Slaughter.

Should the word be understood as killing?

Kill.

How to kill is the point.

There is still a long way to go from the foot of the majestic mountain, and there are countless long stone steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and I don't know what kind of danger awaits me.

The long road is destined to not be calm.

There are countless stone steps, and its existence must be more than just a simple matter of stepping on this one.

The magic weapon of its own world, this self-formed world is completely formed according to the meaning of the master, Shao Hao is the master of this magic weapon, so it is conceivable that this world is evolving according to its meaning.

"Whew~!"

Han here said kill first.

So as the master of the world, Shao Hao can naturally hear all the wind and grass, as the master's family, someone dares to blaspheme himself, then he has to be, his face is gloomy and sneering, as if he is saying that he must be punished before killing him.

Laughing here, different there.

"Whew~!"

Listen to the wind.

It was a green tree shadow that suddenly stood in front of his eyes, and suddenly the rustling leaves moved, so unpleasant, and the sun was sparkling and sprinkled, so pleasant.

"Whew~!"

The mountain breeze is dashing.

The wind rises from between the leaves, the leaves grow from the treetops, the treetops have roots, the sun pulls, the earth trembles with the water, everything grows, all this is so peaceful, this is so sleepy.

Such a mountain wind.

Familiar fragrance.

This is undoubtedly a supreme gift for the children of the mountain, which cannot be refused, and there is no way to refuse, Han Xian, who is holding the demon knife in his hand and preparing to fight, actually irresistibly slowly closes his eyes, in order to revel in such harmony and beauty.

The wind listens to the water, and the silk dew.

Wind and sand leaves, broken and warm.

The wind looks at the sun, and the yellow is a little yellow.

The wind listens to everything, sees everything, and sways everything, it flows slowly, bringing the warmth of the sun to Han Xian, the tranquility of the sand leaves to Han Xian, the fragrance of water and the tranquility of the earth to himself.

"It's been a long time~~!"

"Hehe~!"

The one who laughs, closes his eyes and says it's been a long time.

With such a look and such a face, just now, people were still raising their knives and wanting to kill and do it enthusiastically, but after a gust of wind, everything was lost.

Enthusiasm is put down and replaced by serenity.

Coolness is discarded and replaced by defenselessness.

Long time gone?

When I close my eyes, why do I say that I haven't heard it for a long time, what have I not seen for a long time? Is it the fragrance of water and soil, the coolness of the mountain breeze, does one seem to remember that place again?

Why?

Could it be that this magic weapon can dig into Han Xian's heart, so as to know the supreme pure land in his heart?

Heh, is it so magical?

Things move in the heart, and the heart is involved in feelings, there may be.

But if this magic weapon can be said, then it is destined that too many people dare not agree, the world and water are of the same origin, and the world and the earth are one side, maybe it is possible, the existence of this magic weapon may be fortunate to pass by Yunshan.

And it just so happened that he was also obsessed with the psychedelic mist of the early morning there, and also obsessed with the rustling of leaves blown by the mountain wind, and he had been obsessed with the sky painted with rose.

Maybe he was really lucky enough to pass by.

Maybe he really saw something.

"Hehe~!"

But in Han Xian's intoxicated beauty, there was indeed a sneer that rippled and swayed, who said that there was a world of harmony and beauty, who said that this place was peaceful.

This is the battlefield.

This is a killing battlefield, so on the opposite side of the battlefield, there must be only enemies.

In this regard, seeing the color on Han Xian's face, how could it not laugh, it laughed coldly, laughed in a low voice, the corners of its mouth rose with a smile, and whispered: "It's been a long time, hehe, you actually said it's been a long time, it's so happy, yes, you are naïve and still alive, you have been with death for too long, and now, with my help, I Shaohao will definitely try my best to facilitate your meeting, and you Han Xian will definitely go with it." ”

'Hehe~!'

Laughter and laughter.

Cold.

Come to think of it, Shao Hao must be a lonely demon, otherwise it wouldn't have so many words, heroes have been lonely since ancient times, and young heroes like Shao Hao are naturally even more lonely.

There are not many people of his generation who can enter his eyes.

As for the demons who lost to it, then there is no need to speak.

So, fell in love with talking to yourself.

"Hehe~!"

Laughter is a bewitching music, but in the company of Shao Hao's laughter, the corners of its mouth slowly go cold, and there is a hint of sharpness in its eyes.

He immediately whispered, "It's time, Han Xian, it's time for you to go on the road." ”

"Whew~!"

Over there, he said, 'Go on the road,' and see Ye Piaoling here.

The green leaves, it should not have fallen, but the wind blew, the wind only shook slightly, and it couldn't wait to break free from the treetops, and a leaf drifted away.

The wind is sent, leisurely.

The wind sends, and the shadow is scratched.

The wind is blowing, swaying.

This must be an innocent leaf, otherwise it would not break free from the branches at its most fragrant, it dances in the wind, it sways left and right in the wind to shake its own difference.

But no matter what, no matter how elegant and fluttering its dancing posture is, it can't stop the momentum of its fall.

Landed, the song ended, people scattered, and died.

The leaves wrap around, wrap around.

Walked around Han Xian's side.

But this leaf's disturbance really made Han Xian, who closed his eyes peacefully, even more peaceful.

