The cold blade ruthlessly harvested the lives of the soldiers, and blood splashed out from his neck, and blood stained the night sky to watch the domineering arrogance leaked.

The muffled thunder sounded, like the sympathy of the sky, and the anger of the anger. Blood slowly flowed to the ground along the warrior's body, and the yellow-brown earth and stones were washed red and black over and over again.

Warriors fell one by one, and warriors stood up one by one.

The passionate song slowly rang, and the slow motion shots passed by the tough face of each warrior who fell and stood up...

Their eyes are full of passion, they are not afraid of life and death, and they use their lives to build a smooth road ahead!

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The above is just Zhan Zhan’s personal imagination, but the reality is—

Han Feixie directly advanced to the sword god at a critical moment, snatched the sickle of the god of death from the enemy and began to fight the massacre. The battlefield was silent, and the people on Zhan Zhan's side had quieted down, quietly bandaging the wounds, and admired Han Feixie's heroic fighting posture. The Witchcraft Great 6 side was also very quiet, attacking quietly, and falling quietly.

Zhu Wan said: "Have the people in Tongtian Fairyland solved it?"

Zhan Zhan's face suddenly sank, "No."

Zhu Wan said: "They may know that the mountain master is the sword god."

The mysterious veil of Witchcraft 6 is slowly peeling off through constant battles, while the Tongtian Fairyland is still in the fog. If you choose an opponent among them, Zhan Zhan will choose the former without hesitation.

"Maybe……"

Dozens of meteors flashed from all directions unexpectedly, landed on the ground, and exploded one after another.

Zhan Zhan felt his eyes lit up, his head blew, his eardrums were blown by the wind, and his brain mass was stirred into a ball, as if countless voices were buzzing in his ears, but he couldn't hear a word clearly, his limbs gradually became numb, his consciousness was a little blurred and seemed very clear.

He was hit again.

The sober side constantly reminds yourself.

Zhan Zhan opened his mouth and bit his tongue. The tip of his tongue numbed a little. Soon, the perception of the upper body was completely lost, only his legs were moving, and someone was touching his body.

...

Hanba!

He shouted wildly inside, trying hard to open his eyes, but he could only see a chaotic silver white.

After working hard for a long time, his inefficient persistence gradually collapsed his willpower.

He thought: It is no accident that the protagonist in the novel can succeed, and not everyone can stick to the end in repeated failures... Of course, the director's promise to him in advance is also very important.

Despite boarding the Hanba boat, despite having eaten meat with Hanba for a long time, and having his own little adventure, no one can guarantee whether he is the real protagonist.

Perhaps, his fate is still a cannon fodder?

He quickly reflected on himself that humans are really recurrent and changeable, cunning and cowardly creatures. Every time they encounter setbacks, they will start to doubt their lives. They cannot blame the director if they cannot be the protagonist, they can only blame themselves for being unsuccessful.

After the pessimistic and optimistic pros and consorts in their heads fought hard, Zhan Zhan had a little more strength.

There is no encouragement in reality, he encourages himself.

He couldn't hear any songs in his ears, so he played the Volunteer March in his mind.

Go forward, go forward, go forward!

...

The mountains in front of thousands of thousands of 10000 are blocking...climb over...climb over...

The abyss is blocking in front...jump over...jump over...jump over...

Never give up...

Never give up...

we are……

Brave Swordman!

Zhan Zhan couldn't tell whether it was an imaginary hallucination or someone really created such an unpleasant song. Two male voices were singing in his ears, increasing the volume, increasing, increasing...

"It's so noisy."

He opened his eyes unbearably.

The sky is still dark.

The branches and leaves rustled in the cold wind.

He saw his hand holding a sword, holding the other end of the sword in Han Feixie's hand. Han Feixie stared at him in a daze, and his eyes, which seemed very gloomy in the dark night, gradually became radiant.

"Zhan Zhan?" he confirmed carefully.

Zhan Zhan blinked and said, "Han Ba?"

"Zhanzhan..." Han Feixie quickly curled his smile and said, "Don't move."

"Ha?" Zhan Zhan wanted to say that I didn't move, and he didn't even move his mouth that he liked to move much, but he soon realized that he was wrong, Han Ba ​​was right, and his hand was pulling the sword in his hand strangely.

