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What is the person holding the knife and standing in the world looking at, and what is he thinking?

Look.

Look.

The gaze is the calmness that carries Han Xian's whole body and mind, these calm eyes are staring at the sky above his head like a torch, and Han Xian's eyes are like a torch in the color of seeing the sky.

Can.

Sit in a well and watch the sky.

Han Xian at this moment seems to be.

The frog lying at the bottom of the well is watching the sky, and Han Xiandang, who is standing at the moment, is no different from the frog at the bottom of the well, but the things in his mind are different.

What does the frog think?

It thinks that the world is only so big.

But Han Xian, who was looking at the sky at the moment, was thinking about how high his sky would be in the future.

"Hehe~~. ”

The frog barks at the bottom of the well.

Han Xian smiled at the bottom of the sky, the knife was cold, and the person showed a smile.

Whether it's crying or laughing, the sky is always the color of Lonely, no matter how Han Xian's color changes, the calmness of the blue sky and the white day is still the calmness of the blue sky and the white day.

God, calmer than people.

This calmness is more like an expression of disdain and arrogance, Tian is laughing at Han Xian's inch-in-depth with the wind, and Tian is ridiculing Han Xian's audacity with clouds.

Becoming a condensing immortal is a blessing that people have cultivated for several lifetimes.

The road is written at the foot of the scriptures, and what should be done now is how to consolidate, instead of pretending to be calm and thinking like this.

Against the sky?

"Against the sky!"

Han Xian is doing things against the sky, the sky is cloudless and calm, there is a clean place without a trace of dust, and the sky is seeing.

Tian heard Han Xian's heart in the sight.

Is cloudlessness important?

Set store by?

Impossible, the blue sky at this moment has no flaws, and it should be called a kind of respect, and this is not what the sky is willing to give, this is what Han Xian won by himself.

"Hiss~~. ”

From the time when a person controls the demon knife and sees the sky, it all begins.

It's just that it was silent then, and everything was moving through the darkness and silence, and now those who are obscure, those who are passing through.

Finally, I couldn't keep my quiet composure.

Light......

It was the wisps of starlight that came out of Han Xian's body, and Han Xian, who was shrouded in light, was like an immortal, and he looked cold with a knife, more like a blade from the god of war.

Magnify.

The light that came out of Han Xian's body was getting faster and faster, the light was getting stronger and stronger, this light was quiet, but this tranquility was not like a product of this world.

Out of the dust is out of place with this world, and it is detached from this world.

What is this light?

The starlight that comes out of these three stars.

It used to be their unrestrained, and it was they who connived at Han Xian's unrestrained.

Today, they are still unfettered, and they should be free to do so for the future.

"Hum. ”

It was getting thicker and thicker that shook the air, and in the midst of the sound, the starlight that suddenly exploded from Han Xian's body suddenly dimmed in an instant.

Why?

Decline?

No.

This is the beginning of the search for more heat.

In the dimming of the starlight, three rays of light suddenly flashed on Han Xian's body.

What is this?

These three points of light are the early sun, the sun front, and the three stars of Yiying, which appear in the sky of the star map, disappear from the star map and light up in front of them.

Leaving is not because the current is not beautiful, but for a more beautiful one.

Perfect?

Perfection is always the product of giving up everything that should not be the same.

The three stars in front of them are the origin of the stars, not the light, today they are fighting with Han Xian, together for the future to achieve immortality and perfection, fight a high song, and ask for no regrets.

"Hmph~~. ”

Throat twitching.

In the midst of Han Xian's cold snort, the three stars in front of him flew towards the sky with Han Xian in his arms, but this flight?

Is this a high song?

Shouldn't the war be a triumphant march?

But now, Samsung is holding Han Xian slowly.

One point higher, one point higher in seeing.

That's my God.

What Han Xian wanted was to fight the sky and cut the sky, but this slow and slow climbing, was he thinking of waiting for the embodied old man to die in the sky?

End of day.

Who said their goal would be at the end of the day?

Han Xian, who was smiling, already had a firm line in his heart.

Now when it is unswerving, steadily moving forward along the line, many things, at the beginning, will always be quiet, when no one can deny that they have already set off.

For example, the Grim Reaper is silent.

It is difficult for people to know what will happen in the next moment.

Those are unexpected.

And Han Xian, who is moving firmly according to his own line at the moment, is planning the unexpected of others.

In the imagination of the sky, with the stretching of the body, the star map has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the stars have become the help of Han Xian's flying to the sky, and the Dao leaves derived from the Dao tree are also not idle.

"Whew~~. ”

The blood of the star map surged, and in the midst of the blood surge, the green blood-silk leaves on the top of the Dao tree were indeed cut off from the branches, and they instantly shattered at the moment of leaving the branches.

Becomes a light, becomes a hazy light.

The moment it was shattered into light, a touch of demon red flashed and broke off in the surging sea of blood, and it was the hazy light of the blood and the Dao leaf that was broken together.

The Word is holy.

Blood filth.

This is filth wrapping holiness.

There is a holy mess in the blood, it is not a leaf that is cut off to make a part, and the sea of blood is more than a flash of separation.

Begin.

From the time when Han Xian's body was lifted by the starlight, the cutting of branches and the separation of branches had already begun, dividing the leaves into leaves, smearing the red and separating, the faster the chopping, the more urgent the breaking.

