The warmth that fell in her heart not only represents improving her combat power again, but also represents that she is trying to overcome the fear in her heart, even if she sees Heqing's cold body, she will not hesitate to do it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The early sun. ”

Han Xian, who jumped into the air, let out a low roar, and a trace of red light flashed out of his arm, and of course this was armed with red line means, if it was based on Han Xian's cultivation in the Eight Realms of Bone Casting, a yawn from his left beard might blow him to death.

But with the gift of red lines, why not fight that war.

Zuo Qiu is not a fool, he is also a person who has been with the rivers and lakes for a long time, Han Xian's physical abnormality has long been in his heart, and this exchange is indeed just a sigh, and he whispered: "Lord Xiangguo, I'm afraid I will have to be entrusted with it." ”

Perhaps from the very beginning, Zuo Beard knew that he was doomed.

This is not only the unstoppable ability of the red line, but also the hope that the red line can accompany Heqing's side, and how Heqing's henchmen don't know Heqing's thoughts about the red line.

But one wrong step, every wrong step.

Now Heqing, who is hiding in the soil, is just as afraid as the red line, and Heqing is indeed more cowardly than the red line, because the red line can at least use other people's hands to hide the unwillingness in his heart, and he and Qing will only keep the fear out of their bodies.

But even if Zuo Qiu knew it in his heart, if Han Xian didn't have some means, or if the red line's heart was not firm enough, then his promise would still be unshakable: "Stop him outside the blood river." ”

The long black hair was windless, and a pair of big fan-like hands swung directly at Han Xian's fist.

"Bang~~"

Han Xian's fists had already slammed into the palm of the left beard, and the air suddenly cracked, but Han Xian's face was already overjoyed, under the crushing of his own early sun, the momentum of the left beard became shorter, his body was three points shorter, and he was defeated, and he staggered a little under his feet.

Zuo Qiu's face was covered with a dense gray color, and he sighed secretly in his heart: "It seems that the will of the red line to see Xiangguo is very strong." His gaze couldn't help but sweep away like Han Xian's face, and his anger suddenly rose.

Obviously, the smug smile on his face made him very unhappy, and he roared in his mouth: "Boy, don't be happy too early, you can also eat me." ”

"Wind Chops the Grass"

Han Xian's fist suddenly loosened, and his half-stagnant figure in the air fell even deeper, and for a while, his full strength fell completely into the air.

And the terrible thing is that the palm of the left beard is clasped tightly in his fist, and he is happy to turn into a vigilant cold, and he snorts coldly in his heart: "Is this the softness of the grass?"

But Han Xian was not afraid: "Hmph, everything is just crushing in the face of absolute power." ”

The roar in Han Xian's heart was undoubtedly cheering himself up, but before Han Xian's strength could be completely emanated from his heart, there was already a sneer on the black face of the left beard.

Han Xian's heart suddenly became shocked, and a leg shadow appeared in the corner of his eye.

How can 'the wind chop the grass' only have the softness of the grass, and the strength and urgency of the wind.

"Haha, you are still very immature in terms of fighting methods, and now General RB will teach you how to do your back. Zuo Qiu laughed indulgently, and his heart was happy: "It seems that the promise still has a chance to be fulfilled, after all, this stupid boy has no brains." ”

The palm of his left bearded hand clasped Han Xian's fist with the force, while the right leg flowed, and the shadow of his leg turned into a whip shadow.

Although Han Xianyi was the first to be vigilant about this, it was indeed just because of the bitterness in Tian's heart.

The fist is trapped in hate, and the leg shadow that is about to kill the lower abdomen is of course the pain in the future.

And the hatred and the pain that was about to be added to the body were all transformed into ruthlessness by Han Xian, since everything was inevitable, there was only one way to fight to the death.

As soon as his heart was horizontal, he simply ignored the kick that hit the abdomen of Zuo Qiu, and his own punch was buckled, and the other hand was still there, how could he not fight.

The Tao followed his heart, and suddenly breathed, and his fist slammed straight into the head of the left beard.

Everything on Han Xian's face fell into Zuo Xian's gaze, and he almost laughed out loud in his heart: "Silly boy, what do you think, do you think you have such an opportunity?"

Yes or no, Han Xian didn't think about it, all he could think about was that he couldn't take this kick in vain, and he had to find some interest to turn back whenever he could.

But Han Xian's fearlessness was used by the wrong person, and Zuo Xian didn't know how many life and death struggles he had experienced, and Han Xian's level of rivers and lakes was completely insufficient in his eyes.

wanted to fight for his life, but Zuo Qiu didn't give him such a chance.

"Bang~~" The wind on the left beard has already cut on Han Xian's grass.

