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Foot on the road.

Practice, the way of condensing immortals, this road is under your feet, the first step of this road, I Han Xian successfully stepped on it, and this steadfastness is that I have the qualifications to reach the condensing immortal realm.

Xiong Guanxia.

is a man who is in the dust, and he is also an indomitable warrior, and this journey can be described as a lot of hardships and struggles in pain.

It is indeed this pain that has earned him the qualification to reach Ning Xian.

Should I be thankful, or should I be thankful?

To these?

Han Xian smiled, this smile was the knowing smile of a man standing under Ning Xianxiong.

Ning Xian's first step was steady, and at the moment of settlement, Han Xian realized the vastness of the immortal road with his exhaustion, which was already in the star chart of the day, above the Dao tree, the sky light showed a point, and it was opening a point.

This point is different from all the brightness.

This is absolutely unstained dust, and the softness and tranquility in it do not carry a trace of the breath of this world, they come from another level, that is the immortal.

And at this moment, Han Xian was in the bath and fairy light with a smiling face.

But.

Can this soothe your tiredness?

Can these smooth out the pale and haggard on the body?

Han Xianli was in it as if he was about to leave the dust, but the sparkle of this skin was completely seen by other people's eyes.

Those eyes see illusions.

It is an absolute illusion, and this illusion, Han Xian, who is in it, knows best.

Standing in it, apart from the sparkling and deceiving people, the confusion of this fairy light is of no use at all, they are vast and holy.

Their holiness is able to soothe old age, the vicissitudes of life.

But this holiness is not something that I can bear at this moment, it comes to my own side, and it passes by my side, and it doesn't even leave a look.

Can.

His eyes are watching, and he is looking at it with a smile and affection.

The starlight you see should be the supreme arrogance, this pride is the eye that attracts anyone in the world, everyone's eyes are like Han Xian's look, but this pride is nothing.

For it, there is really no need for ordinary people to pay attention to.

But every mortal person hopes to get it and have it, and now Han Xian is the same, and the first step has been firmly stepped on.

Under Xiongguan, the man who was in the dust stirred up the only blood left in his heart at one time.

Standing down is the time to knock on the pass, one step is steady, and Han Xian is seeking to be able to enter one point.

Pride can conquer people.

And at this moment, Han Xian's pride almost conquered those gods who penetrated the heavens and the earth.

The demon sword is a model for the gods.

He moved again.

What I thought was impossible, Bo Gu Tongjin's self, this time the assertion of the thing would be so crisp, and it was so sparse.

Right now.

That person thought that he had advanced at one time, and these eyes who were seeing it were still saying that it was impossible, they thought very much, they still thought that Han Xian's realm of achieving Ning Immortal was very slim.

But this slimness is also a foreshadowing, and even they think that Han Xian has a glimmer of opportunity.

The road is not completely blocked.

Demon Dao Tongqi's heart should be afraid, afraid that his old face will be shattered in a shattering.

"Han Xian, no matter what, don't give up, you can't give up!"

These words were two extremes in unison, at this moment, the Qitong Demon Sword wanted to help Han Xian, but they should have known, Han Xian, who was in the eyes of the immortal light, couldn't hear their words.

When the immortal light fell, the blood-washed high platform was isolated, it was the battlefield of Han Xian alone, and this was destined to be the battlefield where you died or where you died.

If you don't give up, Han Xian can't hear it.

But one thing is certain, Han Xian will not give up.

Don't give up is smiling, don't give up is Han Xian standing up tired and moving forward, this is one step at a time, not chaotic half a point.

"Whew~~. ”

People are under the hero.

The locked lines of the gate did not move in front of the eyes, but the sudden eyes suddenly bloomed, and everything that had been seen was gone.

It's black that comes.

It was still pitch black, but this heavy color did not cut off all the light of Han Xian, and the square inch of projectile land under his body was the light of light.

The high platform was built for the sake of immortal condensation, and this moment was Han Xian's second step.

"Whew~~~. ”

Protuberance.

The voice in the darkness, Han Xian heard, and this hearing was empathy, skin, in the light above his head, to feel the caress of the breeze.

Will it be comfortable?

"Comfortable?"

Han Xian, who was in the middle of it, didn't dare to think of two words, this comfortable breeze was when he caressed the skin on the top of his skull, and took the opportunity to penetrate it.

They got in.

Steady stream.

Drilling into the pores, and the majestic caressing of the 'comfortable' Han didn't dare to think about it at first.

"It's coming. ”

It was the first calamity of Ning Immortal.

Han Xian, who stood in the darkness and the only light, heard them coming during those whirring voices, this voice was not heard by his ears, this voice was heard by his own empty blood.

The wind invades the pores.

Suddenly formed a green army, attacked and swept everything.

The blood vessels of those blood vessels had long been emptied, and the blood had been used by Han Xian to build and wash the Condensing Sendai, and now, there was only sweeping in the body cavity.

This remnant is Han Xian's last pillar, and every drop is supporting his crumbling life.

The emptiness of those blood vessels was that as soon as Han Xiangang noticed the wind calamity, he incorporated the only remaining life into his heart chambers, which was his last lonely city.

Defend the lonely city.

And at the moment.

Ning Immortal's first calamity, the wind, led its army of green and dark to rush towards the lonely city guarded by Han Xian like a wolf.

The heart becomes a lonely city.

This lonely city used to be the most prosperous, and the prosperity of the past has created today's accessibility in all directions, and today's enemies are also coming from all directions.

