When did he come, when did he appear, and why didn't he notice it at all?

And this is not just incomprehension, but more fear, fear of the pair of snickering eyes, and even more fear of the cold tip of the knife, and there is no trace of the idea of invulnerability in the heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That person or that soul, since he still dares to face him with a knife, he must have broken his own confidence.

Undoubtedly, such a thought is the beginning of unwillingness.

At this moment, he was powerless to dodge, and his arm was already trembling slightly, but he still raised it, and the starlight in the star map was involved.

But no matter how invincible Starlight is, it's too late to deal with that knife at this moment.

Han Xian looked at the tip of the knife, he couldn't feel the lifting of his arm, let alone the flow of starlight, he only stared at the tip of the knife for a minute, it was very slow, but it was this slowness, so that he had no time to dodge.

Uncle Ao also stared at the tip of the knife like Han Xian, although Han Xian's surprised face was much more colorful, but at this moment, only the color of the tip of the knife was the most brilliant.

Because it is ordinary, it is about to be stained with blood.

My heart stings, see?

Han Xian, who lost his mind, and Uncle Ao, who was concentrating, both looked very carefully, the tip of the knife broke through the skin of his chest, and he saw that the knife was shortening by a minute, and the painful look was also spreading on Han Xian's face.

'Dead, dead. ’

This pain also has its uniqueness, it reminds the current Han Xian that he is still alive, and reminds himself that it is not the heart that was broken by the cold knife, but the right chest.

This is not because Uncle Ao is merciful, let alone a misjudgment of the old dizzy, but completely because it is the arrangement of heaven's will in the dark, the knife wants to break Han Xian's body, and its original intention is to pierce from the back of the heart, but because of Han Xian's sentimentality, he turned around and looked, and he was indeed lucky to pick up a life.

"Ah~~"

An explosion sounded in Han Xian's mouth, directly waking up Uncle Ao, who was silent in the dream of success.

Happiness was once close, but at this moment it did slip away quietly, so that there was no emotion left, and the horror completely squeezed out the joy on Uncle Ao's face.

A dark shadow suddenly hung over the pale face.

"Bang~~"

With a muffled sound, the black shadow of the fist was completely reduced to a point, and it fell straight on the bridge of Uncle Ao's nose, you must know that this is not only the gift of the red line, but also the hostage of star power.

This is an old man, and even more so an old face, and now it is completely shattered.

Beneath the fist, the skull leaps in unwillingness, helplessness and disbelief.

For the headless thing in front of him, he was already full of hatred, and he punched out again, directly knocking Uncle Ao's body away, although Uncle Ao was dead, the knife in his hand was indeed not loose, and it was also pulled out, and the bright red suddenly poured into the air, and the temperature of the blood should be soul-stirring.

Han Xian hated: "Fortunately, my life is big, and I woke up in time, otherwise this little life would have been explained here." ”

Is it fateful?

It is still unknown, but it is only known that the person with a big fate is in trouble again.

The color of the blood and the temperature of the blood made the eyeless eyes that had struggled to settle down once again glow with fanaticism, the faint imperial light calmed them, and now Han Xian's blood did make them fall into a deeper level of madness.

"Roar~~"

An abrupt roar made Han Xian's face suddenly startled, and his body shook slightly, and he muttered in his heart: "What are you crazy about." ”

Of course, Han Xian must not have thought wrong, the corpse group went completely crazy.

As soon as Uncle Ao's body fell into the corpses, he didn't even leave any slag, and the knife that still carried Han Xian's residual warmth also followed in the footsteps of his master.

The sound of grinding muscles and bones and chewing the sound of soldiers made Han Xiandu stand a little stunned.

And at this moment, the blood on his chest dripped down and fell on the skull at the bottom of his feet, and his distracted face suddenly became cold, and one hand actually forcibly grabbed his ankle.

The tearing force was suddenly surging, his body shook, Han Xian's face was evil, how dare he go to the ground, a pair of feet stood still, and since he didn't want to fall off the altar, his people decided to subvert the altar.

Undoubtedly, the head stained with Han Xian's blood became a tonic in the eyes of the corpses, and for a while, the teeth on the soles of the feet collided, and the gurgling sound was endless.

If Han Xian is still in a daze with him now, then wait for death.

There is no doubt that I still want to live.

Dao Li vomited wildly and successfully broke away from the enthusiastic arm, and how dare he stop under his feet, he jumped hard, jumping more than half of the distance that originally required three jumps.

But the remaining half did make Han Xian sad.

There is no head in front of him that can be landed, that is, a wall composed of heroes, forcibly blocking his way to the other side of Ansheng.

