Han Xian's joy is, of course, because Lin Lao'er's body is really affected by his own Rifeng Dao control, this joy seems to be saying, as long as he enters his own hands, then whether it is round or flat is not up to him?

However, the real master Zen monk who was sitting on the ground did find that Han Xian's round and flat mind would probably be very miserable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although Lin Lao'er's body was affected by the bloody Sun Front, in the eyes of the monks, it was not as simple as a body, but also because it was understood as a long-edged cold arrow.

Is the edge hidden in the dark?

No, any pair of eyes that can keep calm can find suspicion from Lin Lao'er's pounce.

But why is Han Xian happy, does that round or flat heart really say that he won in the heat and dryness, and think that everything is under control in the excitement?

Of course!

Of course, Han Xian thinks that he has won, of course he thinks that everything is under his control, but all this does not come from heat, let alone excitement.

A pair of eyes and a heart are very calmly watching all this.

Why does Han Xian like it?

Of course, I am happy that I have seen through the cold front, and I am glad that I am prepared.

Lin Lao'er, who was pulled by the sun front, was moving forward with hidden claws in his hand, in the eyes of the elders of the Lin clan, everything that could still breathe should be the object of jealousy, the source of resentment, and destroying him was the only obsession.

Everything in the world is destined to be entangled in a hundred turns and thousands of turns, and this is true for anyone, even if you think that it will be an indissoluble grudge, it is impossible to escape it, and Han Xian has already accepted his fate.

The best expectation, the most unfortunate intention.

The joy in my heart is because I gambled everything, and I was eager to break the enemy with one blow, but I was also preparing to die.

A Zen monk still couldn't suppress the worry in his heart, so he couldn't help but remind: "Donor be careful. ”

But this reminder is indeed too weak to be superfluous.

Lin Lao'er was dragged by the sun and rushed to Han Xian's side, and the panting face was in front of him, why should he be doing something boring.

"Hiss~~. ”

The cold claws flicked, and the clanging in the air was like cutting into flesh.

This cold light flashed on his five fingers ruthlessly wiped out the best hope in Han Xian's heart, and even the most unfortunate plan was in turmoil, and he couldn't help but ask secretly in his heart: "Can you stop it?"

No one is a foregone conclusion, and this question should be Han Xian's last belief.

If you can't do it, you have to do it. ’

When Lin Lao'er's five claws flicked away the coldness, Han Xian dispersed the sun front that helped him, although it was cold and sharp, but his fist was indeed to disappoint himself.

said that he was disappointed, it had been too many times, but Han Xian, who had nothing else to do, had nothing to rely on except his hands.

Victory or defeat is up to him.

Life and death are also up to him.

The reason why Han Xian didn't have the power to turn the sun to fight back was that he decided that it would be useless, and only by single-mindedly running the early sun could he remain invincible.

It popped out like a locust, but this image was a little anxious like a lost dog.

"Whew~~. ”

As soon as Han Xian's feet stood still, a breath of worry grew in his heart.

His eyes were firmly locked on Lin Lao'er's body, this time he was glad that he didn't take advantage of the situation to chase him out, otherwise he would have shed his skin even if he didn't die.

At this moment, the fist is a little hot.

However, this sorrow does come from the blood fever that came out of the wound, Han Xian's heart was not happy at all, he was already bitter, and he understood that Lin Lao'er, who wanted to gather resentment with his current means, was probably wishful thinking.

It is also a way to retreat bravely.

But Han Xian had finally waited for the early sun that Lin Lao'er and Han Xian had brewed.

Under the cold edge of the sharp claws, Han Xian's breathing was still calm and not half disordered, and a bit of blood mixed with bright yellow and dotted with the light of the stars pierced the eyes that were coldly filled with the claws.

It was the heat that came from itself, and the early sun had jumped up.

Han Xian, who is determined to act on behalf of the sky, will knock out his fist on behalf of the sky, if the sky has eyes, if the sky is really tangible, then it will definitely help Han Xian's power and help Han Xian's power.

But when the fist touched the claw, it was indeed found with great certainty that the sky had eyes, but it was just like complaining about asking the sky where the word 'benevolence' was, but it chose to look at it with two eyes, and even the Zen monk who was full of compassion and compassion was the same.

"Hiss~~. ”

"Amitabha. ”

The Buddhists wailed but secretly wept for their own seeing, what did a Zen monk see, was this wail because he saw Lin Lao'er's claws piercing the blood color of Han Xian's fist?

