Not in one place.

Separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, I really want to see you, but 'I really want to' is really ruthlessly separated, I can only miss it in my heart, I can only think about it.

You weren't supposed to fight.

I deserve to kill you in battle.

But here I am, have you seen my battle?

"Kill~!"

With a low roar in his mouth, the demon knife in his hand was raised high, and he slashed down at the pretentious bone frame, and the demon blade hissed.

Under the knife, it seems to be weak.

The skeleton was trembling at the roar of the demon knife, and it seemed to be very afraid.

Its fear became dumbfounded.

The stunned chicken is trembling and does not move.

It just stood there, swaying to itself and not moving its feet, it didn't even bother to raise the knife in its hand, is this tired and crooked and wants to die, or does it really want to go to hell to suffer?

Shake~.

Fluttering continues to shake~.

The demon knife hissed in the wind, and it swayed left and right in the wind's hiss.

Is it really silly?

If you think so, then you are really stupid, the shaking of the skeleton is a real mockery, and every shaking of its body is mocking itself. It's all asking if you dare?

You punch me, you hurt yourself.

It doesn't taste good, and the torture on my spine must be uncomfortable at the moment.

So do you still dare now?

Although a punch hurts, it still doesn't kill you, but a knife is different, not to mention such a strange knife, if it is slashed on the body, even if it is not cut in the weak throat, it is cut anywhere in the body, and the life you and I will be the same weak, the same paper broken in the wind.

I'm trembling right here.

Yes, I'm afraid, but don't you think, isn't my fear exactly your fear, isn't my trembling exactly your Han Xian's trembling?

Are you afraid of being like this, do you still dare to kill?

Do you dare?

I'm right here, do you dare?

Ask me if I dare?

The bone frame used its trembling bones to ask itself one by one if I dare, I don't speak, I don't answer, you can ask me if I am afraid of my cold look, you can ask me if I dare with calm eyes, and you can also ask me if I dare with my right hand controlling the demon knife.

Shiver: Did you get the answer?

There is no change in coldness, there is no change in calmness, the hands are still the hands that do not tremble, the demon knife is still the demon knife that keeps slashing, do you think I will be afraid?

"Hiss~!"

The demon knife fell, and the air hissed.

There is not much left of this voice, and the few voices that are left are not asking Han Xian if he dares to do so, this should be asking the skeleton Do you still dare to stuff your head under the knife?

"Whew~!"

It didn't dare.

The swift speed, the speed of blinking, like the speed of lightning running in the sky, I didn't see it, I didn't notice it, but the once stupid and arrogant head under the knife disappeared.

The wind flickered, it jumped, and its eyes glared at it coldly.

But it seems to have palpitations, huh?

Shouldn't it be me who has lingering palpitations, it should be me, Han Xiancai, who should feel scared.

"Hehe~!"

I smiled, the backbone behind me was covered with cold sweat, the corners of my eyes were beating wildly when I smiled, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean grain fell down on my forehead.

I'm afraid.

You don't think I'm not afraid, right, joking that knife is very likely to understand my little life, it's really possible, what if I die, all the good things in the world have nothing to do with me, I can still be nostalgic, so how can I not be afraid.

Ask?

If you want to kill this body, you must cut off your own head, are you afraid, if it were you, would you also do it?

There will be hesitation.

Most of those who have brains will definitely drop their knives and think of other ways to cut off the connection to kill, and those who do not put down their knives are undoubtedly fools and madmen.

Just now, I went crazy.

With my stupidity, I won, you know.

The immortal skeleton has fled, which means that although the pain it has suffered will be transferred to itself, it will not have to pay for its own life.

"Hehe~!"

It doesn't matter if a man is tired or tired.

chuckled coldly, looked at the skeleton, and said quite proudly: "Come, come, come, I'm not afraid of pain, how about standing there and letting me cut three times?"

"Whew~!"

The wind is frightened, and the body moves.

It's not a joke, his own laughter is still swirling in the air, and it's still unknown whether it will reach the ears of the skeleton, and he fights happily with the demon knife.

"Hiss~!"

Diagonal slash slashes, down from the shoulder.

"Hmph~!"

The cold snort in the air, I don't know if it came from Xi Kaiming's anger or the skeleton's own anger of playing and slapping his face, I only knew that after a cold snort, the skeleton had already raised his knife very bravely to fight back.

Narrow edge.

"Keng~~!"

Jin Ge's sound was fierce, echoing in the air, and there was such a trembling sound, which meant that the knife was not successful, although the force he used was ruthless, but the knife that did not explode the skeleton was blocked by it.

Gritting your teeth, a knife will not work, it is coming.

The surging tide is like a terrifying wave.

The demon knife in his hand is like a living wind, a wind knife, it can't be drained when it is killed, the skeleton of the killing jumps up and down, and the clanging sound is endless, I have to say that this skeleton is really flexible.

It's like a monkey.

No matter what part of its knife is slashed at, it can defend itself with the knife in its hand.

After some torture, the torture of gnashing teeth is indeed exchanged for meaningless respite, and if it continues, it will collapse.

"Whew~~!"

The wind stops, the feet flutter, and the dodge away.

"Huh~~!"

The skin of the face wrinkled, and the teeth gnawed.

"Huh~!"

