Han Xian's heart was puffing up, think too much, I can listen to you. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The louder the waiter shouted at the top of his voice, the faster Han ran first, and he was only a few feet away from turning over and getting on the horse, of course my spear is amazing, if you want to buy it, you can dream about it.

The waiter followed with a quick step, blowing vigorously beside Han Xian.

All kinds of reasons, as well as all kinds of words that Han Xian didn't understand, Han Xian's mind was buzzing, and he wanted to slap him to death with a palm, but Yun Qian was in front of him, and it was better to have more than one thing.

As long as you turn over and get on the horse, you two beautiful horses that don't like it, can keep up with Yun Xiao and dream.

The young man looked at Han Xian's back, his knuckles were white, and the greed in his heart turned into eagerness overflowing his eyes, and at this time, the waiter hurriedly turned back.

What else is there to worry about, then Han Xian was about to jump on the horse, maybe he was in a hurry, and the hand involuntarily pulled Han Xian's shoulder.

My heart is on fire, I'm not doing anything, you actually want to do it, can't you buy it, change it to rob it.

Thinking like this in his heart, the wind behind his head had no reason to doubt it, and he clenched his left hand into a fist, turned around sharply and swung it towards the waiter's head.

How could the waiter not be surprised, although he was going to grab it, but he didn't expect that the kid who seemed stunned actually shot first.

However, this waiter is very sophisticated, and when he noticed that Han Xian turned around, he bounced back a little bit, but a few points have no meaning for fists, and they can still be beaten in the face, and they can definitely punch flies to death.

But the waiter's means are more than this, with the body moving, there are also hands, the hands that want to pull Han Xian's shoulders, the first fist to rush to the defense, the waiter covers his face with his palm, trying to block Han Xian's fist.

And the face under the palms is smiling at this moment, it is really a silly boy, as long as the fist falls into the palm of his hand, when the time comes, he will use his strength to spin with his strength. You stunned boy's gun didn't come into my hands obediently.

He thought it was beautiful.

Although Han Xian's fist is very simple and ordinary, but it is powerful, is he not afraid of being blown up if he wants to borrow it?

Sure enough, as soon as Han Xian's fist entered his palm, the waiter's ten fingers were closed, and he just wanted to use his strength to open it, and he should understand that he was thinking too much about the ant, how could Qianqian's palm buckle Han Xian's honest fist.

In Han Xian's opinion, his fist did not stagnate for half a point.

'Poof'. And what Han Xian wanted, that punch really hit the ground, white and clean, and was ruthlessly painted by Han Xian.

'Ahh How can this pain be suffered, the hands that wanted to buckle Han Xian's fists were holding their eyes firmly at the moment, and their mouths were crying out for pain.

There must be 100,000 words in my heart: "You wait for me." And the ambiguity in his mouth at the moment must be expressing this meaning.

If Han Xian understood what it meant at this moment, he would definitely make up for it, but who wants to take the time to pay attention to the bird language, although he doesn't know where he is going, he still wants to continue to wander.

Things don't always go their way

Just as he was about to help the horse get up, the wind and thunder gradually rose in his ears, and the young man had already made a move.

If you want to stop here, I'm afraid it won't be so easy, with one hand to handle the gun, it will bounce away, and when your feet leave the ground, a white light will pierce into the soil.

A Hua Li's long sword was stuck diagonally in the soil, and Han Xian's heart was pounding, not to celebrate the aftermath of avoiding the flying sword, but to marvel at the ruthlessness of the young man.

The beautiful sword on the ground could not be admired, for with the sound of thunderous footsteps in his ears, he raised his head and fixed his eyes, and the young man, holding his spear, rushed over.

For some reason, Han Xian's heart was full of excitement, in addition to Wuxiang, he also used a gun, and it was the first time he had encountered it, how could he not be happy.

He was not afraid of the momentum of the young man, and he shook it obliquely, and did not rush forward, but stood and waited for the man to approach him.

At this moment, there is no such thing as the waiter, and I don't know when he quietly retreated to the side with his head in his arms, and Han Xian, who cursed all evil with his eyes, went first.

Han Xian's eyes fell on the gun in the young man's hand, and he must have admired in his heart, how could it be so beautiful, in Han Xian's opinion, the gun was so beautiful that it should be placed in the temple to burn incense and worship.

