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And when this sound sounds, a figure, a little light, and a piece of blood is sprinkled in the air, there are too many people in this world who can't believe it.

For example: 'A woman trapped in love must not be trusted.' ’

At this moment, the desolate figure that pierced the air in the air, and Han Xian, who was spilled with blood and sadness, must not have dared to believe that it would be himself who was thrown into the air at this moment.

The terrifying Sun Feng's strength has become a joke, and the light swimming fish in it is completely extinguished, the early yang potential must be too deep in the night, so that it is asleep again, although the night is eternal, but there are no stars in the sky, Han Xian's hands are weakly clenched into fists, and even the fragments of the imperial seal are like themselves, thrown in the air, but the red line that was originally wrapped around the palm of the hand has indeed disappeared.

Han first understood that it was no one else who threw himself out, it was the red line that begged him to 'take her to him'.

Yes, I have found him, and I should leave, after all, my mission has been accomplished.

As far as the red line is concerned, Han Xian is an outsider, and the bell must be tied to the bell, as the face approached, and with the breath of Heqing, he found that the original fear had disappeared.

There is no doubt that he doesn't need Han Xian's help now, and he doesn't want the ridiculous Changtian Emperor Dao to get involved.

This is the hatred that you have formed, so you can only solve it by yourself, and if you pretend to be someone else's hand, all you get is loss and fear.

The red thread hidden in Han Xian's hand finally broke free from the shackles of fear and stood in front of He Qing.

Is the red line hatred for that face and that person?

Of course it's hate, if you don't hate, you won't hold a long sword in your hand, and you will point to your heart, but why can't you let the red line send the sword into the heart of the person who is unfortunate without hesitation.

Maybe it's because of the appearance of that face that the infatuation in my heart really crushed the hatred at once.

Time condensed again, freezing the hatred of the red line for thousands of years, and even more freezing the long sword in her hand, and also freezing Heqing's face, but everything in this place was frozen, but the only thing that couldn't freeze was indeed Han Xian's falling figure.

"Bang~poof~. ”

The body smashed to the ground, and the blood in his chest was surging, he couldn't suppress it in his mouth, and the blood gushed out again, but Han Xian still quickly struggled to stand up, not only because the ground was cold, but also because the proud spine was unwilling to give in here.

She must be very beautiful, otherwise Heqing would be so stupid at this moment.

It turns out that the person in my mind and heart is not as good as half the color of the person in front of me, the red of this body, the cold face, it turns out that her memory has been blurred.

His aura must be very unique, otherwise the red line full of hatred at this moment would not be stupid.

In the endless wandering, he wanted to kill him like that, but at this moment, he was in front of him, and he was under the sword, and his hands were indeed trembling, didn't he hate him?

In this regard, the red line must also be blurred.

"Hey~~"

Han Xian sighed softly, no matter how much hatred he felt in his heart, as long as the red thread was tied, even if it was ten thousand years away, that thread could become the bond of the heart.

"Poof~~"

The demon flushed.

Han Xian's face was suddenly shocked, and his eyes were full of disbelief, the long sword that was pointed directly at He Qing's heart completely penetrated into his heart, and even penetrated from his back, but the tender smile on He Qing's face was indeed a little relaxed.

And at this moment, how did the red line still hold the sword, his hand didn't know how to let go, and his feet didn't know how to retreat.

Do you still hate?

The shocked face couldn't contain the hatred, and the original unruly eyes couldn't hold back the tears, she had broken the embankment, and the strength of ten thousand years collapsed in an instant in front of that demon red.

Hongxian's hands trembled and raised, and without hesitation at this moment, a trace of vitality flowed out of the slender ten fingers, like silk, and went towards Heqing's body.

"Stop, line~. ”

He was really ruthless, a rune suddenly appeared in front of He Qing, and even more rejected the kindness of the red line, but the tender face was full of paleness, and the heart was even more red, and his body shook several times, almost falling.

is really infatuated with him, Red Line's body trembled slightly, and the vitality in his hand actually stopped very well-behaved, but Red Line hurriedly stepped forward and held Heqing's body that was about to fall.

They must have waited too long for this hug, but the red blood was like a parting of life and death.

He Qing's palm slowly lifted up, picking up the tears on the red line face, but it seemed to be in vain, and he did leave his own blood on that pretty face.

Does He Qing want to use the warmth of his own blood to dilute the coldness of the red line tears?

"Line, I've kept you waiting," He Qing said softly.

Ten thousand years, not to mention a long wait.

And it was this sentence that was as light as nothing, so that the hatred that had accumulated in Hongxian's heart for thousands of years was all consumed, and Hongxian at this moment had already understood that he had never hated him.

