"I have long wanted to kill you four miscellaneous people, and I will sacrifice the innocent people of Luosicheng!" Hong Hanshu was excited to fight. He immediately stepped forward when he lifted the hook, but he saw the four people smiling gloomy at the same time. The core man gently shook his fan and said first: "Who will sacrifice the innocent people of Zhongxing Mansion?" He pirated open the wound that Hanshu had never healed before!

The man held the folding fan in his hand and waved it lightly inside, but suddenly he opened his face and started a war while talking and laughing. In an instant, he attacked him with strong force and could show his shape, just like a wind demon swaying his teeth and claws. When he took this move, the bystanders felt that his face was like a knife cut. He thought that the frontal attack would be too tight. He was not as good as sighing, and he found that his connotation was vicious. It turned out that the fan was still covered with poisonous sand, one dark and one bright, and the opponent had no way to go. The situation was extremely fierce.

If the person who was recruited was not Hong Hanshu, I was afraid he had died thousands of times, but because of that, the master of Hongshan, letting you come over the city, and teaching you to disperse the romantic clouds--

Hong Hanshu rolled his right hand with a horizontal hook, and he rushed forward in an instant, while rushing forward, while embracing the wind and sand. The hook was domineering, who else could do anything else? He was determined in one move and was stern and ruthless, and he was ruthless in his slightest response to the enemy.

The first person was defeated by several steps and won the second person with a stick to suppress it. The master who was said to be able to carry a tripod weighed at least 200 kilograms in his hand. He waved it from all directions like a huge rock falling, and he smashed and beat Hong Hanshu with his hook.

Hanshu pulled over the left hook, quickly hit the stick, and easily resolved the brute force, and easily turned the defense into an offensive.

The stick is slightly lagging behind, and the fan is promptly remediated. It seems to be covered from top to bottom, but it suddenly changes. If it is lifted from left to right, the virtual and real evolution is so easy, and the superb moves cannot be underestimated. Moreover, it is obviously the wind created by the fan, with a sharp edge, which can cut gold and cut jade.

Because he is Hong Hanshu. Although they spoke coldly, no one was negligent in martial arts. At this moment, it was like a chant. It was also obvious that their martial arts were excellent and could be circulated in the world. If Wanyan Zhan among the twelve souls compared the martial arts level of the Kunlun Sword Sect, then the four Tatar masters were obviously all Wanyan's aura above the mountain. Even the one who fan could reach the level of Qin Lion. Although this lineup, although only two people started, could fully attack Hong Hanshu in normal state.

That’s right, after just two rounds, the battle reached the point where it was hot!

The two fans are fighting faster and faster, and the strong wind swept the air everywhere, which shows how strong the internal strength is. Hanshu uses both hooks on both sides and left, and has long since swept it into a heat wave. It seems that a fireball is picked up by him, controlling the wheels as if flying, and the Mars are like rain, and the attacks are all thunderstorms.

The height is immediately visible, no matter how heavy it is as sharp as a staff, it will be swallowed by the fire from the hook once it is touched, and all the moves are gone, and he is completely wiped out!

This feeling of grief, anger, aloofness, this desire to fight bravely and ruthlessly. This is a sense of despicability!

Gradually, Hong Hanshu's figure could no longer be seen in the battle situation. It was because he could not see clearly that he could not see the completeness. The only thing that crossed the night sky was the sharp whistling wind, the fire splashed by meteors, and the light that captured the soul and chased the life... It should be 70% or 80% of the force, and Yin'er's heart would inevitably hurt. The Yin-Yang Lock was completely looking at Hong Hanshu. He was pulling with force when he was used, and he deteriorated when he was blowing. Now, there was a turmoil between the two.

A faintly. The onlookers noticed a number of hot true energy that had never been seen before. They emanated from Han Shu's body from time to time, flowing away from the wild horses, and rushing like fire. I don't know that the internal strength of the two fans and rods was thousands of times stronger... Although for him, it didn't matter if he had too much strength and it didn't matter if he lost a little, for them, there was no more. It was already a torment of burning body like a purgatory.

