The huge grinding disc pulled the clouds in the sky and turned with it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The difference is that the rotation of the clouds is like dancing with the sun. And the unphased ones are dodging Tengna in the blood light, brushing shoulders with death.

Today's scythe of death has long been extremely dazzling, everyone knows that there will be many familiar faces leaving in a hurry today, and everyone also knows that maybe their next position is the moment when death is coming, but will they choose to hesitate?

And these are the reasons for whether there is such an opportunity, and it is clear that these people will not have such an opportunity when they are sent to the battlefield.

Victory, happy and proud life.

Defeated, desolate in a pool of blood, the last light of the last light.

Sang Honggu watched the grinding discs twist together, watching those familiar people being brought down by their opponents and being swept into the phaseless array, and the cold spear was harvested. But his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he was an outsider watching something unfamiliar. And the insiders did have a smile on their faces, as if they had discovered something satisfactory.

And Sang Honggu should really feel happy, as time goes by, although he is passively defensive, the direction of things is indeed moving closer to him.

What we have to do now is very simple, this must be defended, so the enemy in the center of the formation really can't think of any chance of survival, will the phaseless ascending wind become a breakthrough?

I really can't imagine that Meng Yiguang used to be a cultivator in the four realms of ascending the wind, although he has now fallen to the second realm, but the road he has traveled will not be easily forgotten, there is really no reason to believe that he will be folded in the hands of a person who has just entered the wind, and that person has been defeated in his hands.

Maybe he was still not at ease, a rough voice sounded in Meng Yiguang's heart: "How long will it take to win." ”

Meng Yiguang's heart was shocked, and he understood what he meant, because others never thought that he would have the possibility of losing, and when others thought that he would not lose, then what reason did he have to fail, the courage in his chest climbed to a high point, and his subordinates worked harder.

"A moment. Meng Yiguang felt that this time was okay, and although he was very distressed by the fall of cultivation, his inner confidence in himself was not lacking at all.

Sang Honggu is still quite satisfied with such an answer, will he doubt that he can't hold on for a quarter of an hour?

I never thought about it, because I never thought that Guan Hanning would break the grinding disc and rush in.

Although defense is Sang Honggu's best choice, how can this person who thinks he has the chance to win not want his victory to be more brilliant.

The person wrapped in the armor of the green underworld remembered the same voice in his heart, and this voice was as cold as ice without a trace of emotion: "Golden Twist." ”

Dry distance from the city, the old man surnamed Feng stared fiercely, and felt very inexplicable about Sang Honggu's approach, why is he still choosing to attack now, I don't know if more brothers will die in this way, if you choose to defend, won't you be able to reduce more unnecessary casualties?

More importantly, being in the midst of change will definitely lead to some unnecessary variables, and perhaps inadvertently, it will cause the situation to collapse instantly.

The old man surnamed Feng stroked his beard and glanced at Zhong Yuan.

And Zhong Yuan seemed to be immersed in the illusion of victory, and looked at the center of the battlefield with a smile. I don't think Sang Honggu's approach is inappropriate at all.

The old man surnamed Feng sighed in his heart, Yiguang was afraid that he would have to suffer in the future. And there is very little he can do now, because he is already a retired man, there is only one commander on the battlefield, he used to be him, and now he is really an irrelevant spectator.

Could Zhong Yuan not be able to detect this?

How is it possible, this battle is the first battle of his own distance, if he can win, wouldn't it be better to be bloody, that is, the military prestige he has established for himself, and even better is to make those stupid and restless people fearful.

Sure enough, Sang Honggu understands himself, and for what happened is something he is willing to see, so what reason is there to feel unhappy. As for artificiality, that's not iron-blooded.

Han Xian's gaze was always accurate, looking at Wu Jitang's bent gun, his heart was pounding, if it was himself, the bent would have been the backbone a long time ago, but Wu Jitang's spine was still so tall and abnormal, although he had been at a disadvantage, but the defeat was obvious.

And now, although Wu Jitang can still fight wholeheartedly, there are seeds slowly sprouting in the small corner of his heart, how long can he hold on, and how long will he last.