The same as Han Xian was that the young man's gaze also fell on Han Xian's gun, his gaze was so obsessive, the gun was so resolute, and the spear seemed to be able to cut through his gaze.

His heart fell deep for it, and he cried out in his heart: "I must get it, it is mine, and only as long as I can wear him." With a fixed heart, the momentum under his feet has strengthened a little.

Han Xian's face flashed with excitement, he had waited for so long, and he finally came, would he wait for others to strike first?

Not stupid, he took a step forward, and the young man thought that he was under his cold edge, and slashed away without hesitation.

The sound of gold in his ears, how can he not know that this young man's courage must be regrettable, not retreating but advancing, just like Han Xian, it is also oblique.

Han Xian wanted to slash his shoulders from the top down, and the young man wanted to cut off Han Xian's arms from the bottom up.

Does he think he has such a chance, bet, bet that his gun will unload Han Xian's arm first.

The cold wind on Han Xian's arm hit, and he never lacked confidence in himself, but this was not blind confidence, those eyes were bright, and the streamer on the young man's spear was clear and real.

When Han Feng has the blessing of Dao power, then the truth is very different, how can Han Xian be a fool, knowing that he will lose, how can he gamble, with a little effort under his feet, the young man's spear accidentally fell into the air, and Han Xian stood on his own, closed the door, and cold sweat gradually rose in his heart, that person has Dao power, how to fight by himself, just the glimmer of light in his heart, he can only use it for the sake of other people's meat.

The young man didn't continue the pursuit, he looked at Han Xian with a sneer on his face, that sneer must have been boasting about his cleverness, Daddy's words really worked.

Glancing at the spear blade slightly, the streamer on it did not stop for half a minute, still a little bit, if you can really use the Dao power at will, then you can't escape just now, and the arm has already been removed by yourself. I regretted it even more in my heart: "Hey, I blame myself for being playful and lazy in my cultivation for too long."

Han Xian's cold sweat overflowed his forehead at this moment, his heart was full of Dao power problems, and he was even more afraid, and wondered, how could that person's Dao power be different from what he imagined, if it was himself just now, he would have achieved his goal a long time ago.

But I really escaped the catastrophe, is it fake?

Temptation, Han Xian didn't have such courage, because it was using his life.

Han Xian didn't move, but the young man moved, his feet moved forward little by little, those eyes were firmly locked on Han Xian, at this moment the cold sweat on Han Xian's forehead must not escape his eyes, and his heart must think that he had won, because he thought that his enemy had been psychologically frightened by the streamer on his spear.

I secretly swore in my heart that when I got the spear in my hand, I would listen to my father when I went home, work hard to cultivate, and I wouldn't have to scare people like this.

Han Xian's heart was pounding, and his heart seemed to be pinched by the feminine young man in front of him, and those eyes were like poisonous snakes, which made Han Xian's heart palpitate.

The young man was still getting closer a little bit, and the other man's spear felt like a puncture in the cheek, and the blood in his heart was about to be completely sealed, and his gaze was about to dodge, and he already wanted to retreat under his feet.

The sneer on the young man's face was even more gloomy, eroding Han Xian's fighting spirit a little bit, only Han Xian took a step back, then the young man would really win, and the spear in Han Xian's hand would really change hands.

Bang, pound.

The glimmer of light in the dark night also beat with his heart, and the cold gun-wielding boy in front of him disappeared, and the night filled the entire eye socket.

Was it the young man's spear that pierced the heart and ended Han Xian's life?

Although he thought, so he was about to do this, although the person in front of him did not take half a step back, but his eyes were closed, how could this opportunity be given up.

The spear pierced Han Xian's lower abdomen, obviously this person had a good conscience, and Yue Xiang didn't want to kill.

Is the person who closes his eyes really waiting for everything about himself to be taken away by others, it is something that he has bowed down to, a part of his life, how can he easily give it up.

The closing of his eyes is to prevent the Dao power in his eyes from swaying his heart, and when the glimmer of light is lit up in the dark night, I Han Xian must not be extinguished.

There is a price to pay for closing your eyes, the night is frantically stirring, the young man is about to succeed, the spear Han Feng in his hand has tasted Han Xian's skin, as long as he steps forward a few points, this person will lose the ability to fight, and then the resolute Han Feng in his hand will be his own.

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