This is the most difficult place to defend, but this is the point of everything, there is no room for loss here, Han Xian can only retreat here.

Blood became Han Xian's shadow.

His face was grim, staring at the flag-waving and shouting outside the city walls.

And at this moment, on the avenue outside the city, there is a dazzling sound of Jin Ge covering the sky, and among the armies, it is the only gold in the blue and dark color.

Condensing the immortal wind tribulation, respect him.

Thousands of people, his eyes were despising Han Xian's lonely city, and there was a sneer on his golden armor face, and Han Xian could hear his sneering laughter from afar.

What did he say?

Of course, this is saying: 'With a sick and crippled man like you, would you dare to delusionally dream of the realm of condensing immortals and seek death?'

A lonely city.

Heart.

Any pair of eyes could see the faint flutter of Han Xian's heart, how much blood could there be in this faintness, and what would he use to block himself when he was so weak that he reached such a realm?

Being washed away and scattered is his destined path, and at this moment, the wind calamity is executing this destiny.

"Whew~~. ”

Listening to the wind is the real movement of the wind.

In the restlessness, the Qing Ying Wind Tribulation is the lonely city of Han Xian's heart, and the three layers inside and outside the three layers are outside, and the inside and outside are impassable.

Standing at the head of the city.

Checkmate.

Han Xian is his own general, and outside the city wall is an army that covers the sky and the sun like a wolf and a tiger, and the blood inside the city, they should be directly negligible in front of the sky and the sun.

But they weren't afraid.

Han Xian was not afraid.

All of them gritted their teeth and gritted their teeth, and there were obstacles on the road to chasing immortals.

"Hmph~~. ”

Han Xian heard it, the disdain of the golden armor covering the wind calamity, and even saw the ridicule in his eyes, and suddenly snorted lightly in his mouth, and his eyes swept over the ten thousand troops.

"Is that all?"

Pride is Han Xian's absolute pride.

This arrogance is even more rampant for Han Xian.

A sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

This is a cold that can pass through thousands of miles, and this cold directly ignores the countless armies of the wind calamity, and reaches the eyes of the commander, like arrows through the ice.

Suddenly, inadvertently, he was actually shocked.

The face covered by the golden armor suddenly turned black, and the sneer on his face that was once full of face was directly frozen by Han Xian's gaze from far away.

His noble head was not to be looked down against.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind moves when the breath is in the mouth and the wind moves.

The Wind Tribulation Boss exhaled a sullen breath in his mouth, and his gaze was like a knife blowing towards the head of Han Xian's lonely city.

But?

There?

It's empty, there's not even a ghost there.

Stunned.

"Boom~~. ”

The sudden explosion, the frenzied sound in the explosion almost burst the eardrums of the Wind Robbery Boss, and the shock on his face had not yet eased, but he was adding a little fear.

But?

"Haha~~. ”

The laughter is rampant in disbelief.

This is not Han Xian's rampantness, this is not Han Xian's laughter, this laughter comes from the mouth of the wind tribulation, this is almost the laughter of the countless armies of the Qing Ying Wind.

In the smile, the shock on the face of the wind robbery coach was directly stepped on by him.

What are they laughing at?

What happened to make them laugh?

And where did Han Xian, who used to be cold at the head of the city, go?

Leaving is for a better come, and at this moment, he is coming, in an explosion, coming, from the lonely city, coming, this is a desperate gamble of blood.

In the roar, the city gate was opened.

The first army did the middle out, the middle rush, and Han first took the lead.

Blood is alone.

The lonely army became a red line, and the rush was like thunder and lightning, and this urgency stunned all the Qingying Wind Tribulations, they were bothered to work in the stunned, and they thought about what Han Xian wanted to do?

For the sake of use?

"Haha~~~. ”

The laughter shook the sky, and Han Xian's blood was screaming, and they were laughing and saying, 'Are you in a hurry to die?'

'Dead ~~. ’

Those Qing Ming are still laughing, and the line led by Han Xian's blood shadow has become a knife, a profit, and a calendar, and when they are close to those mocking Qing Ming, I hope that when the front becomes cold and the sound becomes cold, they can still laugh out loud.

"Hiss~~. ”

The laughter was messy, and the trembling was in front of Han Xian's high song.

Cold~~.

Seeing the solidification, those laughter were frozen.

In their teeth and claws, they witnessed what it is, and the blood line Han is the first pioneer and the tip of the knife.

With a sword in his hand.

Killing chickens, killing dogs, when the sword flashed, it was in the green armor, and the laughter was still echoing, but that person didn't even have a breath, and the green darkness was scattered into sand.

But the laughter was still scurrying in the hot laughter.

Killing chickens is killing dogs, and when the sword intent is vertical and horizontal, it is in the golden armor cover, and the expression is cold and solidified, which is frightened, and turned into a stupid in shock.

Stay in the solidification and explode instantly.

"Stop him!"

The roar, the roar of the heavens and the earth, but this roar was more like a death knell ringing in the ears of the young people, and it directly shattered the fighting spirit.

The teeth chattered and saw the Jin Ge in his hand screaming.

But they were intercepting by obeying the boss's orders, and they were gathering to block Han Xian's progress.

Who's in the way?

It's too late to say block now.

The knife in the hand is to destroy the withered and kill the chicken, it is to kill the dog, all the way is like a broken bamboo in the tailwind, and the blood line triggered by Han Xian is like a long brother held by the sky in the green underworld, straight through the center.

At the center is the manager.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, the truth of the ages.