"Uh~~!!"

One by one, one by one, drowning dumb.

They saw something, they saw them and they couldn't believe it.

Is the waiter powerless to help up?

There was a man on the battlefield, why was he so weak, why was he so weak, why did he fall down even on the big flat road?

With so many whys, guess what they saw?

"Hehe," laughed.

"Hey~~!"

Do you think they were laughing, this was the laughter they saw, this was the low, bone-chilling sneer of death when he saw the horrified look on their faces.

"Hey~!"

Sigh.

A sigh suddenly caused the sunlight, which still had a certain temperature, to provoke a layer of transparent hoarfrost, cold, and people felt doubly cold because of the fear of seeing with their eyes.

Cold?

At this moment, those who stood on the Yingdu City, whether they sighed or were frightened, they were wasting their expressions.

Their coldness is given by timidity.

And now the face is covered in the bitterness of the grass stems, and it is I who feels the real cold.

The road is very flat, and I also have a heart and a brain, so naturally it can't be a fall on the flat road for no reason, all of this is of course from the arrogant guy in front of me.

White Emperor Shaohao.

The name of the first generation of the young people of the demon clan is not false, it really has a lot of ability.

Is this surprising?

Should you feel abnormal about this?

Although he was put down by the above, it was a bit undeserved, but Shao Hao's strength is indeed reasonable, how can the first person of the demon clan be weak.

"Heh~!"

swallowed the bitterness of the bloody grass stems in his mouth, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

There is no doubt that he wants to solve it quickly, but now it seems that this is simply impossible, and it is fundamentally impossible to crush Shaohao with one move.

Now Han Xian's lying down is just to prove that if he still has this idea of a quick solution, I believe that soon this person will not be far from going to hell to be tortured.

"Huh~!"

It is impossible to find Rong Ruo sooner rather than later.

"Heh~!"

Shao Hao, who successfully let himself lie down, smiled and looked at his body, and said: "You should have more than so much strength, if you continue to lie down, then I really have to be happy for you, because you made a wise choice, after all, those lives that bow to me, I rarely kill, because they are not worthy, Han Xian, if you are afraid of death, then lie on your stomach, Han Xian, if you think you are dead, then continue to lie on your stomach, I Shaohao can guarantee that you will not die." ”

Naive joke.

Silly words.

"Whew~!"

Breathing slowly, his body stood up inch by inch, and his eyes immediately fell on Shao Hao's face and said: "You seem to think that you have won, if your means can be as powerful as your mouth, then you will win." ”

Speak?

Talking between enemies is often equated with nonsense.

'Kill!'

"Whew~!"

The previous early yang was broken, and now it is condensed on the arm once, in the beginning of the yang scorching and hidden front, the night is dazzling meteors, and the line is soaring.

"Hmph~!"

In this regard, Shao Hao snorted coldly and whispered: "I'm just afraid that your death is unknown, even if you like to use your fists, I will also play with you with both hands." ”

That's it.

Shao Hao's body stood straight, his upright posture was like a heavenly gate, and his pair of fists were like all the power of the heavenly gate.

"One, Sword Pavilion~~!"

What the?

What the hell did it say, should this be understood as a fist move, or should it be understood as a place name?

Is it important?

This doesn't matter to the people of Yingdu City at all, if it's the name of the move, it's not them who get punched anyway, if it's the name of the place, they won't bury themselves in that place if they die here.

So it doesn't matter.

And for Han Xian, this is also not important.

It doesn't matter what it's called, it's who is strong and who is weak.

"Whew~!"

The fist swept through the air, and there was a sound in two.

Han Xian's Chuyang fist shattered the air, and Shao Hao's Sword Pavilion was also crushing the air, breaking in two, and the crushed broken air had already collided first.

Their fragments intertwined and became the fragments of powder.

The creeps in the cracked air have already fought to a thicker level, and a moment later the general arrives, and the protagonist appears, and the fists are interlocking right now.

"Bang~!"

A small whisper, which is an extremely slight sound.

"Bang~!"

The clashing fists were making a sound, but this time it was no longer a small sound, it was just a little bit heavier, but this slightly aggravated sound was indeed a sudden air that would become powder across the space.

Compared with the fist, the fist does not give up an inch of land, and does not retreat a step.

Whether it is Shao Hao or Han Xian, from their fists to their bodies, they are as hard and strong as Xuantie, and they are on par with each other.

Qi do three spit out.

There are three forces of force.

"Bang~!"

In the gritted teeth of the human face and the demon face, and the death of the fist blade, Xiao Xiaotong finally heard a loud sound after a while.

The sound spreads, like two mountains colliding.

The voice was hoarse, as if blood was flying.

