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After going down, everyone calmed down.

But under the horse's hooves.

How can a person be calm, he struggled, his hands grabbed the blood and mud and struggled, as for the steel knife that once fantasized about slashing one by one, he was much smarter than him.

Lying on your stomach.

Lying quietly in the bloody mud, motionless.

People are smart.

Soon man learned the wisdom of the knife in the cold, lying motionless on his stomach, leaving only faint blood to release the dissatisfaction of man.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind moves.

Yu Ce was calm and scored one point.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows.

People calm down and take a step back.

As soon as they retreated and entered, those crazy people instantly lost the battlefield they were once proud of, and in front of the regular army, these rabble were lost in the blink of an eye.

Fish Clan.

The already slender fish clan could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and saw how many corpses they saw, how many of their relatives fell at their feet, and how many relatives were able to smile in front of their eyes now.

"Hehe~~. ”

Smiley.

looked at each other without saying a word, smiling with tears.

All the survivors laughed together, but all of them did not include the sinners of that race, and although he was laughing, his smile was so lonely and weak.

Those who are in the pool of blood are all raised because of themselves.

"Hehe~~. ”

Listening to the laughter, his shoulders trembled, and it was Xun Xiang who had put his hand on Xunhui's shoulder, and said, "Brother, it's over, it's over, we'll be fine in the future." ”

Okay?

Who decides?

Who can decide what to do?

The ground battlefield has been wiped out under the absolute crushing of Yuce Shenfeng, and there is basically no possibility of rebound, but it is still difficult to solve in the air.

The battle of the Jutian Patriarch against the Blazing Yang Jun is already white-hot.

The ground stopped.

What are you still holding on to in the air?

At this moment, Blazing Yang Jun is hateful, and in his heart it can be said that he hated Han Xian Tongrong to the bone, the good situation, originally thought that he was going to win, as long as the fish clan on the ground was slaughtered, then the death of this old fish in the air would definitely be in an instant, but now, it was actually an order, and all the efforts were in vain.

How willing to do this.

He roared angrily and said, "Que Rong, do you want to plunge the Moon Kingdom into an embattled land, Que Rong, do you want to throw the people of the Moon Kingdom into fire and water, Que Rong, do you still have an emperor in your eyes?"

Querong?

Men always like to mention women.

Men always like to put the blame on women.

Could it be that Blazing Yang Jun had just arrived here, didn't you hear that the order was given by Han Xian, didn't you hear that this was the acquiescence of His Majesty Chu Xin, the Emperor of the Moon Kingdom?

He?

He didn't.

He didn't.

The indignant guy at the moment must be saying no.

Blazing Sun Jun was already mad, like a dog, and roared hysterically: "Old horseman, I don't care about any feather strategy, wait until I kill you first, and then go down to slaughter those alien miscellaneous fish." ”

So loud.

As if he had a chance.

"Whew~~. ”

As soon as the words came out of Blazing Yang Jun's mouth, the fire on the palm of his hand was clear, and he pushed it towards the chest of the Patriarch of the Heavens, but it was indeed empty, and the fierce fire actually fell into the air.

"Hmph~~. ”

Blazing Yang Jun snorted coldly in his mouth and roared, "Does the old man want to leave, it's impossible?"

The roaring eyebrows suddenly raised, but in an instant all the arrogance was still, the eyes saw the stillness, the eyes were firmly fixed in front of the eyes, and they didn't dare to move a single step.

I'm afraid.

It's afraid.

The edge of the flames, the arrows of the flaming.

It was all the vitality that was cold, and even the breath of the person was afraid, Blazing Yang Jun looked at it, stared at the front of him, and looked at the hard bow in the hand of the Jutian Patriarch with a look of horror and disbelief.

Look.

He's not just watching.

This piece of heaven and earth, what is hidden and what is not hidden, is that too many people's eyes fall on the flame bow in the hands of the patriarch of Jutian, strange and familiar to them?

"Sunfall. ”

Cutting teeth is cutting teeth.

