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But those who are hidden in the corners of the world have really seen and heard.

Qin Murong didn't know when his eyes found that person, maybe he had lost him just because the tears were too thick to cover his eyes, and now the tears were finally picked up by himself.

"First, I saw it!"

"First, I heard you!"

"Haha, everything in the world is the most stupid for the word 'love', what you see is true, what you hear can be true, what you see is all innocent in the end, and the sea that you hear is rotten, and the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, but people are gone, liars, men are born liars. ”

The sound had become hysterical, and Qin Murongruo had been shocked by the madness of the saint beside him.

"Please forgive, Holy Lord. ”

Of course, people at this moment have the heart to comfort others, because the person in their hearts, he is still alive, and his voice inadvertently carries a bit of joy.

"Hmph, what do you have to be happy about, I want him to die, he has to die. The Lord of Sound shouted violently.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the joy in Qin Mu Rongruo's heart was directly smashed into scorched ashes, his face was already as pale as paper, his spine immediately bent, and he said sadly: "Holy Lord, let him go." ”

This cry was heard by the saint.

A somewhat bleak smile flowed out of the Sound Saint Lord's face, and he couldn't help but whisper in his mouth: "Hehe, what's wrong with me, am I jealous of them?"

The saint Ke Ling was because she was injured too deeply, and in the slight joy of Han Xian and Qin Mu Rongruo on her side, the scar was re-exposed in front of her eyes.

"Hey~~. ”

Sighs filled every inch of space with helplessness, which should be a hate.

The Holy Lord of the Sound was hating, why was that person so cold-blooded and ruthless in the first place, and this was not hating herself, why couldn't she be stronger for herself at that time, although she begged him to be unwilling, but why did she give up easily just because he shook his head and refused?

Is this blaming yourself?

How many people have been trapped by love words, and how many broken hearts have been imprisoned.

But it is indeed the imprisonment of the word 'love' that keeps that heart from failing because of brokenness, and I don't know whether to be grateful or resentful to the people in it.

"Han Xian, are you willing to move forward again?"

The indifference of this approval made the hearts of the people lying in the dry riverbed only shock, and a pair of eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and their hearts couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Han Xian was already laughing out loud, and shouted: "Haha, it turns out that I am still alive, the river is exhausted, the river is exhausted, it is really dry, Rong Ruo, wait for me, I will come immediately." ”

A heart is the great joy derived from success, and when you wake up from a dream, you find surprises, and when you wake up from a dream, you find that your body is no longer tired, and the Tao is as abundant as ever.

It was this joy that made Han Xian inadvertently isolate the voice of the sound holy lord.

But inadvertently, Han Xian also gave the answer to the Sound Saint Lord.

Han Xian didn't hear the approving question, but if Qin Murong, who was beside him, really heard this indifference, he instantly became the only color of this face.

Qin Mu Rongruo's voice was already trembling with grief, and he cried sadly: "Holy Lord, let him go, first, you go quickly, I don't want to see you, I don't need you to save me." ”

In response to the sound of begging, the Holy Lord of Yin did smile and said, "Hehe, he also heard it." ”

The smile of the Sound Saint Lord had made the panic on Qin Mu Rongruo's face forever freeze.

"He heard, he heard. ”

If Qin Murong was smart, he should know in his heart that because of what he heard, his pleading was destined to turn into a whip that would drive him to Huangquan Road, and he knew himself too well.

Will he give up?

People who believe too much that they can create miracles will not give up.

He didn't want him to hear his request, he just wanted the saint in front of him to throw him out, and he would passively accept the arrangement of fate only when he had no choice.

But now the hateful thing is that the Sound Saint Lord thought that he had given Han Xian the opportunity to choose again and again.

The face was still smiling coldly and ruthlessly, and he whispered again: "Hehe, Han Xian, have you ever heard her, she is here, do you dare to move forward again?"

It was heard, and the smiling man heard.

Han Xian, who heard the concern of the beauty in his heart, couldn't hear any murmur in his ears, and from it, he not only affirmed that she was still alive, but also felt the care from his beloved from the words of concern.

Han Xian raised his eyes to the sky, and his voice was both firm and frenzied: "Rong Ruo, wait for me, I will definitely save you." ”

"You're stupid, you're going to die, go back, this is not the place for you. ”

Qin Murong must have been afraid to make a sound, but under Han Xian's howl, he was indeed pleading out of instinct, and when he swept his gaze on the face of the Sound Saint Lord, he already understood in his heart, and this time he heard it again.