Say

The desert wind blows the sand in the wilderness under your feet. In an instant, the whole world seemed to be awakened. Not only was the light burning brightly and dazzlingly by the fire, but the dust suddenly began to become life-like. They rose and gradually spread, rippling and wandering, sparse and suspended, never falling, never rising again, and everyone and things were shrouded in this hazy white layer.

Under this smog, I don’t know which world or me is true? Which is a mirage...?

I heard a sound of brushing and broke the deadlock. A rope went straight down to the direction of the fire from the hook. Although the dust and sand had not changed, it almost circumvented the fire from the hook and affected the battle situation.

"Kill this person immediately and avenge General Yin!" The Scouter was obviously more impatient than the others, and he couldn't catch him for a long time and never wanted to wait. As soon as he finished speaking, all the Tatar masters, whether they were open or hidden before, rushed over and were ordered to block the place. In a moment, Hong Hanshu and the other four were surrounded.

It’s a pity that this place is not the battlefield with strong armor and strength. Hong Hanshu is the Tatar army’s fear and fear, and they are also the ones who can get rid of it. The destiny of heaven teaches them to meet him here, and they are isolated and helpless, and are fighting against the masses. Although they save a lot of thoughts of removing him from the battlefield, they inevitably break their dream of killing him from the battlefield.

Taking advantage of Hong Hanshu's double hooks being hooked by iron cables and then being disturbed by flying rings, the Tatar masters fought against him at the same time, instantly, the hammer was attacking high, the halberd was spinning low, the sword was dancing, and the gun burst quickly. After singing, the other side came on stage, all greeted Hong Hanshu. Although the vision was crisscrossed, it firmly rushed towards the only core.

The hatred is sharp, the thoughts of fighting are surging, and the sound of weapons is intense. It comes from the same type of people, but it is another country. It is a pity that Han Shu has become enemies in these few months, and he has become enemies, and he has become enemies.

Han Shuyuan is more hatred and more warlike than them, but can't he hear them mocking him, why do you hate us? Why do you fight with us? Are you also a vicious thief who killed Xixia!?

They mocked him that he, who was supposed to defend Xixia, massacred Xixia, and even more ruthless than them. They wanted to deprive him of the qualification to fight for Xixia this time. They originally expected him to be unable to stand up and be defeated by them from body to heart. As expected, they were good at making plans. With the large number of people and strong troops, they were about to knock him down Hong Hanshu...

When Wan Jun was fighting down, from gathering to oppression, it seemed that the rhythm was deliberately slowed down for a century. Hong Hanshu was suppressed strongly and had to bend down and bend down in front of him, and was pressed with thousands of swords and blades. It was as if he saw everyone, including these people, the Western Xia Tatar Jurchens and Song, all over the world held public opinion to guide him, forced him to surrender, compromise, and surrender.

"Impossible!!!" I want me to surrender, compromise, admit defeat, and accept my sins?! Don't you know that these four words have never been in Hong Hanshu's dictionary! Even if your fate has always been mean to me, and I have imposed countless crimes that do not belong to me along the way, when did I bow my head?! The emotions were so tense that I finally rebounded, and the long-suppressed heart fire broke out, and such an angry battle cry.

All the pressure was overwhelming. Who fell down when he turned around?! After the roar fell, he gathered energy around him, and straightened his waist and repelled a fatal blow. The hot aperture suddenly rose up against the current, and directly dismembered the branches and leaves that had originally blocked him like a magma eruption.

Those arrogant enemies were wiped out in a blink of an eye, incredibly simple and unparalleled. The people were not like humans in the loud noise of the sky. They were all dust that he brushed out. What else was talking about pestering him, and they couldn't reach him.

The crowd was in the air and the scattered appearance of everyone stopped in his eyes for a century. He sneered, as if saying, "Sorry, I'm going to destroy it again."

Will he be afraid of these so-called masters? A joke, he is not even afraid of heaven! What is the point of this numb heaven worth fearing!

Shun

I don’t know if it was because the inner demon was touched or because the Tatar army’s combat power was far stronger than that of Xixia, but his strength at this moment was the largest last time when he used the Kunlun Nine Swords. The critical point of being entangled with the demon...

