The young man only had the fortitude of the spear in Han Xian's hand in his eyes, but he didn't notice the most important thing in Han Xian's gray face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Han Feng in his hand is resolute, how can the person who master him not have the character of fortitude, it can be said that it is because of Han Xian's pride that he can most perfectly embody the miracle of the spear.

Maybe Han Xian's clothes with a little stains made these beautifully dressed sons and brothers miss the ability to judge, and everything has a price.

Because of his benevolence, he did not choose Han Xian's heart, but stabbed the spear into the lower abdomen, so he had to pay the price, and because of his misjudgment, he had to pay the price.

Han Xian's mercy was towards those who had not violated him, and how could he let go of the person in front of him who was bent on fighting his spear idea.

The eyes were not opened, and the spear was like the young man shaving off.

As for his lower abdomen, what does it matter if he pierces it, the blood of Wuxiang is stirring in his heart again, as long as he kills the enemy, what if he is injured a little, even if he dies.

Before I was alive, I had a spear in my hand, and when I died, I must have taken his soul with me, and I wandered into the other world.

Han Xian can look down on life and death, but that young man can't do it, because he knows very well that his spear will definitely pierce that person's lower abdomen, and that person's Han Feng will be able to ruthlessly cut open his head.

Who is light and who is heavy, can you still not know, cherish your own life, and how can you know the pain of other people's injuries.

How not to hide, it is impossible to retreat now, although this young man's cultivation is not very good, but his martial arts practice is really good, his body is short, and he rolls on the ground, Han Xian's cold front is also cut like dust, and the young man also narrowly avoided the scythe of death, I don't know if he is reviewing his mercy when he stands up.

Han Xian's eyes had already opened, and in his eyes, the young man's eyes were still so cold and venomous, but this time, even if it was a poisonous snake in front of him, Han Xian was afraid.

People are sneering, and Han Xian is also arrogantly contempt.

The young man must have sighed in his heart, the easiest and easiest way to be wasted by himself. But the sigh was not discouraged, and his eyes glanced at Han Xian's hand again.

The sneer turned into a blazing heat, and this is the postgraduate entrance examination?

If I don't have the ability to defeat you, then how can I have you, and hold the gorgeous spear in my hand deeply.

Good things are to be fought for with what they have.

At this moment, this person is really disgusted, although the previous sneer is also disgusted, especially the gaze that often drifts to his spear, Han Xian's teeth itch with hatred.

How uncomfortable it is for your baby to be prying eyes.

Wuxiang's waiting is for a better attack, and now Han Xian doesn't need to wait, what he wants is an indomitable charge, crushing, smashing, and letting others strike first, which is not Han Xian's habit.

Han Xian strode on it, even if your cold front is flowing with Dao power streamer, I have to try if he is not sharp.

The spear went straight to the young man's spear, Han Xian obviously wanted to figure out what the weird streamer was, and the young man didn't dodge for half a minute, he also wanted to try out Han Xian's depth.

"Bang. Sparks grazed in the air, and the guns collided without any suspense.

And the young man's spear was shocked and tilted to the side, obviously not as strong as Han Xian.

Accompanied by the sharp sound in the air, it was also mixed with Han Xian's laughter: "Haha, it's really fake." How can such a discovery not make you happy, how can you not laugh out loud shamelessly.

After laughing, his eyes hurriedly swept towards the young man, and his smile was helplessly put away, because the young man in his eyes, his face was calm as water, and his deliberate sarcasm had no effect, neither an angry attack, nor the instability of his body caused by the weakness and trembling of the lie being exposed.

That young man is 'humming', and the talent with brains has strength.

Han Xian figured out the authenticity of Dao power, and the young man also found out Han Xian's ability, and analyzed it more thoroughly in his heart, this person is powerful, but his martial arts moves are obviously his shortcomings, and he can only exert five points with his strength, and he will win it, and he will take the spear himself.

Whether other people's judgments are reasonable, how does Han Xian know.

Although the dragon guide did not add the charm of Dao Lixian, it was better than nothing, and he said that he had no other means in his hands.

stepped on it for a few minutes, and just when he wanted to go up with a gun, the young man took the first step to bully Han Xian's side.

