The fire, the thunder roaring in the sky, can't compare to Zuo Mu's fire at this moment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Who is himself, that is the Godless one, that is the Son of Heaven, that is the only person in the Langlang world, that is 'me', when did I suffer such humiliation in the past.

And does Han Xian know these?

may know Zuo Mu's road to the emperor, but it is not to witness Zuo Mu's despicable road, brothers who share hardships, and become flags in their hands.

But the Son of Heaven, this only person is indeed not the only one who is playing with Heqing.

The offering of 200,000 souls is only for his life, and this 10,000-year-old Zuo Mu is really 'me,' and he is really a lonely person, so that his mind is still immersed in the distant Dawu era.

As everyone knows, it has long become the dust of the years, and there are not a few people in the world who are crazy about the emperor's road, and at this moment, Zuo Mu's roar is more like a powerless grasp of the glorious years of the past.

He is still alive, but they cannot be taken to the grave and despicable with him.

Although they have become dust, Han Xian's pair of fists is indeed real, and Zuo Mu's face and around his body often taste Han Xian's unique fists.

And he was about to wake up.

Zuo Mu's face was angry, and Han Xian's face was indeed not very happy.

I must have been proud of the erratic fist in my heart, it was a fist to the flesh, but when the pride always woke up, his fist fell on Zuo Mu's body, and the effect did not add color to the pride.

On the contrary, the more punches hit, the colder the heart becomes.

Han Xian sighed in his heart and said, "Senior brother, you can't hide it, Zuo Mu is about to be woken up by me." ”

This should be a sorrow, that is, sorrow fell on the demon's ears, of course, it was just a senseless amplification, and a sneer in his heart: "Hehe, am I hiding it?"

Han Xian waited for a long time, and waited for a long time, and there was no echo in his heart for a long time, if it weren't for the power of the demon still there, he would really pretend to be dead and fall asleep again in a heat.

Helpless in his heart, that is, sticking to it, he broke away without building an inch, Han Xian's heart was very unbearable, and at this moment, in Han Xian's eyes, Zuo Mu was a big piece of chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to abandon it.

Since it doesn't hurt him, Han Xian simply gave up his boredom, so he humiliated him to his heart's content, and his fist shook and went to Zuo Mu's cheek, it is not always that there is such an opportunity, you should cherish it at this moment.

Is Han Xian smart?

Of course, he is not stupid at all, but sometimes, this cleverness is too tactful, that Zuo Mu is arrogant, under this punch after punch, the arrogant has been beaten out of temper.

At this moment, although the face is still angry, a heart has long cooled down.

With a sneer in his heart, he said, "Boy, you've had enough, it's time for the widow to ask for interest." ”

Zuo Mu held the knife in his right hand, and actually wanted to slash Han Xian's fist, but at this moment, when the flesh and body were fighting, the cold knife really became an obstacle, and the trick of wanting to split was not unused before, and of course the only thing that was exchanged was Han Xian's pleasure, as well as the anger and pain on Zuo Mu's cheeks.

Han Xian's eyes flashed at the corner of his eye, and he sneered in his heart: "Looking for a fight?" The fists kept coming, and his body sometimes followed Zuo Mu's body, and sometimes drifted away, in order to make his knife useless.

Han Xian's heart was a sneer of 'looking for a fight', and Zuo Mu's heart was really brewing Han Xian's own killing move.

After being teased for so long, he finally ushered in a turn of hope in the calmness of his heart, of course, he understood that the knife in his right hand was completely sealed by Han Xian's ghost body method, but people have hands, and I am also not lacking, and every time Han Xian gets close, it will be his own opportunity.

And the colder the brilliance on the knife at this moment, the more it can attract Han Xian's attention, what he wants is that he is blind.

Holding a knife in his right hand, Zuo Mu's left hand was indeed clenched into a fist, and in the palm of his hand, there was a trace of black death light, and a thousand fists added to his body, but Zuo Mu was confident that he would penetrate Han Xian's lower abdomen with one punch.

There is no doubt that at this moment, his eyes are fixed on his cheeks, and Han Xian, who has tightened the cold edge of the long knife, gave Zuo Mu a chance to kill with one blow, and he didn't see the clenched fist, let alone the hidden death light.

Without defense, a pair of fists just greeted Zuo Mu's face, and his body was indeed very close.

"Hurry back. ”

A loud cry exploded in Han Xian's ears, and his heart suddenly contracted strongly, regardless of the face under the fist, his body flashed, and at this moment, not only the corner of his eye, but also a pair of eyes, all discovered Zuo Mu's secret.

Because the darkness is too intense.

And at this moment, it was very close to his body, his skin was deeply stinging, and Han Xian's violent retreat was not like a ghost given by a demon, but more like being knocked away by Zuo Mu's fist.

But both Zuo Mu and Han Xian are very clear and happy.

The black light of the fist stinging the skin did not bring any effect, but more like a fluke that Han was afraid of.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~"

The heart beat sharply in the chest, and the heart said again and again: "I was scared to death, and I almost gave up my life." ”

At this moment, Zuo Mu is hateful, the victory that he is about to win has suddenly become a dream bubble, is it because he is not hiding it well enough?

Zuo Mu couldn't think of any reason, but could only be desperate in his heart.

