"I wanted to slash the four of you and sacrifice the thousands of innocents in Sicheng!" Hong Hanshu was excited, and he immediately stepped forward, but he saw that the four of them smiled gloomily at the same time, and the core person gently shook his fan and said first: "Then the thousands of innocents in Zhongxing Mansion, who sacrifices?" Viciously tore open the wound that Hanshu had never healed!

The man holding the folding fan was supposed to shake it inward, but suddenly he opened outward, and changed his face to start a war while talking and laughing. In an instant, it attacked with great strength, and it was able to show its shape, like a wind demon opening its teeth and dancing claws. This move was impressively shot, and the onlookers felt that their faces were like knives, but they could imagine how tight they would be under the frontal blow. It's not enough to sigh at the domineering, but he also shows that his connotation is vicious, it turns out that the fan is still wrapped in poisonous sand, one dark and one bright two-way kill, the opponent has no way out, and the fierceness of the situation is not trivial.

If the person who received the invitation was not Hong Hanshu, I was afraid that he would have died thousands of times, but because that was the master of Hongshan who was hooked deep and far-reaching-let your black clouds overwhelm the city, and teach you to disperse -

Hong Hanshu hooked his right hand horizontally, and sixty percent of his strength rushed to it in an instant, while rushing to kill and move forward, while encompassing the wind and sand, hooking and domineering, who else would be me, cut to the point in one move, and pay tribute to the enemy a hundred times tighter.

Repelling the first number of steps, winning the second person to hold a staff to press, it is said that the master who can carry the cane, the cane in his hand is less than 200 pounds, and he waved it in all directions like a boulder falling, and all of them smashed towards Hong Hanshu and the people with hooks.

Hanshu's left hook flipped over, and he struck the staff quickly, resolving the brute force with ease, and easily turning the defense into an attack.

The staff is slightly behind, so that the fan can remedy in time, it seems to be covered from top to bottom, but the ground is swept away, replaced by left to right, the evolution of the virtual and real is so light, the exquisite moves should not be underestimated;

Because he is Hong Hanshu. Although their words are cold, no one is slacking off in martial arts, and at this moment, they are like a chant, and they can also see that their martial arts are good enough to dominate the world. If you compare the martial arts level of the Kunlun Sword Sect with the Wanyan Zhan in the Twelve Yuan Gods, then these four Tatar heroes are obviously all above the level of Wanyan Qi. Even the one who made the fan seem to be able to reach the level of Qin Lion, this kind of lineup, although it is only two people, can completely attack Hong Hanshu who is in a normal state.

That's right, it's only two back and forth, and the battle is white-hot!

The two of them hit faster and faster, and the strong wind swept the air in all directions, and the strength of the internal strength can be seen, and the combination of Hanshu double hooks on the left and right has already been waved as a heat wave. It was as if a fireball was brought by him, manipulating it to rotate like flying, sparks like rain wherever it passed, and the offensive was full of wind and thunderstorms.

Immediately appearing, no matter how heavy and heavy as a staff is as sharp as a fan, once touched, it will be swallowed by fire from the hook, and every qiē move will be reduced to nothing, completely written off by him!

This sadness and loneliness, this heart of courage and ruthlessness. This is the meaning of emptiness!

Gradually, Hong Hanshu's figure was no longer visible in the battle. It is because it is not clear that it is impossible to see the whole, and the night sky is crossed by the fierce howling wind, the fire sprayed by meteors, and the light of soul-snatching...... It should be seven or eight percent strength, Yin'er's heart will inevitably hurt. The yin and yang lock completely depends on Hong Hanshu, pulling as soon as he moves force, and worsens as soon as he blows out, and now, he is in turmoil between the two.

Vague. Everyone in the audience was aware of a number of scorching true qi that they had never had before, and they scattered and flowed from Han Shu's body from time to time, freeing themselves from the wild horses, and slamming their faces like fire, and they did not know that the internal force of the two was thousands of times stronger than that of the fan staff...... Although for him, there is too much strength, and it doesn't matter if he loses a little, for them, he really can't do any more, it is already purgatory, burning his body.

