Lie Huo Jiao Chou

The unfortunate epee had several tens of catties, not a fluttering fan. Xuan Yuan's hand was sucked on it, and his wrist was forced to roll in one direction, and it was pressed into a very awkward posture, which could not hold it at all.

The black flame rushed towards him, Xuan Yuan had to hide on his side, the sword was caught by several bone-bone claws, and he temporarily retreated.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xuan Yuan said nothing, and turned his face to admit his mistake: "Senior, I just lost my mind just now. I'm a bastard. You see, how about the two of us?"

Sheng Lingyuan has always been gentle and polite, and answered, "Good."

After being "good", the two of them continued to attempt to break swords, and the other continued to pull people back, with a highly consistent soul tacit understanding.

Those bone-bone claws did not know where they came from, nor did they know where they came from. The blood was soaring, and at first glance they were powerful characters. Each of the magical powers is vast and would not have been too focused.

It is a pity that no matter how powerful the fighting power is, they can't help their internal consumption-other pig teammates drag each other's hind legs, called "one plus one is less than two".

The cold black flame soared greedily along the sword, covering Xuanyuan's whole body. At this moment, the black hole that stretched out the bone claw issued a strong gravitational force, and took the goatee, Xuanyuan, and Sheng Lingyuan in the trapped sword. Packed and sucked in.

With a "snap" in place, only one electronic cigarette of Xuan Yuan was dropped.

Luo Cuicui was horrified at the whole process of watching from a close distance. He saw that Xuan Yuan even had a sword and wanted to send it to the bones of his bones. They would n’t be able to answer it. The old father was finally arrested as expected!

What is called "the first soldier", and what is "there is no remorse", Lao Luo feels that he has seen it today. With a green stalk bud swaying in the wind, he crawls up and down to **** the electronics left by Xuan Yuan. Smoke, tears in his eyes, and choked, "This must be a martyr? This must be a martyr!"

"Martyr" Xuan Yuan and his bloodless sword were dragged into the darkness, his feet were empty, and he began to fall straight. The goatee had already rolled his eyes to the back of his head. He held the goatee's collar, and at the same time, the huge wings on his back broke through.

Dazzling flames of light fluttered across the wings, cutting through the dark surroundings.

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned by the wings, and his breathing—if there was still breathing—suddenly stagnated, his eyes stuck to the gorgeous wings, and a sharp sting in his brain seemed to be stabbed with a hammer. He wore his celestial cover and stirred in his brain.

At the same time, Xuan Yuan's ears suddenly disappeared, and all the voices of Sheng Lingyuan suddenly disappeared. Before he was too proud, the epee in his hand suddenly became hot, and the palms came with a burning sensation!

Xuan Yuan did not respond at the beginning. When he was cooking all day, he tried his hand at oil temperature and fire temperature. He had not tasted the "hot" taste and thought that his palm had been broken. Immediately, the sword seemed to have suddenly deteriorated. The density was close to the neutron star, and he suddenly fell down-the sword handle was still sticking to his hand!

The force of falling could not be countered at all. Xuan Yuan was like a moth entangled in a spider's web, and turning his wings into electric fans did not help, he just dragged them down.

He had to greet the eighteenth generation of Sheng Lingyuan's ancestors in his heart, while wrapping his huge wings on his body, wrapping himself into a broom star that dragged on the fire, and hurled to the ground.

"Boom", his feet fell to the ground, the flexible wings bounced him, rolled out a dozen meters before stopping, Xuan Yuan only felt that the back of the shoulder blades was about to shatter, and he bowed his waist. The wings disappeared, the sweater and coat on the upper body became fashionable backless beggars, and they were blackened. In front of his eyes, Venus fluttered and almost fainted.

For a long while, Xuan Yuan took a sigh of relief, and found that his hand finally managed to shake off the sword handle, and the sword and the big devil's head fell to his feet. The devil's head didn't know if it was dead or what, silent. Not even an idea.

The goatee was motionless next to him, and Xuan Yuan quickly reached out and tried his breath, which was not bad and mad. He was relieved and moved his hands and feet to check if there was a break in his body.

In this move, Xuan Yuan heard a crisp sound coming from his feet.

Ok? What did you break?

He slammed his finger, and a small flaming flame popped out of his fingertips, and the next shot—

"Look!"

Xuan Yuan almost crawled up and down and jumped up, then the retracted wings spread again, and hung his feet off the ground in the air.

The burning wings illuminate the ground. I saw that the space of this ghost place is not big. The place where the fire is shining is full of human bones. You can't see your head at a glance. The tired white bones overlap each other. Floor, can't see the ground.

Skulls, large and small, looked up at the sky uniformly. From Xuan Yuan's perspective, they were like collectively staring at his only living creature, and the black eyes of the black hole were radiated with the cold light.

"Senior, hello? Hello, senior, are you still alive?" Xuan Yuan raised a goosebump with a dry throat, stretched out his hand, the epee floated from the ground, and brought a dozen relentless bones.

He ate for a while and feared that Sheng Lingyuan would make it worse. He didn't reach out to grasp the sword handle, and his hand was ten centimeters away from the sword, letting it linger around: "Say, say, this ghost place is too human." ... Hey? "

The epee did not move for a long time. When Xuan Yuan suspected that the signal in the ghost place was not good, he heard Sheng Lingyuan say, "Don't make a noise ..."

His voice went away, like something.

Xuanying tentatively thought, "Wait, I don't seem to hear what he's thinking?"

There was no response from Sheng Lingyuan, and his speculation was confirmed.

Sheng Lingyuan had no time to take care of it at this time. He was very cold, and Xuan Ling's wings had warm flames falling, roasting him even colder, such as falling into the ice cave.