Of course he couldn't figure it out, God knew that Han Xian's heart was hidden in a supreme wise man who woke up in time, and he also thanked the demon for reminding him in time, otherwise Han Xian would really explain here.

At this moment, Han Xian dared to act rashly, and a pair of eyes coldly locked on Zuo Mu's figure, in order not to let go of any detail.

"Hum~~"

Han Xian's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes hurriedly swept over Zuo Mu's body again, only to find that he was also in deep shock just like himself.

Knowing its origin, his eyes couldn't help but go to the red line, and Heqing floated away, whispering in his heart, "Can't you live?" ”

But Han Xian was the first to see that it was indeed not a human form, it was indeed the brilliance of the Great Sun, where did the light of the Great Sun come from in the depths of the earth, and a pair of eyes couldn't help but squint slightly, but they still couldn't see it really.

'Are you really alive?'

It's really ridiculous, how can the will of heaven succumb so easily, and his punishment can't be just a simple thunderbolt, he is smart, smart enough to prescribe the right medicine.

You must know that Heqing is just a wisp of remnant soul, how can he withstand the scorching of the sun.

But at this moment, he has a red line, and she holds up a shadow for him, in order to seek a shade of survival, and Heqing's soul has devoured the red thread's offerings to keep it immortal, but he just can't see Heqing's consciousness restored.

It's a race against time, and I don't want to delay, let alone delay.

The red line that knelt down, showed his hands and moved again and again, pulling the body of the blood statue and Qing that had been floating for a long time to force away.

With a soul, it is not difficult to recreate flesh and blood.

This breathtaking magic is as real as it gets, in the shadows, you can see the flesh and blood on Heqing's body squirming, muscles and bones, and a trace of joy can't help but float on the face of the red line.

It is not difficult to be reborn in white bones.

In the face of great happiness, no matter how hot the sun is behind him, the red thread will not let a trace fall on Heqing's weak form.

Hongxian must not have stared at that handsome face well, so that he forgot the heat behind it, and was almost stunned, he was really a reborn person, and even Heqing's snowy hair was black again.

But that person is so quiet, just so coldly lying, like a corpse dressed up and waiting to be buried, rebirth against the sky is the biggest mystery in the world, I don't know if anyone has succeeded in the years, and there are such foolish dreams in every life.

Smart as a red line, in fact, it should have been discovered a long time ago.

Although this body is not lacking in flesh and blood, it is already complete, but he lacks the only thing 'yang' warm vitality, how can it neutralize the recklessness and complexity of soul and blood, the thing that was once taken away is the only lack of Heqing's body, and the coldness of the body almost freezes the heart of the red line.

Red Line's gaze couldn't help but coldly sweep on Zuo Mu's body, and immediately froze his courage that was about to move, and he was instantly quiet, not daring to fight with Han Xian.

Take him back?

Of course I want to, but at this moment, Heqing's coldness is inseparable from the shade held up by the red line, maybe the red line should be gambled once, maybe the flesh and blood are condensed, so they are not afraid of the scorching sun.

But no matter how dare the red line, one wrong step will be hated through the ages.

There is the heat of this great day and heavenly punishment, so is there still a lack of yang energy, the red line that knelt down slowly straightened up the backbone, and the eyes fell on the twilight of the great sun with a short time to leave the face of the husband and the king.

"For my use. ”

The red line roared, and the long sword in his hand immediately turned upside down, and the day of the heavenly punishment on the top of the tomb suddenly stagnated, and the blood beads flowed out from the pale face, and the mind was decided, even if it was death, it had to complete the idea of life.

The sky will never be caught, the big day will break through the shackles of the red line, the whole 'yang' suddenly condensed into a point, since the red line wants, the heavens will come true, and floated towards the red line in a while.

The red line wants to borrow the 'yang' of heaven's punishment, but it doesn't want all of it.

At this moment, dare to take it?

Even if you don't dare, there is no way, as soon as the sword in your hand turns, the sharp edge pierces the extreme yang point, and the long sword suddenly roars, how can the blade withstand this extreme heat, and it melts in an instant.

If you are decided, your life can be paid, and what is there to sigh about when the sword is destroyed.

In an instant, the sword body was completely swallowed by the extreme yang, and as soon as the red line showed his hand, he grabbed the yang in his hand, and the entire palm immediately turned transparent, and it was on the verge of melting.

A smile floated on the face of the red line, and the palm of the hand slowly lifted away to support the 'extreme yang', and the eye was not closed, and the yang was already sucked into the mouth.

"Hehe~~"

The red line is laughing, but it is under this blooming smile, tears mixed with blood are rushing in the corners of the eyes, lovers will live, tears of happiness?

If it were just that, how happy it would be!

This is completely painful, the pain of refining the 'Extreme Yang' heavenly power with his own body as the furnace, the tears are gone, but the pain is not lost, the red line slowly squatted, and said lightly: "Husband, we are not separated anymore." ”

The lips melted, and this kiss was a long-awaited wait.

The pain was left by the red thread, and the trace of yang energy was crossed into Heqing's body with his lips.

In the pain, the red line must have seen the perfect blend of Heqing's soul and flesh.

And in the pain, I saw the brightness of the eyes on that handsome face.

She saw it with him.

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