He couldn't dodge, when the long knife stabbed into Han Xian's chest, it meant that Zuo Muyi gave Han Xian a chance to add his fist, and Han Xian also made good use of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

'Bang~~'

Han Xian's gaze gave up on that frightened face, there is no doubt that his fist at this moment is where all hope lies, that is the hope of leaving this ghost place, that is the most beautiful.

Of course, Han Xian gambled everything for it, it was not only the power of the Dao, but also the combination of stars, of course, there would be the blessing of the demon and the gift of the red line.

Han Xian stared at everything, and of course did not let go of all the details.

The most beautiful is not perfect.

The slightest horror has risen on his face, and he saw the fist falling on his chest, how beautiful it was, but he didn't see the fist piercing through his chest and crashing into Zuo Mu's heart, how regretful this beauty was.

This is the source of all sorrow, and the beginning of hope.

"Poof, poof~~"

In the world of red blood and dark tombs, Han Xian's fist was not useless at all, at least the red gushing out of Zuo Mu's mouth was his own credit, and this poor credit also completely pulled Zuo Mu's long knife out of his body.

The blood spilled in the air, of course, also has the color of Han Xian.

Zuo Mu staggered to stop his figure, his face was full of fear and smugness, and he already sneered, and shouted at Han Xian: "Carving insect skills." ”

The freezing power left on the body of the cold knife had been suppressed by Han Xian's scorching blood, but one face was indeed cold for eternity, and Zuo Mu's arrogant smile aroused the cold of eternity.

He snorted coldly in his mouth and said, "Hmph, one punch can't break you, two punches will definitely kill your dog." ”

The sound moved, Han Xian thought that he was like a wolf and a tiger and pounced towards Zuo Mu, who was laughing wildly, and the 'Chu Yang' in his hand was in a position, in order to give up the power of the sun front, only the single-minded Chu Yang fist.

This time, just as Han Xian thought in his heart, it would definitely be done, and even the anxious demon in his heart must be full of hope.

Although Zuo Mu is arrogant, his eyes are not blind.

looked at the confidence on Han Xian's face, and saw Han Xian's early sun rushing in.

But the smile on his face did not change for half a minute, but became more excited, and at this moment, the long knife in his hand was slowly raised, and the blade was like autumn water, and there was a trace of dark red on the cold of the blade, which was undoubtedly the residue of Han Xian's blood.

"Silly boy. ”

Zuo Mu glanced at Han Xian's face with playful eyes, a trace of pride, and even a trace of indifference floated at the corner of his mouth, and a roar suddenly exploded in his mouth: "Go die." ”

"Huh"

I didn't know when Zuo Mu's hand moved, let alone how to move, only that the long knife he once held in his hand was thrown out and thrown away.

But it was indeed not these things that made Han Xian shocked, his eyes couldn't help but look at the long knife that was thrown away, and he was very sure that it was not flying towards him, but it was just towards the dead light that Zuo Mu had planted before, could it be discovered by his conscience, and he could not nail it by himself?

This is certainly not the moment to be stupid.

Han Xian saw Zuo Mu's pride, and even more saw the coldness of the long knife.

At this moment, I can see very clearly that the dark red left on the long knife, my heart is 'pounding, pounding', there is its own temperature on it, and Zuo Mu is what he means, what he wants, he already understands most of it in his heart.

"Ah~~"

Han Xian roared, the early sun held in his left hand suddenly dispersed, and the blood from the knife on his chest surged, his right arm had already been raised, and the sun front came out immediately.

The vortex rotated to the extreme, and the power of restraint suddenly filled the entire tomb.

Did Han freeze everything first?

I'm afraid it's still a few points away, at least the wound from the long knife is still bleeding, but can it freeze Zuo Mu's figure?

Because the smile on his face and the smugness on his face had not changed by half a point compared to before, he looked at Han Xian's scream and effort so proudly.

"Heh~"

There was a soft sound, of course, this came from the mouth of Zuo Mu, who was suspected of being frozen.

Undoubtedly, Han Xian didn't want to fix the blood flowing by himself, let alone Zuo Mu's figure, he was full of hope, just hoping that he could fix the long knife that was flying and shooting.

It was all as if it were meant to be.

Han Xian's roar could only make the blood in his chest more fierce, and Rifeng's ability to fix the shape only made the smug sneer on Zuo Mu's face deeper, because neither anger nor Rifeng made the knife that carried its own temperature stop.

"Whew~"

There was a sharp sound, and it was even more soft, and under Zuo Mu's pride, under the witness of Han Xian's grief and indignation, the knife finally fell into the long-awaited black death light.

It turns out that he is the only one who is fixed.