And the serenity of the human face is not similar to the floating leaves, as if they are all ignorant, they do not know that they are stepping into the arms of death.

Fall.

Bypassing people and shackling the soul, Ye unswervingly danced and fell to the ground.

Perhaps, the moment it lands, it will be enlightened, and it will understand the consequences of its willful and reckless actions.

The splendor of life is gone.

"Whew~!"

After a song, the shadow settles.

Slowly, the song is over, but the leaves that fell to the ground were indeed not complete, so that the two leaves fell into the grass, and the wandering on the tip of the knife, the last glory, broke on the tip of the knife.

"Whew~!"

The leaves are drifting away.

It landed, it became two petals.

And I, Han Xian, have long been not a leaf, my leaf has long been separated from the branches, I have already landed, and I am blessed by heaven to have successfully taken root and sprouted, and the pure land in my heart is deep in my heart.

"Hmph~!"

The peaceful man's eyes suddenly opened, and in the blink of an eye, everything that should not exist and the colors on the battlefield were burned away by the cold, leaving no trace.

"Hehe~!"

Listen to the laughter again.

This is Shao Hao laughing at the turn of the color on Han Xian's face, the corners of his mouth are raised, the corners of his eyes are raised, and he seems to be quite happy that Han Xian is not dead.

It smiled and said, "Squeak, is this how it should be, if you die so easily, then I am wrong, let's continue to play." ”

Joking.

Joking.

It seems that everything is child's play in Shaohao's eyes, and it is an object that can be played with, its lips are red and its teeth are white.

"Whew~!"

The floating of one leaf, the landing of two petals, was naturally cut off by the demon knife to erase the mark of his life on it, but now?

A demonic wind rose.

Full of rustling sounds, suddenly a lot of ruthless children left, so sad that the mother who was unable to keep it.

Right in front of him, all the leaves of the tree broke free from the robe of the big tree's mother, and they died generously, jumped one by one, sang and danced with the wind, and did the last journey of life.

"Huh~!"

Teeth cut, how can you not hate this.

If it weren't for his last vigilance and cutting it off in time, then it is very likely that he would have been in front of the Hades Palace now, and he would have listened to his crimes with his own eyes.

Right now.

fluttering.

The eyes are full of emerald green jumping branches, smashing to the ground, so can you tell which of them hides your own life mark?

"Hey~~!"

Sneer.

Sneering at the hell Yama like the god of death, as if it had ascended to the hall with the law in its hand, knock, knock, knock, shocking the price of the sky, taking the prisoner.

It's as if everything is ready, just waiting for your arrival.

But there must be no need for any trial, just go straight to the knife and ask for it, because his own killing karma is too much to write, so many people, so much blood, eighteen layers of hell killed eighteen times.

I was still scared, and of course I didn't want to go.

Leaf drift zero.

You want to cut off my life because of this, are you underestimating me too much?

Although I can't stop Ye Piaoling now, do I need to care about it, these are just demonic minions, and the real devil is standing in front of him.

The tree is the root of the leaf.

The imprint of life on the leaf is stolen by the root through the soil on which it stands.

There is no doubt that as long as one of the leaves successfully falls to the ground completely, then in the hall of hell, the bull head and horse face can sneer and mock at the mess after accepting the knife and beheading.

A leaf of a tree.

They are shaken by the wind and blown by the wind.

How to block this, trying to block them from falling to the ground if they are bent on death, it is almost wishful thinking, and I, Han Xian, have never thought about it.

"Hmph~!"

His face was cold, his mouth was cold, his eyes saw the thick trunk from the scattered shadows of the leaves, he sneered in his mouth, and said, "I cut off your roots to see how you still shake them." ”

As soon as the words fell, the demon knife moved.

The demon knife flashed blood, and Shao Hao was shocked.

But it was so far away, it couldn't do anything but watch, although it was the master of this world, the big tree it stole was too close to Han Xian, so it couldn't move it if it wanted to.

"Hiss~!"

The coldness of the light.

Bloody cold.

"Whew~~!"

When the dust settled, all of a sudden, the fluttering leaves in the sky became green and depressed shadows, and they landed softly and silently.

"Boom~!"

That is, after them, it is a great sound.

The waist was cut off, the tree collapsed, and the roots were broken.

"Hehe~!"

This time it was my laughter, it was my low sneer when I saw the gloomy face of the White Emperor Shaohao, I laughed and said coldly: "Why do you bother, what can you do with such a small method?"

"Whew~!"

The demon knife shook, pointed at Shao Hao from afar, and roared in a deep voice: "What can you do to me?"

"Whew~!"

The wind swept up, his hair was flying, and Shao Hao's face was gloomy, but the sneering and proud expression between its eyebrows did not change, and he said in a low voice: "You have the ability, you are talking about it?"

Come up?

Go to the top of the mountain?

It's a long way to the foot of the mountain, and I'm walking the infinite steep ladder to the top of the mountain, do I need to walk through these, climb through those who are fighting with Shaohao?

Not necessarily.

"Hmph~~!"

He snorted coldly in his mouth, holding the demon knife with both hands, and his body surged according to the shadow technique, the blood knife smeared the starlight, and roared in his mouth: "You better come down for me." ”

"Buzz~!"

The long song is a hundred feet long.

What a ramble, what a ladder.

When I sing loudly, you shut up, and you are all powder.