He couldn't remember everything related to the wings, but just felt familiar for no reason.

The wings actually made him fear.

It's really strange, is he a fearless desperate, what else is he afraid of?

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't think of it. Under the gaze of bones all over the ground, his headache was going to explode. Many dusty memories couldn't wait to break through the soil. He was congested there regardless of the consequences, screaming, mourning, screaming ... There were also sharp shouts: "Where are you? Where are you, a liar! You must not die!"

The sound was torn heart and lungs, like words of thorns, and drew from his ears, willing to tear the flesh.

At this time, a hand came over, tentatively held the hilt of the sword, and the fingers were slender. Although it was not as thin as a young man, it was not about how wide and not very reliable, but the palm was dry and warm, with Vigor and vitality, a touch, pulled Sheng Lingyuan back to reality.

Xuan Yuan: "Hey, our broken ECG sensor seems to be disconnected, do you feel it?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "... Well."

Really.

He sensed it carefully, and indeed he couldn't hear what Xuan Yuan was thinking, but at the same time, the desire to drink blood came out thoughtfully. This gave Sheng Lingyuan a vague guess: "Be careful not to bleed blood on me."

Xuan Yuan thought about it, "What do you think we were like just now because of blood? What is the principle?"

Sheng Lingyuan said nothing, and looked at the corpse mountain under his feet.

The two were unable to tolerate each other. The biggest reason was that they were forced to communicate with each other, and the rest was nothing. This would return to normal. Xuan Yuan was relieved, but he was not so alert. He is probably a skilled worker on both sides and three swords, and he is not embarrassed at all. Dala Ladi proposed to Sheng Lingyuan: "You see, although you pit me, I pit you, so even if it is equal, I forgive you Now. "

Sheng Lingyuan taunted, "Respect driving is really magnanimous."

"Good to say," Xuan Yuan fluttered and flew up a bit, "Since the main contradiction is gone, we are now in trouble together again, this ghost place doesn't know where it is ... We two re-established diplomatic relations, what do you think? "

Sheng Lingyuan feels very good, anyway, they have a tacit understanding in betrayal and abandonment. Whenever something happens, they tear it apart, and no one needs to feel sorry for them. It is easy and free of burden.

"I know where this is," Sheng Lingyuan said, "holding my breath."

Xuan Yuan: "For ..."

"Shh, haven't you heard?"

Xuan Yuan stunned, he held his breath with Sheng Lingyuan's words and heard whispering sounds—like a small auditorium in a large auditorium capable of accommodating a thousand people, whispering together and whispering something .

At the same time, he noticed that the goat he had thrown in the bones moved.

"Look, the grandson seems to be standing up." Xuan Yuan said to Sheng Lingyuan, but felt something was wrong, and flew up a bit.

The fire fell on the goatee's face, the goatee's eyebrows were closed, his face still scared, his head tilted to the side, and he was obviously faint. He was like a puppet. The goatee stiffly opened his legs and messed up in place I jumped a few times and made a child-like naughty snicker.

Something was moving in his loose coat, Xuan Yuan stared intently, seeing goatee dancing and dancing as he walked, the movement became large, a small piece of white bone slipped out of his cuff, and the white bone was unwilling to rest He jumped twice on the ground, and went back into his pants again!

Under the goatee's clothes, all the bones that supported him moved around!

"This is the Witch v." Sheng Lingyuan said softly.

I don't know if it was Xuan Yuan's illusion. He heard a little weakness from the voice of the demon head: "What do you say is this mass grave?"

"Have you ever heard of it?" Sheng Lingyuan seemed to laugh, and he was silent for a while, and then whispered, "It turns out that no one remembers their names after a thousand years."

Xuan Yuan quickly said, "Maybe my history is bad?"

Sheng Lingyuan said a word that Xuan Yuan had never heard.

Xuan Yuan: "What?"

"Witch's language," Sheng Lingyuan said, "you learn to tell them."

Xuan Yuan hesitated a moment, remembering Sheng Lingyuan's tone, and learned the rumbling "Guru" to the white bones below.

Sheng Lingyuan said strangely, "If you don't ask what it means, why do you suddenly believe me?"

Xuan Yuan said shamelessly: "Well, I am relatively simple and don't like to think much."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

How did this gossip come out.

However, after a brief "communication" between the two, they probably understand that they belong to the same category, and the angle of thinking is actually the same. Since they can no longer hear each other's heart, they will not be so anxious to get rid of each other. To get out of the sword, Sheng Lingyuan may have to rely on Xuan Ye to think of a way, unless he wants to be trapped in the sword and played by the bones as a javelin in this mass grave, otherwise there is no need to kill Xuan Ye here. .

The bones of the goat's body "heard" the words, slowly turned to Xuan Yuan, and then staggered forward.

Sheng Lingyuan: "Follow."

Xuan Yuan: "Where?"

"Don't you ask me about the origin of Human Butterfly?" Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounded a little distant. "The source is here. In the Kyushu melee, all races had their own means, and Wei Wei was very clear. After 1,000 years, the blood was too mixed. Mess, you have no regulations now. "

Xuan Yuan: "Remembered? Oh, we are now collectively called 'Special Abilities'."

"Special abilities ..." Sheng Lingyuan touched the word again, and I didn't know what he felt, but for a while he didn't say anything.

Xuan Yuan followed the wobbly goat Hu flying a few hundred meters, and his bones were still everywhere under his feet. There was no meaning to the end, and he could not help asking: "How many corpses are there?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "41,636."

"... Ah?" Xuan Yuan said for a while, "No, this arm and leg are flying around. How do you know, count your head?"

"I know," Sheng Lingyuan said lightly, "I killed it with my own hands." 2k novel reading network