And after the light sound, the sun on Han Xian's right arm quietly dissipated, and Han Xian was stupid again, standing dumbfounded, and could only watch stupidly.

The dumb and stupid must have seen his own face emerge from the black dead light.

"Hey~~"

The demon sighed lightly in his heart, he didn't wait for Han Xian's reply, he was indeed waiting for his death and wanted to save him, but how could he save him, his weak self couldn't control the 'blood', and this body was sealed, which also meant that he was in suffering.

When it was hatred, he hated himself for being impressed by Han Xian's bravery, and he should have been alert when that blade entered his body, but he was indeed like Han Xian, thinking that victory was already in front of him, and he didn't know that the punch was like jumping into the bottomless cold abyss.

"Haha~~"

Zuo Mu let out a long laugh, the grave of the arrogant shock, the even more shocked Weishan trembled, in his opinion, he must think that he had won, and he had won very thoroughly, Han Xian's soul was about to become the cornerstone of his emperor's road, and with himself, he would definitely be able to win thousands of years.

Zuo Mu's arm was slowly raised, and he pointed from afar, in the black death light, the face in it actually smiled, there is no doubt that 'Han Xian' has surrendered to Zuo Mu, and there is no doubt that 'Han Xian' is ready to sacrifice.

Will it be a black swirling refining form?

Han Xian is a person, his true form is a person, how to refine. Refined into a ball of blood?

Zuo Mu's fingers were empty again, but this time the target fell on Han Xian's body.

Even if Han Xian was restrained and his hands were tied to death, he would definitely not beg Zuo Mu for his life, and could only be stupid and godless, but he was alone, and there was really no one to stop him.

How lucky Hongxian and Heqing were, and how unfortunate Han Xian was.

'Han Xian' in the black death light smiled lightly at this stupid and similar-looking person, maybe it was his long-lost relative, and there was a little warm smile on his face.

It was the unfortunate Han Xian, with an unobstructed thing in front of him, and the relatives who had not been seen for a long time approached with a group of dead light carrying misfortune.

The relatives who looked like each other must have carried the cordial greetings of death.

So much so that Han Xian was in his stupidity, there was a trace of fear, but what about being afraid, his legs were like pouring, unable to move, more like he didn't know how to move, just like this body was not his own, and he had become a soul out of his body, adrift.

Zuo Mu's gaze was firmly fixed on Han Xian's face, and there was no doubt that the slightest change in color in the stupidity made him ecstatic, and his soul was frozen, and there were signs of self-recovery under the action of no external force.

Such a pure soul should be a gift from heaven, and if he was born as the Son of Heaven, the Father will certainly give him the same gift as he did ten thousand years ago.

This trace of recovery is truly sad, because Han Xian can personally feel the cordial greeting of death in this only consciousness.

is not afraid of death, that is fighting to the death, in order to live longer.

And now the slow approach of the dead light is like a throat cutter cutting into the skin little by little, seeing everything and feeling everything, and all this really cannot become the power of his own death.

The haze and fear in Han Xian's eyes became stronger and stronger, and there was no doubt that even if he knew that there was no hope to retreat, he still did not give up the belief of struggling.

But sometimes this belief does become a reference point for ridicule.

'Got~~'

This should be an inaudible sound of teeth moving, and the smug Zuo Mu must not have heard it, but Han Xian himself was indeed very clear, and at this moment, not only his teeth moved, but even his previously weak fingers could be slightly bent.

Han Xian must have hoped that the death light would move more slowly, so that he could break through the power of fixation.

The belief of finally struggling made Han Xian see a strange light, and the pride in his heart suddenly protruded, and the soul struggled more and more intensely, but the black death light was also getting closer and closer.

Zuo Mu was amazed at the gloom and fear in Han Xian's eyes, but he was surprised by the twitching of Han Xian's fingers, if he really found out, then he would definitely not be as proud as he is now.

'Po~~'

It was like a ripple of water, but it was indeed very bright in the empty tomb, so that it woke up Zuo Mu's beautiful dream of Heavenly Father.

His face was suddenly shocked, and he couldn't believe his eyes in his heart, because he saw Han Xian's arm raised, and he saw a little bit of dusk floating on his fist.

"No~~"

Zuo Mu saw the wave of Han Xian's fist, which was smashing at his great dream, and he refused to wake up, and begged that this dream could imprison the people of the world.

But at this time, the raised fist had become the tip of the cone that pierced all dreams, and he wanted to stop it, but Zuo Mu, who only cared about stealing joy before, was too far away, how could he make Han Xianwei stop his fist for the death light that was close in front of him.

A little smile floated on Han Xian's face, seeing the swing of his fist, and seeing the light of death approaching him, but this smile really couldn't hide the hidden desolation under his eyes.

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