The black-robed man who was pierced by the Wuxiang Feng was really cold at this moment, so cold that his soul returned to the Nine Shadows. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but the fox is dead, the fox is not sad, but there are endless complaints.

"Idiot. The black-robed elder's gaze must have swept over the cold corpse on the ground, and his mood was extremely bad at the moment, the original plan that had almost been completed was all collapsed because of stupidity, and he had already dragged Guan Hanning's senses, isn't it a trivial matter to take down a small Han Xian, but now, he can only be full of resentment in his heart, and the black-robed man is even more innocent in his heart.

It is impossible for a dead person to defend himself, and the only thing he can do is to lie quietly and let his blood clot and drain, giving everyone a good warning.

Die or die.

Han Xian's face was already a little gray, although the black-robed man had been stabbed to death by himself, but the knife on his waist and the pain were all telling of fear, and now Han Xian's heart was more afraid of himself, when did he seem to be obsessed with the color of flesh and blood.

Fear finally grew in his heart, but how could Han Xian, the root of all this, know.

And the 'Demon Knife' who knew all this would not tell Han Xian about the horror of the knife that inhabited the star map, and the blood line that permeated the Dao Tree was the root of the murderous calendar.

But it's not useless, at least it can enhance Han Xiandao's ability, but these are ridiculous compared to the loss of that soul.

If you want to find your way back, you can only rely on yourself.

What Han Xian needed now was to suppress all fears, because this was not the time for them to overflow, and the whole room was quiet again.

Behind is the largest empty door, for the black behind, Han Xian has endless reverie, so that cold sweat is flowing on his face, although he is afraid of a short knife to wipe his neck, but there are no eyes behind his head.

The night passed by minute by minute, Huo Xin had waited long enough, the strings in his hand had changed abruptly, and the light flowing on the blue soul notes floating in front of him was even clearer, like flowing water like light clouds.

In the shadows, the black-robed elder's brows furrowed slightly, and the imprisoning power emanating from the blue soul spear in his eyes actually made him a little sluggish.

I didn't understand what Huo Xin meant, and snorted coldly in my heart: "Hmph, think I really need you?"

Although his mouth was hard, the black-robed elder also knew that the longer he dragged on, the worse it would be for him, and now it was impossible to suddenly restrain Han Xian, who was living under the protection of Guan Hanning's wings, and as long as he moved away, everything would be easy to say.

The moonlight flowed into the room with the sound of the piano, and the shadows were stretched out minute by minute, and for this only movement, who could not pay attention to it, Guan Hanning's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, staring at them deadly.

"Pound~~"

It must be that there are palpitations, Han Xian watched the shadow flow to Guan Hanning's feet, his heart began to beat violently, and his eyes couldn't help but sweep over Guan Hanning's cold face, although he was dignified, he was much more stable than himself.

If it was Han Xianding who didn't wait for the shadow to get close, he stabbed out without Xiangfeng.

Is it closer?

The shadow had already kissed Guan Hanning's shoes, but all this seemed to have stopped, Guan Hanning didn't move, the sky and the moon didn't move, and the shadow didn't move.

"Zheng~"

Han Xian's eyes were full of surprise, and he hurriedly looked at the Blue Soul Spear, and a whirlwind of blue energy surged out, and went straight to Guan Hanning.

Obviously, Huo Xin was creating an opportunity for the black-robed elders.

Han Xian saw it, and Guan Hanning must have known it, but his eyes were not startled by the sudden high-pitched piano sound, let alone panicked because of the blue whirlwind.

Guan Hanning's indifference fell into Huo Xin's eyes, which was a kind of fulfillment, and the blue whirlwind carried the momentum of ice and thunder and quickly strangled towards Guan Hanning's head.

But Guan Hanning was still indifferent.

And everything could not be stopped because of Guan Hanning's indifference, the long hair was blown wildly by the agitation, and just as the whirlwind was about to kiss the head, the gun in the hand finally moved.

But Han Xian's face was full of shock, because the direction of the spear was aimed at the shadow under his feet, rather than to save his head, and at this time, Guan Hanning's face was even more sneered.

"Toot ~"

The spear slashed into the wood, and the shadow under its feet did not change at all, it was really lifeless, and the sneer completely turned into horror.

It can be said that Han Xian didn't look at the sadness of the spear entering the wood, and his eyes never left the blue whirlwind, because it had already hit his head, and his mouth was completely open, he was really stunned.

Is the whirlwind a cover-up, or is it that Guan Hanning has supreme power and ignores the impact of the whirlwind at all.

