After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

Watching the short-lived escape from the battlefield, Youmei's backhand waved, and the orange orange carried in his palm did not extinguish the fire, and was thrown into the corpse under him.

Immediately, the knife wind chopped down, accumulating force, and saw flesh and blood flying immediately in this sheltered area, the fire was all over, and a mess.

Han Shaoling stopped outside the ambush circle and squinted.

too messy. Only then saw the lifeless Qiqi riding down, Han Shaoling knew that the person in the Yinyue Pavilion had shot, and at the next moment, he saw that the head of the demon corpse in the field burst like a flower, bursting out, and the light of the fire rose, It seems that there is a ferocious and violent force about to move.

Han Shaoling knew that this was a special explosion fire made by Yinyue Pavilion. It was very powerful. Once it exploded, you could never retreat!

Thinking that Sang was far from the center of the battle situation, Han Shaoling secretly clenched the root of her teeth, and the green muscles burst on the back of her hand, and her eyes showed a decisiveness-just, she chose the wrong person herself, life and death, no complaint.

Sang Yuan also noticed the energy fluctuations around him, and was about to move. Suddenly, he felt that the lifeless body pushed forward and clung to her.

He covered her ears with his cheeks and his ears with his palms.

She felt a scorching temperature striking, and before she responded, she saw the sky burst into flames!

Across her lifeless body, she heard trembling.

He continued to wave his knife, spitting out all kinds of weird things, and a pair of black eyes stared straight ahead, leading her through the chaos.

He pressed his eyebrows, his tight lips drooped slightly, his expression extremely focused. The black hair dangled and fell on his lips, reflecting a little firelight, making his face extremely white.

The blast fire prepared by the ambush was ordered by Youyou to put out the fire. With the blood rain, it exploded beautifully.

Like fireworks.

It was all over his head.

You Wuming did not deliberately hide. Sang knew far away that he would use this blood to create the illusion of injury.

When the fire light gradually fell, he let go of her ears and said, "Hey," Bai washed it for you. Little Mulberry, go back and wash again. This time, you will be satisfied and will not ask you to wait again."

She froze for a moment, then remembered what she had said to him outside the hall deliberately, only to feel the blood poured into her head, and her ears became irresistibly hot.

It really is a man's character! Regardless of the time and the occasion, that kind of thing can be remembered in my mind!

"You just fired the fire like this, aren't you afraid that the idol is still below?" She resolutely shifted the subject.

You Wuming lowered the green mandrel on the knife to seven feet, and said casually: "If you die, you can worry."

He moved sideways, and suddenly his foot was lame.

Sang was startled from afar, and looked down anxiously. When he saw a fire on his left leg, he saw that it was burnt into the flesh. He dragged his left leg crookedly and stumbled for two steps.

She was slightly lost, and it was hard to tell the truth from the moment.

He only heard him smile in his ear and said, "I have a broken leg."

This tone is exactly the same as when he said, "Short life, your leg is broken."

She looked at the film emperor curiously.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison. The short-lived acting skills are very exaggerated and unnatural.

I saw Youmei's jaw lifted arrogantly, with a sneer on the corner of his lips, pretending that he didn't care about breaking his leg.

incredible.

If he showed his weakness, Han Shaoling might have doubts. And he looks like this at the moment, no matter who is called to see, he can never guess that he is pretending. Sure enough, the strongest acting skill is to return to the original nature, starring in his true nature.

The blood rain fell to the ground and everything temporarily subsided. I saw that in the flames of the ground, the ghost demon corpses were mixed with many human-shaped remnants and were burned out.

You Wuming carrying a knife, grinning and looking out of the ring of fire.

Han Shaoling stood on the strong cloud beast, holding the halberd with one hand, his eyes cold.

He raised his halberd very slowly, pointing the tip to the lifeless.

You Wuming pulled his lips and smiled softly, raised the knife to the level of sight, the blue light shocked, and swayed again for more than ten feet.

This is the limit of the Seventh Heaven of Lingyao Realm.

Han Shaoling watched with cold eyes, seeing You Wuming in a state of embarrassment, and his left leg still burning with fire before he could extinguish it. Then he shouted out his full strength and knew in his heart that he was the end of a strong crossbow.

"Yu Wuming," Han Shaoling waved a few powerful white awns, which will strike Yu Wuming and his own evil spirits and ruthlessly strangled, and then said loudly, "I kill you today, not for personal grievances, but for For the sake of the overall situation. You can go at ease, Youzhou people, I will take over for you, and I will not make them more wronged."

