The determination was unshakable, the edge of the yang broke through everything, even if the bones of the yin bone were strong, it had to break under Han Xian's fist, and the fist went straight into the back of the heart, piercing into the black flames. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boom~~"

At this moment, the body bones of the Yin Bone could not lock the unruly black flames, and the Yin Wind suddenly roared the whole world, for this world, those faces hidden in the wind, they hated it too much, and they were too tired, they had fought for so long, and today they were finally freed, and the whirring wind brushed Han Xian's cheeks, telling their sorrows in their ears.

They are long overdue in this world.

The cold and crazy black was like exploding fireworks, pouring out one after another in all directions, and in this way, the brilliant black fireworks successfully blinded the light of the early sun, and made the swallowing sky mouth from the city head sluggish.

This is not the morning when the sun rises, but the night when the sun never disappears.

At this moment, Han Xian was as if he was frozen by the sprinkled black flames, and his fists still maintained the momentum of rage, even the face of the cold front.

There is always some strange light in the world of night, perhaps above the twilight, the starlight flickering tenaciously.

Han Xian's eyes blinked slightly, and his face was already shocked, just after he lost his mind for a short time, a thin layer of ice was stained under his feet, and his eyes were raised.

At the end of his gaze, the white cold clouds were wrapped in dazzling electric light to break through the darkness and crush him.

Of course, I know in my heart that this place cannot be stayed for a long time, and I will run away?

If it was really this simple, Han Xian's face would not be so shocked, the ice under his feet was completely shattered, but this body was still difficult to move.

Han Xian already knew that all this weirdness came from his fist, and at this moment, his fist was completely pierced in the black flames, no matter how Han Xian struggled, he just couldn't escape half a point.

It's ridiculous that a dead soul is still fighting for his master.

The cold frost thunder light was approaching rapidly, and he already knew very well in his heart that it would be difficult for him to get out if he didn't get rid of the black flames on his fist.

Knowing what can be done, could it be that Han Xian is willing to cut off his arm.

For this body, Han Xianding was reluctant to be mutilated, one hand was trapped, but don't forget that he had another fist, and the green light was startled and smeared on the black fire.

When everything was gone, the cold face on Han Xian's face was still the same, his fists were still the same, and the black fire was still the same.

It must be that the black yin soul rescued by Han Xian is too difficult, and he just won't let him leave by holding Han Xian, how can he not try his best to repay this recreated kindness.

For the glamour, the pale-skinned Han Xian's eyes were already bleak, as if the black in front of him was his fate, and when the glimmer of light in the black fate lit up, Han Xian was excited?

Han Xian's pale face, whose life was on the verge of death, couldn't write too many expressions, but when that glimmer of light lit up in the black flames, it was probably out of instinct, and his fingers opened lightly, taking him into the palm of his hand.

Roaring, bone-blowing.

Han Xian sat on the ground with a puff, what was in his hand Now Han Xian didn't want to know, what he could be sure of was that the black flame that sucked his fist let go of himself.

Above his head, the fine snow flew down, Han Xian's eyes were full of horror, and he hurriedly jumped up, rushed for his life, and ran in the direction of Shangwu City, but he didn't dare to let them fall on him.

For the thing in his hand, Han Xian didn't want to know what it was, and Shi Mo was already trembling with excitement, because his delusions were actually presented in front of him so clearly and thoroughly.

But because he couldn't believe it, he fixed his body firmly in the air, and he could only look forward to Han Xian's escape with his eyes flashing with godless excitement, and he who dared to fight Ning Xian did not dare to save him.

And Zhong Yuan's eyes were already crazy, as if the thing in Han Xian's hand was his heart, the swirling electric light was shining, and that was not Zhong Yuan's only vitality.

That is one's own life and death, if you can take it back, you can live by yourself, if you can't take it back, you will die.

Han Xian, who was running on his legs, had seen Zhong Yuan, who was attacking quickly in front of him, with a cold front hanging on his face again, it was really hard to imagine that the god man he once thought of was actually so gray-headed, like a mad dog.

The god-like mad dog is still a mad dog.

For Zhong Yuan, what is there to fear from Han Xian, who fuses the star soul, and now the only thing Han Xian is afraid of is that he will lose his dominance again, and in the process of running for his life, the beast star green light has occupied most of the pupils, leaving only the only clear black in the center of the eyeball.

Those who stand in the way, either die or die.

The body and mind were gradually lost, Han Xian's eyes were full of madness, and his fists were already clenched, just waiting for Zhong Yuan's body to approach.

That was Zhong Yuansheng's hope, even if Han Xian, who was added to the star soul, was terrifying, he would have to give it a try, and the frost covered the entire body, and the arc on it was even more frenzied.

