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The shining light of the sun.

And Han Xian, who is flying in the sky at this moment, is turning himself into the sun.

The bright yellow of the sun is the light of thousands of miles, and now, Han Xian's bones are the same, they are shining in the crystal clear.

Clear into ice.

It's the flawlessness of the flawless, except for the red of the blood in the heart of the chest, the rest of the place seems to have become transparent into air.

Is this a rebirth?

Probably.

And now this possibility, Han Xian really didn't have time to pay attention to it, because he didn't think about his state at all, and what he knew was that he became a bone under the thunder punishment.

But this knowledge is only limited to this, and what I don't know is that the bones are clear and immaculate.

What are people doing?

What am I doing?

People are experiencing the punishment of heavenly tribulation and thunder.

I am brave and fly into the sky, I want to break this heavenly calamity, as for the rest, I will keep it for now, and I will think about it after the dark ink cloud above my head is shattered.

Again.

Just like the first time, Han Xian, who was in the bright color of the sun, turned himself into a sharp and cold spear, and the target was still that target.

The first time was when I was honestly knocked on the ground and couldn't climb up.

And now, with the belief of that time, is to charge once, to complete what was not done at that time, now and now.

Han Xian was doing Feitian as he did then.

And the target of his impact was indeed different from that time, the thunder robbery punishment for the purpose of the sky saw Han Xian's sharp cold as a spear, and the clouds containing thunder were watching all this.

This man who was supposed to lie on the ground and receive the bombardment actually dared to rush up.

Looking for death?

Han Xian became a flying sky, and the ink cloud that was thousands of miles away was also shrinking, and this contraction was the rapid surge of the electric snake hidden in it.

There is a little bit of it.

One point is one by one.

Thousands of miles quickly contracted into hundreds of miles, and a hundred miles gathered into a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Heaven and earth are the hollow of thousands of miles.

After the stratus clouds gathered, it was an absolute void, and the convergence of the thunderclouds at this moment was only a hundred meters, and the electric snakes had already been united and unique.

Running and looming in the 100 meters, it is like a dragon.

All of this Han Xian's hollow bone sockets were in his eyes, and he felt a heaviness from the air around him at this moment.

This heaviness is like a leap in the weight of a thousand pounds.

Where's the burden?

Of course, these are clouds overhead, hundreds of miles, hundreds of miles, hundreds of meters, and this contraction is like gathering the earth and stones scattered in all directions into mountains.

The heavy meaning has already been pressed on Han Xian's body.

Can.

Didn't stop.

Han Xian didn't stop, the longitudinal pipe was flying through the sky by himself at this moment, as difficult as walking through the hard dark iron, and he still didn't stop.

Stop it?

Han Xian was not the only one who didn't stop, the top of his skull, the target of the impact, the ink cloud that had gathered for hundreds of meters was still shrinking.

The electric dragon hidden in it has completely revealed a hideous posture.

Mo Yun's contraction has reached the extreme when it achieves 100 meters, but this extreme is indeed being broken through and is still being compressed.

And now this compression is given by this thunder punishment dragon, which leaps out of the clouds and is running and surging at a rapid pace.

As soon as the flying ring was circulated, the clouds shrank by one point, which was like a bow, which had been pulled to the extreme by the Heavenly Dao, but the Thunder Punishment Jiaolong, who was an arrow, was indeed not satisfied.

It's pushing the bow to a limit.

Where is the limit, of course, the limit is converged into one point, it is doing it, and in its running and wandering, it is successfully done.

As it was then.

Thunder is punished as the brightest point in heaven and earth.

And now the only difference is that the bright ink clouds that set off the thunder punishment are gone, it is the extreme pole in the bow and the string into the full moon.

All this is seen by the eyes with empty bone sockets.

Han first watched all this.

The thunderclouds gather thunder only in the blink of an eye, and the same is true for achieving a point, but what about itself, is it like this, or is it like this, the body is the color of the sun, and it is climbing high with the time of this breath.

But these are crawling in the gathering of clouds.

Being in the Xuantie Heavy Mind is climbing.

Han Xian's climb was not unpleasant, and he had already climbed half the way before the arrows that converged into a point.

And what about the remaining half?

How to get there?

Undoubtedly, by climbing, that was already possible, and in the process of Han Xian's climbing, the rays of light on the backbone of his body that were pretending to be the color of the sun had already dissipated into ashes.

The bone is clear and translucent.

There's still a shiny glow flowing on it.

But this flow is more like the evil saliva of death, the essence of the transparent color has long been dissipated, and now, those colors are given by the thunder punishment light that converges into a point above the head.

It's a little bit, but it's more gorgeous than the sun.

on this.

Han Xian snorted coldly: "Hmph~~." ”

The sound is cold, the skeleton is humming coldly, and the beauty of a little sun is closed in the beating and bright red heart, all of which are chiseled and seen.

Reach?

Who said they were going to reach it?

That's half a long way to go.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~. ”

Sound.

It was the sound of the heart beating, the heart wrapped in a hollow skeleton was beating to the extreme, just in the beating, on the flawless bones of the body, a thread of blood was spreading.

His speed suddenly soared.

Han first ignited with blood heat, and then had the speed to blink to reach.

Chances?

Amusing.

The bow has been pulled to the extreme in the extreme, into a point, and it did not let go and fell at the moment, but just laughed at Han Xian in a funny way, and waited.

The catastrophe is a catastrophe, intended to extinguish Han Xian's hope.

There is no chance.

It was the bow and arrow that converged into one point, unwilling and unable to give Han Xian a chance to blink.

