Wu Jitang's Divine Blade stood proudly, just like the sharp claws of a fierce beast that pounced on its prey, and the sharpness of the Divine Blade was much stronger than the sharp claws of a fierce beast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The same Wu Jitang did, and Han Xian, who was one of the claws, also raised the gun.

And whether it is Wu Jitang's spear or Han Xian's, they are not alone, behind them or on their sides, there are countless guns accompanying them, even Guan Hanning, who is at the end, also obeys Wu Jitang's orders.

The wind whistling by, blowing the cold of Shenfeng into the auspicious clouds, so that it can blow through the fog that covers the eyes?

If it really succeeded, then Shi Mo would not have such a deep solemnity on his face, his mind scanned the mist over and over again, even the giant Zhong Yuan was the same.

But their efforts are completely in vain, how can they see it so far away.

Fortunately, they were cautious, and in order to promote the unphased charge, their faces must be very hopeful that the auspicious clouds were just a one-sided vision, because the temptation of flesh and blood has a price.

Hmph, this is a deception, can the fog that can make you feel, will it be just a vision?

Of course I won't believe it.

The neighing of horses was in his ears, and the fog must be very thin, because Han Xianyi could feel the cold blades from his face, they were as cold as his own spear edges, and they were just as eager for flesh and blood to resonate.

The blood in his heart is cold, Han Xian's eyes looked at the thick fog and sneered, just because you want to cover my eyes, it's really ridiculous!

Is it really ridiculous?

Wu Jitang, who was in a position before Han, threw himself into the mist of auspicious clouds, maybe Han Xian didn't pay attention to it, but Wu Jitang's figure disappeared completely, and he didn't even make any waves.

It's not something that can be explained by a simple thickness.

didn't care, didn't find out, Han Xian wouldn't hesitate, and Yun Qi under his crotch also fell into it, and the teamless team jumped in one after another.

The eyes of the people were bright, the voices of their companions completely dissipated, and those behind them must have found out, but none of the unseen people hesitated.

At this moment, Shi Mo's eyes did not fall on the auspicious clouds, but the blood map, the once shining spots were mostly darkened, just like a wind blowing a lamp, extinguishing in an orderly manner.

The solemnity has been replaced by gloom, and he snorted coldly and said, "What the hell is that, is it all dead?"

Guan Hanning's gaze lifted slightly, there were only one or two points of light left on the blood map in the sky, and as the person in front of him jumped into the auspicious clouds and mist, there were only lone dots left on the blood map.

Are they dim?

Guan Hanning's gaze fell into the mist of auspicious clouds, although he knew what it meant, it may be unbelief, or it can be understood as a belief that swears to the death.

The horse under the crotch did not hesitate, and the person on the horse did not hesitate, and the long front was more like a dragon like a fish, proud of it.

"Woo~~~"

Shi Mo's gaze was already shocked. The light of the blood map that was originally suspended in mid-air was completely dimmed, and with a wail, it smashed at Shi Mo's feet like a desolate meteorite meteorite.

Shi Mo didn't look at him, his eyes still fell on the auspicious clouds that emitted soft light, and he said again in a low voice: "Is it really dead?" ”

This kind of identification is not only informed by the blood map, but also the result of sweeping the auspicious clouds again and again.

Swallowing silently in the throat, can such a cloud that exudes a soft light still be called only an 'auspicious cloud'?

It's not too much to say he's the 'Hungry Devil's Den'!

Shi Mo did not give up, his body was still standing proudly, there must be a reason for its appearance, wait, there will definitely be an answer, the eyes in the giant city are also stunned.

Their patience was excellent, and their spines did not bend in the slightest, allowing the wind to scatter the light of the auspicious clouds on their faces.

Is it really dead?

How many black faces there are outside, of course Han Xian doesn't know, the fog still shrouds his eyes, maybe it's instinct, but it should be understood as the nervousness of the first try, and there is a phantom in front of him.

He is the edge of the claw, and the one who stands in front of him is the enemy, and the spear stabbed through with a "ho".

"Poof!!"

Is it too easy, Han Xian doesn't think so, you have to know how advantageous the Wuxiang Feng is, not to mention the blessing of his own Dao power, it is normal to be smashed under the gun.

It's too normal and it's another weirdness.