Similarly, as tormented as Wu Jitang, Meng Yiguang has passed, more than half of an hour has passed, although he pressed him to fight, he never entered his own rhythm, and the panic in his heart can be imagined.

The panic rushed out of his inner world with his breath, because there was a more anxious being urging, this voice was now even rude, and it turned into cold, and it was indeed cold to Meng Yiguang's ears: "You have to know shame, I can't understand what a person who has just entered the wind can use to hold on for so long." ”

How can people outside the circle understand the discomfort of insiders, and they are doing something that makes insiders feel very uncomfortable. Hearing the word shame and bravery, his heart suddenly tightened, and his hand was indeed loosened.

Wu Jitang noticed the big knife pressed on the barrel of the gun, as if he had lost his strength, how could he let go of such an opportunity, and with a fierce force, the big knife was flying, and the spear turned around and stabbed to the side. The cold spear suddenly broke through the green darkness and stabbed the person next to Meng Yiguang to the heart.

Meng Yiguang thought that he knew the consequences of his upset, and his anger suddenly rose, but now was not the time to be angry, because Wu Jitang's spear was pierced and did not pull out, but he shook his strength and showed his might to smash the poor man at Meng Yiguang.

Meng Yiguang was really surprised by these Meng Yiguang, what would he do to the green shadow that was crashing towards him, dodge, and a quarter of an hour of his own would pass forever, so the big knife did not hesitate for half a minute, and with a fierce wave, the sharp cold blade broke through the body without half a minute of hesitation.

There is enough blood on this ground, do Wu Jitang and Meng Yihui care about this?

Meng Yiguang didn't think that the man was already dead, and his big knife was just breaking through an object, would Wu Jitang admire the enemy's decisiveness. At least not yet. Because other people's big knives are waving at themselves again, what they need is to protect themselves thoroughly, if they fall, then the central flowering will become a bubble, and the entire situation of the eldest brother will collapse in an instant.

Therefore, he cannot be defeated, and he firmly believes that Guan Hanning can break everything and realize the flowering of the center.

For others, what happened was something ordinary, and Han Xian really fell into it and couldn't extricate himself, would Han Xian doubt its authenticity?

The cold wind suddenly rose, Han Xian felt cold, and before the demonized mind could be used, he completely lost his direction, and all his eagerness to try calmed down.

Those chaotic voices also came into the atrium, and I felt the existence of the atrium again, still flashing with soft light, and I felt that little bit of green light was rushing to the empty brain after the demonization.

His eyes regained clarity, and he sighed slightly in his heart: "It's okay, I'm still alive." ”

Han Xian was still in the center of the meeting, still watching others spilling blood like that, but his mood at the moment had changed, and everything would be different, so he was not the one who was anxious to jump into the hot pot. In such a place, only a calm heart will make the right decision, Han Xian thinks that he can gamble, but it is a last resort, because this aftermath is still echoing in his heart: "I want to live, live on my own." ”

Will others think that wanting to live is greedy for life and afraid of death, how can Han Xian guess what others think. But his own, Han Xian knew, and he didn't lose the courage to fight for glory if he wanted to live.

Looking coldly at every movement of others, from the delicate body taste, those experiences of condensing dead flesh and blood, how could Han Xian not breathe greedily.

Now there is also Guan Hanning who has the same cold gaze as Han Xian, although he is separated by the mask, he can clearly feel the man's frantic breathing, as if he is telling the people of the world that he has won, if there is enough time, Guan Hanning will definitely be able to grind this person to death without suspense, because that person is about to enter his own rhythm, and now at this time, what kind of mood is needed to wait for this rhythm, although Wu Jitang's voice has not sounded in his heart, but he still knows a little about the methods of his former opponents, and he can know that Wu Jitang must be very difficult。

What's the use of knowing this, it can only disturb the state of mind, and Guan Hanning is indeed a natural general, and he is also a warrior in battle, knowing what he should do at this time, those things that can't be done for the time being are useless, and what he has to do now is to quickly introduce this person into his own rhythm.

Only in this way will the enemy's sharp spirit be frustrated, and as long as this large array is slightly sluggish, then the central flowering will definitely be realized.

The goal is ahead, waiting for this official Hanning to achieve it, so how can he not work hard, Han Gun looked for opportunities again and again with hope.

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