"Ah, leave me there. ”

Zhong Yuan let out a long roar, at this time, his whole body was a huge fist, he didn't want to smash Han Xian, he just wanted to slow down his steps, then the cold Heaven Swallowing Mouth behind him would definitely be able to leave everything.

Think about how to stop it.

Han Xian only swung his fist, and what he swung out was the fist that clenched the black flames, and the faint crystal glow flickered in the green light, what a heart-wrenching thing this was, Zhong Yuan's eyes were full of it.

"Whew~"

The sound of the fist collision that Han Xian expected did not come, and the fist strength condensed by Zhong Yuan's whole body and mind was when it came into contact with Han Xian's fist, and it should be said that it was when it came into contact with the faint crystal light.

The condensation of all efforts is like a big joke, this must not be Han Xian's power, let alone the power of the star soul, but the magic of the strange thing in his hand.

Just when the light touched, Han Xian's cold face was puzzled, because there was no half of the strength coming from the fist that came into contact with Zhong Yuan, and a cold light squeezed the green light on the fist, intertwined with Zhong Yuan's efforts.

"Hiss~~"

The cold ice and lightning flowing up and down Zhong Yuan's body were all sucked up by the clenched things in his fists.

What about the former gods, what about the former Great Condensing Immortal Realm, when everything was sucked up by the things in Han Xian's hands, Zhong Yuan, who fell into the dust, also had the same horror on his face.

Han Xian's gaze didn't wander for half a minute, and he hurriedly ran in the direction of Shangwu, there was already cold snow behind him, Zhong Yuan, who fell in the dust, closed his eyes gently, and worked hard all his life, such an ending can be regarded as beautiful.

In fact, those closed eyes must have felt that they were lucky to break through the catastrophe that poured on the sky, and such a death can be described as the supreme gift of 'God'.

The cold snow fell leisurely, falling lightly on Zhong Yuan's body, thinking that he was a mortal, how could he resist such a cold, the top of his eyebrows was immediately dyed white, and a trace of electric arc flowed in the fine snow, and his entire body immediately turned into ashes.

Han Xian had no intention of watching all this, but Shi Mo really had the heart to understand, and a cold face hung on his face, as if the snow had fallen on his body, the rainbow was bright through the world, and his body was blurred, and there were only bleak people left in this lonely world.

Shi Mo must have forgotten it, what Guan Hanning has in his hands is the cause of everything, and it is also what he wants, but now that light is still cold in Guan Hanning's hands.

And now the most bleak thing is Meng Yiguang, those clear eyes saw Zhong Yuan's flying ashes annihilated, and even saw the melodious fine snow, and also saw Han Xian's face.

It can be said that he has insight into everything, and he still hasn't stopped, maybe in his opinion, the fine snow sprinkled on himself is a death, and the charge is also a death under Han Xian's fist, so why don't you choose to be glorious, the knife in his hand is still cold.

For the person who rushed towards him with a knife, Han Xianke had seen it clearly, maybe before he could see it clearly, the only clarity in his eyes was lost, and his pupils were once again dyed wolf green.

Just because he also wanted to get close to him, Han Xian, whose eyes flashed fiercely, completely ignored Meng Yiguang, the cold snow almost fell on his heels, and his feet suddenly accelerated, and Meng Yiguang saw a phantom in front of him, leaving only himself laughing miserably, and the flying snow fell on him.

The smile is still so bleak, but the imaginary ashes have not come, the body is still so upright, and his feet are quietly moving, and he is like Wu Jitang, he can only walk sadly in the snow alone.

In such a bleak world, the clear light in Guan Hanning's hand is clear, just like a lighthouse shining on people going home, Han Xian must have seen it.

But what Han Xian saw was not the clear light, but Guan Hanning lying on the ground, even if it was a wolf beast, it was still Han Xian in his bones.

Changed the direction slightly under his feet, and rolled on the ground to pick up Guan Hanning.

And just as he stood up, the beast shadow that staggered under his feet and was suspended above his body, but without Han Xian's concern, it flew out with a roar, and without Han Xian's fetters, how fast it escaped, that Shi Mo didn't want to follow in Zhong Yuan's footsteps, although the things in Han Xian's hands could be exchanged for a generous reward from the Divine Court, but in Shi Mo's opinion, these may not be deserved.

And Han Xian's affection has also achieved the coldness of fine snow, and the heaven-swallowing mouth where cold frost and thunder and lightning converge is suspended above Han Xian's head, and the fluttering snow at this moment is the electricity sprinkled.

Han Xian's spine was already very tired, but Han Xian really didn't want to fall, so he sat on the ground with Guan Hanning in his arms, his eyes raised with difficulty, and he smiled with disdain at the roaring Swallowing Heaven.

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