The cry of the heart has reached the high ground, and if the spear is not pierced, then the heart will surely turn into a part of the darkness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The shred of origin that is carefully cared for will also be extinguished in the ridiculous.

The path is chosen by the man himself, and it must be moved forward.

Didn't you ask why?

Why did you turn the horse's head, why did you raise your spear, and why did you attack someone you knew?

I asked, but I couldn't answer.

Passing by is the beginning of calmness, but the calm bursts the embankment too quickly, maybe everything is the sound of horses' hooves.

While it was knocking on the land, it was not knocking on Han Xian's heart.

How could calm endure such a devastation, the brain seemed to be completely stagnant, and when he remembered to ask why, the reins were pulled, and when he could ask why, Yun Qi had been rudely reversed. But by the time he could ask, the spear had been erected, and when the brain was able to react normally, the target appeared in front of his eyes.

Those who charge are doomed to have no turning back.

There has never been such a steadiness, although the heart is noisy in the atrium, but the brain is completely out of the matter, and the only thing in the eyes is the man who has his waist straight up.

At a time like this, it's ridiculous to ask why.

The spear has his arrogance, and Han Xian has his own arrogance, if he is wrong, maybe he will be wrong.

Regret is always something later.

The man standing at the end of his gaze was about to go there, and the horn of the charge sounded in his heart, and Yun Xiao under Han Xian's crotch knew his master's wishes.

Rush, fight into everything, and break everything.

Han Xian's legs were straight, and the lower half of his body left the horse's back, but his head was very close to the horse's body, and his head was like a spear lowering Han Feng deeply, they must be a goal.

In order to better pierce the enemy.

This man who stood in the wind was doubting that the target of Han Xian's charge was not himself, why did he still not make any movements, but it was precisely because he did not have half a point of movement that his surroundings were terrifying, quiet, and his breathing disappeared quietly, how strange it was.

Not controlling the spear in his hand did not mean that Wu Jitang despised Han Xian, what appeared in his eyes was a cold cold front, and the momentum of the impact was like facing thousands of troops and horses.

This man will not be timid even in the face of thousands of troops, what can you do with me, this man's horse has also been assimilated by Wu Jitang's arrogance, like a sculpture-like form, but it is resonating with Wu Jitang, what can you do with me?

Even if Han Xian was about to rush in front of him, Wu Jitang didn't make a single move, everything was like a statue.

All of this naturally fell into the eyes of this stormtrooper, his brows furrowed, and his heart was angry at the unguarded contempt of the other party.

The pounding heartbeat was still so arrogant and shouting, but Han Xian couldn't hear half a point of resentment in the shouting, what he wanted was to crush him, Wu Jitang's prepared and unprepared were not half a point different from the heart.

Why do you think you can win so much, is it because you gave the spear courage, Yun Xiao roared in the slightest, that sculptural kind has undoubtedly become its target, I must be stronger than you.

Where does Han Xian's spear tip want to pierce the heart?

Maybe I thought so before, because the depressed head and the cold front could just destroy there, and now that this person has changed his mind, the enemy's head can fill all his arrogance, so the waist is bent up, and the strong wind of the sprint slashes his cheeks fiercely.

In such a wind, the pounding heart was quiet, I, Han Xian, must have done the right thing, although this kind of impact method is a little weird and strange in the eyes of others.

This person who doesn't ask why doesn't care, everything starts from the heart, that's the most correct.

Was the man still unprepared?

The wind smiled, the wind that scraped his cheeks was simply a matter of strength, under such a sun, where did the hoarfrost on Han Xian's face come from, and even the spear was a little cold.

The wind told everything, although Wu Jitang did not control the spear in his hand, but his immobile figure was the embodiment of all potential, the wind squeezed into his momentum with difficulty, took away a little bit of cold, and also told Han Xian that this person gave him enough respect.

In Wu Jitang's eyes, the impact was slow, because his momentum seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and even his own cheeks were stained with frost.

As for Han Xian, this person was as if he had just been killed from winter, the tip of the spear was completely wrapped in frost, and Han Xian's face and eyebrows were frozen.

