Is it cold?

Of course cold, in Han Xian's eyes, Sang Honggu's head is the ice of the ages, it is because of his frozen body of Wu Jitang, and now he is fortunate to be in heaven, it is also his own efforts, and it is also the careless indulgence of 'Sang Honggu' that he has the opportunity to kill him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chu Yang wants to show his true face, and the mountains are the only obstacle.

Han Xian's fist wanted to show his magnificence, and that head was the only target.

The dim yellow sunlight fell on the fist, and the green tendons exposed by the roots were like a long dragon of courage gathering, at this moment, although Han Xian's Chuyang Fist did not have the strength of the Origin Dao, but the courage was stronger than any time, and only the indomitable courage could break through the stagnation of the mountains.

"Whew!"

The fist wind behind 'Sang Honggu' must know, that already hideous face, at this moment, because of the pain under the crotch, with dense yin qi, the body has changed from a great dragon man weapon to a pathetic shrimp.

For the fist in the back of his head, he must have thought about dodging, but the resistance of He Nai's body was so painful that his mind was numb, so that 'Sang Honggu' could only accept Han Xian's trial and execution in a prisoner-like manner.

At this moment, Han Xian under the sun is a ruthless executioner, although he does not have a murder knife in his hand, but he does have a fatal fist.

However, it is still possible that although Han Xian made 'Sang Honggu' hurt, the disdain for Han Xian in his heart has not decreased at all, in his opinion, this is just the consequence of his carelessness, and Han Xian's fist that hit the brain can't help himself, it is not as important as grasping the pain under his crotch.

Because that swirling yin face showed that the place was really too painful, and now there was no Han Xian's fist in his heart, only his mind was full of ten thousand damned times: "Han Xian's dog is crumb!"

Whether it is what others think in their hearts or what others say, Han Xian rarely cares, all he cares about at the moment is the fist in his hand and the head under the fist.

Fortunately, these people didn't tease Han Xian.

The coldness of his gaze was because the fist and the skull were getting closer and closer, and the ice would definitely melt and evaporate under the Chuyang fist, which was Han Xian's full hope.

is waiting for this moment, and Guan Hanning is also waiting for a dramatic moment, it is really hard to imagine that Han Xian will create such a miracle, from the idle posture on the stage, to the current invincible posture is undoubtedly not clasped to the heart, his eyes and heart are full of eagerness, I hope that Han Xian can continue the miracle.

"Bang!"

Han Xian let 'Sang Honggu' wait too long, and this punch finally relieved the pain in his crotch, and it was the invincible fist that freed 'Sang Honggu' from the bending posture of the shrimp.

was completely put down by Han Xian and fell to the ground.

Han Xian's arm fell naturally, and blood streaks were densely covered on his arm, and the sound of blood falling to the ground covered the sound of heavy breathing, making the quiet world even more weird.

Guan Hanning swallowed lightly, and the breath in his chest couldn't help but ask, "Did you win?"

For this, Han Xian's eyes were full of concern, his eyes were firmly locked on the body lying flat on the ground, although the battle was happy, when every battle began, Han Xian wanted him to end happily.

"Gotcha, gotcha!"

Guan Hanning's eyes condensed slightly, and he sighed in his heart.

Maybe this is an extravagant idea that should not be hoped for, although Han Xian's fist has been experienced, it is probably wishful thinking to kill 'Sang Honggu' with this.

Han Xian's eyes were also captured by the sound of the sharp fingers and claws hitting the ground, but now he was surprised that the hideous body was standing up little by little.

Moving forward?

Charge?

Now is the opportunity, but Han Xian's body did not move in the slightest in the sun, and his eyes looked coldly at the cold face of 'Sang Honggu' full of hope.

Han Xian is not a fool, attacking when he didn't stand up, maybe it was an opportunity, but it was also more likely that the enemy had dug a trap, because 'Sang Honggu's posture of standing up was slow to be contrived, this is not a trap and what it is.

For that face, Han Xian did not feel afraid of his gloom, a trace of a sneer always hung on his face, the blood on his arm was not exhausted, and the strength was hidden again.

"Hmph, haha, I really didn't expect that an ant could actually trip me up" Sang Hong said in a solitary voice, obviously the pain on his head or under his crotch has not completely dissipated.

How could Han Xian pay attention to such a compliment, and the shadow fell into silence again.

