Alone?

A group of people?

It's really majestic to be alone in a group of people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This majesty made the fish people in the audience sneer, since when did the defeat of the young man mean that the whole clan knelt.

They admit that Han Xian has unexpected abilities.

But they even admitted that Han Xian had the ability to breathe unexpectedly.

Quiet.

Cold.

Who would fight themselves brainlessly?

There are so many people in the audience, they have never thought of fighting alone, they are a group, and they are a big group.

If it weren't for them to advance recklessly, Han Xian at this moment would probably have been pierced through his heart by ten thousand arrows.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter is the face, but it is the embarrassment of the heart.

Han Xian tried his best to calm himself down in the awkward dissipation, and asked with a red face: "Was I too arrogant just now?" ’

What an arrogance just now.

It's so arrogant that he has no friends, and even Yu Xunhui, who had just gotten up from the mud at this moment, couldn't help but look at Han Xian a little sideways.

Is this still a good person?

The heart was muttering: "Should this be understood as Han Xian is an arrogant good person, or should it be understood as a calm bad person." ”

"Hmph~~. ”

This voice was cold, like the anger of the sky, and Han Xian, who was immediately startled, trembled slightly.

Yu Jutian is snorting coldly in his mouth, telling everyone that no matter who it is, any thoughts in your hearts are superfluous.

Undoubtedly, at this moment, he has already agreed with the idea of seeking the future, such a person is not worthy of an offering for sacrifice, he just deserves to die, that's all.

Hands dance.

As Han Xian said, it is a person, the patriarch of the fish clan.

There was no bow in his hand, but Han Xian really felt the clanging of the strong bow, and even heard the fluttering of the strings, and the already flame-shaped tattoo on the face of the Jutian patriarch seemed to be really about to come back to life.

"Hum~~. ”

The abrupt Han Xian's body trembled, a hot light flashed above his head, and his palm hurriedly wiped his scalp, his heart was a little calm, and he was glad: "Fortunately, this bald head is still there." ”

"Uh~~. ”

And when his eyes reunited on Yu Jutian's body, it was already painful to the point of eye cramps.

What is that?

The old man was holding the bow in his hand, and it was the old man who was making a big bow that gathered from the flames, and the arrows drawn by his fingers were even more miraculous.

It's not a real arrow, it's a fish, it's a fish that swims quickly.

"Goo. ”

The throat was squirming silently again, and the saliva that was swallowed into the heart was asking again: 'Can you stop this?' This question, the heart has already arranged the answer, and it is a very simple answer.

Ruthless to the point of absolute certainty.

Even if he added two Han Xian to himself, then the Jutian Patriarch would still be shot through with one arrow.

The saliva that was swallowed into the heart was not only asking this one, but it was also asking: 'Are you going to die?'

If you can't stop it, you're dead.

This should be understood as a matter of course, but Han Xian can also pray for the blessing of the heavens, and the patriarch of the fish clan will show mercy to his subordinates.

So is it possible?

This begging has never appeared in Han Xian's heart, and now he is full of urgency that he wants to live, and he must live with more than 200,000 dead souls on his back.

Where is the hope?

All the hope is not in his heart, it is indeed in his own bosom that he has hidden the hope of his own life, maybe when the master re-delivered it to himself that day, he already thought that he would have the current trouble.

The bow made of Dao in Yu Jutian's hand is exactly the same as the Great Bow of the Falling Sun.

This should be imitation, and this should be Han Xian's hope.

'Hope it helps. ’

This is what the heart really wants.

At this moment, the bow in the old man's hand derived from the Tao has become a full moon in the opening, and it has been pulled to the extreme, and one face is pious, to the sky, to the earth, to Qifeng, to the clansmen, and to the bow that has been lost.

Someone else's stuff will always be someone else's stuff.

No matter how tightly you hide it, how dense it is, and how impenetrable it is, fate always has the means to let yourself spit it out obediently.

Will Han Xian have this realization?

Han Xian will have this nobility?

Pull it down, this is completely forced to be helpless, the little life is hanging by a thread, what else is there to hide, in addition to life, what else is there to hide at this moment?

"Haha. ”

Han Xian laughed out loud, he was mad at the pain of the flesh, this madness seemed to be confident and proud of everything in the world, and he said in his mouth: "I admire the bow skills of the fish clan, but I am also fortunate to find a good bow, boy, today I happen to be the elder of the same clan, please teach you the skills of flying arrows and arrows." ”

Sound break.

Han was slow at first, and the Sunfall Bow in the bag was already full of anticipation, it was home, it was so close to home.

"Hum~~. ”

The flame is bright.

This clarity made the whole world stunned.

"Woo~~~. ”

"Huhu~~~. ”

Woo woo hoo, this is the joy of people's weeping mixed with the wind, among which there is the joy of the mountains, and this mountain is even more in the source of enlightenment.

What is that?

What is it that the man holds in his hand?

The people of this fish tribe are known to everyone, they have seen it during the day and at night, but their vision is indeed true and false, and this falsehood is the truth engraved on the bronze pillar.

That's not true.

The fish clan, for thousands of years, all the fish clan has seen is just a false shadow, and today, they are not fortunate to have three lives, but their ancestors are in the same way.

The ancestral artifact has finally returned to the land of the ancestors.

"Poof~~. ”

There was a knee hitting the ground, and then a head banging on the ground, and this was the beginning, and this was the end of all the knees and heads prostrate.

