Although those eyes shone with a strange bloody light, the greenness of that face and the unique darkness mixed with it were impossible to change. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His body was still covered with tattered clothes, and the skin of his atrium was still covered with poison planted by others.

And with all these signs and proofs, who will this person be if he is not Han Xian.

Maybe the dust on the soles of his shoes on the ground blurred his eyes a little, but more likely, the intimate contact between his head and the ground was too enthusiastic for Zuo Mu to believe it until now.

Han Xian's mouth turned up slightly, his face and bloody eyes were full of pride, and he smiled: "Haha, if it's not me, who will it be?"

The arrogant laughter echoed in the tomb, and Zuo Mu's face was full of paleness, and a pair of eyes swept coldly on Han Xian's face, and he roared in a low voice: "Who are you?"

For the person with fierce eyes flowing with fierce light, Zuo Mu did not want to believe it, but he couldn't believe it deeply.

How could a person whose body and soul have become a Dao fetus have the ability to fly himself, and those bloody eyes are even more amazingly demonic, as if they can devour people's souls, if Zuo Mu believes that this is the stupid boy who fell into the dust before, it is definitely a stupid act.

Han Xian's face flowed into a somewhat playful smile, his hands slowly raised, a pair of eyes seemed to count the lines on it, and sighed in his heart, "My demon has finally waited for the chance to see the light of day." ’

His eyes suddenly raised, directly on Zuo Mu's face, and he roared: "I.... Han Xian. ”

A roar was even more oppressive, Zuo Mu's face turned slightly white, his heart was full of hatred, and he shouted viciously: "No matter who you are, those who stand in the way will die." ”

And after this heroic roar, the corners of Han Xian's mouth did twitch a little, and the pride was suddenly fascinated.

Of course, he hated it very much in his heart, just because of how Han Xian had the ability to stand tall in the sky, and how Han Xian had the ability to kick Zuo Mu into the dust, he would only lie on his stomach: "I am a demon, and a demon is my name." ”

This body is mine. How cold it was.

The corners of the demon's mouth twitched again, and he said, "Who is rare with such a weak body, I just borrowed it." ”

Borrowing without consent is usurping, how could Han Xian be willing, his voice sounded again, and said, "Give it back to me, and I will borrow your ability to complete your business." ”

Is it a loss?

Then obediently, in the end, it is not his own body, how can he be arrogant and fight with the master Han Xian, and the demon's efforts are fighting for a form of his own, there is no doubt that now this wish can only be completed by Han Xian.

Han Xian's name has resounded throughout the tomb. ’

In fact, who he was, Zuo Mu didn't care at all, and his greedy and impatient gaze crossed Han Xian and fell on the red line and Heqing.

It was his own prestige, and now it was only one step away, but this step away, there was indeed a hateful existence.

Zuo Mu roared wildly in his heart, and his face was already as cold as ice, his eyes were as gloomy as a ghost, and he roared in a low voice: "You really want to stop me." ”

A smile appeared on Han Xian's face, and he said, "What do you think?" ”

"Ah~~"

Zuo Mu roared, and when the sound sounded, he rushed to Han Xian's side, and at this moment, he held a cold blade in his hand, and roared: "Death to those who block me." ”

The sword flashed, and the shadow was immediately divided into five places, and it hit Han Xian's key points everywhere, and even sealed his retreat, there is no doubt that Zuo Muyi thought that he had no chance to delay, and the road to heaven was getting farther and farther away from him.

Han Xian's face was already cold, and he smiled in his heart, and said, "Hehe, joke, there is only strength in this world." ”

Han Xian looked at the five cold fronts, as if there was nothing, the blood light in his eyes floated, his hands were already clenched into fists, and he didn't see how it moved, but it really moved.

"Bang, bang, bang~~"

There were six sounds, and a figure was already rapidly retreating.

Zuo Mu stabilized his backward figure, his face was full of fear, but he was indeed a little relieved in his heart, this person was not as strong as he imagined.

Although his fist is fast, the strength is indeed insufficient, but there is a trace of strange strength in it.

And Zuo Mu deeply understood why he retreated, that is, he was given this strength to advance and retreat, when Han Xian's fist fell on his body, the blood qi in that part would stagnate slightly, how could he not be surprised.

At this moment, Zuo Mu's body was already upright, his eyes were full of haze, and he said coldly: "Carving insect skills." ”

Han Xian's heart suddenly chuckled, there was no doubt that his reliance was mostly peeped at by his opponent, but the expression on his face did not change, and said, "You can try it." ”

"Hmph~"

Zuo Mu snorted softly, but his body did not move, and even the expression on his face was a little relaxed, and he said softly: "Why is it difficult for the prince to be with the widow, as long as I win the world, I will make you the prince, and after a hundred years, you will be the emperor of the world!"

The gift of this gift will surely make people panic.