"Whew!"

"Hehe" The smile on Han Xian's face was completely blooming, who said that his fist was useless at all, and it must feel uncomfortable to be hit by the proud horns on the top of his head.

'Sang Honggu's gloomy face, once again full of green energy, humiliated to this point, how could he have thought in advance that he had completely jumped out of his own arrangement, it was already ridiculous to be tripped by an ant, and what was even more ridiculous was that he actually broke the arrogant dragon horns.

"Ahh

'Sang Honggu' looked at the sky and roared, this hatred, this anger can't be vented even if it roars into the void.

Opportunities can never be waited for forever, and since the battle cannot end happily, let the pleasure flow with the battle.

Maybe you will lose and die.

But Han Xian's feet still kicked off the ground and blasted towards 'Sang Honggu', his fists still clenched, and the target was still that hateful face.

"Hmph, if I can defeat you twice, then I will definitely be able to beat you a third time, since I can't break you twice, then three times, three times if not, then a hundred times" Han Xian's cold front face was full of infinite confidence.

In fact, Han Xian didn't know where to put the panicked hope.

Compared with the eager cold front on Han Xian's face, Guan Hanning's face was covered with frost, and his eyes were quietly closed.

The roar continued, Han Xian's hot heart almost melted through his chest, and his body and face were motionless again, but Han Xian knew that he must still be alive.

Punch out, you can only move forward, although I feel bad in my heart, but it's too late to retreat, not to mention that my iron fist is about to hit the face of 'Sang Honggu'.

In this bet, just as Guan Hanning closed his eyes, he knew that Han Xian had lost.

"Puff~~~"

Leng Feng's face was filled with a deep look of pain, and the strength of the iron fist that was about to hit 'Sang Honggu' collapsed, and he fell godlessly, and hope finally lost its direction completely in panic.

Blood gushed out of Han Xian's mouth again and again, and the hateful face in his eyes was a little shorter, and Han Xian knew that it all came from the claw arm inserted into his abdomen.

Ang Honggu, who was extremely angry, plunged his right arm into Han Xian's abdomen, for which he made a great sacrifice, because he was fully capable of passing his right arm through his heart and shattering Han Xian's life, but without anger, he didn't want Han Xian to die so happily.

And it was precisely because of his anger that Han Xian breathed and struggled again.

At this moment, the figure of 'Sang Honggu' in Han Xian's eyes was completely bloody, his eyes had been filled with frantic blood, the golden sunlight was sprinkled on the demonic red face, the head was raised with all his might, and in the blood-colored eyes, the sun was not dazzling.

Once again so close to death.

His gaze fell, and Han Xian couldn't see the gloomy and smug face clearly.

The blood and qi of the whole body were afraid of the fist inserted in the body, or rushed out of the body, or hastily hid in the muscles and bones.

In the same way, there was a trace of tenacious blood seeping into the cold heart.

Even if the origin was bright and dazzling, in such a place, they couldn't help this Han Xian, who was losing his vitality.

Behind the origin of the star map, that drop of starlight is still blooming silently, and he is still so beautiful.

At this time, the 'Sang Honggu' in front of him is ridiculous no matter how he shows off his might, maybe it is the smoothing of the endless sunshine that makes the originally crazy heart calm down at such a moment.

This calm made Han Xian more like a dead man.

And because Han Xian needs such a state, only the quiet of death can allow him to discover the beauty of the starlight after the origin without distraction.

That trace of blood is really stubborn, and it never wants to disperse around the stars.

Perhaps this is the tenacity derived from the blood qi of the whole body, which makes Han Xian know that in addition to the strength of the muscles and bones of the whole body, he also has beautiful stars to call.

Involved?

The starlight drifted like silk with the blood and turned out of the atrium.

Han Xianding didn't understand the weirdness of this starlight and bloodlight, in a world where everything was quiet, that little star could actually be a maverick.

The eyes have been opened, and the 'Sang Honggu' in his eyes is still a blood-colored outline.

Decidedly, it had already been written on the face by the heart, and the body that was lifted up was violently shocked, and the claw arm of 'Sang Honggu' penetrated out of the back, and the efforts of the body were of course for the fist.

It's still that arm, it's still 'Chuyang Fist', and it's still that target.

The light of the star is insignificant on the blood-colored fist, but it is indeed because of his embellishment that this time the first yang fist is different from the others.

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