Blazing Yang Jun's gnashing teeth fell on Han Xian's face viciously, how could he not know about the world's major events, the Falling Sun Bow had appeared in his hand, but after the alternation of power in the Yingdu of the Moon Kingdom, everyone in the world thought that the Falling Sun had been taken away by Xiao Wangzhi, but now it actually appeared in the hands of a different race.

This is understandable.

This is what Han Xian gave at all.

Gnashing of teeth is the itching of the root of the tooth of hate.

The apprentice's revenge has not been avenged, he is adding the hatred of the fire arrow, he wants to break Han Xian's body to pieces too much, he once had the opportunity, but he missed it, and now?

In the end, Blazing Yang Jun still chose to lie on his stomach.

Motionless.

Because he was wise, he was sure that the Sunfall in the hands of the Kutian Patriarch would definitely wipe out all his vitality with just one arrow, even if it was fed by this giant body treasure medicine in Dona, it would be useless.

"Whew~~. ”

The flames rose silently.

The Sunfall Arrow in the hand of the Jutian Patriarch pointed at the Blazing Sun Monarch.

But this was only just now, he had already moved away, and in the midst of too many unknowns, the arrows drawn by the Fall of the Heavenly Patriarch were actually falling.

Where?

A trace of panic instantly rose in the bottom of Han Xian's heart, and instantly occupied his cheeks, and he could imagine where the edge of the Falling Sun Arrow would point, and where the arrow would eventually fall.

Ground.

Ethnic group.

"Whew~~. ”

But it was against one person.

What is certain is that this arrow refers to the face of the lonely fish returning, and the front is eager to cut the face, but at this moment, his face is so calm, and his expression is still smiling.

This moment is bound to come, in the imagination, in the imagination of all the Fish-Folk people.

"Poof~~. ”

The sound of knees tapping on the ground.

Kneel.

But kneeling is indeed not a return, but a search by his side.

He knelt in a pool of blood, stared at Grandpa Jutian in the air with his eyes full of pleading, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, we won't go back, grandpa, we won't go back." ”

"Poof~~. ”

Blood and mud splattered everywhere, and the fish tribe knelt one by one, and the only people who were left, whether it was children or women, they all knelt on the blood and begged.

Anyone in the Fish Clan knows that the clan has been broken to this point, and everything is irretrievable, even so, why bother to cling to the things that can no longer be changed.

Put it down.

Anyway, I thought it would be 'lonely'. ’

There's no place to return anyway.

Why bother seeking false wholeness, why bother satisfying the obsession in the blood.

This kneeling begging, the patriarch of Jutian was seeing it, but when he saw it, his expression was the same as that of the falling flame, and he did not change at all, and his finger was still nailed to the face of the return.

Old man.

Even though the Sunfall Bow in his hand was scorching, in Shenwei, the Patriarch of Kutian was already an old man of rotten wood, he knew too many things, too many things that could not be changed.

whispered, "Hui'er, will you blame grandpa?"

Listen.

He was still standing, and although the clansmen were kneeling and begging, he was the only one standing.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter, laughter in the cold.

This smile actually floated from the face of the return, a soft smile, he must have known that there would be this day, from the moment the water came out, it is more likely that from the moment the foot was opened, the return was already fantasizing about this day, and it had been a long time since this day, and now it has finally come.

Wrong, just wrong.

Ask for forgiveness.

That's still wrong.

There is also the obsession of the 'fish clan' flowing in their own blood, they can ask for it, but they know what it is to damn it.

"Huh. ”

The smile on Xunhui's face did not decrease but increased, and his eyes slightly fell on Xunxiang, who was kneeling on his side, and whispered, "Brother, thank you." ”

Alarmed.

Hearing the sound was already trembling.

"Brother~~. ”

Looking for tears in his eyes, but looking for it is really like being in another world, ignoring it, and saying softly: "By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, you have already got married, you can't cry casually in the future." ”

"Brother~~. ”

Looking for the past.

People are on the side, and tears are falling.

The face of the search was raised, his eyes were seen in the distance, the sun was smiling, and he said softly: "Forget me, clansmen, please forget me as a sinner." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter, the laughter of a person.

I hear and I see.