Hunting desert wind, blowing the wasteland under their feet. Suddenly the whole world seemed to wake up, not only the light was burned bright and dazzling by the fire hook, the dust and sand suddenly began to become alive, they, enchanting rising and gradually diffuse, rippling and wandering, sparsely suspended, never falling, never rising again, everyone and everything, all shrouded in this hazy layer of white.

Under this haze, I don't know which of the world is true and which is me, and which is the ...... of a mirage?

Hearing a sound of brushing to break the deadlock, a rope went down in the air and went straight to the direction of the hook, although it did not change the momentum of the dust and sand, but it almost affected the battle situation around the biased fire from the hook.

"Immediately stab this person and avenge General Yin!" The envoy was obviously more anxious than the others, and he didn't want to wait for a long time. As soon as he gave the order, all the Tatar masters, whether they were overt or covert, rushed in and were ordered to seal off this place, and in a moment they surrounded Hong Hanshu and the four of them.

It's a pity that this place is not the battlefield of the iron-clad majesty - Hong Hanshu is the awe and jealousy of the whole Tatar army, and it is also their destiny to teach them to be here, and when he meets him alone, he is outnumbered. Although it saved a lot of thoughts about removing him from the battlefield, it inevitably shattered their dream of killing him on the battlefield.

Taking advantage of Hong Hanshu's double hook being hooked by the iron cable and then being disturbed by the flying ring, the Tatar masters shot at the same time to fight him, and instantly hammered high attack, halberd low spin, knife dance, gun burst, this side sang and the other side appeared, all greeted by Hong Hanshu's side, although the vision was criss-crossed, but firmly impacted to the only core.

The hatred is sharp, the war thoughts are surging, the sound of the blades is agitated, from the same kind of people, but it is another country - it is a pity that in just a few months, Hanshu has become an enemy of the enemy, a relative of the enemy, and a benefactor.

Han Shuyuan is more hateful and warlike than them, but can't you hear them sarcastic, why do you hate us? Why do you fight with us? Aren't you yourself a murderer and rebel thief who killed Western Xia!?

They ridiculed that he who was supposed to defend the Western Xia slaughtered the Western Xia, and slaughtered him more fiercely than them; they wanted to deprive him of the qualification to fight for the Western Xia, and they expected him to be untenable and then defeated by them from body to heart......

When Wan Jun's strength poured down, from gathering to oppression, it seemed that the rhythm had been deliberately slowed down for a century, Hong Hanshu was strongly suppressed and had to bend down and fall in front of him with a thousand blades, as if, seeing everyone, including these people, the Western Xia Tatar Jurchens and the Song Dynasty, all over the world held public opinion to guide him and persecute him, asking him to surrender, asking him to compromise, asking him to admit defeat, and asking him to admit his guilt-

"Impossible!! "want me to surrender, compromise, admit defeat, and admit guilt"! Don't you know that Hong Hanshu's dictionary has never had these four words! Even if your fate has always been mean to me, and you have imposed countless charges along the way that do not belong to me, when have I ever bowed my head?

All the pressure is overwhelming. The roar fell, and after he had gathered the energy around him, he straightened his waist and repulsed the fatal blow—the blazing aperture suddenly rose upstream, soaring into the sky, directly dismembering the branches and leaves that had blocked him like a magma spray.

Those arrogant captives disappeared in the blink of an eye, incredibly simple and incomparably magnificent. People don't look like people in the loud noise. It's all dust that he has whisked out. What is still pestering him, it is not enough for him.

The appearance of everyone falling from mid-air also stopped in his eyes for a century, and he sneered, as if to say, I'm sorry, I'm ruined again.

Will he be afraid of these so-called masters? Jokes, he is not even afraid of the sky! What is there to be afraid of in this insensitive sky!

I don't know if it's because the heart demon was touched, or because the Tatar army's combat power is far stronger than that of Western Xia, the strength of his hook at this moment seems to be the biggest against the Kunlun Nine Swords last time. The Critical ...... of Enchantment

If the bloody battle in the palace was stimulated, and the battle with the Kunlun faction was the reason for martial arts, this time the demon was obviously both, but the two were not so excessive. Yin'er also gradually realized that the conditions for Han Shu's enchantment were becoming less and less harsh, and more and more ...... It's the same in the middle, the one in the middle. The arms of the beast within.