But after all the enthusiasm is even more enthusiastic, what is created is still as immovable as a mountain.

But even so, Han Xian's people and Shaohao's demon are still strong and resolute with half a step, their teeth are the same tightly closed, their expressions are the same hideous want to stuff each other into their mouths and swallow without chewing, their eyes are opposite, it is a battlefield where dark knives fight, and the pair of fists that seem to be static are like the place where the sword is fighting.

Bright?

This light is really bright and eye-catching.

The first sun is shining, the sword pavilion is majestic, and the light of the early sun is intended to sweep away the majesty of the sword pavilion, but in the end, the majesty is still more and more majestic in the hunting wind, and similar to the same, Shao Hao's sword pavilion intends to break Han Xian's early sun.

The results are clear at a glance.

Where Han Xian was still there, Shao Hao never retreated.

So, do these weird, static, and quiet fist clasps want to hold each other until the sky is old and the sea is rotten?

"Whew~!"

The wind blows.

Although Han Xian is infatuated, it is for people and Rong Ruo, as for the demon, not to mention the demon clan Shaohao in front of him, it is better to try his best to kill it.

"Hmph~!"

Han Xian snorted coldly in his mouth, and the straightened fist did bend suddenly, and his elbow was raised downward, and he picked up Shao Hao's fist and arm by the way, and if he succeeded, how could the other arm be idle, and immediately clenched his fist and smashed it into Shao Hao's chest.

It's still a fist, this way will definitely make you hurt, just ask you if you die.

This is Han Xian's thoughts.

Because he was the first to think, he was able to take the lead in doing it, but I have to say that Shao Hao is a smart demon, it instantly understood its own bad situation, and it instantly knew how to move back to the bad situation.

Head.

Weapons all over his body.

Then it is conceivable that there are derivative means all over the body.

Skull point to skull impact.

Han Xian's backhand fist smashed to disembowel Shao Hao, and Shao Hao's head hit to break Han Xian's head into a five-colored dyeing workshop, everything.

Now at this moment.

Because of the meeting of the fists, it has caused people to be so close to the demon, and it is almost impossible to dodge and take it, this is not almost at all, this is simply impossible, for the sake of meat to carry.

Shao Hao, his chest was affirmed.

Han Xian, the head should fight the head into a must.

"Bang~!"

Rushing around seems to be a meeting of thousands of miles, although the two voices come from two different places, but the sound is indeed too shocking and consistent.

The fist clasped his chest, and Han Xian succeeded.

The head buckled the head, and Shao Hao succeeded.

"Whew~!"

Kiss, thousands of miles of rushing This time the final kiss, but this time compared with the death of the fist, it is better to leave than decisively, almost in the blink of an eye, Han Xian and Shaohao hurriedly separated.

"Whew~!"

The wind blows lips red and teeth white.

"Whew~!"

The wind blows the face and the ears are red.

The two bodies, the distance, the two faces, staring at each other so calmly, but the calmness on these two faces is so treacherous, the wind blows, and the wind looks closely.

It was as if Han Xian's lips were trembling.

It seemed that the corners of Shao Hao's eyes were trembling.

What is the look of these two different faces? Is this trembling and trembling the same mind? Is it the legacy of the same distress?

"Hiss~!"

I still can't hold back.

After holding on for a long time, he gasped for cold air in his mouth, and quickly raised his palm, rubbing his forehead constantly, and hissing from time to time.

What is this trying to express?

It hurts, of course it's because it's too painful to put into words, and he holds his forehead and screams in a low voice.

Han Xian is like this, so does it prove that Shao Hao is a little stronger than himself.

It may be, but it doesn't seem much better.

The rubbing that Han Xian is doing now, the Shao Hao in front of him is also doing it, but it is only taking care of its chest, and its mouth is also the same words as Han Xian, the same vague words, it really hurts to express it without understanding.

"Whew~!"

A wind passed.

A wind disturbed.

In the blink of an eye, the man and the demon were extremely uncoordinated and stopped all the funny, I don't know at what speed Han Xian put down the hand holding his forehead, nor did he know at what speed Shao Hao dropped the hand that held his chest, and I don't know what kind of determination they were determined to change the remnants of the painful grinning on their faces, only that after a wind came, the two of them became gods and demons again, and they were not calm.

"Whew~~!"

The wind passed slowly.

This time it tried to avoid making a sound, because it was also very afraid that it would hurt the air and shatter it into powder because of its abruptness.

Looking?

The four eyes are facing each other, and the bitterness is deep.

On Yingdu City, many eyes painstakingly stretched their necks, wondering what happened to the vague figure covered in the dark night?

It's still.

The look of the eyes seems to achieve the stillness of the air.