If the bloody battle in the palace is caused by being stimulated, the battle with the Kunlun School is the reason for martial arts. This time, it is obvious that both are both, but the two are not so excessive. Yin'er gradually realized that Han Shu's conditions for becoming a demon are becoming less and less harsh, and more... Just like the one who is in the middle, just the one who is in the middle. Han Shu's inner thoughts are in the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Yin'er's wrists were tightening again, and there were Tatar soldiers who were injured and repelled. They thought of using them to threaten Hanshu to stop. There was no other way, because the staff, ropes and rings were defeated at this moment, and only the fans were left alone and could not stumble. They were unwilling to stalemate to attract the Xixia army nearby to come here. The best way was naturally to hijack them...

"Don't come here!" Yin'er had never been as afraid of death and being kidnapped like today, so she could only grit her teeth and bite her teeth. She raised her sword to meet these ill-intentioned Tatar soldiers. While picking them up, her wrists were locking tighter and tighter uncontrollably. So she was traveling through the sword light and shadow while her strength was passing faster.

The bloody battle of Xixia, which caused a storm in the city, wasn’t it because she was in danger that she had inspired him to be possessed? But these Tatar soldiers didn’t know that she was the dead wife of the national master!

I let out a slight cry behind me. It turned out that someone had already broken through Yin'er's defense line and easily captured Hongying. Yin'er was shocked and turned around and chased him with a sword, and split the man several steps. As soon as she reached Hongying's side, a knife sounded from behind Huiru. Yin'er's sword suddenly lifted up quickly, and with a sound of wind, snow and moon, it directly cut the sharp knife. What seemed to be impossible - she was obviously far away from Huiru, and she changed her moves, power calls, and body displacement should be time-consuming than the sword-giver. What exactly made her earlier than the sword-giver when she reached Huiru!

The Tatar soldiers were all amazed. The woman's movements were like this, with her moves, her power calls, and her body displacements were so fast that she could hardly be captured! Not only was she fast, but she was also tough, saying that she wanted you to break, but you had to break even if you kept going!

Seeing that it was a master, the Tatar soldiers surrounded him. The bullying of the weak was completely exacerbated to dissatisfaction with the master. Suddenly, the martial arts were strong, far superior to the Xixia Yipintang. Yin'er endured the severe pain and was about to fight again. Fang Yi looked up but saw that the night of Yongyue seemed to have thousands of arrows, pouring down like stars and rain, and the endless dangerous fragments were all rolling towards her. Hongying and Huiru, the core of the core was falling, and Xiyin was raised and she was about to use the Cang sword technique. When she was panicked, she felt a sense of timidity:

She didn't know how to fight against the crisis like never before!

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a sword sound suddenly came from the slanting road, and the familiarity made her think about returning to the Longshan Military Camp, sitting in a wheelchair to discuss and quarrel...

There is no need to look back to confirm that the sword technique, wind power, and the center of gravity are all pointing to that person, "Sun Jixiao!"

Two more swords came in a short while, but it was hard to know whether it was a friend or an enemy - Kunlun Nine Swords... Yin'eryuan was still wondering why they arrived at the same time as Sun Jixiao. He wanted to ask if you were here to help or be accomplices, but suddenly his throat seemed to be tightened. He couldn't speak and his eyes were full of tears but he was unable to flow out. He could only escape the sword in this painful torture, struggled, and fell to the ground exhausted-

Fortunately, three sharp swords arrived at the rescue station in a critical moment, but at the same time, Yin'er was exhausted. You can imagine what happened, but how could you have the time to think about it? At that moment, everyone seemed to be frozen in place, as if they were being pulled away from their souls...

When I come back to my senses, I am still in that era and in that place!

Say

It was no longer the quiet desert that was originally stagnant. It was artificially given a new definition. The rolling heat waves surged forward and upward, lifting up piles of sand, uncovering them layer by layer, pushing them far and closer, tossing and turning. Crazy, disorder, sinful! The soles of the feet were trembling, and the boundless desert started to shake the crust from the lowest point!

It was no longer the sad twelve years of Tianqing in Xixia, but the strong winds were converging and sandstorms were rising. It seemed that there were countless statues, murals and cities full of holes, with historical marks, and they were faintly seen before them. Because the entire desert was raised, and then scattered because the entire desert fell...

