Tang Qiu felt that he would definitely encounter some changes.

An extraordinary change.

She didn't know whether it was evil or bad, but she could always feel the change that was so great, so great, so vast that she could hardly bear it, and it would come one day!

She is afraid of change.

She was more afraid of the change.

Although she is ruthless and poisonous, she sees things and is wrong, and when she hears that the sky is old and the earth is old, she feels that the sea is dry and rotten, and she feels the vicissitudes of the sea, she thinks that it is better to die.

That's so sad.

She doesn't admit that she is a sentimental person, but Tang Qiu sometimes can't help but shed tears when she sees the brilliant colors of the sun going down.

She is afraid of old age.

Therefore, no one is allowed to call her "sister".

She loved the evenings.

In this way, she can be sure that no one will see her true colors, and she is really bad and poisonous enough.

But she couldn't help but feel sad after all.

Like now.

If Yan'er dies here, the ruthless heart will always remember Yan'er, but if she dies, people will only applaud, and no one will be nostalgic.

Tang Qiu didn't think about these back then, after experiencing the defeat back then, as she grew older, her sentimentality became more and more unacceptable.

I don't know when she will come, and she won't be controlled by her, she will come and go suddenly, let Tang Qiu know that she is a flesh and blood person after all.

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She's not "vicious"!

And not "hatred"!

She's human!

Tang Qiu is already sad now, and her mood is beginning to be chaotic, so unconsciously, Tang Qiu has been poisoned, and the poison finally backs her.

Good swimmers drown!

A person who can see through people's hearts, even a psychiatrist who is good at solving psychological problems, often has mental illnesses that are difficult to solve in their hearts.

Even in the Marvel world, the master of spiritual power who can instantly kill all human beings in the world, the bald professor who can get a doctorate in psychology from Harvard at the age of twenty, has countless scars hidden in his heart.

The extremes of things must be reversed, and the fate is called circulation!

Tang Qiu hides countless darkness in his heart, hiding countless viciousness, darkness, ruthlessness, and filth, but at the same time, he is also in the mud, giving birth to a little light.

Yan'er's unintentional words triggered the light in Tang Qiu's heart, so her heart was disturbed, so her secret weapon was slow, so she fell into a crisis.

Of course, Yan'er will not show mercy to her subordinates, and the hidden weapon is rained down, and she has already used a lore.

Flying Locust Halberd!

Flying Ravens from the Fire!

All the hidden weapons carried by Yan'er's body shot out, like peonies blooming, flames soaring into the sky, and like clouds on the horizon, filled with gorgeous colors.

Tang Qiu couldn't help but continue to be sad!

She is used to the night, but she is very resistant to the night in her heart, so whenever the day and night change, whenever she sees the gorgeous sunset, she will become sad.

The duel between life and death, the fierce and dangerous soldiers, how can there be half a sense of sadness at this time? But she couldn't control it, even if she knew that she would die like this, she was still addicted to the gorgeousness.

Tang Qiu has no way out.

He himself was put in a dead position.

Even Yan'er was surprised, the Tang feud in front of her seemed to be very different from the rumors in the rivers and lakes.

She is not a Manju Sawa who leads people to hell, just a sentimental little woman.

The flower of Huangquan is in crisis, and almost no one will help, but the sentimental little woman often makes people boil and draw a knife to help.

This time is certainly no exception!

Tu Wan ignored the ruthless secret weapon, and shot at Yan'er's head with a flying vertebrae in his hand, using the method of encircling Wei to save Zhao.

But he didn't know that Yan'er had a will to die, so she didn't care about it, and just blindly urged the secret weapon.

Seeing this ruthlessly, he was shocked in his heart, it was too late to fly over to stop him at this moment, he could only use the method used by Tu Wan to blast out and surround Wei to save Zhao.

Big Peacock Soar!

This is the original design of the cloud seat of the craftsman, modeled after the Peacock Feather of Peacock Villa designed by the secret weapon, and the Peacock Feather is the same word, but it is equally gorgeous.

Hundreds of hidden weapons shot out, bursting into flames in mid-air, like a peacock opening the screen, wonderful.

In the face of the ruthless blow, even the iron hand had to retreat, although Tu Wan's martial arts were high, but if he was hit by a strong move, he would have no chance of survival.

It stands to reason that Tu Wan should retire!

But there are so many unreasonable things here today.

It stands to reason that Tang Qiu should not be distracted.

It stands to reason that Yan'er should retreat.

Since neither of them is "logically speaking", then why should Tu Wan "logically speaking"?

Tu Wan didn't retreat, and even his world-famous body protection method "Boiling Cow Divine Skill" didn't prompt it, and all his mental power was above the flying vertebrae.

