How far?

How far will it be?

The wind is hurrying, the wind is hissing in my ears, I want to be faster, let myself appear there faster, but my heart is roaring slower. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ask your heart, will there be her there, will there be her there?

Don't stop, the only thing you can do is not stop, never stop, the demon under the seat is like this, and the breath in your mouth is like this.

"Whew~~. ”

Now.

Now.

The wind blows in front of your eyes, pale color.

In the sky, the bright yellow that exists, I don't know if it's the sunset, or the morning sun, it's certain, it's dim, it's red, it's red, it's demonic, it's the devil's faint red, it's the real devil.

"Hey~~~!"

Sound?

Sound, what sound?

Sneer.

In the midst of the gallop, I suddenly heard a sneer, my body was cold, and I smelled the sneer that exploded in my mind, and I immediately sweated all over my body, my back was cold, and I trembled.

The face is pale.

Purple lips.

It's like falling into hell.

Listening to this sneer, I felt like I had fallen into hell.

"Hey~~. ”

It didn't stop, it kept laughing, and the cold breath echoed in its heart.

Laughter, laughter?

Where did this laughter come from, and did it come from the ears?

Ear?

It's numb, it's cold, it's stupid, it's stupid.

It became an ornament.

Under the torture of all syndromes, it is standing guard at the moment, it needs to rest, it has rested, so where did the voice, that sneer come from, what is this soul-shaking sound, who is laughing, who is laughing so gloomy?

Now.

Eye.

It is the sound that the eye finds.

It was the eye dog who took the mouse for the ears to do a little leisure, it looked at the sky, it was the devil who looked at the sky and imagined that he could hear the fog on the horizon sneering.

The devil hiding in the sun.

Eyes found laughter.

Voices heard by the eye.

"Hey~~. ”

Not again.

It came again even louder to the bone, and in front of him, on the slightly raised hillside, the devil was entrenched, and there it was, and there it looked at its restless and pale self, and a sneer came out of its mouth.

It?

The eye sees that it is cold.

Anything else?

What else?

What else is there besides cold?

The cold that the eyes saw was far more than that, in that place, the raised hillside was like a moat cliff, and the place where the blood was decorated with light mist, there was a devil, and he was watching three heads and six arms, with a green face and fangs, and it was three heads that were more scary than a head, and that head and that face, and that teeth were so scary, hateful, It's hateful, damn it, that they are under their claws, and they see their beautiful faces, they see my worries, they see my tossing and turning, they see my wife, and my wife under the claws of the devil.

Pale.

Pale.

The paleness of his own eyes saw the pale of her face.

She sobbed, she resented, she blamed.

She cried and whispered, "First, you're late..."

Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos.

"Ruo'er~~!"

Roar.

Snapped.

Both eyes are red.

Crazy, Han Xian at this moment is like crazy, his hair is blood-red, his eyes are full of violence, he has already controlled the demon knife in his hand, the blade is a blood map, and the ripples in the flow move slowly, there is a devil inside, and what is hidden inside is the real devil, and the blood blade is printed on the human face, which is Han Xian's appearance, Han Xian's shape.

It was sneering.

It doesn't matter what's inside the knife, it's what you pay attention to.

Staring, watching, staring, watching.

What do you see?

Fog.

Blood-colored mist.

As for the rest, is there a devil with three heads and six arms, and a blue-faced fang, where is Rongruo, does it exist, and do the eyes really see clearly?

Eyes for sure.

The eyes are convinced.

I believe in the affirmation of what my eyes see.

"Whew~~. ”

How fast the speed of the demon was, in the blink of an eye, it carried Han Xian up the hillside, and the demon knife was grasped, and the blood breath of the Dao power suddenly became hot.

Chop.

'Hiss~~. ’

The knife moves and the fog is broken.

Is the devil dead?

I'm chopping.

"Whew~~. ”

The knife is scattered.

Wife, have you been saved from your worries?

In front of him, on the hillside at this moment, what about the demons and monsters, have they been killed by the demon knife in Han Xian's hand, and he has successfully hugged the beauty?

The chopping continues, and the rationality is still chaotic.

Just ask who in the world can cut off the air, the heart is chaotic, and the chaos is between square inches.

On the hillside, the sword light was cold and cold, and every minute, inch by inch of air was cut under Han Xian's demon knife, and it was fused again.