Yumie laughed yawningly, and the hand on Sang Yuan's shoulder lazily raised a little, stretched out a slender finger, and made a little vain Han Shaoling: "This hypocrisy is just like fakes. ."

Han Shaoling would naturally not care about a dying person. He smiled lightly and turned to Sang Yuan: "The misfortune is not as good as the weak female stream. Sang Wangnu, please step back, I will protect you."

"Look at me? Who needs your protection." Sang glanced at him from afar.

Her nineteen cannibalistic flowers had already moved. This wave of demons is seen by others as a fiendish devil, and here is a nutritious feed for her. She can put together five rings and eat them all the way, whichever ring she wants to squat, the ring is safe.

Han Shaoling stunned and shook his head and smiled: "Daughter Sang, I know you don't look down on dreams and worries, but at the moment you are not able to say what you said, but it is exactly the same as her usual style."

Sang far thought, 'This is the winning ticket, and it's starting to crush me. Boring routine. '

"Underworld comes and puts flowers."

You Mingming whispered a low back, swayed a sword, and cleared a large area of ​​the Wraiths around him. Taking advantage of this moment, he left Sang far in place, his toes stepped heavily, and his body was like a body. The **** butterfly flicked up lightly and took Han Shaoling straight!

Han Shaoling laughed and waved his halberd to meet.

In the face of Yuming, Han Shaoling didn't dare to be half-hearted, even if Yuming now seemed to be seriously injured, but the beast still struggled, and the mortal counterattack was the most brutal.

He didn't even suspect that the lifeless injury was fake-the fire on his left leg obviously burned into his bones. All the killers in the Yinyue Pavilion were annihilated, and there was no one left. There was no way you could live unscathed. Moreover, he left Sang far away, saying that it was not the end of the crossbow, who believed?

Despite this thought, Han Shaoling still offered a secret technique that no one knew.

I saw that above the halberd, there was a thunder and lightning'cracking', suddenly, above the white spirit Yun light, crawling with purple lightning, instantly, a thunder dragon with open teeth and dancing claws jumped from the halberd, and Han Shaoling's body spirit flashed around. , The storm rises on the ground!

"Thunder Dragon is out!"

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The metallic spirit Yun formed a hurricane, which poured into Han Shaoling's body. The tremendous wave of Ling Yun continued to pour into the Thunder Dragon above the halberd. I saw that the Thunder Dragon looked up at the sky and screamed. It was shocking. The skin is tingling.

You lifeless, has been swept halfway.

Turning at the moment, it is too late.

Han Shaoling gave his best, and his eyes locked the ghostly figure in the air, and his halberd pierced forward with a halberd in his hand, and he saw the dragon out of the abyss, carrying thousands of thunder and lightning power, slamming into the dead!

In the dazzling thunder, the lifeless face was reflected in cold white, and the delicate and unmatched lips suddenly aroused a smile.

At this moment, Han Shaoling's first thought in his mind was actually-this cataclysm was really born very well.

Bye bye this time, You Shao Ling clearly felt some unclear changes in his body. If he used to be like a black quagmire, then now it is more like a deep pool of calm water.

Youyou, who is not wrapped in gloom, can obviously easily take the name of "the first beautiful man in the cloud". Han Shaoling's heart was filled with a sense of unclear and unclear emotion.

The lifeless Daoman hit the Thunder Dragon.

Unsurprisingly, Han Shaolin did not expect that Qingmang had no resistance at all, so he disappeared instantly.

Han Shaoling once again regained his full strength, and pierced towards Youyou—the more he reached this juncture, the more he couldn't relax. Be sure to hit with a single blow and behead the strong enemy so that he will never turn over!

Han Shaoling, who is doing all he can at this moment, is also the end of a strong crossbow.

In the thunder and lightning, there was suddenly a very light smile.

Cold into the bone.

As you can see, a pair of fire wings spread out abruptly, and Youmei held the knife with both hands, holding it over the top of the head, and a blue flame was ignited above the blade. Dare to shake it.

The surrounding air was burned out, forming a brief vacuum.

Under the pressure of this horrible flame, the storm of Ling Yun gathered by Han Shaoling immediately dispersed into a raging air current.

The panic in the eyes is too late to form.

Youmei's heavy knife has been chopped down neatly!

The low huh sound, hoarse and cold, is full of strength and conceitedness.

Qingyan touched Thunder Dragon.

I saw the white golden spirit Yun which gathered densely into thunder, and issued an extremely harsh bang, immediately, Thunder Dragon couldn't even make a struggling gesture, and was broken into two!