Hazy for a minute.

Thickened together.

When it was divided into a group, it was Han Xian's body that climbed higher and higher.

The sword in the hand moves, and in the same way, this movement begins with the beginning of everything, and it is lifted, and this lifting is as slow as the ascent of the body.

It doesn't seem to have moved.

But there are no clouds, and the sky that is calm and disdainful must have seen Han Xian's movements.

Its eyes had already seen the Blood Lock Holy Regiment gathered in Han Xianxing's map, and it could see the movement trajectory of the demon knife that seemed to have not been moved.

Lift.

This is a slow lift over the head.

The cutting edge is cold.

This coldness is slow, but even if it is slow, the continuous progress will make people see unbelievable results, in the common slowness.

Even in mid-air, he didn't stop.

The knife was raised above the top of the skull without stopping.

The slowness of all this is witnessed in the light of the holy group of trees in the star chart, the blood locks of the broken leaves, and the branches are bare at this moment.

This bare is magnified to every inch of the Dao tree.

Burn one's ship.

Like the cold winter of autumn, there is not a single leaf left for the tree, and the bald leaves are broken, and now it is time to sink the boat.

Branches.

Leafless branches, to see the division of light and shadow.

This sweeping light, not waiting for the sea of blood to flash and wipe it, is a scoop of water in its own bowl, a scoop of blood.

How big the sea is, how thick the light is, this thickness can empty the sea of blood.

One scoop at a time.

In it, Han Xian's body grew higher and higher slowly, the knife in his hand gradually sank and raised, and the coldness of the blade had been completely revealed under Qingtian's calmness.

The Dao tree shattered into shadows in one scattered grain.

This shattered shadow is the void soil pierced by the rhizome, from the light particles of a bowl of blood.

A sea of blood is empty.

The last grain of light picked up the last scoop of blood, and in this last, Han Xian stopped without any suspense, and the knife that leaned back was back to Han Xian at this moment.

The spine is clinging to the spine.

When the backbones are close to each other, it is to the extreme, and this extreme is that there is no room for any progress and change.

The knife is cold to perfection.

But the body?

Asking how high the sky is, how high it is almost endless, Han Xian's gaze is rising, and he is still looking at the calmness of the sky with his own calmness.

As far as I could see, it was still breezy and calm.

As far as I can see, it is still ridicule and ridicule.

The back of the knife is perfect against the backbone, but this body is still standing in the sky, and this body is still standing in mid-air.

It's the sky, it's still far away.

But Han stopped first.

Isn't it time to stand in mid-air and wait for perfection? Isn't perfection supposed to stand at the end of the sky with a sword? Isn't it only by cutting it off that we can achieve perfection?

Says who?

Han Xian never said that.

Where is the sky, where is the edge of the sky?

This is not the direction I am pursuing from the beginning, the horizon may be perfect, but this is the perfection in the imagination of all beings, and the perfection of my Han Xian belongs to me.

Right now.

It was at this time.

Burn one's ship.

When it was time to scuttle the last boat, the three-star who was holding his body suddenly stopped, collapsed, and fell into ashes in silence.

The meaning remains the same.

This ash is unfettered in form, eternal, and the star is always the vanguard of the trump card, and now it is the vanguard.

At the moment when the stars turned into gray, it was instantly poured into the blade of the demon knife, and when it was simple, the color was already palpitating, and at this moment it was gathering starlight, and it had become a cold river for the ages.

This Hanchuan character is waiting for the moment when the embankment will break.

When?

When will the levee burst?

Right now!

Now!

Present!

The sound is a calendar, and Han Xian is singing.

"Ah~~. ”

The spine that was close to each other was separated, this separation was the red of blood, and when the demon knife left Han Xian's backbone, it was the time when the star map became a blood lock and the holy light group followed closely.

Dazzling.

The edge of the knife is dazzling.

Dazzling.

There is the scorching heat of blood and saints, and this dazzling is adding ten colors.

"Hiss~~!"

The edge is cutting the air, and when Han Xian roars and the knife moves, this cutting begins, who says that the sky is on the edge of the sky, and the sky is under Han Xian's knife.

It is the sky that is chopped.

It is the sky that is broken.

The blade is blood-red, this blood-red starts from a point, into a thread, into a point, into an inch, into a foot, into a zhang, and a point long is in the holy dimness of the blood lock on the demon knife.

The knife slashed in front of him in a circle behind him.

"Whew. ”

Everything has a time to stop.

In the Heaven Cutting Heaven, the Demon Sword that Broke the Sky was consumed in the accompanying blood lock holiness, and it was impossible to shake the blue sky at all, and at this time, it was also the time when Han Xian was weakened.

"Whew~. ”

The sound of the knife stopped, it was the body trembling, and the sound of the wind trembling in Han Xian's ears.

There was no trace of Tao in his body, it was Han Xian who was falling into the dust, but Han Xian, who was awake at the moment, didn't care about this fatality, and a pair of eyes were blazing like a torch falling on his own slash and severance.

That's my own hope.

Can.

Too much hope is accompanied by disappointment.

One point short is one point shorter.

A zhang into a foot, a foot into an inch, an inch into a point, a piece into a thread, a thread into a point.

Dimmy, dim is Han Xian's blazing eyes dimming, is this the end, will the short point of this point be the end?