The knife can't cut the air in the calendar, but the calendar of the knife can naturally remove the devil hidden in it, and under the cold knife light, the wild slash is not stopped, pointing to the air of the heavenly battle, the devil with three heads and six arms in front of him is cut into eight pieces, eight pieces are chopped into meat puree, and the meat paste is chopped into nothingness residue, in which the fog is evaporated, and there is no red in it.

Clean.

In this case, except for the blood and filth flowing on people, this place is so clean, clean that there is not a trace of dirt, not a trace of blood, not a trace of fog, then the devil seen by the eyes has nowhere to hide.

It's cold and clean here.

After the catharsis, has the madness of man calmed down?

"Whew~~"

Heavy breathing.

"Whew~~. ”

Deep exhalation.

What comes out of the mouth is hot, and what is inhaled and swallowed into the throat is still hot.

Dry.

Disorderly.

It's clean and gone, but the chaotic heart still believes in the sight of the eyes, looking in front of you, down the hillside.

Blue-faced fangs.

Three heads and six arms.

My wife.

"Hey~~. ”

It's there, it's the devil there.

Sneering, the devil is sneering, the sneering devil has imprisoned my 'Ruo'er', he has played me, it has escaped from here, and now it is looking at itself with a smug sneer at the bottom of the hill.

"Ah~~. ”

The man was angry and turned red.

What's more, this is still a messy person.

In her heart, she can't afford to lose, she must not have the slightest mistake, if she has the slightest injury, I am willing to slaughter the world with the knife in my hand.

"Hum~~. ”

Swiftness.

Like lightning gone, in an instant, the demon carried Han Xian to swoop, and the moment the thought surfaced, he killed himself from the hillside.

A knife-like calendar.

Crazy like a man.

Slashed into the mist, cut through the clouds, and rushed down the hillside, the demon knife in his hand pointed directly at the heart of the blue-faced fanged devil, it was there, it couldn't escape.

"Hiss~~. ”

Sure enough, in the middle, it really had nowhere to escape, and the demon knife cut open the devil's sternum without any deviation and slashed into the devil's heart.

Is it dead?

"Whew~~. ”

Exhale, the wind blows.

"Hey, hey~~~. ”

The sound of cracking pupils, the sound of bursting hearts, chaotic, chaotic in my heart, hearing laughter, my head suddenly raised, there.

It's a hillside again.

That lowness was like a moat when Han Xian saw it.

It's so real.

The blood was thicker than any other person, and a thick red viscous mist rose on the hillside in front of them, and among them was the devil, the utterly real devil, who was not green fangs, blood-colored teeth, blood-colored face, three heads and six arms, each of which stared at itself mockingly, and they laughed, they sneered.

Right under their clutches.

Ruo'er, she was struggling, she was crying, she was looking at herself with resentment, she was blaming herself for being late.

"Ah~~. ”

How big is the heart?

Every inch of land, the mood is chaotic, and every inch is lost.

It may be disgust, it may be that Han Xian dislikes the speed of the demon like electricity and light is too slow, and he suddenly leaps into the air, fluttering in the air like a big bird.

A big bird with its claws wide open.

Han Xianfei stepped up the low hillside and rushed up the hillside that covered his gaze.

"Hiss~~. ”

Bloodlight.

There was a blood mist everywhere here, but the demon knife in Han Xian's hand forcibly cut out a thick line of blood in the bloody place.

Under the blade.

Start down the hill.

Blood line.

All the way up with people.

"Ah~~. ”

Howling, howling like a demon, like a demon, grabbing the mountain, the demon knife is held high above the top, and now it is a hideous three-headed and six-armed devil, doing the power to split the power of Huashan, seeking to open the sky, and asking to save the devil's wife.

"Hiss~~. ”

The blade tore down the wind, cut and broken, slashed open, in this turbid and blood-filled space, Han Xianzhan slashed the demon knife in his hand with a trace of clarity.

Under the blade.

The bloody ghost is split.

Under the gaze.

Or is it still the devil?

The eyes passed through the Qingming cut out of the demon knife, through it, after the blood was scattered, what did the eyes see, is it still the devil?

Remnant.

What the eye sees is a cripple, a cripple of bones, a broken cripple, a remnant of what was once glorious, a fragment is a fragment, and a fragment is a fragment.

Blood.

What the eye saw was blood, and the blood accumulated into lakes, wrinkled in the wind, and it was churning the remnants of bones, the shattering of armor, and the cracking of the spear of the Heavenly Cold Front.

"Hum~~. ”

Blood rushed to the top of the skull.

The eyes are black, and the body is falling.