"Whew~~"

Han Xian took a hard breath of fishy air, which was disgusting to the greed in his heart and fear of death, he didn't want to be their fertilizer, so he could only fight desperately, what about the wall, I would break it myself.

"Bang~~~"

The Imperial Seal Holy Light was mixed with the gift of the red line and the power of the starlight, and smashed it on the wall blocking its own progress, how thick was it, and how strong was Han Xian's strength, and who was strong and who was weak?

How can the madness of one man be compared to the madness of many corpses.

Although there was a lot of minced meat broken under Han Xian's fist, and the wall that was blocked was also violently shaken, although the shaking was indeed not broken, it was still horizontal in front of him.

However, Han Xian should still be glad, although his fist did not break through the road, but at least he won a foothold for his body.

Under his feet is not the ground of Pingchuan, but the remains of cold corpses.

Han Xianyi didn't care what was under his feet, before his feet landed, his fist was swung out, and this was already the place where the last fighting fist went, and it would definitely be accompanied by a crippled body.

"Bang~~"

Han Xian smashed the cold corpse to the ground with one punch, and his feet moved again and again, and those who could still move made up for it, and he also kicked one point higher.

"Hiss~~"

There is another pain in the back, is your rough skin and thick meat blocking it?

Now people don't think about it, the only thing to do is to swing their fists in despair, and immediately step on it every time they knock down one, since the road ahead is blocked, since they can't smash it, then build a high platform and turn over it.

At this moment, Han Xian's eyes have been closed, and he doesn't need to look at the road ahead, his heart has already determined the direction.

The originally exhausted people forgot their tired nerves, and they forgot about their numb fists, and the high platform got higher and higher, and Han Xian's own fist did not have a piece of good meat.

Slowly, the person who closed his eyes even breathed calmly, which was definitely not death, but because of the fist and sinking into his own self-forgetfulness.

In the bright morning, the boy and the resolute boy shook his fist again and again at the slowly rising sun, and the sweat was driven by the fist again and again, sprinkled into the soil around him.

In the dream, he is a resolute young man, and Han Xian in Weishan is also resolute, but Han Xian's sweat has long been exhausted here and now, and his fists are indeed blood.

And the flying blood made the crazy cold corpse more anxious and more tenacious, and the wall blocking in front of Han Xian was indeed stronger.

But at this moment, Han Xian didn't know the blood flying on his arm fist, and only knew that his resolute self sprinkled sweat into the hot land, and Han Xian, who sank into selflessness, didn't know how thick the wall in front of him was, and he just waved his fist out again and again in his dream.

How high did the sun rise, and how high was the remnant of Han Xian's feet?

Although the sweaty young man reflected the light and heat of the sun in his face, he didn't care about him when he shook his fist, and the fist in the sun was more like trying to break the sun.

"Whew~~"

The fist was swung out again, and it actually drove a trace of wind, and just above the fist, there was a more obscure trace of unique energy, like the power of a whirlpool.

A look of joy flashed on Han Xian's face, this must be a good start, and he was striving for perfection, his fists kept waving, and the whirlpool energy became more and more obvious, and it became stronger and stronger.

And at this moment, Han Xian's fist swung out again, and even the sunlight under the fist was moved, and the air was stirred together with Han Xian's sweat.

"Poof~. ”

With a soft sound, Han Xian, who had sunk into self-forgetfulness, suddenly woke up, and when he looked at it, it was still a dark wall, but this time it was indeed different from before.

It's thicker, and it's stronger.

A smile actually appeared slightly on his face, and his feet moved slightly, and the invisible energy flowed out impressively, and suddenly frightened those cold corpses who were eager to bite.

The Star Map Dao Tree trembled and moved, although the star was already dim, it was still squeezed out by Han Xian and fused with the Dao power on his fist.

Han Xian's face suddenly turned cold, and he roared in his mouth: "Break it for me." ”

There was a trace of yellow and scorching brilliance on the abrupt fist, and a trace of palpitating power flowed out, and the light of the imperial seal and the power of the red line accompanied Han Xian's fist, and it was facing the same wall of heroic corpses that could not be broken before.

"Bang~~"

The star power stirred the Dao power and mixed with the power of the Emperor Seal Holy Light and the blessing of the red line, this time they were not fighting separately, but perfectly blended, and their fists fell on the corpse wall, and a small vortex suddenly appeared.

The whirlpool moved slowly, and a scorching air flowed out, and the hero's body was strangled into pieces by the whirlpool, and even turned into ashes by the scorching force.

And the place of peace appeared in front of Han Xian again, a smile appeared on his face, and he sighed leisurely in his heart: "There is no road that I can't break!"

Is that really the case?

This wall of heroes must be laughing.

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