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People, the face is smiling.

This smile seemed to be saying a kind of fulfillment, all beings were looking forward to the gods falling to the earth, and at this moment, those unicorns in the blood mist bathed in the blood mist should be doubly eager in their hearts that the Han Xian in the air could fall to the ground.

The laughter of man is the astonishment of all beasts.

This surprise is because they saw the scene staged in the blood-stained pupils of both hands, and the brain absolutely couldn't believe that everything in their imagination was actually coming true.

That person, such a damn person, actually fell slowly from the sky.

Heaven and earth are silent.

The pouring rain gradually stopped, and at this moment, Han Xian was like the last drop of heavy rain like beans slowly falling to the ground, and the rain was endless.

"Whew~~~. ”

The footsteps fell softly, silently.

But the silence did make the red-eyed unicorns' bodies tremble, it didn't seem to be true, but what they saw told them that it had really happened.

'Stay~~~. ’

A kind of still, crazy brain is the godless eye.

"Heh~~. ”

A sneer that rose from the corner of Han Xian's mouth was a contempt for those dull-eyed unicorns.

It is an absolute sin under my feet, and it is difficult to call it dirt when I step on it, it is meat, it is meat that has been trampled on by healthy hooves and is very rotten.

Standing here and laughing like this, this cold is enough to freeze and explode those godless gods.

"Boom~~. ”

The stillness is always short-lived, and the godless eyes are instantly broken by the absolutely blood-red sharp eyes, and those tense muscles have been gathering momentum for too long.

They yearn for this moment.

They've waited too long for this moment, long enough to drive them crazy.

Now in the blood mist, every unicorn has gone crazy, each one is a heavy blade, each head and one horn is cutting through the blood mist that permeates the humid air, as if it is tearing Han Xian's body, and every time the healthy hooves step on the ground, it is as if it is Han Xian's body.

Blood is flying, and it is flesh and bones that explode together with the soil.

These are full of hatred.

But.

The unicorn cut through the blood mist of its own kind, and the healthy hooves trampled on the same kind of flesh and bones.

This is hatred, this is the hatred that is magnified millions of times by those who are dead and the unicorns who are not dead, this hatred, roaring: "Crush him, crush him." ”

It's all being seen.

"Heh~~. ”

The blood qi has just achieved the absolute color of the sneer.

The smile on Han Xian's face was not even put away, and because he was bathed in this blood mist, he did show a bit of bewitching evil aura.

"Hmph, I landed to kill you better. ”

sound, it was an absolute mockery that came out of Han Xian's mouth.

And this sound broke into the ears of those unicorns who buried their heads in the charge through the layers of blood mist, humiliation, there has never been today's humiliation, hate, never today's hatred.

"Hum~~. ”

The voice trembled coldly, and the blue light on the unicorn horn of the three leaders flickered, and they instantly became the vanguard and swept towards Han Xian.

Blue breath roared ahead.

The unicorn lunged in the back.

Asking for blue breath can freeze Han Xian, breaking Han Xian's backbone with his own one-horned horn, trampling his body with healthy hooves, and even more begging to freeze, break, and trample.

Seeking back and forth, seeking to be able to collide with a thousand angles, and seeking to be able to be stepped on by ten thousand beasts.

"Ahh ”

Han Xian's teeth clenched softly.

Is this angry?

Not at all, and this was precisely the ridicule that gritted his teeth in his mouth, and he did it with rampant disdain, and glanced at the cold breath that was rushing towards him.

It's like child's play. ’

The glimpse of the gaze was after passing through the blue breath, and falling on the herd of unicorns who were angry and hated the sea.

"It's like absolute child's play. Han Xianyu.

With a smile on his face, he moved lightly under his feet to turn into an afterimage, and his body shuttled like a ghost, juvenile madness, even if he was juvenile arrogance, how could he avoid the enemy's edge.

Han did not retreat, but advanced.

The body is incarnated, and the shuttle is almost a needle.

The needle was very elegant, and it shuttled through the gap formed by the three blue breaths, Han Xian was close to those single horns, the blood was rampant, and Han Xian was even more crazy.

"Haha~~. ”

This is the shadow of the ghostly body and the needle is smiling.

Those one-horned horns are tall and tall, but this seems to be despair.

What is Despair?

If you can't catch it, you can't hold it is absolute despair, where is the unicorn bumping, where is the muscle exploding, and the frenzy of the healthy hooves is the madness of the healthy hooves?

His man is gone.

"Poof~~~. ”

He's coming.

Han came first, and entering the wolf pack was to carry a knife into the wolf pack.

The cold light was divided in the bright red blood, and the blade in his hand, his body was like a floating leaf, flashing through the herd, in front of him, in front of him, under his abdomen, and on his side.

Anywhere, the floating leaves are shuttling with the ghostly light, and the blood is sad.

Hedge, the body rushes away, the blade shines on the left, and the healthy hoof breaks the heel tendon.

Sweeping, the body swims away, the blade shines in front, and the sharp eyes destroy the pearl.

Flying, high fluttering, blades shining in the air, heads chaotic.

Low down, body close to the ground, leaf knife shining underneath, abdomen open.

Man is man, man is blood-stained man, beast is still beast, the ground is shattered, beast is full of wailing soul beasts, they are gasping, gasping in a pool of blood.

In the blood knot, on the flesh on the ground, make the last breath with death.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter is the laughter of people stained with blood.

Laughter is the laughter of people who open their teeth and see evil spirits.