"Whew~~. ”

Like ordinary people, just like ordinary people, Han Xian was top-heavy, and he fell directly from the air, what was below, the cold of broken bones and chewing residues, and the cold of blood.

"Wow. ”

went down, cold coating, cold body.

Blood wiped his body, and Han Xian, who fainted, soaked in the dammed lake where cold blood had accumulated.

"Ah~~. ”

The moment he fell, the moment he soaked in the blood lake, his brain regained the numbness of this body, and the howl in his mouth immediately jumped out of the cold.

"Not here. ”

"Not here. ”

The roar of the person belongs to Han Xian, and he howls and goes crazy in the air, he doesn't stop all the way, he escapes all the way, and people here don't dare to stay for a long time.

Frightened, timid, and running away with a howl in his mouth.

'Not here?'

Nothing here?

Of course, it means that there is no wife Rong Ruo here, she is still alive, she must still be alive.

Rushing, running, non-stopping, non-stopping, in the blink of an eye, people return to that original point, people reappear in that cold-eyed place, but when they go, they are in tatters, and when they come, they are covered in blood.

Go to madness.

It's crazier when it comes.

Human-faced god, Shi Mo.

Their gaze fell on this distraught face again, looking at Han Xian in the distance, watching him approach.

In a blink of an eye.

The human-faced god was already watching Han Xian pounce on him like a demon.

In front of you, in front of you.

Right in front of Han Xian's eyes, this strange guy who had never seen it before, it must have a ghost, it must know Ruo'er's whereabouts.

Rushed to the doctor.

When a person goes crazy, anyone dares to kill, Han first appeared in the eyes of the human-faced god, naturally he would not come empty-handed, the ordinary and simple knife in his hand, the demon knife flew and slashed the head of the human-faced god, and roared in his mouth: "Tell me, she's not dead, right, tell me, where is she." ”

Tell.

What is he saying?

The human face frowned slightly, he had killed so many people, he could know that they were all dead, and it was better for such a madman to fulfill him and free him.

"Whew~~. ”

With a human face, the cane was raised, and he lightly touched the flying Han Xian, and immediately a bright flower pink Dao power greeted the demon knife in Han Xian's hand.

You want to kill Han Xian with this?

"Hiss~~. ”

Too underestimate him.

Powder bundle knife.

Minghua pink Dao force to do the wilting.

It's sleepy.

Is the knife trapped?

The demon knife splits the red powder, and when it is cut, the red powder is cut, although it is not as powerful as a bamboo, but the demon knife in the hands of the madman is not something that can be blocked by the human face god with a single strength, and it is cut straight and evaporates instantly.

"Hmph~~. ”

Snort.

The human-faced god snorted coldly in his mouth, and without waiting for Han Xian to get close, the peach blossom staff in his hand was loosened, and he met the enemy independently, and in an instant, the staff pointed at the blade.

"Poof~~. ”

Blood, trapeze figures.

At the moment when the peach blossom staff was on the blade, a touch of ghostly breath swept over the staff, and the crimson wisp bypassed the blade and went straight to Han Xian himself, so what else could he do to stand, the blood in his mouth was vomited wildly, and he was directly swept to the ground.

Sticking to the ground.

Stick tightly.

"Whew~~. ”

The madman was really crazy, and at the moment when the human-faced god thought that Han Xian would stick to the ground, his body suddenly burst out with a mighty Buddha light, shining like a heavenly Buddha.

Jump.

But a madman is still a madman, and when he becomes a Buddha, he is also a mad monk.

Like a wolf leaping, being a tiger, the teeth and mouths are all over the place, and the Buddha's light is cold into a fist, but this is not to pounce on the human face god, but to go straight to the head of my city.

Han Xian roared in his mouth: "Tell me, she's not dead, right, tell me where she is?"

Cut teeth.

Buddha-colored hideous human face.

"Hmph~~. ”

Shi Mo glanced at Han Xian, snorted coldly in his mouth, and whispered: "Yishui, you can catch up now, otherwise you will wait for her to collect the corpse." ”

"Uh~~. ”

Hear the sound, listen to the voice.

Han Xian's brows were furrowed and relaxed, his eyes fell on Shi Mo's body was full of gratitude, how could he still stay, regardless of the Dao power on the fist against the Star Devouring Diagram Loss, reflexively turned, all bloody, all broken, all impatient, and went straight to Yishui.

Finally there is news of her.

Gibberish.

It is that she may be dead, that she may be injured, that people are like this, that people are crazy, that one day, she is really dead, will she really slaughter the world.

Kill it, kill it?

Do you have that power?