Can Han Xian's eyes see through the blood mist what is happening in the air?

This person must not have thought of it, thinking that the battle was over, but he was forced to accept the beginning of the battle, but Ling, the person watching the battle, although his head was still raised high, that was because his heart was too tired to worry about Wu Jitang. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Does this calm mean that Han Xian thinks that Wu Jitang will definitely win, so he will let that heart go numb. Or maybe it was Han Xian's tired eyes that couldn't see through the fog to see everything that was happening above.

There were many lucky people who thought that the battle in the air was over, because they were tired and greedy, and there were too many things they had dreamed of rolling down from the blood stains on the ground.

And they are destined to be tireless, only to know the greed in front of them.

Yiyang City, which has been excited all night, how long will it boil, Han Xian is really lucky because he is in a corner forgotten by greed, after a night of struggle, Qin Mu Mansion finally fell into the luck that no one cared about.

Compared with those who struggled for the treasure, what flashed in the eyes of the Bai patriarch was the real greed, and those eyes were not staring at Wu Jitang or his father, but the demon sacrifice in his father's hand.

Patriarch Bai must be very regretful, I really admire his courage, such a person can actually endure the pain of cutting love and hand over the demon sacrifice to others, can he still remember Yagongzi's kind reminder now?

There is no existence of him in his mind at all, and the round ugliness in the depths of his heart is deeply rooted, squeezing out everything, and even selfishness has to be avoided.

And now what about the old man in the sky who holds the treasure in his hand?

Although Wu Jitang's face is full of self-confidence, self-confidence is not blind conceit.

The poor and somewhat strange old man in front of him was still a little terrible, although he was not afraid now, but he held the thing in his hand, and shouted ten thousand times in his heart: "Danger." ”

Wu Jitang's eyes stared at the demon sacrifice in Bai Lao'er's hand, and the strong sense of crisis in his heart suddenly boiled, and the solemnity on his face flashed a little strangely.

A flash of darkness suddenly flashed in his eyes, what Wu Jitang didn't know was that the strong sense of crisis had already accelerated his heartbeat, but Wu Jitang didn't know anything about it.

That Bai Lao'er must be stupid, because what a good opportunity this is, Wu Jitang in front of him seemed to be frozen by the Divine Talisman again, only that strong heartbeat and a somewhat strange expression.

If he seized the opportunity, he didn't need a demon sacrifice, and his lonely hand alone could kill Wu Jitang.

But it's ridiculous, how can he see it, even Wu Jitang's simple gaze is attracted, not to mention this person who holds the demon sacrifice in the palm of his hand.

Han Xian must have felt weird, in the blood mist, the two blurred figures were looking at each other calmly, could it be that they wanted to look at each other's old death?

If this is really the case, then Wu Jitang will win.

That Bai Lao'er must not know, his originally loose skin has now drooped down, is it the pain of a broken arm last night?

Or today, the demon sacrifice in his hand is greedily stealing the old man's life.

Wu Jitang's eyes flashed with ferocity, but the fierce heart wanted to suppress everything, and in the cold morning light, the arm of the person who did not move was also dripping with cold sweat.

Those eyes still haven't changed, they are still vicious and can't bear to leave.

Is it cold in the early morning?

Wu Jitang's hand holding the weapon began to tremble, the terrible thing was that the palm of the hand had loosened a little, and what was even more sad was that the confidence on his original face was passing away little by little.

And the black glow in the eyes is getting thicker and thicker.

It is not easy for the sun to penetrate the thin blood mist, and it is even more difficult to give the temperature to the trembling man.

Wu Jitang must have known that the violent heartbeat was calming down, but it wasn't what he wanted, because that face flashed with a bit of pain.

The black mang's eyes were completely occupied, and he was moving towards Wu Jitang's entire face, and at this time, the whole arm trembled even more, and the hand holding the gun was also tense and loose.

In the weird early morning, is Han Xian's heart still numb?

The tired eyes of the raised head should also see the blur behind the blood mist.

The wind stirred the blood, the tired eyes finally brightened again, and the heart that was calm because of numbness finally appeared.

