The eternal truth is the perfect execution of man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And now Han Xian is doing very well in 'perfect'.

The blood line was tearing open, and at this moment, this hole had spread to the side of the Wind Robbery Boss.

He saw it.

He was stunned to see the sword light in Han Xian's hand.

The flickering of the sword was destroying his pride.

Nothing will stop, let alone something terrible, it can't stop, then everything will only come faster, when he sees the light of the sword.

Han Xian's blood line was induced, and with the knife in his hand, the guards beside him were cut down like dogs.

The sword intent was surging vertically and horizontally, and the blade was making a slight sound.

There used to be some Blue Darkness Wind Tribulation that came in from every inch of Han Xian's body, but now the sword intent in Han Xian's hand was all returned.

Meaning, through the heart through the skin.

From the scalp of the Wind Robbery Boss, into his eyes.

Shadow of Blood.

Blood into a shadow is the sword in Han Xian's hand raised into a shadow, the sword is raised, and the blade is dazzling, writing the surviving person under the sword as a dead ghost.

Stunned.

Godless.

At this moment, he was actually stunned.

Look for death.

It turned out that the road of 'death' was his destiny, not Han Xian's.

This is the moment when the sword is raised high to ask for his life, this commander, the leader of this countless army, is actually directly stunned in the enemy's vertical and horizontal sword light.

The mouth was wide open, but there was not a single sound, and the empty throat must have been blocked by the words that he had once mocked.

Therefore, he did not say a word.

The eyes are open and round, but this extreme opening is more like the ultimate blindness, and this blindness must be covered by one's own pride.

Therefore, he failed to perceive a ray of light.

He is blind and deaf.

But this deafness and blindness really can't change anything, the sword raised in Han Xian's hand will not change the direction of falling, and cutting off the calamity in front of him is also something he must do.

It's being done.

"Hiss~~. ”

Fall.

The falling sword was slashed on the golden armor, and this gold was shining and dazzling, but under Han Xian's sword, this gold became an absolute tofu.

is cut.

And among them, the original proud head, the armor has become tofu, this body has become the tofu of absolute tofu, and the pride has become the past.

There was not even a hint of struggle in this pride.

Han killed its guards first like killing a dog.

And now killing it is as simple as killing a chicken, when the sword cuts through the golden armor, it cuts close to the head, the blade does not stop, and the blood is singing.

Everything came to naught.

This was a bubble in the cold, and the bloodline of the charge that Han Xian had induced finally stopped.

This stop froze everything into ice, countless armies are still countless armies, but their only commander has indeed become a lonely soul.

It failed to stop Han Xian, so that the sky would not accept it.

It was thrown into hell by Han Xian's sword.

And at this moment, those guys who can still stand are all timid, and they are all afraid in their hearts, and in their eyes, Han Xian's old body is so tall in Cangjin.

This tall is Qing Ming, and even looking up at it, he will feel very lowly.

"Hmph~~. ”

Sound?

This is the coldness in Han Xian's mouth, and at this cold time, it was Han Xian's slight glance, with supreme coldness, sweeping on the remnants of those chickens and stupid dogs.

"Whew~~. ”

The sound of the wind blowing.

It's the wind that blows cold and loud,

The cold and freezing are those who have frozen in the green and dark remnants, and the wind is blowing in the wind, how did they come, how did they leave Han Xian's body at this moment.

From the bloodline, rushing.

From the pores, a funeral.

They are leaving, leaving is lonely in a lonely city, this place Han first guarded, but this place is still cold and silent.

Seeing that on Ning Xiantai, he was still in the only light, and it was still as dark as ink all around.

"Heh~~. ”

It's a gritted grit of teeth and a bitter smile.

This smile is the rebound of the hidden tiredness and heat, which is like a burst of the embankment, and the smile on the face can't be hung up in an instant.

diluted.

Ever thought, 'Stop?'

Why do you say stop, this is of course the black that I saw at this moment, and I knew a little clearly in my heart that the wind tribulation was passed by myself, but these blacks were really saying to themselves, it was just the beginning.

Leng Li is still to come.

Stop?

At this point, Han Xian had no possibility of stopping, this was the voice of the roar in his heart, and this voice instantly covered everything and became the only loud voice.

Can.

Sometimes you want to stop, but you don't have a chance.

At this point on Ning Xian Road, Han Xian had no chance to stop.

This is no longer something that he can decide whether he wants to or not, and it is like a life and death contract to be built.

You can only leave if you are alive.

This is the only way, and Han Xian will either be born and become a Ning Immortal, or die and become a sad soul in hell.

"Hiss~~. ”

Abrupt.

What's breaking in?

Han Xian's crazy head was drowsy, and he was suddenly startled, and his eyes were all around, but what he saw was still absolute darkness, but it was certain that something must have broken in.

Do you still need to think about it?

There is no turning back for Ning Xian, at this moment, of course, this voice is the advent of calamity.

