter how hard Han Xian stared, he couldn't see through the green leaves, so it was better to take a step and push him away with the gun in his hand.

His face was very cold, the spear was already forward, this was not the way to charge, but Han Xian's whole body was full of cold opportunities, and the breath of his whole body was condensed on the gun in his hand.

The face is cold, and the gun edge is even colder.

Only such a short distance, even if he moved slowly, Han Xian's body had already been sent by the horse to the dense leaf that covered his gaze.

The spear blade slowly moved forward, and a few green leaves fell as soon as they touched it.

Although his gaze could fall behind the green leaves, Han Xian's face was still cold, because although the enemy was as young as Han Xian, he could not be a fool and would wait for Han Xian's spear stupidly.

"Whew~"

A mouthful of turbid air was spit out by Han Xianchang, as if he was glad that there was no one under the leaves, and he was safe.

And this is exactly what others are waiting for, waiting for Han Xian to take it lightly, and a shadow carrying a cold light came straight to Han Xian's façade.

The smile immediately exploded on Han Xian's face, and his heart was even more joyful, sure enough, this person was younger than me, and his eyes were staring at that person's face, and he didn't look at the sword in the hands of others.

"Haha, it's you despicable little person who is waiting. ”

Han Xian's spear was not surprised, and Wuxiangma was even more likely to step forward, and a pair of eyes fell directly on the person's face, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "It's actually a woman." ”

Although Han Xian's heart knew a woman, the gun in his hand could not distinguish between men and women, and he was still cold.

This kind of thick line of cleverness is too easy to see through, although the woman has a little anger on her face, but he is not a fearless person, although he can't fight Na Dengfeng, but if he can't even fight a person from the Six Realms of Bone Casting and Blood Condensation, it is a real joke.

The woman scolded softly: "Dengtuzi." Obviously, Han Xian's arrogant and frivolous face made others very unhappy.

Han Xian didn't understand this, and he couldn't listen to it, those eyes just wanted to stab the woman in a transparent hole.

Fluttering like electricity, the woman carried the sword in front of Han Xian, but He Nai's sword was short, the gun was long, Han Xian sneered and was already above, simply ignoring the long sword in her hand, relying on the length of the faceless front, straight to the woman's heart.

Resentment and gritting teeth, after all, it was her own life, and the woman's long sword swung leisurely on Han Xian's spear, wanting to use her strength to swing the spear away.

"Hmph, it's up to you. Han Xian snorted lightly.

Such a simple intention Han Xian was already clear at a glance, and he already sneered at the long sword on the spear, and he wanted to use his strength to swing away, but I don't know if you have such strength.

Four taels of thousands of pounds, still need four taels of strength.

Although the woman's long sword was successfully placed on Han Xian's gun, when she used her strength to pull it away, she complained bitterly in her heart: "Where did this barbarian get so much strength?"

The woman could only pause Han Xian's spear slightly, and as soon as Han Xian's Dao power was sent, the woman's wish was completely frustrated, and a flower was suddenly exposed to Han Xian's spear.

Although her face was shocked, but fortunately, the woman did not forget the Dao power in her heart, and Bo Ming should use all her strength, the long sword on Han Xian's gun was already flowing with a faint and cold light, and at this moment, she thought that it was not to stab Han Xian to death, but to save her own life, and she violently wanted to block Wuxiangfeng.

At the moment, although there are no four or two forces, it is good to have three points.

At this time, Han Xian's Wuxiangfeng had already grazed into the woman's skin, it was a pain and a howl of life.

"Whew~"

A line of blood rose lightly in the mist, and Wu Xiangfeng rubbed the woman's shoulder and was blocked, and at this moment Hua Rong was already pale, and the eyes that looked at Han Xian seemed to swallow him alive.

She has empty eyes to eat people, but Han Xian has a murderous gun in her hand, one move is empty, and the other move is up again, it is 'Jiaolong Swimming', Han Xian has the intention of leaving this lotus root arm in his heart.

And the pain in the shoulder also dissolved the woman's brain, and it was already clear in her heart that although her cultivation was a few points higher, the person in front of her was a spear with a strong momentum, and he was completely a blind cow who could only brute force, and it was completely self-inflicted with pain, not to mention that the sword in his hand was not known for his strength.

With a slight step under his feet, Han Xian's 'Jiaolong Cruise' is a basic martial art, how can it be of great use.

Han Xian's eyes flickered, and the woman dodged the spear, but she was not shocked in her heart, and a spear followed the woman's figure like a shadow.

"Hmph, silly boy!" the cold voice was so harsh in the mist.

However, just when Han Xian was about to return his tongue, all the arrogance was swallowed into his stomach.

The dull sound of "Keng~" is very lingering, more melodious than the woman's disdain.

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