The air was drained, the lake was sucked, the lightning was mixed, the sky and the earth were dark, and the world was filled with chaos until the end. Only the wind and sand were rampant, and the space was still boundless. Time was endless.

A moment ago, no, it was another time and space a long time ago. What exactly happened to cause this shocking change?

It was the man in red. He swung the hook for the rescue in the direction of his loved one...

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

What's the point of all the fight that happened just now? Under his hook, the world can live as thin as paper.

The turmoil is far from over. Careful people will find that this is not the most dangerous time. On the contrary, it is just brewing now - the red surface of the desert seems to be burning.

Burn out highs and lows, burn out ups and downs, burn out peaks and valleys... This kind of vision was unprecedented, and everyone was still half-believing and half-doubted. A strange and sharp hissing sound was like the surface was torn apart. A fire suddenly burst out from the deep pit, mixed with countless blood, spreading and rotating frantically, like a pool of blood, and was about to explode with a accumulated thinness...

Where did you get blood? I realized that at some point more than half of the people were missing around me!

Like the desert fire coming from hell, the prairie fire is endless and lasting for a long time, just like the demons in Hong Hanshu's eyes at this moment.

And although they found out that although they realized it one after another, they stayed there, wondering whether to hide - how to hide? Or were they expecting it with the mentality of luck, and it was wrong to expect them?

Finally, the scene that everyone could predict but did not want to see happened irresistibly: in an instant, the wind and fire began to spin at the highest intensity and speed, stirring up hundreds of hectares of hot yellow sand, creating violent vortexes, swallowing them without saying a word...

"Ah..." I couldn't think of whether this was an earthquake, a volcano, a dragon hanging or a sandstorm. All the people who were still alive were still running for their lives as if they were crazy. However, how could they escape in this desert world? Almost everyone was dragged down by the invisible hand stretched out from their feet!

Everyone was roaring in fear. It turned out that the roar of people when they were afraid was much louder than when they were angry, but the more they roared, the more they were wasted their energy when they escaped. How could they overcome the fear of dying if they didn't roar!

Only that person did not escape or roar. The man stood in the various collapses all over the sky and the earth with a happy smile of satisfaction and appreciation. His internal strength was so strong that the desert could not swallow him. His voice was so loud that it covered the tiny shouts of these people crawling under his feet.

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

He never ran away like he used to be crazy and said, "Don't die."

But after two stages of suspicion and panic in the Tatar soldiers

Waiting for the quicksand to quickly submerge the soldiers and horses, cold and without mercy

He never woke up from beginning to end

Screaming and dancing

Like a wolf, like a lion, like a tiger

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

All the corpses were gone in an instant

There were only more than a hundred Tatars who were punished by this heaven, but there were innocent Xixia soldiers who rushed to hear the news. They were obviously following Sun Jixia and Kunlun Nine Swords, but they were all hit by the crazy and demonized desert, crushed, and had no corpses or buried alive on the spot.

Say

The night is coming completely, and the desert returns to death.

It turns out that this world is really completely black.

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

There is nothing else in the world, except darkness and death, only him.

Until a long time later, the haze disappeared and the sky was shining again, but it was still as bright and gorgeous as before? No, maybe in his eyes, it was still brilliant and gorgeous.

After the doomsday, after another century, there were finally tenacious and undead waking up from this catastrophe one after another and struggling to climb out.

He was like a child who had never seen the world, waiting and looking at these unkempt faces in a daze. When they saw him, they suddenly lost their voices and their movements were all messed up.

In addition to screams and screams, there are also some, faint, sad, anxious, mixed in the ears, just like the following:

"General!"

"Don't forget Khan's instructions, live and go back alive!"

"Three sisters!"

"Brother! I've been looking for you!"

"Leader, leader, wake up..."

Many separations of life and death, various countries and languages

The living and dead, the terrified and there was no time to be horrified, all thanks to him and he had no feeling at all.

Because he is indeed not an individual now, but a beast, he looks at the world as if he first met him.

When he was wielding his hook to save the game, Hanshu had no choice but to save Yin'er and Hongying, so he would rather ignore himself than to "death".

Now that he was dead, the monster in his heart became the dominant one. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!