A trace of cold sweat crawled on the wrinkled forehead, the arm of the knife twitched non-stop, it was numb, the blood in it seemed to stop, although the heart was chiseling vigorously, but its struggle was indeed unable to push the blood to the palm of the arm, the meridians here were abnormally blocked, and the bones here would bring unbearable stinging pain even if they wanted the blood to flow slowly from the meridians.

Arm pumping.

I couldn't help it, and my palm shook wildly.

The knife becomes a wind-breaking knife, a knife is defended by a skeleton holding a knife, and a knife is like a knife as hard as a knife, and a knife is as fast as a knife, but this is the beginning, I slowed down in the back, and the knife in my hand was weak.

If it weren't for the numbness in Dao's arm that had spread to the spine, the weakness of the hand would have reached the point where he couldn't even lift the knife before he stopped, and then he would have waited to be ridiculed.

And now?

It doesn't seem to be much better, it's pretty much the same.

"Hey~~!"

It was as if the skeleton was here to waste time, to laugh at itself, to torture itself, and it shook its arm when it saw that its arm was numb, and it did not choose to attack but did the most useless mockery.

It sneered and said, "How's it going, does it taste good?"

Ask this?

Listening to the sneer, his twitching arm immediately stopped, and the wrinkles on his face calmed down when he listened to the mockery, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's okay, haven't you also tasted it, it tastes good." ”

"Haha~!"

The skeleton seemed to be very recognized, and it raised its face and laughed, which was the enlightened voice of the air stream, and said: "Han Xian, why do you torture yourself so much, give up, your body follows me, and there will definitely be some earth-shattering achievements in the future." ”

Not again.

This funny nonsense is here again.

"Hmph~!"

With a cold snort, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "My Lord Allah, can you change your words, I can hear the calloon...."

"Hiss~~!"

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

As he spoke, he hadn't finished speaking, when he saw the corner of his eyes jumping, the soul fire of the skeleton was burning beside him, and it was indeed the knife in his hand that had already advanced to his arm.

Although its advance is abrupt, it is not without room for struggle, and it can be defended by raising a knife, so raise a knife, the skeleton narrow blade is progressive and does not stop, move?

The arm hangs, and the demon knife points to the ground.

Why?

Han Xian, why is your knife still hanging, moving?

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I want to do it very much, but when I get motivated, I realize that the space for my struggle is really small.

Hemp.

The arm is tingling.

The muscles are like pieces of iron, and the stiffness is not as if it were not their own.

The meridians are like iron threads, and the dead nature does not seem to be their own.

The blood is like iron and blood, and it can't move if it is solidified.

I wanted to be induced, but I was only touched by a point.

The face is frightened, the face is numb, and the face is pale.

He watched as the blade of the skeleton tore through the air and progressed to his arm inch by inch, it was getting closer and closer, but his Dao power was still in the midst of a difficult blockage.

It's late.

When his Dao power opens up the joints, then this arm is no longer his own.

Leng Feng progressed, could he only watch it unload his arm?

"Heh~!"

I sneered, I didn't want to, but I couldn't do anything about it now, the smile that bloomed on my face was like I was ready to fight the world with one arm.

So will it be so?

"Hiss~!"

The skeleton progression knife did not change, it really cut the blade into the arm before its own Dao power opened the blocked meridians, the skin and flesh were pierced, the blood was hanging beads, numb, as if something important had left.

Walk through it, see it out.

"Whew~!"

After the knife of the skeleton was successfully cut on the arm, it successfully overcame the obstacle of sluggishness, it turned out that I was not an arm, and the left hand was forced, and the fist was clenched in an instant, and it was directly buckled on the ribs of the skeleton to protect the soul flame.

"Bang~!"

With a thunderclap, the skeleton was directly overturned, and it rolled in the air like a windmill, and fell heavily to the ground.

And themselves.

One punch.

He punched the skeleton chest hard, and instantly his chest was also with the same force, listening to the slight sound of the bones, he took several steps back under his feet, and his blood and qi were churning and almost came out.

It doesn't matter.

If there is blood in the corner of the mouth, let it flow.

If you don't stand firm under your feet, then just stand casually.

Hand.

The hand is very important, and whether it is really cut off is the point, because now I don't seem to feel the existence of the right arm, in fact, I don't want to be a one-armed hero.

So the eyes look.

"Heh~~!"

Seeing it, he was overjoyed, as he was yesterday, he was still there, his fists were still so tenacious, his arms were still there, he burned his cheeks as if he couldn't believe it, his left hand was quickly raised and he stroked his right hand, it was still there, it was true.

"Whew~!"

With a mouthful of breath, the numbness disappeared, and it was still there, and the troubled brother never left.

But.

Ears hear a sneer.

"Hey~!"

He was shocked when he heard a sneer, and his face suddenly lifted, and he swept it in front of him, who else could it be that skeleton ghost, its face was so humble at the moment, but this despicable color was not as dazzling as the red on its blade.

The blade is red.

Blood-colored, red-glowing.

There was a drop of blood hanging from the cold blade.

"Hey~!"

The skeleton sneered, or should it be said that Xi Kaiming sneered and raised the knife to the edge of his mouth, the empty skeleton had no tongue, but he noticed that the scarlet snake and scorpion-like tongue wriggled and licked the blood that belonged to him on the knife.

"Pound~!"

See the sound of a heartbeat again.

Do you hear me, I seem to be out of luck.