At this moment, Yin'er's wrists were already tightening again, and there were Tatar soldiers who were wounded and repulsed. Thinking of using them to threaten Han Shu to stop. There is no other way, because at this moment, the staff, rope, and ring have all been defeated, and only the fan is left alone, and they do not want to stalemate to attract the nearby Western Xia army here, and the best way is naturally to kidnap them......

"Don't come here!" Yin'er has never been so afraid of death and being hijacked as she is today, so she can only grit her teeth and bite the bullet. Raising her sword to meet the ill-intentioned group of Tartars, she took them down while her wrists tightened uncontrollably, so that her strength flowed faster as she shuttled between the swords and the shadows of the sword.

The bloody battle in Xixia that caused a storm in the city, and the death of so many innocent people was not because she was in danger to provoke him into the devil, but. These Tatar soldiers, they don't know that she is the dead Mrs. of the national teacher!

Leng Buwei snorted behind him, it turned out that someone had broken through Yin'er's defense line, and caught the red cherry blossom lightly, Yin'er turned around in surprise and chased after it with a sword, and forcibly split the person a few steps, as soon as he arrived at the side of the red cherry, Huiru heard the sound of a knife behind him, Yin'er's sword was suddenly raised, and the wind and snow moon were swiped, and the sharp knife was directly cut off, which seemed impossible - she was obviously farther away from Huiru, from the move conversion, the call of strength, The displacement of her body should be more time-consuming than that of the sword-wielder, what is it that makes her arrive at Huiru earlier than the sword-wielder!

The Tatar soldiers were all amazed, this woman's movements were so smooth in one go, the change of moves, the invocation of strength, and the displacement of her body were so fast that they could hardly be captured! Not only fast, but also tough, saying that if you want to break, you will have to break it constantly!

Seeing that it was a master, the Tatar soldiers surrounded it together, the original bullying of the weak, completely rose to the disobedience to the master, and suddenly attacked together, the strength of martial arts was far better than that of Xixia Yipintang, Yin'er endured severe pain and was waiting to fight again, Fang Yi looked up and saw that there seemed to be ten thousand arrows in this eternal night, pouring like stars and rain, and the boundless sinister fragments all fell towards her, Hongying and Huiru, and they all fell towards the core of her, Hongying and Huiru, and raised Xiyin to be about to perform some swordsmanship, and his heart panicked and suddenly a sense of timidity:

In the face of an unprecedented crisis, she doesn't know how to fight!

Fortunately, at the critical juncture, a sword roar suddenly sounded on the slope, and she was so familiar that she thought about returning to the Longshan military camp and sitting in a wheelchair to fight and fight......

There is no need to look back to confirm that the swordsmanship, wind power, and the center of gravity all point to that person as "Sun Jixiao!"

In less than half a moment, two more swords came, but it was difficult to know whether they were friends or enemies - Kunlun Nine Swords...... Yin'er was still wondering how they arrived at the same time as Sun Jixiao, and wanted to ask if you were here to help or to be an accomplice, but suddenly her throat seemed to be strangled tightly, and her eyes were full of tears before she could speak, but she couldn't flow out, so she could only get rid of the long sword in this painful torment, struggle, and fall to the ground from exhaustion—

Fortunately, at the moment of crisis, three sharp swords rushed to the rescue, but at the same time, Yin'er's spirit was exhausted, you can imagine what happened, but how can you have time to think about it? At that moment, everyone seemed to freeze in place, as if they had been drained from their souls......

When I come back to my senses, it's still that era, and it's still that place!

It was no longer the quiet, sleepy desert that had been stagnant. It has been artificially redefined, and the rolling heat wave surges forward and upward, lifting the piles of sand, uncovering layer by layer, pushing farther and closer, turning over and over. Madness, disorder, and sin! The soles of the feet tremble, and the boundless desert is shaking from the lowest crust!

It was no longer the sad twelfth year of Tianqing in Western Xia, but the wind was rolling up, and the sand and dust were rising, as if there were thousands of statues, murals and cities, with the marks of history looming in front of them. Because the whole desert was lifted up, and because the whole desert fell, it was scattered......

The air was drained, the lakes were sucked, the thunder and lightning were combined, the sky was dark, and the world was in chaos at the end, only to see the wind and sand raging wildly, and the space was still boundless. Time is endless.