Flame Blade straight down!

Jin Lingyun has always been known for being strong, but under this decaying and decayed green flame, there is no resistance at all, the black sword passes over, without any hindrance, once broken to the end!

Han Shaoling only had time to traverse the halberd in his hand, holding the halberd with his hands and blocking it in front of the blade.

"Ding-Boom -"

"Click--"

The halberd broke into two without any accident.

Han Shaoling's body was heavy, and the battle ride under his seat was actually crushed by the tremendous force!

He fell to his knees and fell to the ground with flesh and blood.

As soon as the throat was sweet, the blood of Da Peng spewed out of his mouth.

When arranging the assassination, Han Shaolin deliberately moved the 20,000 cavalry away, to deceive Yumei and relax his vigilance, while preventing Yumei from mixing into the crowd and escaping from chaos.

At this moment, he was counter-killed, and his army could not rescue him!

Youmei's feet landed on the ground. She glanced back at Sang from a distance and saw that she was safe. Then she moved her fingers lazily and squeezed the handle again.

Qing Yan has submerged into the blade, and now stands in front of Han Shaoling's lifeless, unremarkable.

Han Shaolin raised his head.

He supported the broken halberd, leaned on the ground, and did not fall.

"It's you...you've broken through the realm!" Han Shaolin's expression was slightly trance, "What is it above Lingyao?"

The lifeless black eyes slowly turned: "You don't need to know."

He raised the knife lightly in his hand, aimed at Han Shaoling's neck, and waved it without hesitation.

Han Shaoling closed his eyes and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

If you lose, you lose.

There was nothing unwilling to be defeated and killed. Such a battle, no matter whether it is a victory or defeat, just feels happy. If you are defeated today, you will be desperate. Han Shaoling will be sympathetic, but there will never be any mercy.

No one is a protagonist, and everyone will fail and become a stepping stone for others.

He felt the wind.

After the wind, there was a cold blade.

The lifeless knife is the heaviest, fastest and coldest.

Beheaded by such a knife, there should be no chance to feel pain.

He was slightly stretched and numb.

Seeing a generation of kings is about to die under the blade!

Just as the strong wind blew Han Shaoling's scattered temples, and the blade was able to cut through his flesh, suddenly there was a thunder, and he fell from the sky above his head, striking the lifeless blade!

At that moment, no one had time to react.

The black knife was slammed open by the world's great force, and the danger did not let go, and Youyou was spouting blood, three steps back!

His pupils shrank suddenly, thrusting the black knife into his feet with his backhand, supporting the handle with both hands, the flame wings stretched, carrying the thunder blow.

There was a loud bang, and I saw the lifeless as the center, a terrifying shock wave swept around, and the demonic corpse was crushed into debris and splashed around.

The accident happened so unexpectedly that Sang was far from being able to look back, and he saw that the second thunder fell again, pointing directly to the lifeless!

Sang was terrified from afar, and looked up.

I saw above the head, I don't know when there was an additional colorful thundercloud. This strange thunderbolt came from the thundercloud.

Sang took a breath of air from afar, looking at Han Shaoling-Han Shaoling, who was also in the center of the thunder, had no damage at all. At the moment, he looked stunned and stared at the deathlessness of the thunder.

This thunder is supporting Han Shaoling. Sang Yuan flashed two creepy words in her heart-Heaven and Tao.

Without thinking, she ran towards the field!

The second thunder landed on Youmei.

His knee was crushed heavily.

The wings of fire ignited a more dazzling blaze to fight against this day's disaster.

He gasped, the bleeding tiger's mouth gripped the handle of the knife, and above the black knife, the flame reignited.

The shock wave slammed into Shino, and Sang Yuan, who was rushing to the center of the war situation, only felt a heavy blow to her chest. She swallowed the blood pouring to her lips and continued to pounce on the lifeless, while raising her hands and throwing cannibalism. , Go straight to Han Shaoling!

The third thunder quickly condensed.

She looked up and found that the colorful thundercloud that hadn't appeared in mid-air somehow had dispersed.

This is the last thunder!

A grinning smile appeared on the corner of the lips of You Wuming, and the knife was facing the sky.

As the sun went down, the golden afterglow fell down on the lifeless face and the knife. This touch from nature seemed extremely ironic at this moment.

Heaven and earth are benevolent, with all things as ruminant dogs. Being benevolent is the most benevolent.

If there is favoritism, then what is natural?

Youwu Ming growl loudly, above the blade, the green flame is blazing!