Yun Hao did not stop because of the spear's stabbing, Han Xian used the spear and horse momentum to pick up the phantom in the fog in one fell swoop.

The strange light flickered quietly, and Han Xian's eyes were full of consternation.

I must not have thought of it, Yun Xiao left the fog behind him with a single step, and his eyes hurriedly swept around, but what rushed into his eyes was still boring green and the empty world.

With a slight pull of the reins with his hand, Yun Xiao slowed down his pace, and Han Xian's gaze finally fell on the edge of his spear, his brows had already twisted into 'Chuan', and he spat out a word resentfully: "Damn!"

Han Xian's arm was slammed into force, it must have been with the intention of shattering the stump nailed to the edge of the spear.

The taunt was naked, and there was no sign of the stump being broken, but Han Xian's efforts were not in vain, the stump slashed towards the ground little by little along the edge of the spear, and Han Xian's eyes were even more blank.

"Poof!"

Han Xian's body was shocked, and the loss of color on his face must have been stunned!

The sound of the stump falling to the ground finally gave Han Xian's face a little look, his eyes looked around again, and he subconsciously asked, "Where is this, where did they go again?"

Where is Wu Jitang who went first, there is no trace of horses stepping on the green grass, and there is no one in the huge world, such a weirdness is suffocating, and he clearly knows that he rushed in with others.

Looking at the fog behind him, a trace of struggle was derived in his mind, maybe retreating was a good path, but the cloud under Han Xian's crotch did not move, because Han Xian did not let it move.

At this time, Han Xian's eyes felt that there was endless danger hidden in the thick mist, as long as he didn't enter it, there would definitely be no bones left.

He should really be glad that Han Xian's intuition saved his life.

In the faceless team, there were not a few people who had the intention of retreating, but when the peaceful clouds were covered with a layer of blood, Shi Mo finally believed in the blood map.

Too many have left their tired bodies behind. ’

That is, retreating is a dead end in Han Xian's opinion, so moving forward has become the only direction, the wind is gently swinging, in this strange world that reveals weirdness everywhere, of course Han Xian does not dare to indulge Yun Qi's footsteps at will.

His eyes carefully examined every inch of land under his feet, and he was really afraid that Yun Qi would fall into the giant pit next.

Han Xian's nerves were as tight as the spear in his hand, and he didn't dare to let go of the slightest movement.

And in such a world, except for the wind and grass, and the sound of Yun Qi's advance, there is not even the slightest superfluous sound, however, Han Xian also knows a sound.

It was the sound of his own heartbeat, he hit his chest again and again, and each time he hit Han Xian, he thought it was warning him of danger.

Should you really think that your suspicions are superfluous?

No matter how hard Han Xian tried, he still didn't find the slightest danger, and there was no giant pit under Yun Hao's feet, but the violent heartbeat did not stop, but as Yun Xian advanced, the impact almost jumped out of his chest.

In the face of the green eyes, the eyes will be tired, Han Xian will definitely feel that this is very dangerous, but Han Xian even more feels that if his heart is allowed to beat like this, it will be even more dangerous.

Yun Xian was stopped, the spear was held horizontally in front of Han Xian, his eyes had been quietly closed, and his breathing was forcibly adjusted, Han Xian tried his best not to care about the annoying wind.

The wind in the weird world never stopped kissing Han Xian's cheek, how comfortable it would be to be cleared by the breeze, the feeling of exhaustion rose from the depths of his mind, and he really wanted to lie on the grass and sleep well, because he was too tired.

But Han Xian didn't move, the figure sitting on Yun Qi's back was as steady as a steady, perhaps in Han Xian's opinion, rest does not necessarily need to lie on the grass, the broad horseback of the person who fights is the most comfortable place to rest.

Only the world of the wind is too quiet, and how many people sleep in it for eternity.

The heart was reloaded into Han Xian's chest, but his eyes had not been opened yet, could it be that the young man was really sleeping and quiet in the wind because he was too tired?

The divine blade that was lying across his chest was suddenly swept around by Han Xianmeng, and those eyes still didn't open.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof. ”

Before he could open his eyes, his mouth did sound first, he snorted lightly, and said quite proudly: "Hmph, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I dare to plot against you Uncle Han Xian, it's really a big dog!"

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