Just like Sang Honggu himself, although he has the ruthless transformation of the dragon man, those things in his bones, no matter how he changes, cannot be eradicated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a sneer, he looked at Han Xian's struggle indifferently.

even more despised the clenched fist, and said gloomily: "Hehe, the ants still have the strength to swing their fists, it's ridiculous!"

Obviously, he saw it, as an enemy, he saw Han Xian's efforts, but the proud people ignored the efforts of this person whose abdomen was penetrated.

If he could find the unique starlight on that fist, he would pay enough attention to it, but it was obvious that his eyes were occupied by too much pride, and he had already opened wide to ignore Han Xian's struggle, not to mention his trembling fist, not to mention the insignificant starlight hidden in his fist.

The blood-colored shadow in front of him was the target of his fist, and Han Xian knew better where his fist should fall, and the head was the choice he had made.

And Han Xian, who was so close to 'Sang Honggu', knew that it was wrong, because 'Sang Honggu' who broke a dragon's horn did not do any real harm.

Although his eyes were filled with blood, Han Xian could still see clearly the beating heart under the thick bones.

Meng Yiguang's efforts were right.

Wu Jitang's fluttering is also right.

The weakness there is big enough to be supported by them, and now such an opportunity is a gift from God, and it is also sent by the proud 'Sang Honggu' himself.

'Sang Honggu' was arrogant, but he was not really a fool, obviously Han Xian's gaze that drifted into his heart could not be the ant's worship of the dragon, and to let him know the eager goal of the ant's fist, this was of course very unpleasant.

"Hmph, ants will always be ants. ”

Those sneering eyes must be waiting, and when Han Xian's fist is about to fall, he is ruthlessly destroying, this is undoubtedly a kind of playing with fire, but 'Sang Honggu' thinks that he is high, and he is even more courageous.

'Sang Honggu's left arm has also been raised, and his fist is also clenched, for Sang Honggu, Han Xian's face and eyes are the most hateful, and only by completely smashing this head can he vent his hatred.

The last hope?

Han Xianding thinks so, and he doesn't know if he can live, and regardless of whether he can live or not, his fist must prove that he exists like Angkor.

"Ahh

And this made the already proud face of 'Sang Honggu' even more arrogant.

That glimmer of starlight had been hidden for too long, and he had been waiting for such a moment for a long time, Han Xian's 'Early Yang Fist' was not only covered with golden blood by the sun, but also a trace of starlight swimming in it.

Dazzling?

The stunned face of 'Sang Honggu' must have thought that he was dazzled, because this world should not and cannot appear with such a color.

Starlight pierces the dusk.

Of course, this world will not have such a color, but he should not forget that Han Xian is not a person from this world.

Although 'Sang Honggu' was stunned on his face, the proud man's fist was just like Han Xian's, no matter what, it was impossible to turn back if he swung it.

Even if you have a thousand miracles, a broken head is also a death.

Maybe 'Sang Honggu' doesn't want to admit it, but it must be affirmed that the little starlight on Han Xian's fist is already very uneasy for him, and a kind of death ice is invading him.

Maybe he should have broken Han Xian a long time ago, but the opportunity has been missed, and it is impossible to start again.

Han Xian's eyes didn't look at 'Sang Honggu''s fist, and it should be said that he didn't notice it when he was engrossed, just like the blood-colored eyes didn't notice the abnormality in his fist.

"Poof, huh~~~"

'Sang Honggu's body shook.

Stunned, Han Xian's fist not only landed firmly on Sang Honggu's chest, but also rescued Han Xian's body from Sang Honggu's arm because of the huge shock force, and even made the fist that wanted to crush Han Xian's head fall into the air.

"Poof!"

This place is hard everywhere, and at this moment, Han Xian, like Wu Jitang and Meng Yiguang, has less qi in and more qi out, but the only characteristic is that they are not dead yet.

'Sang Honggu' seemed to be settled, more like a wooden stake, standing there motionless with a stunned face, his arms had naturally drooped, and blood was spilling down the claws drop by drop.

Of course, this is Han Xian's blood.

The hole in the chest was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the existence of bones could not be seen, and a bright red spilled out in the sun, and red blood gushed out from the hole in the chest from the mouth of 'Sang Honggu'.

There has always been a pale mixture in the spilled blood, and of course 'Sang Honggu' knows what it is, that is, his own sternum, which was shattered into powder under Han Xian's fist.