In order to find Wu Jitang's body trembling, but what can these Han Xian do, he is not ascending the wind, and his loud roar must be pathetic, because he can't even be alarmed by the blood mist around him, let alone someone who is far away in the sky.

And at once let the spear in his hand whist?

Let Wu Jitang add a hole to his body?

In fact, this is not a bad way, Wu Jitang, who is in the game, can only tremble, and he can't move for half a minute, and Han Xian, who is outside the game, is anxious, his spine is bent once, and his eyes must be trying to find the most reliable landing point through the blood mist.

Do you really dare?

Han Xian should know that although he doesn't have much Dao strength, it is true that the spear pierces through the body and the injury is true, maybe Wu Jitang can hold it up once, but Han Xian dares to think about two penetrations, can Wu Jitang's spine still stand straight?

The doubts in my heart were written on my face, and my mind was full of the tragic situation of Wu Jitang being killed by a spear and falling to the ground, what a photographable and sad thing it would be if I killed him.

Because I don't dare to think about it, my brain and heart are spinning wildly?

And the black aura on Wu Jitang's face in the air will completely occupy this handsome face, and his hand holding the spear will soon be released.

The wind was whistling, and the spears were cold and whining.

What can be known is that when the spear fell, it was also the opportunity for Wu Jitang to die, because what was even more terrifying was that the wind under his feet was a little crazy.

Maybe in the next second, Wu Jitang didn't let Han shoot first, so he fell to his death.

The sun must be tenacious, his energy should be feared by everyone, can his rising demon sacrifice in the hands of the old man Bai be stopped?

Ridiculous fellow, the sun is climbing up a little, and the temperature is also increasing every minute, the sun must be unyielding, because evil is rising arrogantly under his nose.

The light wanted to prop up everything, and kindly sprinkled on Wu Jitang, who was suffering and struggling, but it was useless to Wu Jitang.

And the 0 sun also sprinkled on Wu Jitang's cold front, and only he could maintain his original luster under the bewilderment of the demon sacrifice, and the sun undoubtedly bloomed his luster ten thousand times.

The sun was powerless, but Han Feng was indeed struggling with his master's life, and the sunlight fell on his face covered with black light through Han Feng.

Is it warm?

In the numb brain, the heart pounded hard, the blood broke everything, rushed out of the eyes, broke the throat, and now Wu Jitang was terrifying, because the black blood flowed above the black facial features.

The temperature on his face had disappeared, but the heartbeat he had recovered would not give up the struggle, the blood flowed more violently, and the whole arm trembled more violently.

But the last bit of the grip on the barrel of the gun just didn't want to let go.

Han Xian must have heard a low roar, it must have come from the depths of the god's soul, and the spine that had originally emitted strength was once again calm, with a slight smile on his face, and his heart must have wanted to say: "Just know, I don't have to save his brother three times." ”

Only Han Xian could hear the low roar.

The roar mixed with the gurgling of blood in the throat rushed out of the air: "Ahh

The hand holding the gun has been tightened, how could a good soldier leave his partner, Han Xian can't do it, but he Wu Jitang can.

What the eye could perceive, the roar centered on Wu Jitang, like waves in the water, was desperately rushing around, and how could the source of evil in the hands of the old man be willing to show weakness, the invisible black light flashed and took the initiative to meet Wu Jitang's roar, silently colliding together.

The wind stirred wildly in the air, and the blood mist on the ground danced, and those who were greedy must have been moved and shocked, because the blood mist evaporated because of the agitation, and exposed everything naked to the sun.

The once comfortable temperature was so cold, and their hands were covered with blood, but they succumbed to the kindness of the sun or shocked the divine might of Wu Jitang.

And the temperature of the sun is useless for those who sink too deeply, such as Bai Lao'er, who is so close to Wu Jitang, it is like two worlds, his crazy face is not touched by half a point, and the Bai patriarch who is far away on the ground is even more so, there is that ugly thing that is bubbling black in their eyes.

And the sun is ridiculous to the true source of evil.

Ya Gongzi's expression was already very solemn, because Wu Jitang in front of him wanted him to see the threat of the future, but in his opinion, everything today should be over, and it was also the beginning of a feast, and he said in a low voice: "Let's start." ”

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