Han Xian's face was full of bitterness, the kick on the lower abdomen was really painful, but Han Xian's pain was not only these, but more of the unwillingness of the fist, his fist was so close to the face of the left beard, so close that he couldn't tolerate a straw, but such a close distance did become a moat-like existence.

When the left bearded leg slashed on Han Xian's lower abdomen, his hand released the fist that was clasped in response.

And it was this simple looseness that successfully lost the capital and interest that Han Xian longed for, Han Xian's fists were strong, and the strength of his legs and feet was not small.

landed on Han Xian's lower abdomen, and Han Xian became a rootless grass, blown and slashed by the wind, his fists smashed into the air, and his face grinned in the air.

"Poof. ”

As soon as Han Xian's body covered the ground with four feet, it bounced up rapidly, and its speed made Zuo Xian a little stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his promise swirled in the wind again, and he said bitterly in his heart: "Is this person too skinny, he was kicked by himself, and he didn't have any injuries at all." ”

Whether it hurts or not, only Han Xian himself knows best.

The cold expression on his face could only praise Han Xian's very clever means of enduring pain, in fact, he had already screamed in pain in his heart, but his heroic spirit could not be short, he could only endure it.

And now Han Xian doesn't dare to attack rashly, even if the gift of the red line is very strong, but this strength really can't hide the thinness of his body, and it is not false to be beaten and painful.

Although Han Xian did not move, Zuo Qiu unintentionally delayed, after all, in Weishan, he was not the only one who had thoughts about Han Xian.

The sudden brilliance in his hand flashed, and a narrow-bladed long knife quietly appeared, and he said coldly in his heart, "Hmph, if you can't break you with a kick, I don't believe that the cold knife can't break your body" and his feet moved gently, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, and whispered: "Boy, you better go back." ”

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched, and he said with resentment in his heart: "Bastard, this is not fair. The heart seems to be soft, but a mouth is really hard: "Hmph, if you don't dig Heqing's grave, you won't retreat if you die." ”

At this time, Han Xian had also held the fragments of the imperial seal in his hand, but it could only disguise its fists, and it really couldn't cover its body, but at least there was victory or nothing, although it still seemed to be barehanded, but there was a little comfort in his heart.

"Hehe, then you go to die. ”

As soon as Zuo Qiu's voice fell, the knife in his hand swung towards Han Xian, and a cold light jumped out, heading straight for Han Xian's chest, and his figure followed closely, obviously that sword light was just a vanguard, and the real killing move was indeed himself.

"Sister Line, you must not pit me. ”

Han Xian whispered in his heart, and with a resolute look on his face, he was not afraid of the sword light, and his feet moved, and he took a step forward directly, and his fist was already swinging.

"Poof~~"

Han Xian's step out undoubtedly accelerated the pace of the sword light falling on his body, and his left bearded face was suddenly shocked, Han Xian actually avoided that sword light, and let it slash on his body.

But Zuo Qiu's surprise is indeed more than that, the sword light fell on his body, and he didn't break the skin at all, and now he didn't care about it, hatred quietly arose, hating Han Xian's pair of fists, because he had greeted him in front of him at this moment.

That sword light fell on Han Xian's body without any difference, and now the coldness on Han Xian's face couldn't support that ridiculous face, he was already grinning in pain, and his heart was indeed turning a thousand times in joy and pain.

The good thing is that his skin is rough and his flesh is really resistant to beating.

The pain is true, and the rough skin and thick flesh of yourself must not only endure beatings but also pain.

Just when he was kicked to the ground by Zuo Qiu, Han Xian had a clear determination in his heart that Sister Red Line gave herself not only absolute strength, but also almost fearless defense.

And when the wisp of sword light fell on his body and left only a faint trace, tears flowed in his heart to confirm that his identification was true and reliable.

And the benefits of this pain in exchange for are quite significant, at least now that the bearded face of the left beard is being exposed under his fist, I have wanted to beat him for a long time, and this time I must find it with interest.

Under Han Xian's fist, he actually forcibly stopped his body from rushing in, and retreated backwards, and the long knife in his hand took advantage of the situation to successfully defend in front of him, and the old face finally settled a little bit.

But all the efforts of Zuo Qiu did not surprise Han Xian, and his face was full of disdain, because his pair of fists had become appendages, and that face was still under the power of his fists.

"Bang~~"

"Haha~~"

How painful Han Xian's heart was, how happy this laugh was, he not only got the capital back with a punch, but also asked for the interest back, and the interest was still a corner.

In the end, Zuo Qiu still underestimated the strength of Han Xian's strength, this punch not only broke the knife that protected the face, but also smashed the bridge of his nose, and half of his face was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Hehe, Heqing's people are really waste, and they were beaten by such a hairy boy, it's really a shame for the empire!"

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