Han Xian looked at the spear that pierced his heart without fear, because in his eyes, although the spear was elegant, it had no power, as long as it came into contact with him, it would only be the fate of being knocked away.

Han Xian's analysis is really reasonable, and the young man thinks the same way, so he didn't plan to have a hard encounter with Han Xian at all, and when he was about to touch, as Han Xian analyzed, people were playing elegantly.

With a slight turn, the spear head bypassed Han Xian's spear.

Han Xian's face was shocked, his chest was cold, and the young man's spear did not forget to leave a hole on his body when he bypassed it. With a kick on his feet, he hurriedly retreated.

But the doubt in his heart was undecided, and the young man killed in front of him again, obviously not wanting Han Xian to catch his breath.

Han Xian was going crazy, he was going to scream, and after a few moves, he had many places on his body, although it was not a big deal, but the bleeding wound hurt, and he was a little upset and irritable at this time.

Because I want to be a man wielding a sledgehammer, one at a time is not chiseled into a nail, but hit in the air, how can I not be angry, how can I not panic, in this way, bleeding can make me lose my combat effectiveness.

The boy became more and more fierce, and floated straight to his face, which would be a little negligent, but the spear was going to bloom on his face, and his head was flexible to hide, and his chest was about to suffer again, and the oblique cold edge would definitely bring up a piece of flesh and blood.

But I really don't have the slightest way, the hatred in my heart, the anger.

A horizontal in my heart, anyway, it is an extra scar, it doesn't matter if it is deep or shallow, I Han Xian doesn't care, I also want to leave a mark on you.

The spear that slid to the chest, Han Xian didn't dodge, and Han Xian was even more vicious, and he returned the favor with his own way, and swept the spear into the young man's face.

Seeing that Han Xian didn't mean to dodge for half a point, the young man was secretly happy in his heart, as long as he advanced his spear a few points, then the victory would be certain, and he really had such a chance.

But his secret joy immediately turned into horror, because Han Xian's spear slashed at his face, can he really be hit, he was very suspicious in his heart.

But does he dare to bet?

He was already panicked in his hand, and hurriedly dodged, and as soon as he buried his face, Han Xian's spear slashed the crown of his head and left.

How sharp the cold front is, how can that little crown of hair be able to stop it.

What a good opportunity Han Xian let go, he was actually stunned, the young man's green silk in front of him poured out in front of him like a waterfall, could it be that men also have such long hair?

The young man stood still at his feet, and a sigh of relief grew in his heart, and the long hair that poured could not cover his red-hot face, how could he not be angry or frightened, he was almost disfigured.

Han Xian's gaze moved down slightly, the young man's undulating chest was really a little weird.

"Bastard. A shout and scolding exploded in his ears, and Han Xian's ears burned, how could he dare to look at it, and he was sure in his heart that this was a girl for his son.

How could the embarrassed person stop here, his long hair was draped casually over his shoulders, and he rushed up again with his spears in his hands.

Although Han Xian was ashamed, he would not pity the jade, and the cold feng in his hand could be used to stab the girl's chest, but the rough dragon in He Nai's own hand had no power to fight back, if it wasn't for his own strength, that person would not dare to touch it, and his soul would have been in a different place long ago.

But if Han Xian doesn't have a good way to change places or not, it depends on someone else's decision.

In fact, Han Xian is really angry, and he doesn't even have a chance to fight back decently until now, he is completely relying on a stupid strength to support him.

And that person was between his spears, casually wearing flowers and flying needles, a gun dance was beautiful, Han Xian also figured out why the gun was so gorgeous, just like a flower butterfly, his own flower was about to wither and fade.

Han Xian was in a hurry, that girl was not anxious, her spear flying up and down was good-looking, but it took strength, she couldn't attack for a long time, and her strength was not much left, and on the other hand, although the person was covered in blood, but the breathing was half chaotic, especially the hateful eyes, floating everywhere. There is still a guard to live. Do you really want to use it?

I couldn't bear it in my heart, although I coveted Han Xian's spear, I didn't really want to take his life, and Dao Li didn't want to control it so casually.

The girl obviously didn't think about it completely, and Han Xian, who went from anxious to impatient, had the last line of defense in her heart to break through in front of her, even if she sank into the darkness, it was much better than being aggrieved.

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