How could he let the person he loved in his heart be haggard and in his arms, even if he was in the way of Heqing, the red line was already ignored, and the slightest bit of vitality on his body gushed out, and he went directly into Heqing's body.

But this was the real futility, the face was bloodless, and even the figure was a little lightened.

"Why is this happening?"

The red line roared, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make Heqing's face return to blood, let alone stop Heqing's fading figure.

How can the mortal fetus of the flesh survive for thousands of years, and all that is left is the remnant soul.

At this moment, the red line has been understood, He Qing has long been dead, and what is in front of him is just a wisp of remnant soul, they are more like phantoms arranged by fate.

"Whew~~"

"Bang dang~~"

The long sword fell to the ground, the red line became air, and Heqing was completely dissipated and invisible, these people were stupid, just standing in the air, and they didn't know that there were things that wanted to break through the trapped sky lock by a short loss of mind.

"Hum~"

The giant talisman that was supposed to be the most conspicuous was indeed selectively forgotten at the beginning, and at this time, a trace of evil black light circulated in the intricate patterns on it.

Han Xian's eyebrows and eyes were raised, and a pair of eyes fell on the giant talisman in surprise, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, the fragment of the Emperor Seal was nailed to the giant talisman, and his heart was filled with horror, and the trace of evil black light came out of the fragment of the Emperor Seal.

Han Xian was full of questions about this, you must know that the previous imperial seals were all holy imperial lights, how could they have an evil color, but the facts are already in front of them, and they cannot be distinguished.

"Hmph~~"

Han Xian snorted coldly and said softly, "That's my thing." ”

Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked towards the giant talisman with vain steps, although his heart was full of doubts, but as Han Xian said, it was his own thing, no matter what it looked like, he should take it back, and Han Xian always knew in his heart where he should send this imperial seal.

But with Han Xian's current state, it seems to be a bit of a moth to a fire, if the Dao Tree is not squeezed by him to wither yellow, and the double star is not ingested to the dim, then he may be able to have a fight, but at this moment, he is tired and more like he is only a lone cry of blood.

However, as Han Xian said earlier, as long as this body can still breathe, then there must still be room for squeezing and ingestion.

Finally, Han Xian's vain footsteps sent him in front of the giant talisman, his head raised slightly, and the dizziness almost made Han Xian faint directly to the ground.

Undoubtedly, the height of the Emperor's seal at this moment was beyond the reach of this tired body.

But fortunately, Han Xian didn't plan to jump up and cut off the pieces of the emperor's seal, as long as the runes were broken, then wouldn't everything be settled?

He was a smart man, and he was a stupid man.

This is also what he can shatter in his current state?

As smart as Han Xian, stupid and as Han Xian, a ruthless flash flashed on his face, and a tingling twitch flowed out of his face, and at this moment he clenched his fists.

Han Xian must have felt that he had a hope of winning, because wasn't that glimmer of black light his ally?

For the sake of what he thought in his heart, the almost withered Dao Tree once again offered its vitality, and how could the unrestrained starlight be absent, the starlight was flooded, this time they were completely hidden, and there was no light next to the Dao Tree, sinking into the darkness, but Han Xian knew that they were just tired and dormant, and they did not disappear.

Rifeng Jin can no longer support the whirlpool, and the Chuyang Fist is indeed broad and profound, so deep that it does not show a trace, and this is more like a long night that is too dark, and the sun can't break the light.

Although Ri Feng and Chu Yang were lost, Han Xian's fists were indeed raised.

Fortunately, the target is not far away, it is close at hand, and fortunately, it can only stand there, and there is no possibility of dodging and escaping.

But did Han Xian ever think that the current sealing talisman was already stormy, so why did it make matters worse?

How can people who are deeply trapped in their own alleys understand the truth of peace and observance for thousands of years.

Han Xian's fist had already 'struck', but this was not the forward force of the arm, but the forward rush of the entire body, there was no doubt that Han Xian's tingling joints could not send the fist out, and could only be automatically dumped on the runes.

And this dumping is more like a coma hitting the ground, but Han Xian succeeded, and successfully sent both fists on the giant talisman, which undoubtedly became the last straw.

"Bang~~"

Han Xian's fist was originally weak, but it was indeed amazing when it landed on this rune, and the original wisps of black light were even more frantically gathered towards the fist mark.

And among the gathered black light, two bright points of light suddenly appeared, undoubtedly that was Han Xian's power of the twin stars, and how could their crumbling runes, which were not restrained by nature, be able to isolate and penetrate them in an instant, and how could the black light let go of such an opportunity and follow closely.

"Boom~~"

The runes exploded.

Suddenly, this small piece of soil had been completely dyed white by the crystal scattered by the runes, and Han Xian's eyes were indeed black, and he fell to the ground.

And in the midst of that whiteness, a vague figure condensed minute by minute.

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