A strong man is not afraid of the cold, it is impossible for Wu Jitang to let Han Xian fall on the way to the charge, that goal is in front of him.

For this moment, Han Xian would not hesitate, Yun Hao was about to hit that cold and arrogant companion.

Why, why did this man who didn't ask why there was such a doubt in his heart, Yun Hao just rushed into Wu Jitang's one-meter range, as if he had crashed headlong into a quagmire.

Han Xian's face was shocked, at this moment, the cold front of his spear was only half a meter away from that person's head, could he only fight half a meter after sprinting for so long?

Yun Xiao was obviously very dissatisfied with the cold companion who was about to bleed in front of him, and his mouth roared and wanted to rush up and take a bite, this wish was not impossible to come true, because the healthy hooves did not stop completely.

This is a strange world that slowly reveals, in the eyes of others, Han Xian's shocked face rose little by little, and Yun Qi's healthy hooves rose little by little.

I want to put it away, I don't know how much effort it takes to fall the hooves, how far away is half a meter, the thief is in front of him, as long as the spear is pierced, it will definitely destroy the person's head.

Yes, as long as the spear is pierced, Yun Xiao has been working hard for so long, isn't it the time for him to work hard, and the half meter below is enough for the spear.

Han Xian must have felt that he should stand up, a trace of ice appeared on his face, but a trace of cracking, that spine must be holding a thousand catties of burden, otherwise he would not have lifted it this time, even if Han Xian's shoulders were pressed with a mountain, this thin body did not shake for half a minute.

Inch by inch, every minute, after standing up straight, the eyes were like a proud king looking down on his people, Han Xian saw the eyes of that subject, was he resentful?

The upturned lips must not have noticed any of this.

Han Xian's arrogant gaze stared coldly at Wu Jitang's eyes, but could that be called a subject?

is also a cold gaze, and the arrogance in it is like a pillar to the sky, this person must be unyielding.

Standing up was not the end of Han Xian's journey, what he wanted was to stab the spear that stood up with him into the forehead of that person, so he moved, his hands were so steady, as slow as his body, and like a spine without trembling for half a minute.

Wu Jitang was sneering, just like Han Xian's cheeks, the corners of his mouth that crawled on his cheeks were laughing at Han Xian's arrogance and ignorance, standing up is my gift, spear?

I've given enough.

Even if it is steady, what can be done, what Han wants first is not steady, what he wants is to hand over the spear, but now such a force is too difficult.

The hand felt as if it was entangled in countless invisible threads, and it was a delusion to want to move for half a minute.

But I, Han Xian, was born a delusional person, and the heat rose in my hair, is this the credit of the sun, or is it the strength of Han Xian's heart?

If you want to accomplish what you want in your heart, it is obviously difficult to do it with the strength of your muscles and bones alone, and Han Xian remembered something.

In the atrium, the lonely flickering origin star map?

The coldness of his body didn't affect him at all, it was still so silent blooming, it could hold up a piece of light, that was also the payment of heat, could he realize what the spear wanted?

Experimentation is the only way out.

There was no trembling in his body, but when Han Xian wanted to touch that trace of origin, he was indeed trembling as if he had suddenly encountered winter.

He must have been terrified, afraid that darkness would appear in his eyes again, and that the beginning of trembling would also be the beginning of blurred eyes, but even so, the determination of the spear could not be shaken.

If his eyes are going to be dark, then I, Han Xian, will let him enter the darkness in advance.

The origin was touched, and the senses were also isolated by Han Xian, his own world was black, and vertigo would not be able to destroy this standing person again.

All the hoarfrost dissipated into the air from the cold edge of the spear, and the man in the darkness was shouting, uttering a final roar: "Ahh "It must be a cry of determination

That trace of origin flowed into the tip of the spear, and what could stop the determination. Breaking free from the silk thread that wrapped around the spear, the moment was so swift.

The sound of wind and thunder rushed towards Wu Jitang's forehead with Han Xian's roar, and all those who blocked the way of his spear were trampled underfoot.

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