The blood qi is Fang Gang, and at this moment, the blood qi and enthusiasm in Han Xian's heart have almost reached the peak, and his eyes have become evil, sweeping on the three remaining unicorns.

They're still standing.

But in Han Xian's view, they were no different from dead.

The once outstanding have become ordinary, this is not because the once proud power has fallen into mediocrity, but the cornerstone that holds them up as the best has collapsed.

In contrast, there is the difference between the outstanding and the ordinary.

Now, there are only three unicorns left, and the rest have died under Han Xian's knife, and what can these three remaining ones compare with, with Han Xian's living creatures?

Compared with Han Xian, they are weaker than the slag.

But in Han Xian's demonic sneer, the three unicorns that were so weak that they didn't retreat a single step, and their eyes were still blood-red, staring at Han Xian's face.

Why don't you go, want to die?

Everyone wants to live, and so do unicorns.

But what does it mean that life is in the hands of others, here is 'Qi,' everything belongs to him, and he didn't give the order to retreat, so he has to be in Bo for his life.

"Roar~~. ”

The roar is a single shadow, no echo, it is in the empty and desolate, seeing the heaven and the earth wailing and sighing, whether it is a dead end or a dead end.

Fight it still fight.

The unicorn is in the blue light.

On the horn of one of the unicorns, blue light was already flashing, and the target was of course Han Xian, but it should know that this cold breath could easily flash by that person.

This is the last of the powerless, the most powerless choices.

This unicorn has no choice.

"Hum~~. ”

The air was cold, and it was a blue cold breath.

"Hmph~~. ”

The mouth hummed the coldness that rose from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes glanced at the cold breath with disdain, and it fell on the unicorn through the dark blue.

"Heh, you'd better be close to the ground and go down and lead them. ”

When the sound came out of his mouth, Han Xiantan grabbed an arrow on the ground, the short knife was hidden, the hard bow was in his hand, the muscles and bones on his arm were surging, and the hard bow immediately achieved a full moon string.

The streamer is on display.

"Huh~~. ”

The sound is the sound of arrows piercing through the blood mist.

When it was a master of the arts, the flying arrow shot by Han Xian was actually head-on towards the cold breath of the unicorn, intended to decide who was colder and whose edge was stronger?

"Whew~~. ”

The blood mist trembled, and the flying arrow sent by Han Xian directly pierced into the blue breath.

In the blood mist, the cold light of the flying arrow is still the cold light of the flying arrow, but the blue breath has indeed become absolutely static at this moment, and its own cold is indeed given by the cold scattered by the arrow.

"Ding~~. ”

What I saw was a faint cold star.

The unicorn watched in despair as the cold light of the arrow burst through the air and was nailed into the skull, which was completely submerged in the body.

"Boom~~. ”

The four hooves trembled, the whole body was cold, cold into hard, the blue breath was invisible, the flesh was covered and clinging to the ground, and it saw An Sheng in reincarnation.

"Roar~~. ”

Seeing the roar of hitting the sky, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and the same kind died in front of him, this sadness was even more sad, and a unicorn had chosen to charge again.

"Click~?"

"Click~~. ”

"Da~~~!"

Is this the sound of blood falling to the ground?

No, the sound of blood falling to the ground was inaudible in the place where the blood mist was filled, it was the sound of a unicorn charging and stomping on the ground.

Old and weak.

Throw away the armor.

The army was defeated.

This charge is a beast, this can only be regarded as a kind of spurred to helpless forward, it is very reluctant, but it is reluctant, it is still a dead end.

"Hehe~~. ”

The cold teeth showed white teeth, and the smile was full of Han Xian's face, Han Xian put away the strong bow in his hand, the short knife was in operation, and whispered: "Let's go, I'll give you a ride." ”

Ansheng Road is not lonely.

The blood withering is the head rolling off, and the young man is covered in blood, is this glory?

This should be called the proof of the evil after the pride is magnified to the limit, everything can be understood cleanly, but Han Xian did choose the most complicated and bloody one.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter is red lips and white teeth, stained with blood.

Could it be that Han Xian's smiling and evil eyes are telling everyone in the world that he is in love with the taste of blood, how many people in the world have seen this pair of eyes?

No, not a single one.

And at this moment, in addition to those ghostly spirits that hide their heads and tails, these eyes can only be seen and tasted by the unicorns that still exist here.

"Boom~~. ”

Abnormal sound ~~~, such as the abnormal sound of bone tremor.

This is the sound of timidity amplified into bone trembling, this is in front of Han Xian's eyes, the only remaining unicorn is afraid.

It is afraid that it is the only one left in the world.

What's even more tragic is that the only remaining self was actually targeted by the bloodthirsty god of death Han Xian, how can he not be afraid, how can he not tremble to the point of bone sorrow.

"Poof~~. ”

Taking a step back, stepping on the blood and minced flesh of his companions, the former leader has forgotten how to charge forward, it is stepping on the flesh and blood to make a retreat.

The beginning of a step is always followed step by step.

"Whew~~. ”

The spine finally hardened, and the muscles finally exploded.

Only this time the stiffness of the backbone is for escape, and the explosion of muscles is also for escape.

"Hehe~~. ”

The god of death is laughing in bloodthirsty, his merits are immeasurable, and he has given birth to a group, how can he leave this one alone, and the heavens are roaring to free themselves from it.

"Are you gone?"

Han Xian was laughing.

Laughter is never just a mouth, those hidden ghosts are already laughing.