There must have been very few people who saw the desolation of Han Xian's body, because Han Xian's body was so small that it was inaudible compared to the sharp arrows that shot in the air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Everyone, whether they were bound in the air like the ancient wind, or those who lurked in the shadows and manipulated the puppets, almost all bowed their noble heads under this arrow.

The light scattered by the black ghost flame on the sharp arrow covered the color of the emperor's light that bloomed from Guan Hanning's heart.

And under the shuttle of sharp arrows, the space is cracked inch by inch, more like a proof that the hope of the obscure Tibetan people is shattered every minute, are they stupid when they are surprised, do they let the 'wrong step' sit on the ground?

They don't want to, and they don't dare.

"Stop it, stop him~~"

The cold sweat on the skull slipped silently in this roar, and there was no hot whistling sound in the darkness, only a pair of eyes that sank like iron.

Hope for geometry?

How much hope is there to get back the imperial seal, and how much hope is there to block the arrows?

These eyes and faces are nervous and expectant to watch.

The master's roar was anxious in his ears, he was a fleshless puppet, and the arm of the green dragon was in a fierce struggle, and he wanted to take out this heart quickly.

And beside it, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu puppet all turned into their true forms and hurriedly rushed towards the arrows.

With his master's stop, the white tiger's body flashed again and again, and a pair of sharp claws had already popped out, which must be hard claws driven by the hard body.

It's pounced on the arrows, and the arrows are coming at it.

In the dim sunlight, the claws of the white tiger shimmered with a cold luster, if it was Han Xian's body that was caught, then it would definitely be flesh and blood, and the muscles and bones would be broken.

It's ridiculous, it's a human body under these sharp claws.

"Shhh ”

The claws and arrows touched together, and the white tiger was still leaping forward, but this leap was indeed a little bit of dwarf destruction, starting with the claws.

Under the arrow is also the beginning of the flying ash, the claws have become flying ashes, how can the head be spared, the entire backbone and its tail are instantly wiped out into slag.

The Sacred Heart, the puppet, under the sharp arrow and bloody edge, there is not even a single part left.

There was a muffled gasp in the darkness, but their eyes were still looking.

Although the white tiger is destroyed, but Suzaku and Xuanwu are still behind, and they have not really failed, so they will definitely be able to stop it.

The fluttering Suzaku body completely turned into a huge firebird, and the scorching flames were gushing, but the flames were deep and black under the ghost flames of the sharp arrows, and even a trace of flames could not be dispersed.

It's flying towards the arrows, and the arrows are flying towards it.

And at this moment, its beak turned into a scorching flame, and its entire body turned into a furnace that burned everything, if Han Xian was pecked and swallowed into his abdomen, then it must have completely turned into charred ash before he felt pain.

What a foolishness, is this hearth beak a human body?

"Poof. ”

When the beak of the finch touched the arrow, the Suzaku was still soaring, but the ghost flame arrow did disappear strangely, and must have been swallowed up in the furnace and turned into ashes.

By the way, those who lurk in the darkness must rejoice.

But it is destined that their happiness will not last long, the smile has not yet risen on their faces, and the fiery red of the Vermilion Bird in their eyes is dyed by the ghost aura of Sen Ran in just an instant.

The arrow re-ignited the ghost flame in the sunlight, and the black-stained puppet Suzaku exploded into ashes with a loud bang.

The Sacred Heart, the puppet, under the sharp arrow and bloody edge, not even a single part was left.

In the darkness, the sound of muffled breathing was stuck in the throat, and only the sweat on the door of the head made a weak sound as a drop fell to the ground.

Are they defeated?

There is still a faint struggle in my heart, the shape of the basalt turtle and snake, born to do it for defense, it will definitely be able to block the sharp arrow.

"Surely" In the darkness and coldness, who shouted weakly?

The sharp arrow was flying towards Xuanwu with a fierce ghost flame, but at this moment it did stop its own flying body, it was waiting, waiting for the arrow to approach itself.

In the dim sunlight, Xuanwu completely hid its hands and feet under the turtle shell, and at this moment it has become a small and delicate shield with snake patterns.

Although it is small, it is indeed in the way of progress, if it is in front of Han Xian, it must be a majestic and insurmountable mountain, and it will definitely frown, sighing and thinking hard about how to deal with it.

It's really sad, how can there be a person with a sad face under the mountain.