A moment ago, no, it was a long time ago in another plane and plane, what happened to cause this earth-shattering upheaval?

It was the man in red. In the direction of his loved ones, the hook that was swung to save the game......

A throw and the universe moves, the sun and the moon turn, and the mountains and rivers break!

Under his hook, heaven and earth can be thinner than paper.

The turmoil is far from over. The careful will see that this is not the most dangerous time, on the contrary, it is only brewing - the reddish surface of the desert seems to be on fire.

Burn out high and low. Burn out the ups and downs, burn out the peaks and valleys...... This kind of vision has never been seen before, everyone is still half-convinced, a strange and sharp hiss, as if the surface of the earth has been torn apart, and a fire suddenly bursts out of the deep pit, mixed with countless blood gas, spreading and rotating feverishly, like a pool of blood, and it seems that there will be a thick explosion......

Where does the flesh come from? I don't know when more than half of the people around me have been missing!

Like the desert fire from hell, the momentum of the prairie fire, endless, enduring, like the evil in Hong Hanshu's eyes at this moment.

And they, though they are now, although they have realized it one after another, but they stay there, not knowing whether to hide or not—how to hide? Or are they expecting them to be a fluke, and the idea of expecting them is wrong?

Finally, the scene that everyone could predict but never wanted to see was irrepressibly born: in an instant, the wind and fire began to spin with the highest intensity and degree, stirring up hundreds of thousands of tons of hot yellow sand, forming a violent vortex after another, engulfing them inexplicably......

"Ah......h

Everyone is roaring in fear, it turns out that the roar of people when they are afraid is much louder than when they are angry, but the more they roar, the more they waste their energy when they run for their lives, and how to overcome this dying fear without roaring!

Only the man did not flee for his life, did not roar, and the man stood in the midst of all the collapses of the earth with a happy smile of contented appreciation, and the internal force was so strong that the desert could not swallow him, and the voice was so high that it covered the small shouts of the prostrate people at his feet.

Of course, he was not afraid of the quicksand, because the quicksand was caused by him and listened to his instructions.

He never ran to go crazy in time like he used to be, and said that Yin'er didn't want to die

Rather, after going through two phases of the Tatar soldiers' silence and panic

Waiting for the quicksand to completely submerge those soldiers and horses, indifferent and without mercy

He never woke up

Roaring and laughing

Like a wolf, like a lion, like a tiger

The masters of the whole audience, more than half of them died

There were corpses everywhere, and there were nothing in an instant

Originally, only more than a hundred Tatars were punished by this heavenly curse, but there were hundreds of innocent and more Western Xia soldiers who rushed to hear the news, and they obviously came closely following Sun Jixiao and Kunlun Nine Swords, but they were all hit and crushed by the mad desert, and they died without corpses or buried alive on the spot.

Night is complete, and the desert is dead again.

It turns out that there really is no black in this world.

For a long time, for a long time, this bloody road to the grave was only standing for him, Hong Hanshu.

There is nothing else in heaven and earth but darkness and death.

It wasn't until much later that the haze cleared, and the canopy of heaven reappeared as the stars twinkling, but where was it still as bright and gorgeous as before? No, maybe in his eyes, it was still bright and gorgeous.

After the apocalypse, another century passed, and finally one after another, the tenacious and undead woke up from this catastrophe and struggled to crawl out.

He, like a child who had never seen the world, waited and looked at these unkempt faces in a daze, and they, when they saw him, suddenly lost their voices and their movements were all out of order.

In addition to the screams and exclamations, there are others, faint, mournful, eager, mixed with the ears, nothing more than the following:

"General!"

"Don't forget the Khan's entrustment, you want to live, go back alive!"

"Third sister!"

"Big brother, big brother, I've been looking for you!"

"Alliance leader, alliance leader, wake up ......"

There are so many lives and deaths, all kinds of countries and all kinds of languages

The living, the dead, the frightened, the too late to be frightened, all thanks to Him, and he did not feel the slightest.

Because he is indeed not a man now, but a beast, he looks at the world as if he had seen it for the first time.

When he waved the hook to save the game, that Hanshu was forced to save Yin'er and Hongying in order to save Yin'er, so he would rather ignore himself than that he would rather be "dead".

Now that he is dead, the demonic beast in his heart has become dominant. (To be continued......)

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