"Huh~~. ”

The abrupt Han Xian bit with a trembling sound in his mouth, and his feet hurt, the stinging pain was like lightning, and the people were startled, and they pulled back from the endless darkness.

Sweep underneath.

It was when the eyes were not fully focused on the soles of the feet, and a jumping red broke into the eyes.

"Uh~~. ”

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched violently, and he jumped under his feet, what was that red jump, it was a demon color made of fire, and he didn't know how it came about.

But just when it knew it, it was already bright and happy under its feet.

Jumping and jumping, of course, Han Xian instinctively wanted to extinguish the flames, it would not be an accident to appear, and it would not be an accident to appear here at this moment.

Fire.

This was a deliberate calamity.

This instinct can't change anything, and in Han Xian's chaos, the faint light of the once flame on the soles of his feet has become bigger and spread to the instep of his feet.

"Huh~~. ”

When his teeth were bitten, it was Han Xian who came to his senses.

The fire burns the body calmly, the eyes are trying to open, this is looking coldly, watching the flames burn from the feet to the instep, and spread from the instep to the leg.

Non-stop.

In Han Xian's pause and stillness, the flames did not stop.

"Whew~~~. ”

I thought it would be a long time, but in just an instant, the flames directly burned Han Xian into a fire stick, which was a humanoid fire stick standing and burning.

"Squeak~~. ”

The sound is the sound of flesh and skin.

It's like meat oil in a hot pan.

This is what Han Xian's ears heard, but his eyes were seeing even more, his hand was raised, his gaze fell on it, and he was so calm in the fire.

This calmness is incomprehensible to others.

Why?

Of course, this is because Han Xian's eyes are seeing, and the skin on the back of his hand is intact, which is seen through the layers of flames.

Whether it is haggard or old, pale or pale, the skin and flesh are hot, and the oil is loud, and not an inch of skin has changed.

Such?

How so?

I was tasting the pain of the flames, but there was really nothing strange in my body, which was like a false dream, crying out for pain, and wanting to roll around like crazy and cry out for pain.

But there is indeed no discoloration on the body.

"Hey~~. ”

Laughter, this is the first laugh that Han Xian's calm eyes saw, this smile came from the back of his hand, and there was a face.

It's its name.

Meanness is its character.

Its smile was cold, and its face was a flurry of flames with a sharp mouth, and at this moment, in its sneer, it was staring at Han Xian with a sinister gaze.

"You're going to die. ”

On the back of his hand, with a reluctant face, Han Xian heard this voice.

But when I heard it, I still didn't say a word calmly, and I looked at it coldly, as if the coldness of this look could isolate the pain of the flames.

"Huhu~~. ”

"Hey~~. ”

It was the sound of breathing with a sneer in it.

Breathing was the echo in Han Xian's throat, and this sneer of course came from the mouth of the humble face on the back of his hand, he should be enjoying it, those eyes were enjoying the skin and flesh that were reverberating and scorching.

"Giggle~~~. ”

Teeth rattle again.

This is a flame scorching body, although there is no visible change in the skin and flesh, but the feeling of the soul form is indeed not false at all.

I feel like I'm roasting on the fire.

What is this roast?

This roast is a person who is still alive, and hearing his own skin and flesh on the fire grill is shiny and squeaky, making a squeaky feast, which is like barbeading prey.

Prey?

For the prey, I kill it, and I never do anything alive and roast it on the fire, but now what about myself?

Indeed, this cruelty is being experienced.

But.

After experiencing this, it was the ears that heard the sound of the oil spilling from the skin and flesh being boiled by the fire, and the smell of meat brought by the smell of oil from the nose, but Han Xian's eyes were indeed affirming, I didn't see it.

Seeing is believing, hearing is false.

This is also the saying of the ancients, and this is also a wise saying that has been passed down from generation to generation.

to these.

Han Xian believed it, the coldness on his face and the calmness in his eyes should be saying that all this is fake, and all this is just a superficial phenomenon in the illusion.

The oil shines everywhere, but it is just a fraud of the catastrophe.

The reason why the nose can smell it is simply because this burning body catastrophe is too realistic.

Is it really all there is to it?

Question: Han Xian: Is all this really what the eyes see?

A man who is roasted on a fire.

At this moment, does Han Xian really believe in eyes so much, could it be that the ears and nose that are part of the body will deceive him?

The words of the ancients are reasonable.

But those ancients have already become modern people in samsara.

Maybe Han Xian said such wise sayings when he was an ancient, and it just so happened that these were passed down from generation to generation, and at this moment, he felt very cordial in his heart.

Because, this may be what I said.

Can you not believe it?

I don't dare not believe it, Ning Xian should be planted step by step, Han Xian should be cautious at every step, what he sees with his eyes and what he hears with his ears is indistinguishable in confusion.

It is faith that drives unbelief.

I didn't dare to disbelieve it.