Han Xian, who saw it, was at a loss, but he knew too well in his heart that this must not be something he could interfere with, but he could only watch.

Xun Hui raised his face, his eyes had already fallen on the face of the Jutian patriarch, and he whispered in his mouth: "Grandpa, I want to come by myself." ”

Myself?

What does he want to do himself?

The clansmen understand.

The Jutian Patriarch nodded slightly, the mistake was committed by himself, and he should have buried it himself.

"Heh~~. ”

All this has long been in fantasy, I don't know how many times I have rehearsed it in my mind, and my legs and knees slowly knelt down as if they had been arranged.

"Whew~~. ”

Blood.

Kneeling is the blood of the clansmen, looking up to the sky, seeing the grandfather of the patriarch of Jutian, and even more seeing the big bow of the falling sun, his face is full of reverence, his face is full of reverence, and his face is full of repentance.

"Hiss~~. ”

Eye-catching shine.

A cold front that hits the eye.

It is the knife in the hand that is being raised, lifted up to the chest, raised to the heart, and under the blade is the beating heart, the heart that is enthusiastic and jubilant for liberation.

Look.

Progressive one point.

Laugh a little thicker.

Look.

In the progressive one point.

Blood is a point of joy.

Laugh at a point.

Look.

Looking at the knife inch by inch, the blood is a minute of joy, laughing in a trace of thickness, to the extreme, the extreme of the black short knife, the laughter is deep and warm, but the release of blood has just begun.

The heat surges.

Once the blood was no longer bright in this crazy place, but now under the knife of recovery, the blood in his heart was indeed so vivid.

Piping hot color.

Piping hot bright red.

"Whew~~. ”

In this hot spot, Xunhui, who was indeed kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up, with a solemn look on his face, and roared in his mouth: "Winner, the fish clan is begging to return home." ”

The winner?

Who?

Few people cared about what Xunhui was saying now, everyone's eyes were on his chest, and everyone's expressions were focused on the blood-gushing blade.

"Poof~~. ”

Crisp sound.

Sound shattered.

Pale and bloodless, fiery red.

Pale is the face, and warmth is the color that is still beating in the hand of the return.

What is that?

That's his heart.

"Haha~~~. ”

Laugh and sing.

An arrogant smile instantly appeared on the pale face of the abrupt return, and he roared: "Haha, I don't regret it, I don't regret it." ”

Don't regret it?

Do you dare to dye your feet all over again?

"Whew~~. ”

The wind moved, the sky was bloody, and in the roar, the arm struggled with the last of its strength and threw the beating heart into the air.

"Pound~~. ”

"Pound~~. ”

"Pound~~. ”

Listening to the heartbeat, it is to see the beating heart fall on the fiery arrows of the sunfall bow, and the holy objects in the clan dye the blood of the people's hearts, and they are moved by what they feel.

"Whew~~. ”

At the moment when the heart fell into the Sunfall Bow, it was immediately melted by the flames without a trace, and the flames on the Sunfall Bow stopped in the melting, and all the colors instantly disappeared into the Sunfall Bow, leaving only a simple bow, but there was indeed a blood-colored arrow on the string.

This is the heart.

This is the heart of return.

"Haha~~. ”

With the bow in his hand, he led his children and grandchildren to the heart of the arrow, and the patriarch of Jutian smiled on his face, and the ashes in his eyes floated, but the smile on his face was indeed warm.

"Hum. ”

The old man's hand trembled.

"Whew~~. ”

The arrows on the string are flying, shining one point, brightening one point, blurring the faces of all the fish people, blurring the eye sockets of all the fish people, passing through the pool of cold blood, and passing through the cold body.

This sweep is to find the body that says that there is no regret in repentance.

"Whew~~. ”

Arrows carry the blood of the clansmen, the coolness of the clansmen, jump in the air, and point in the air.

"Pound~~. ”

Heartbeat.

"Whew~~. ”

The light was shining in the abnormal noise, and the sun that hid its head and tail finally appeared in the second manifestation under the bloodbathed blue and white thoughts, and the demonic appearance of the fire in the sky was deduced by the wind.

The place of the dream is cleansed under the blue and white.