Han Feixie grabbed the other end of the sword tightly, and his eyes swept viciously behind Zhan Zhan.

Zhan Zhan said: "It's not me who is moving."

Han Feixie suddenly let go of the sword, and the sword edge took the opportunity to slash Zhan Zhan's neck. Zhan Zhan's pupils shrank, staring blankly at his right hand that was completely disobedient, with his expression as if he was looking at the victim who killed his murderer.

With one hand, he hit the sword out at the critical moment. When Zhan Zhan saw Han Feixie's chest, he only had a sentence left in his mind: It's a trick.

Han Feixie hugged Zhan Zhan and turned backwards.

Zhan Zhan was stunned, not knowing that his hands were pinching Han Feixie's neck hard. If it weren't for the warmth coming from Han Feixie's arms and the cold wind coming from the cold, he would almost suspect that this was just a nightmare.

Zhu Wan, Longqi, Shen Yidiao, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6... familiar faces were killing each other. The insects and medicines were guarding the surroundings like prison heads.

The woods instantly turned into hell.

Han Feixie will only resolve the situation when they encounter a life-and-death danger. It’s not that he doesn’t want to take action, but that he has tried it a few times and found that it’s useless. Even if they tie them up, they have a way to break free. I have to say that the Great Witchcraft 6 inspired their hidden wisdom.

Zhan Zhan pinched Han Feixie's neck and asked, "What are they doing?"

Han Feixie patted his hand and said calmly: "Like you, you are controlled."

"Me? I'm very awake..." He saw his hand and added, "except mine."

Han Feixie said: "Your feet keep kicking me."

Zhan Zhan: "..."

"How did you wake up?" This was the most curious question Han Feixie had. After a flash of light before, everyone outside him had controlled him and began to kill each other. The advantage that he had finally grabbed was gone.

Zhan Zhan chose himself, and as long as he failed to attack, Zhan Zhan would wipe his neck, so that he could only stay by his side and unable to move. Just when he was so depressed that he was about to suffocate, Zhan Zhan woke up... Although his body was still under the control of the other party, he had at least a head that could be negotiated.

"I heard a song..." Zhan Zhan searched for the memories left in his mind of the song, humming softly, "Crawl over and jump over...jump over and jump over..."

Han Feixie said: "Did you listen to nursery rhymes when you were a child?"

"No, I'm sure I didn't have such a painful memory when I was a kid."

...

A mountain with thousands of thousands of kilometers blocked the front, climbed over...climbed over...

The abyss is blocking in front of you, jumping over...jump over...

Songs came again in the wind.

Zhan Zhan said excitedly: "Did you hear it? That's it!"

Han Feixie looked in the direction of the singing.

In an instant, two tall figures appeared in the middle of the woods.

Zhan Zhan quickly calmed down again. No, to be precise, he was frozen from head to limbs to heart.

Han Feixie hugged Zhan Zhan and quietly took a half step back.

The light was very dark around them, and they all prayed that the other party would not notice their direction.

Perhaps their prayers worked, and the two men did not look at them, but slowly landed on the ground and began to sing.

"We are great swordsmen, we are not afraid of danger. The mountains of thousands of 100000 liters are blocking the front and climbing over..."

They sang so focusedly. If the environment wasn't too strange, Zhan Zhan would almost suspect that he accidentally broke into their concert.

"Woo."

"ah……"

The subtle sound of j□j slowly rang out like ripples, starting from a point in the middle, slowly rippling in circles, and soon spreading to the entire battlefield.

Zhan Zhan saw that Zhu Wan had recovered his consciousness first and stopped attacking, followed by Longqi and the others.

"The song is strange." Zhan Zhan grabbed Han Feixie's arm and said.

Han Feixie held his hand in his palm and walked out of the darkness.

Zhan Zhan was surprised to pull him back, but he pulled him out.

The two figures saw him coming out and turned their heads together. The tallest man looked up and down at Han Feixie for several glances before saying, "It turns out that someone really practices the fire yang energy."

Zhan Zhan jumped out and blocked Han Feixie's face and said to them: "I'll agree first. Nowadays, looking for a younger brother is the same as finding a partner. We all care about your love and my will, and we are not allowed to force the robbers of the people."

The taller man shook his head and said, "No, you must grab it."
Chapter completed!