He couldn't watch Tang Qiu die!

He will do everything to rescue Tang Qiu.

Even if the two of them must die today, he must die before Tang Qiu.

This is the emotion suppressed in his heart, it is an emotion that he has never expressed, and now that it is a matter of life and death, how can Tu Wan continue to suppress it?

So he showed it!

So he broke out without reservation!

"Boom!"

Brilliant colors exploded, followed by a crackling sound like a machine gun, and the entire Shenhou Mansion was surrounded by colorful colors, looking like the Heavenly Palace descending, reflecting like a fairy.

Unfortunately, it is as brilliant as a god, but not so is it for people.

The copper mask on Yan'er's head was shattered by the flying vertebrae, leaving a scar on her forehead and blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Tang Qiu's heart was pierced by a hidden weapon, and all his internal organs were injured, leaving only the physical strength to return to the light.

Tu Wan received a ruthless blow to the big peacock Xiang, and his viscera was already shattered, and there was no sound at all.

Ruthless's face turned pale, and his hands trembled.

Yan'er trembled and said: "My father-in-law left two masks back then, but now they are both broken, it seems that I am destined to be Yan'er, and I can't be a copper-faced guest." ”

Tang Qiu said: "I didn't lose, at least at the last moment of my life, there are still people who remember me." ”

Yan'er said: "This is your luck. ”

Tang Qiu said: "It's a pity that I've never seen this luck before, is this my punishment?" Why am I sentimental again? Tang Qiu is the daughter of a demon, how can a demon be sentimental...... But why can't demons be sentimental, I want to be ......"

Before the words were finished, life dissipated.

There is no resentment, no hatred, the darkness in her heart has dissolved, at least at the last moment of her life, she is the little snow fairy of the past, not Tang Qiu.

……

Zhao Hao and chasing life, Yan Zhao and Iron Hand.

These two pairs of old rivals in the past are now fighting together again, and they are far more fierce than they were at the beginning.

Zhao is so stingy, Yan Zhao is arrogant.

It's easy to understand stinginess, and there are many cautious people in the rivers and lakes, but how do arrogant people survive until now?

Because of Yan Zhao's madness, just because of his arrogance on the outside, his heart is not only very cautious, but also offensive and defensive, leaving no flaws.

The arrogance that people see is because Yan Zhao's shots are all singing and dancing, full of the arrogance and arrogance of the people who are sad and sad in the land of Yan Zhao.

He sings, he sings and dances.

Every time he danced, every time he turned around, the palm knife slashed at the joints of the iron hand, the muscles and bones of the iron hand.

Yan Zhao's martial arts are dedicated to shattering the enemy's joints.

Because he doesn't like to kill.

Yan Zhao has always felt that "killing" an enemy does not necessarily require actually "killing" him.

As long as the opponent is knocked down and there is no way to fight back, then the enemy is no longer called an "enemy", and sometimes it is more effective than actually killing the enemy.

"Killing" the enemy will provoke other enemies to fight to avenge him, and "killing the enemy" makes the enemy lose their way to live, and the only way to fight is to fight bravely and exchange injuries for injuries.

Therefore, beating an enemy to the ground and slumping to the ground is often more terrifying than killing the enemy.

What's more, once he is crippled, his enemies will naturally come to the door, and his enemies will help Yan Zhao solve all the troubles.

But he met an opponent today, or the opponent he chose on his own initiative, Yan Zhao is not Tang Qiu, he lost an iron hand back then, and he must get it back.

This is his hubris.

Yan Zhao's arrogance!

"Iron Hand, do you remember that time?"

"There is no day that I dare to forget."

"Me too!"

"Now, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to finish that fight!"

Yan Zhao's palm knife slashed out again and again, and the iron hand responded with a big banner and wind and cloud palm, both of them were hard bridges and hard horses, and countless ravines had already exploded in an instant.

"Rejoice! Joyfully! I think you've been thinking about it for years, and today you finally got what you wanted! ”

"Your singing and dancing are also unique in the world!"

Yan Zhao is tall, but his dancing is indeed the best in the world, purely in terms of skills, even no less than Gongsun Lan, it is hard to imagine that a tall and strong man has such a wonderful song and dance.

His songs are his tricks.

His dance is his weapon.

His figure resembles a petrel fighting in a storm, which is not only light and elegant, but also has an unyielding fighting spirit and ambition.

Just looking at Yan Zhao's figure and appearance, he should have drunk a lot of wine and eaten meat, charging with a mace.

After seeing his singing and dancing, there was a feeling of embroidering with a mace and carving with a plate axe.

God's hand cracks the coffin!

I haven't seen it for many years, Yan Zhao's sword kung fu has made full progress, if it weren't for the fact that Tie Shou has never slacked off for half a day over the years, I'm afraid he would have already been injured.