In a pair of dark eyes, it is absolutely ruthless.

He did not retreat but advanced, and then cut Han Shaoling again!

He intends to ignore the thunder and shake the blow with his body, and also to cut the so-called destiny son under the sword!

Han Shaoling has gathered some strength at the moment.

He leaned on one hand and his eyes were as ruthless as Yumei. He held the half-cut halberd with the halberd's head, his arms were full of strength, and only when Youyou entered the range of attack, he would pierce his heart with the lightning strike!

Sang Yuan's cry was drowned in thunder.

The third thunder is here!

Youming's thin and long body jumped up with Leiguang, Qingyan crossed the thunder and cut heavily!

At the same time, Han Shaolin, who was kneeling on one knee, raised the half-cut halberd in his hand.

'Fluttering—'

'Chit—'

'Boom—'

Thunder slammed into the four wilds, the strongest one thundered, taking away all the light between this side of the world, and the eyes were white, and for a moment, no one knew what happened.

The huge cannibal buds scattered into countless fine particles of light, which fell like a curtain of fireworks.

Near the ear, there is a sharp buzz of short hearing loss.

Vision is restored.

Han Shaolin first slowly lowered his head and looked at himself.

I saw the entire shoulder on the left, connected to the arm, and the small half of the sternum sliding down towards the ground. The chest cavity was exposed to the air uncovered, and the cool wind blew, and it directly hurt the beating heart in the chest cavity.

Only then did he have time to tilt his head to avoid the point, his arms and shoulders were severed by heavy knives, and almost cut to the heart.

Suddenly came after the pain, he raised his numb eyes and looked towards him.

He raised his right hand, holding a half-cut halberd in his hand, before puncturing a body.

The hot blood flowed down his halberd to his hand. He looked along the winding blood stream and saw the woman's petite body penetrated by the broken halberd.

Sang Yuan was in the stabbing sting. She threw herself up, and stopped the consistent blow with her body for Youyou.

You Wuming has been pushed aside by her, and after the shock of thunder, his appearance is also extremely tragic, with blood surging in his mouth and he can't struggle for a while.

Han Shaoling let go of his hands as if he were burnt.

He saw Sang staggering two steps away, rushing towards the lifeless with a broken halberd.

Then he fell softly in his arms.

"Sang, Sang..." Han Shaoling breathed a sigh of relief, not worrying about the pain in his broken arm, struggling to get up.

As soon as I moved, I felt the wind blowing into my chest, and my stomach and belly were violently tingling.

He was severely injured by the note that was forced to fight with Youyou.

But Yu Wuming's servant, who was fighting hard to eat and thunder, had to stab him. Fortunately, with the help of **** thunder, the strength and flame of the sword were eliminated, otherwise it would not be so simple to throw away one shoulder.

Han Shaoling shivered, pulled off the tabard, helped with his teeth, wrapped the wound indiscriminately a few times, and then sat down on the ground, panting, staring at Youyou. At the moment, both sides have lost their ability to act, and only when their own people come over can they settle the overall situation.

"Yu Wuming, you are dead." Han Shaoling said spitting blood.

Youming's appearance is a bit stunned.

It doesn't seem to understand what happened.

He blankly caught Sang Yuan who was rushing over, acting mechanically, suppressing the trembling trembling hand, instinctively pulling out the broken halberd that pierced her chest, and then tearing off his clothes and wrapping her around the wound, then put The little soft, trembling body hugged in front of him, staring blankly at her without blinking.

"Are you okay?" She looked up at him, talking, with blood in her mouth.

You Wuming squeezed all her strength, hugged her arm tightly, and shook her head.

"I can't die. Xiao Sanguo, will you die?" he asked quickly.

"It shouldn't," she spit out blood again. "You look at it, don't let me sleep."

"Oh." You Wuming nodded blankly.

She closed her eyes and smiled: "It's okay, try it out, and that's it."

"Well," he said, "but that's it."

The so-called "Heavenly Way", but so.

The rumbling hoof gradually approached.

The enemy is coming! But You Wuming couldn't even move his position.

"Han Shaoling's people." You Wuming gasped, and her teeth almost bit Sang's far ears. "Xiao Sanguo, it's not as good as this. I will give you both life and repair. He won't kill you. Later, you Live well."

At this moment, what he thought in his heart had nothing to do with revenge.

"Are you trying to make me die better? You are desperate, do you hate me so much?" She pursed her **** lips and snorted, "Who said you must take me when you die? Men's words, I can't believe it."