"Boom~~. ”

The sharp arrow slammed into the snake-faced turtle shield, it really blocked the way of the sharp arrow, and the little snake that was swimming quickly on the turtle shell must be unloading the terrifying power carried by the sharp arrow.

"Whew~~. ”

How many wheezes spit out in the cool darkness, they must have thought that it was really successful, but just when they gasped and thought it was just rising, they found that the time of destruction had just begun.

The ghost flame on the sharp arrow is still there, and the little snake that is swimming on the surface of the turtle shell shield is still running, but there is indeed a trace of ghost flame of different color floating in the sunken lines of the turtle shell itself.

Who could stop the sharp arrow that Han Xian's obsession turned into, and the Xuanwu turtle shell engraved with the different color of the ghost flame was shattered into air by the sigh of its owner in the darkness.

The Sacred Heart and the puppet, under the bloody edge of the arrows, did not leave a single part.

The white tiger was wiped out into scum under Han Xian's blood.

Suzaku was blown up to ashes under Han Xian's blood.

Xuanwu was shattered into air under Han Xian's blood.

Just ask those who are lurking in the darkness, what else can they do to stop Han Xian's footsteps, can they still hope that the green dragon can turn the tide and smash the sharp arrow?

In front of Qinglong's majestic face, his ancestral family treasure is in his hand, but although he is holding it in his hand at this moment, it is indeed not his own, how heavy is this hatred.

This is like a suicide person who is bound to the sinking river, when the water swallows into the abdomen, he finds that death is so uncomfortable, and the tired heart does not really want to die, but at this time he really can't help himself, because the eager heart and eager body can't untie the dead buckles they tied on the shore no matter how hard they try.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

At this moment, it is still in this hidden darkness, and the solemn breathing finally covers the sad sound of cold sweat falling on the ground, and they are speechless when they look at each other, and they are relatively silent.

"Boom~~. ”

The entrance peeked into the magical green dragon's body and was completely destroyed into parts and pieces with the sharp arrow, and the shock of that space was trembling along with this dark and narrow piece.

"Hey, this kid can't stay. ”

The sigh was cold, no matter who it was at this moment, they could understand that they had failed and hated this game, and they had gritted their teeth to hate, of course, they had hated Han Xian into their bones.

When the four elephants were shattered, the confinement that enveloped the entire space also vanished, and the face of the ancient congfeng struggling and roaring with a hint of pleasure emerged, obviously this was obtained from the defeat of the enemy.

But didn't he think this smile was a little earlier, he was not the only one who got out of trouble, the dazzling dazzle of the main peak of the palace returned to the eyes of the Yingdu people, but at this moment they really didn't dare to watch.

Although the sun is still high, the world under the sun is indeed quiet, and the bustling streets are not endlessly crowded, so that the tight and closed doors are filled with this gloomy color.

The main peak of the palace exuded not majesty at this moment, but panic, a trace of panic that would harm oneself.

The people of Yingdu City can hide, when Chu Xin, who is standing in the game at this moment, has no possibility of hiding, Chu's belief is ringing in her heart, and she also finds the burden on her shoulders from the loss, she can't die yet, because the other half is still alive, and because she can't let 'Chu' break on her shoulders.

Guan Hanning's heart beat in his chest again, and the Emperor Kowloon, which he had been waiting for for a long time, finally broke the shackles that were close at hand, and this almost long distance was too long.

The skull and the star map had been waiting for too long, too long.

"Buzz~~~. ”

Gu Congfeng's face was suddenly shrouded in a layer of emperor brightness, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he already understood in his heart that Hanning was condensing, but his face was indeed just a trace of unhappiness.

What about Ning Xian, the strong ants are still ants.

In front of the Witch God Heaven and himself, Guan Hanning is always worth mentioning, and his appearance is just to take the 'Emperor Seal' back into his hands.

He deserves to die, he must die.

"Roar. ”

Long Xiao was in the world, and the nine dragons on his head were completely submerged in Guan Hanning's head, and the majestic dragon face behind him also slowly faded and became invisible after this dragon roar, and at this moment, Guan Hanning had no scars on his body.

Condensation, condensation?

After struggling so far, he finally became it, but at this moment, Guan Hanning, who has successfully condensed immortals, does not have a trace of smile on his face, is it really worth it?

So far, what is the measure of whether the decision was right or wrong?

What I can know is that I owe him again, Guan Hanning thought that this was the first time, all of this was very short-lived, Han Xian's body was still sliding weakly in the air, and the earth was ready to greet this tired body with her virtue.

But man has seen it.