And Han Xian's face really showed a little thoughtful look, but he was already smiling in his heart, and said happily: "You are all alone, what else do you want to share." ”

But at this moment, Han Xian's face was thoughtful, and the joy that often flashed was more like being immersed in the wealth of the prince and the emperor.

Although Zuo Mu knew in his heart that the strength of the person in front of him was not strong, but he wanted to end the battle quickly with his swift body and the deceitful Taoist technique, it was basically delusional, if he could surrender the soldiers of others without a fight, of course, it would be a good strategy, but Han Xian seemed to have thought about it for too long, and he saw that face was sentimental, and he did not see his words lightly.

And Zuo Mu was indeed anxiously watching and waiting, he who was once an emperor may be too accustomed to being driven, so that he prefers to use stratagems to play with others rather than rely on his true strength.

And he seemed to be used to waiting, but now he was very anxious.

What Han Xian was thinking, in fact, Zuo Mu could understand it with his toes, and the shallow acting skills of scratching his ears and cheeks were obviously delaying time.

He pretended to be happy on his face, but he was indeed as anxious as Zuo Mu in his heart, and said, "Sister Red Line, you'd better hurry up and come to your senses, I'm also alone." ”

But if Han Xian really pinned his hopes on the red line, I am afraid that he would be doomed to bad luck.

At this moment, people are completely silent in their own world, and they only want to let the people in front of them live, and they have not thought about how much they will pay.

But there are too many things that cannot be measured by the cost, and even if you pay for your life, it may be in vain.

Maybe Hongxian knew this, but she didn't care.

She desperately stuffed half of her soul into Heqing's chest, but as long as her soul was destined to be unyielding, how could she willingly become the nourishment of others.

Even if the red line is willing, but when the knife is split, this master thinks it has been.

That piece of soul gathered in Heqing's chest and did not disperse, and with Heqing's wisp of remnant soul, how could he control this rebellious thing, maybe forcibly fused, but it would scatter Heqing's soul.

It doesn't want to, but the red line has the heart to do it.

The hand was raised again, and it glowed slightly red, and the soul cub was already trembling under the red light, and the face of the red line was even more bloodless.

Even if it has been cut off, how can the inextricable things in it be broken with the fall of the knife.

Pain is nothing compared to loss.

The red line palm was lightly sent, and it was pressed on the soul, and the red light was like a knife of division to separate the soul one by one, and there was indeed a trace of blood on that colorless face.

How can a person who is extremely cold still sweat, only the blood of that body can still flow, and the sweat can only be followed by blood.

And on the red line that supported Heqing's backbone, a trace of red light floated out, one end tied to the red line soul, and the other side wrapped around Heqing's remnant soul.

This is the line of karma, which is connected and accompanied by thousands of miles.

The soul with a red thread disappeared, and the soul of Heqing on that side included it, but Tranquility was destined to be jealous.

"Boom~~"

Hongxian's face was shocked, his eyes were frightened, and his body stood up, his eyes fell into the gloom above his head, and he whispered: "You can't stop me." ”

The red line continues to live and kill, how not to attract the jealousy of heaven.

Even if it is deep underground, jealousy can penetrate all Taoist magic, in the dark tomb, the electric light protrudes, and a thick thunder light suddenly appeared in the darkness of the tomb, and even went directly to Heqing, of course, the sky understands that as long as Heqing's soul is destroyed, then the red line is resolute, it will be delusional.

With me, he will be free from disaster.

When the lightning fell, the red line was in front of Heqing's remnant soul, how could the heavenly punishment be able to kill this amorous person, the one who stood in the way, vowed to destroy him into ashes, and directly ran into the red line body.

"Ah~"

This body was already shaky, how could it still live with the power of heavenly punishment, the backbone of the red line suddenly bent, and the legs and feet were even weaker and fell directly to their knees.

If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and this hatred will never end.

Although the red line kneels, but Heqing's remnant soul has not been extinguished, how can he get the heavens, and this is only exchanged for endless jealousy, and endless hatred is all poured on the thin body of the red line.

Although the hatred of heaven is strong, the red line is like Heqing's previous protection of himself, kneeling down, not moving, not retreating.

And her hope is getting bigger and bigger, and Heqing's soul is like a baby, greedily devouring the red thread's offerings, and she herself is also condensed by a cent.

Will Zuo Mu still wait?

And his toes must have worked, this thunder did not smash on the body of the red line, it was completely torturing his own way to ascend to the heavens, his face was full of cruelty, and he roared: "Have you thought about it?"

That playful smile once again floated on Han Xian's face, and he whispered, "What do you think?"

"Ah~"

Zuo Mu roared angrily, but in his roar, Han Xian's figure was still the first to flutter, and in an instant, he had already entered Zuo Mu's side, and a pair of boss's fists were already flying.

In the staggered fists, Han Xian's face was full of solemnity, and the faint sigh in his heart: "It's a good person." ”

'Sister Red Line, don't worry, this person, brother is blocking for you. ’

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