I said a few more words, only to feel that my eyes were black, and a little golden light flashed in the darkness, his handsome face became blurred, and there was only a shaking silhouette.

Numbness began to tingle, and there was a sharp buzzing next to his ears.

She felt a little cold.

"Sang is far away, don't sleep."

The lifeless voice sounded very nervous.

She even heard a tremor.

She thought stunnedly, it turned out that people like him would also be afraid...

She tried to widen her eyes and moved towards him, condensing her spirit.

"Take me, dead or alive, bring me together." She tried her best to grab his finger.

He immediately fell softly on his body and gasped lightly.

You Wuming took a deep breath, and quivered her fingers on her neck, probing, and found that life was not in danger, she couldn't help but relax. Scanning his sight, he found that the cavalry of Hanzhou had quickly approached, and the pioneer was less than a hundred feet away!

He suffered three thunderstrokes in his life, like ten thousand thunder bugs in his body gnawed messily, making him unable to exert his energy. Only then thought that Xiao Sanguo was dying, a heart was all on her, and she didn't feel pain. At the moment, her mind was slightly loose, and the pain was so sudden that once the Buddha was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, except for the grin, he couldn't put on a second expression. Too.

He clasped her with one hand, holding the knife in the other, trying to stand up.

"Han... Shao... Mausoleum..."

Red eyes looked beyond several feet, and I saw Han Shaoling struggled to get up, and wanted to pick up the broken arm that fell on the side-just pick it up, there is always a way to put it back!

In two or three breathing kung fu, Han Shaoling's heavy cavalry would have to run over here, save their lord, and kill the unmovable ghost!

You Wuming is destined to look at Han Shaoling's hand extended to the broken arm, and his eyes are filled with **** anger.

It has been too long, too long, and he has not felt like he is at this moment, he feels incapable-he has put it together like this, should he even lose his last victory?

"You, Wu, Fate," Han Shaoling spit blood and smiled, "You, lose, treat me, heal your hand, I must, use this hand, destroy you... Youzhou!"

You Wuming couldn't even get the strength to crush the teeth.

Just when Han Shaolin's hand was shaking and he grabbed the broken arm on the ground, he saw a black, red, and red head suddenly drilled out of the corpse behind him, kicking with a heavy heel, like a body Ran over Han Shaolin and walked away from his unsteady arm!

This black and red lightning did not stop for a moment, grabbing Han Shaoling's left arm, and swept to You Wuming, a whirling jerky brake, low waist, almost in a'shovel' posture, put You Wuming and Mulberry Far from getting his own back.

Then spread the four hooves, like a blood whirlwind, scraped from the wave of the demon.

The accident happened so unexpectedly, Han Shaoling had a stunned effort, his arm was gone, the dead lifeless of the dying was gone, and the little mulberry that clung into his palm was gone!

The black, red and black furry lightning flew towards the distance.

"Master! You..." The cavalry arrived, seeing Han Shaoling missing one shoulder arm, the head of the general was dizzying, kneeling painfully in front of Han Shaoling.

Han Shaolin took a deep breath, took one arm and waved forward—

"kill!"

The cavalry began to charge, and the crossbowmen opened their bows and arrows, and rows of arrows rained, like locusts, who first rushed towards the figure that was flying away.

Under the arrow rain, You Wuming has adjusted her posture, holding the reins with one hand, looping the soft mulberry in front of her, and the other hand obliquely protecting her shoulders, chest and abdomen.

Although the short-lived speed is fast, it runs very smoothly without any bumps.

"Why don't you kill him!" You Wuming said weakly and disgustedly.

In his short life, he turned his furry head and glanced at him with contempt.

"Aowu." Short-handed Han Shaoling's arm, said vaguely.

Sang understood the dog's words again in a strange way-why didn't you die if you didn't die.

She couldn't help but think of the original plot, after the lifeless death of the capital, short-lived knowing that he would die, but still rushed to Jiang Yanji, and finally Huang Huangjun was shot into the sea of ​​fire.

A drop of crystal tears sang across Sang's far smiling lips and flew away quietly in the wind. Although her body was terribly painful and the crisis of life and death had not been lifted, at this moment, she felt strangely happy.

Everyone is still there.

Short-lived left and right shots, avoiding the arrow rain coming behind.

There is no Yumei to help him shoot down the arrows, its movement is extremely embarrassed, and it is about to be shot several times.

You Wuming took a deep breath, and there was a chill in her voice: "Where did I die?"

Only if it is present, Han Shaoling will be able to make a fatal blow!

Where did you die? !