True Qi surging like a river in the body turned into an endless force, and the offensive of the iron hand became more and more majestic, and every time it was bombarded, it could counterattack with stronger, more intense, and stronger palm power.

Majestic miraculous!

Consistent miraculous!

The two magic skills of the Freedom Gate have been perfected by the iron hands, and every time they make a shot, they are accompanied by a powerful way, and a pair of iron arms are even more powerful.

Countless people in the rivers and lakes are curious about the iron arm of the iron hand, they don't know how this is made, how can someone temper the arm to such a strong point.

Of course, Yan Zhao was no exception, because he felt that he was a divine hand, how could a divine hand lose to an iron hand?

But he finally lost a trick that year.

Iron Hand's martial arts, wisdom, and temperament, each of which just overpowered him by half a point, and each of them just beat him by a little, so he only failed in the end.

Of course, Yan Zhao will not be convinced, he will not be trapped in defeat and cannot extricate himself, but after standing up, the first thing to do is to find a field with the iron hand.

His qi and blood were surging wildly, and his body was already filled with surging mist, and his majestic figure was hidden in the clouds and mist, making it even more misty.

The iron hand exhaled and spoke, the blood and blood were wolf-smoking, a pair of arms were like iron walls and copper walls, and like thunder for ten miles, no matter how Yan Zhao attacked, he couldn't jump over the thunder pool after all.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

A series of crackling sounds came out far away, and blood overflowed from the corners of Yan Zhao's mouth, but it became more and more arrogant.

"Rejoice! Joyfully! I've never had such a day in my life, Iron Hand, you are indeed the opponent I have been looking for all my life, and it is my honor to be your enemy! ”

"Yan Zhao, you retreat, you have delayed enough time, don't be obsessed anymore!"

"Obsessed? If you can overcome me, I will tell you why I am here today, and tell you a cruel truth! ”

"Boom!"

Yan Zhao Tie's hand bombarded again, and on the other end, Zhao Hao and Chasing Life had already made seventy or eighty moves.

Both sides know the roots, but there is no need to have half a point of temptation, as soon as they make a move, it is a desperate move.

Zhao Hao's "old fist", "young palm", and "red eyes" are amazingly powerful, and the "eleven legs of chasing life" are as fast as lightning.

Chasing shadows, chasing the sun, chasing electricity, chasing the wind, chasing waves, chasing hatred, chasing dreams, chasing regrets, chasing souls......

Chasing a pair of fast legs is as fast as lightning, but it can be full of shadows, like a swift wind swinging grass, and like a wind sweeping the sea building, there are leg shadows in all directions.

In particular, he is light and profound, and the whole person seems to be integrated into the breeze and blends with the breeze.

The wind is everywhere, and the legs of chasing life are naturally everywhere, everywhere, and everywhere!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Hao was hit by three heavy legs, and he also took the opportunity to return two punches.

Zhao Hao will be repaid, and now two fists for three legs, it can be said that he has suffered a big loss, so he naturally wants to get it back, and he pounced, and his fists were like a storm.

Knives, palms, fists, legs!

The four of them bombarded each other frantically within a hundred zhang, and there was no wonderful tricks, only the blood of a hard bridge and a hard horse.

Singing madness, dancing madness, human madness, blood madness!

Yan Zhao made one last turn, and all his life's strength gathered on the edge of his palm, and he waved the palm power of Xiao Tianxing.

The iron hand gathered a consistent divine skill, and the majestic battle spirit was turned into strength, and it was a hard-hitting confrontation.

The banner is in the palm of the wind and clouds - the wind and clouds are remnant!

"Boom!"

The palms of each other slammed, the smoke and dust filled the sky, and the ground under the feet of the two of them collapsed deeply, destroying all of them in a radius of ten zhang.

"Kacha!"

The indestructible arms of the Iron Hand made a cracking sound, apparently traumatized.

For Iron Hand, this is simply more serious than being slapped in the chest, and the injury is even more serious.

"Kacha Kacha!"

Yan Zhao's coffin divine hand, the pair of divine hands that have abolished countless people's joints, the last time to break people's joints!

His own joints!

But it was just one move, and the iron hand tried his best to urge the consistent divine skill, and all the strength of Yan Zhao was hard back, shattering his palm.

The palm has been broken, and the man has been defeated!

Tie Shou said: "I'm going to take you back!" ”

Yan Zhao said: "No need, I'll answer your question now, the reason why I listened to someone's order is because the person behind King Zuowu subdued my master!" ”

Iron Hand exclaimed, "Your master? ”

Yan Zhao said: "Right and wrong, success or failure, the world's first!" ”