Han Xian did not deny that his fist was pierced by a sharp claw.

But it is completely impossible to conclude that he has lost based on this, although the fist was pierced by sharp claws, but in Han Xian's opinion, it was just a layer of innocuous oil.

I didn't dare to feel half a point of pain because of the blood squeezed out of that bit of the hole, and I couldn't think that I was defeated because of this injury.

On the contrary, he struck up the pride in his heart for this.

Although he paid the price of oily skin rubbing, Lin Lao'er must be more painful than himself, the scorching heat of the early sun followed the cold claws, and the mania of blood was also attached to the arm, and the power of the double stars was even more pointed at the atrium where Lin Lao'er's star map was located.

Is that really the case?

How can the Buddhists be blind when they wail, a Zen monk didn't see the slight injuries on Han Xian's fist, but what he was really mourning was because of Han Xian's weakness.

Although the early sun is hot, although the blood is manic, the stars are even more magical.

But who said that Lin Lao'er is a person, he doesn't even have a soul, he doesn't even have a soul, only what is left is an unbroken grudge.

Can the heat melt the claws of resentment?

Undoubtedly not!

Can fanaticism crush the arm of resentment?

Undoubtedly still not!

Can an unrestrained twin star break through the heart formed by condensed resentment?

It seems that this time Han Xian really succeeded, because he clearly noticed that the twin stars were piercing in front of Lin Lao'er's chest, and he clearly felt that they were both coming out of his back.

Perception and sensation instantly became the tipping point of shock.

Because Han Xian finally understood that the twin stars who were not restrained by themselves could indeed not restrain Lin Lao'er's heart, because he only had no intention of resentment, even if it was a star, he could only scatter sadly into the air at this moment.

At this moment, the corners of Han Xian's mouth were already twitching wildly.

This is not only because of the powerlessness of the early sun that carries everything, but more importantly, because Lin Lao'er's claws are no longer as simple as piercing the oil skin, they are already broken flesh and bones.

Everything translates into a painful word, and it is still a piercing pain.

How could Han Xian dare Lin Lao'er to stumble, and his fist was violently used to bounce away, but it was indeed a slight cracking of the bones and the accompanying pain of grinning teeth.

If Han Xian still pins his hopes on his fist, I'm afraid he will have to write sadly.

In the end, he was not stupid, he was already wise in a hurry, and his fist was withdrawn in a hurry, but he did not give Lin Lao'er a chance to follow up, and he flew out with a kick and slammed it on Lin Lao'er's body.

Immediately kicked for a point, just a point.

His hands and claws were in pairs, and he was actually very frightened by the flying legs and feet of Han Xian, his face was already pale and frightened, and his scalp was already numb, if he was caught, I am afraid that his body would not be as simple as sharp claws, and it would definitely be accompanied by unforgettable teeth.

How could Han Xian, who foresaw the outcome, let this doomed sad ending happen.

Lin Lao'er's kicking was also a point for Han Xian to take advantage of the momentum to kick back, and he noticed in Lin Lao'er's cold eyes like a bouncing bullet before his claws closed, what he was waiting for was his own defeat, and when he had to turn around, I was afraid that he would become one of them under the double torture of Yiyang's claws and teeth before he could get out of this Yiyang resentment.

But can such vigilance save oneself now?

Han Xian is not stupid, of course he understands that it is absolutely wishful thinking, Lin Lao'er will definitely wear out the remaining patience while waiting, and when he waits, he will probably have to 'hehe'.

There are countless thoughts swept through my mind, but the final result is undoubtedly to lead myself into the end of 'hehe'.

Is there really no way out?

It seems like that's really the case.

At this moment, Han Xian's resentful little eyes were sweeping very nakedly on the face of a Zen monk, which should be questioning, but also questioning the big Buddha behind him.

'Do you really choose to sit idly by?'

Even if Han Xian himself and Yiyang City had any necessary and non-essential cause and effect, nothing could change the fact that a Zen monk was a great power of Buddhism.

If he just chooses to sit on the ground and pray, then this compassion is equivalent to vain.

"Hehe~~. ”

He smiled, and in the face of Han Xian's resentful little eyes, he actually laughed out loud, as if he was smiling and said, "Han Xian, you are still too young." ”

Yizen's face was smiling, and his eyes fell on Han Xian's face, but this simple smile seemed to hide this witty word.

"Hum. ”

'Purify the body and destroy the foolishness.' ’