As long as there is a little sunshine, the flowers in Han Xian's heart will be brilliant, and under this careful watering, they will directly grow into a scorching sun.

She's really there. ’

"Rong Ruo, I'm not afraid," Han Xian hurriedly shouted, but at this moment, the world was indeed just empty and there were only a few echoes left.

Han Xian's happy face immediately became the anger of the sea of blood, his angry eyes pointed at the sky, and roared: "Who are you, return her to me quickly." ”

"Haha, who am I?"

This question, even if the Holy Lord of the Sound is already a saint, he can't answer it, can he say that he is a wanderer?

I want to, but there are people who are very attached to my heart, and this is undoubtedly not the answer.

"Hmph, the name of the Holy Lord, how can you, a nameless junior, know. A majestic voice suddenly sounded in the air behind Han Xian.

Han Xian's heart was suddenly shocked, and he hurriedly turned around, and indeed found a handsome man with a thunderous light on his body, staring at him gloomily.

"Hmph. ”

He couldn't help but snort coldly and said, "What do I need to do." ”

There is no doubt that Han Xian has regarded the guy in front of him as a test like the previous two times, and he is not afraid of the test, and he is convinced that he will create miracles.

The man chuckled and roared, "Kill me!"

Are people stupid?

This time it has been different from the previous two times, they are both tests, but the person in front of him really thinks that he is not a guide, can he still create miracles by himself?

If they really want to kill themselves, they can crush themselves to death with just one finger.

The man already laughed and said, "Hehe, you're afraid." ”

Han Xian smiled, the man who stood up to the sky was actually afraid of fighting, how sad it was, there was no result, how could he be sure that he would lose.

With a firm heart, Han Xian saw strength on his face again, chuckled, and said, "I just want to know who will die under my fist." ”

The handsome man smiled, looked at Han Xian with disdain, and said with a smile: "You can call me Winter Thunder, haha, arrogant boy, you have to worry, my subordinates are completely formed from the fog, but it is also trouble-free, and the ashes are also clean." ”

"Huh, huh?"

Han Xian's eyes were raised, and he sneered in his mouth, and suddenly he jumped out of the ground, and when he got up, the 'Sun Feng Strength' in his left hand had already been formed, and the pulling force emitted by the red vortex was directly acting on Dong Lei's body, and of course his right hand did not stop, in order to clench the 'Chu Yang' into his fist.

There is no doubt that Han Xian is asking for a fluke to burst out, but it seems that he has succeeded.

Under the whirlpool of the sun front, Dong Lei's majestic body did not move for a minute, and at this moment, his heroic face was completely exposed under the Chu Yang Fist.

'Is this going to win?'

Although he wanted to, Han Xian really couldn't believe it, and his eyes were fixed on that disdainful face, for fear of letting go of a trace of fatal details.

He moved, his face smiled, and Han Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Sure enough." ”

"Hmph, carving insect skills. ”

The disdain on Dong Lei's face became even stronger, and a pair of eyes condensed on Han Xian's body, and in an instant, countless delicate ice flowers appeared in the air, taking the initiative to crash into Han Xian's fist.

"Bang, bang, bang~~. ”

Under the fist, the ice flower exploded inch by inch.

Han Xian's tense heart suddenly rejoiced slightly, of course, he was happy that this person's strength was not already strong to the point of being invincible.

In fact, Han Xian should have thought that what the Holy Lord of Yin arranged was just a test, and he didn't really want Han Xian's life, that is, the test would naturally leave a way to live.

As for how much hope this life path can carry, it completely depends on one's own cultivation.

"Haha, are you so much?"

Han Xian, who found the surprise, how could he not laugh at it, his heart was already determined, he had never been defeated by someone with the same strength as himself, and now he had no reason to defeat if he was obsessed.

"Die!"

Under the roar, or under the strength of the sun to restrain him, Dong Lei's body was still standing like that, but he didn't stand and wait for death, his arm clenched into a fist to take the initiative to meet it, but in Han Xian's opinion, this punch was synonymous with powerlessness.

'What do I have to fear from the fist of a sick man?' ’

Han Xian was not afraid, the original goal of the Chuyang Fist was not to crush Dong Lei's fist, but to point directly at that disdainful face, maybe he couldn't break him, but he would definitely be able to repel him.

"Bang~~. ”

When the two fists clashed, the electric light and the daylight suddenly brightened in the air, and Han Xian's 'maybe' could come true, and 'certainly' could be fake?

The 'early sun' panicked into a black sunset, crashed into the mountains, and even crashed into the cold dust.