At this moment, Han Xian's face did not see a trace of a smile.

At this moment, Han Xian's face was eternally solemn.

And the Sunfall Bow in his hand is being pulled apart, and the flames are red, this is the color that the flame should have, this is the truth, the white fire that surrounds the totem to make Changming, it is precisely because of the loss of the 'Sunfall Bow' that it will fade into white.

Now, the Sunfall Bow is here.

Now, the Sunfall Bow is being drawn.

The flame of the totem, ten thousand years, finally found the color that really belongs to itself, in the rise, the fish swims into a dragon, do soaring, the bow is like a big sun, and it is everlasting.

The totem is using its color, its variation, to tell the fish people that the sunfall bow in Han Xian's hand is real.

Edge to edge.

Han Xian's sunfall is an arrow that leads to flames, and against the front, the patriarch of the fish clan uses the sunfall bow derived from the Dao as the arrow of the fish, which is stronger or weaker?

The true sunset is indeed a weak scum.

Why is it weak?

Weakness is Han Xian's weakness, and the bow is only opened by one point, but the Jutian patriarch is indeed fully open, and the Dao that is several times stronger than Han Xian's is Yan Zhen's edge.

Self-improvement is really strong.

The gap between them cannot be bridged by a single bow, not even by True Sunfall.

"Whew~~. ”

This is the breath, this is the breath that echoes in the mouth of the patriarch of the heavens, and the sharp edge of the falling sun is staring at itself, it is like a relative, and he is his relative.

There is no edge between relatives.

When the fish that makes arrows disperses, falsehood is falsehood, and even if it is strong enough to cover up the edge of truth, it still can't change the essence of falsehood.

The road is scattered, and the bow is scattered.

"Poof~~. ”

Gao Tai trembled, the patriarch of the fish clan, this old man was kneeling, his knees were kneeling for the generations of the fish clan in ten thousand years, and he was kneeling for the ancestors of the fish clan.

On and off the stage are all pious faces.

And Han Xian's face was solemn from the beginning to the end, and he should know in his heart that the fish clan's kneeling was not for himself, but for the bow in his hand.

They look to meet it.

The flame arrows of the Sunfall were scattered minute by minute, and although the arrows were scattered, the fire on the Sunfall Bow that returned to its homeland could not be extinguished, and it was calling: 'Go home yourself.' ’

"Poof~. ”

This is the sound of footsteps like a head knocking on the ground, Han Xian held the 'Falling Sun Bow' in both hands, his eyes were solemn, his god was solemn, his feet rose and fell, and he was walking towards the kneeling Jutian patriarch step by step.

This 'Sunfall Bow' was brought by himself, and at this moment he is sending off the last journey.

After a journey, then it is no longer its own.

And it was not his own, from the moment He Qing handed it over to himself, it was not for himself, it was just a stepping stone for the return of things to their original owners.

It is needed to knock on the door of the fish-people.

Thousands of miles have passed under his feet, and these few steps away, Han Xian walked extremely heavy, every step was in the heart of the fish people, and it was also in Han Xian's own heart.

The fish clan, painful and happy, we live up to our ancestors in this life.

Han Xian, in pain and pain, I am so sorry for myself today, I am as reluctant as I am to give it away, but I am reluctant to go in front of the patriarch of Jutian.

The old man was kneeling.

While kneeling, Han first handed over the Sunfall Bow to him.

Asked, did Han accept this kneeling?

"Poof~~. ”

Both knees also knocked on the ground, and the last journey of the send-off came to an end, and the Sunfall Bow would no longer be his own, and he couldn't bear this kneeling, and he had to return it.

The kneeling of the knees becomes the respect of the spine.

Han Xian's bow was a big gift from a young man, and the old man who was worshipping the patriarch of Jutian was already holding the bow with both hands, holding it high above his head, and sending it off.

"Sunfall. ”

The patriarch of Jutian said earnestly and sadly, his hands were already trembling, he didn't dare, these hands didn't dare to approach, this old man couldn't believe that all this was true.

And the unique color of the falling sun is indeed to say that all this is true.

"Whew~~. ”

Greeting the ancestral artifact should not be kneeling, the patriarch of Jutian is standing up, and the fish clan people in the audience are also standing up with him, and only Han Xian is kneeling on the ground at this moment.

It is indeed the whole fish clan that can be saluted.

The Jutian Patriarch and the Yu Clan were bowing respectfully, and they were bending down to welcome the ancestral artifact, which was the ultimate respect.

The hands that didn't dare finally landed on the sunfall bow of the flames and cheers in a trembling dare.

When the flames were warm, the old man's trembling hands were no longer trembling, and the people of the Bandai Fish Clan were giving him courage, giving him the strength to grasp, and all of them were giving him a straight proud backbone.

"Hum~~. ”

This is the sound of the bow returning home, this is still the long song that the totem mother is making for her son's homecoming, and the patriarch of Kutian stood up straight in the warm red of the flames.

"Poof~~. ”

In the audience, the knees fell down again, and the tears became crying, and there were old people, men, women, teenagers, and young children.

They are using their tears of joy to talk about their luck.

They are also thanking Han Xian.

"Please. ”

This is the real please, in the thank you of the fish people, Han Xian was supported by the patriarch of Jutian to stand up, and it was a kind of comfort to have such a courtesy with heartache and blood.

"Hey, it wasn't my own. ”

Seriously.