"Hum~~. ”

Listen to the strings trembling like the sound of a dragon.

At this sound, the ink clouds, which were compressed into the extreme, repeated thousands of miles away in an instant, filling the void in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Black cover the sky.

The arrows that can be gathered into a point are still a little arrows, and in this little bit of mitsiness, it is the posture of the thunder punishment into a dragon.

This little bit of passing light is as if it is not a product of this world, as if it has come down from the sky, and only a little light is fluttering.

But no one dares to underestimate the color in it, and the thunder hidden in it can swallow the heavens and the earth.

And now Han Xian.

He?

Here's your chance.

Time is enough.

Now Han Xian not only has a blink, but also an instantaneous send-off.

This is a ridiculous opportunity in the pathetic, the enemy has seized the opportunity and taken the lead in making a move, but what about Han Xian?

"Whew~~. ”

The sound of the wind is the sound of the breath, the moment in this blink, Han Xian took advantage of this trace of time to stop, and actually stopped and pounced.

Is this a cold awakening?

Is this enlightenment waiting for death?

"Hmph, you've had enough, it's my turn. ”

Sound.

It's the same as just now, it's the same voice just now, it's from the same mouth, but when Han Xian said it at that time, it was on the ground, and now it's in mid-air.

The eyes are provoked, and the eyes should be focused on the aurora at that point, although these eyes are empty, they can indeed see the subtleties of the world clearly.

The ultimate point of light.

Han Xian could clearly see the hideous color of the Thunder Punishment Dragon, and it was shouting frantically: "It's time to end, Han Xian, your Ning Immortal Road ends here, and your life should end here." ”

"Really?"

Blink, disappear.

Instantaneous, gone.

A little extreme thunder was already falling and rushing in front of Han Xian.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~. ”

The voice of the heart, in this beating sound, the bright red blood of the heart suddenly breathed, the bones were gathering blood, and the palm of Han Xian's hand, which had become a skeleton, was blood-colored into wisps of silk.

Control the blood line, shoot a little light, and catch it.

People are against the sky.

Man is going against the sky.

Now Han Xian's hand that controls the blood line in order to capture the thunder is doing something against the sky, it is to reach out and capture the mine, it is too easy to grasp, and it is very successful in holding that point.

Can.

Here you are!

The purpose of the arrow has arrived.

"Thorn~~~. ”

Start in the palm of your hand.

In the thunder roaring, the light and shadow flew and the blood was chaotic, and the thunder punishment used to be the ultimate contraction, but now it is the extreme amplification, which is the destruction of the world in the devouring of the heavens and the earth.

The light of chaos engulfs everything.

How could Han Xian's torso between the body and heaven and earth be spared.

The bones are not a trace in the bright colors of the flowers, and the people have disappeared, and this disappearance is the disappearance of heaven and earth, and all things have disappeared.

"Whew~~. ”

And I saw the wind rising.

"Heh~~. ”

When the wind sounded, I saw the sound of laughter.

The voice, this is the voice of a person, this is the voice of Han Xian, this voice is from the center of the flying light and shadow, between heaven and earth.

The bloodshot used to be blown up, and now, those?

The blood is bewitching.

The thunderous white is devouring the heavens and devouring the earth, once they collapsed the blood shadows, and now under the confirmation of Han Xian's laughter, those blood shadows that were collapsed are gathering again.

Shrink.

It's still shrinking.

It's just that Thunder used to be very reluctant to control itself, but now it is extremely reluctant to be controlled by others, and the wisps of blood are the color of the cage.

Captivity.

What is imprisoned is the thunder and lightning of heavenly punishment, how it once bloomed, how it is locked now.

"Shh~~~. ”

The space became a thread of blood, blood cracked, and in it, the thunder became a prisoner under the steps in Han Xian's hands from thousands of miles to hundreds of miles, hundreds of miles to hundreds of meters, and hundreds of meters to Han Xian's hands.

"Heh~~. ”

In the laughter, Han Xian's figure appeared, his body was fleshless, but anyone could feel his life, his joy, and the empty bone socket fell on the Thunder Heavenly Punishment who was imprisoned by the blood line in his hand.

"How about I give you a ride?"

This send, naturally, was said to the prisoner in the hand.

"Thorn~~. ”

Seeing the thunder explode again, this time it was Han Xian himself who was inducing and manipulating, controlling the thunder and lightning with a blood shadow in his hand, and directly threw it out very casually.

Wherever it came from, it will go back.

Once a little was falling.

Now the light cluster is a leap.

The ink cloud layer is where it came from, and now it is going back, this time it is trembling, trembling is the ink cloud layer of thunder brewing is trembling, and it is the heavenly punishment itself that is trembling.

It's still a moment in the blink of an eye.

"Boom~~. ”

In the loud noise, it was the thunder and the heavenly punishment smashed into the initial ink clouds, in which a line was thousands of miles, and they shuttled like snakes into the clouds.

This is a form of evaporation.

This is a kind of dissipation of the other way to return the other body, Han Xian can protect himself with the control of the blood line, but the ink cloud layer does not have this means.

It was hiding mines, but this time it was indeed smashed by thunder.

In the scattered light, all black is white.

Heaven and earth are pure.

After the thunder and clouds dispersed, Han first smashed out a bright world, and the sky and the earth in his eyes were white, and at the end of the distant sky, there was a great sun to make it slowly bright.

That bright color is so dazzling.

The bright color was like the gate of heaven, and wisps of vast breath floated out of it.