"Hmph~" Huo Xin snorted coldly, he thought that Guan Hanning's fall had paved the way, and now it was up to the black-robed elder's methods.

When the blue whirlwind completely collapsed, a cold moonlight pointed directly at Guan Hanning's eyebrows, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out strangely.

Han Xian's joy hadn't been put away yet, and his shocked face forcibly occupied his cheeks, and the blood in his eyebrows was too bewitching.

"Ah~"

A miserable scream suddenly exploded in the room, and the holy and fierce aura suddenly rushed out of the window, of course he cherished life, and it may be hope to be alive now.

The black-robed elder must not have believed it, that holy aura couldn't help but imprison the short knife, and even more so his own body, and this was the beginning of the tragedy.

Guan Hanning will not be merciful to the enemy, and the spear has already been loosened in the palm of his hand, and at this time, it is even more choked on the throat of the black-robed elder, and his face is full of gloom and disbelief.

This must be what Huo Xin dreamed of, and with this holiness, she was even more dusty in the moonlight, and a trace of blush suddenly flashed on her pretty face.

In Huo Xin's eyebrows, there must be bright blood flying out on its own and falling into the soul notes in front of him, and the strings in his hand never stopped, there is no doubt that it is vitality, and that face is as pale as paper.

A touch of reddish strange circulation on the Blue Soul Gun.

"Poof~"

At this moment, how could Guan Hanning still suppress the sound of the qin, the blood and qi in his chest were surging, but it was not these that were bitter, the body of the black-robed elder who was originally choked by the neck was like quicksand and ashes, and faded away.

Han Xian's eyes were full of worry, and without thinking, he wanted to rush over and fight with Guan Hanning.

Of course, the wish is beautiful, but everything is cruel, and he will not care about the concern in Han Xian's heart, the 'Demon Knife', in his opinion, Han Xian is better to stay.

Do you want to move?

Of course Han Xian thought, but the disappointment and panic filled the whole body, and he must not be able to believe it in his heart, why couldn't he move again, and when he killed the black-robed man just now, he still moved freely, but now?

Nothing was fake, even if Han Xian vented all the power of the Star Atlas, it would be impossible to shake Huo Xin's confinement of wielding the Blue Soul under the consumption of vitality.

Of course, all this is just a joke in front of the 'Demon Knife'.

But he didn't even want to laugh, he just looked at it coldly.

The black-robed elder who turned into ashes and sand completely disappeared from Guan Hanning's palm, and the place where he appeared made Guan Hanning so helpless, and made Han Xian even more hateful.

He half-squatted in front of Guan Hanning, and held a black short knife in his hand, undoubtedly it was something that wanted to control Hanning's life, maybe because he was afraid of long nights and dreams, but also because he was afraid that his heart would be guarded by that thing, the knife of the black-robed elder gave up the most fatal place, but stabbed directly into the lower abdomen.

Guan Hanning must have been shocked in his heart, why was that power suppressed and imprisoned by the blue soul spear, and the black short knife didn't care why?

Huo Xin knows more about the 'Emperor Seal' than anyone else, and he also knows how to suppress him.

Huo Xin, who used the blue soul gun as his eyes, must have seen it very clearly, the black edge stabbed at Guan Hanning's lower abdomen minute by minute, the man who had shed tears in the forest had appeared in his mind, and the man with blurred eyes in the restaurant had struggled in his heart, and the temperature on his lips had been remembered by his heart.

Maybe Huo Xin remembered all this in her heart, but all this was buried in the most corner of her heart, maybe he would inexplicably surge out one day, but today she thinks she has no choice.

What about the Six Realms of Dengfeng, being imprisoned is as powerless as Han Xian, the short knife pierces through the clothes, the short knife pierces the skin, and the short knife stirs the originally harmonious flesh and blood.

Guan Hanning's proud body blocked Han Xian's sight, and from the sneering and smug eyes of the black-robed elder, he thought he knew everything, forgot to speak, and forgot to breathe, and his brain forgot to think.

All that remains is the almost dim memory.

Seeing it with his own eyes, Huo Xin must not want to admit it, but a trace of tears still pierced the pale pretty face, which can only prove that although there are memories in his heart, he can't change the established facts.

The black short blade had been withdrawn, and now all the worries of the black-robed old man were superfluous, and the heart and throat were the Shadowmen's favorite places, and his body slowly stood up.

For Guan Hanning, slowness is torture, Huo Xin is like this, Han Xian is also like this, the only difference is that he doesn't want to give up and can't do anything.

Suddenly, a slight red glowed in Huo Xin's eyes, and then turned into a bright dazzle, and the color of disgust immediately filled this cold pretty face.

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