But no matter how the blood was surging, the body of 'Sang Honggu' just didn't fall, his eyes turned in his eye sockets without thinking, and it was obvious that the shattering of his sternum had indeed changed his life, and a faint brilliance flowed through that strong heart, and he sighed that Han Xian's efforts failed to knock him down.

Although Sang Hong was standing alone at this moment, his eyes did not dare to look at Han Xian, this must be sad, he was very disdainful of the ant that used to stand, but now although the ant has fallen, it makes him a little afraid.

'Sang Honggu' took a sharp breath, which was considered to suppress the manic heartbeat, but he didn't dare to move his steps.

Because he knew that he had a new opponent at this time.

On the plain stone wall, a faint brilliance emerged, Guan Hanning's posture was like a real dragon, becoming the center of all brilliance, although he was standing on the edge of the dragon platform at the moment, but invisibly it did give people a sense that he was the center of the world, and the rotation of the sun and the moon surrounded him.

The original eternal sun, I don't know when it floated above his head, and the thin brilliance was more like a kind of surrender, a kind of surrender to the emperor.

Guan Hanning's gaze did not contain a trace of superfluous emotion, and the spear he was proud of was not in his hand, his spear was like Han Xian's spear, shouting and cheering for their companions in the wind.

'Sang Honggu' turned around slowly.

When his eyes fell on Guan Hanning's face, he knew that this was the person he really wanted to intercept, and the light in the sky and the arrogant yang had already chosen to surrender.

And himself, whether it is the body with the help of the body, or the dragon body, is destined to be an eternal enemy with him.

The pain in his chest is still there, and the vision caused by Guan Hanning is really regrettable, like a boulder pressing on his heart, and it is difficult to even breathe, but at this moment, the eyes of 'Sang Honggu' do burst out with a proud fighting spirit, even if he can't fight, he must do his best to fight for life or death.

For some reason, Guan Hanning's gaze moved away from the face of 'Sang Honggu', this was an opportunity for him, his body fluttered, and he bombarded Guan Hanning.

Maybe this is the real arrogance, complete ignorance, eyes flow over the bodies of Han Xian, Wu Jitang, and Meng Yiguang in turn, maybe he thinks that he should have taken the stage a long time ago, but the full certainty of speculation in his heart has dragged him until now.

But Guan Hanning believes that it is not too late to make his debut.

Others are fists, and they are also fists, Guan Hanning didn't look at it, but he had already locked the trajectory of the 'Sang Honggu' fist, and as soon as he raised his hand, he would kill him with one punch.

"Bang!"

The sound of iron-blooded muscles and bones colliding, of course, 'Sang Honggu' is more confident in this, because his fist not only has scale armor, but also the edge of the scale armor, not to mention that he thinks that his strength is invincible.

Is that really the case?

When Guan Hanning's fist slammed with the fist of 'Sang Honggu', his arm was not completely straightened. The two fists, or these two people, seemed to be frozen, their fists facing each other, and they did not retreat.

Blood seeped through his fingers and tapped on the ground.

Of course, this can't be 'Sang Honggu', who is armed to the teeth, a sneer appeared between his eyebrows, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "Even if you are waiting for that person, killing you means that you are not qualified." ”

This is not a contest of fist edges, but rather a contest of strength.

Guan Hanning's eyes suddenly rose, his arm stretched out violently, and a huge force rushed down the arm of 'Sang Honggu' and went straight to his heart, and his body staggered backwards.

Blood came out of his mouth again, and he couldn't believe it at all, why would he lose in the battle for power, just because he was the one waiting?

Even if it's really him, he can't convince himself, I hope that the cold arrogance of 'Sang Honggu' can rush out with blood.

The feet are steady, and when I raise my eyes, I feel bitter in my heart.

Guan Hanning, who has been killed for a long time, of course knows what it means to chase after victory, and his feet are still stable, stepping towards Sang Honggu step by step, and when the gaze of 'Sang Honggu' is raised, his fist is even more to his face.

"Bang!"

'Sang Honggu' must not believe it, why is he completely only left with the ravaged part in Guan Hanning's hands, is he necessarily better than those lying people?

Maybe it's a little stronger, but it's not that strong.

Guan Hanning's cold gaze and proud fist will certainly not explain why he is strong, and the only thing that can tell Sang Honggu is that you are already a loser.

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