017 Belief

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

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Hong Qi slowly raised his head, clenched his fist, and stared at Hong San and said, "Hong died secretly, you beast can still laugh." He said to Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang, "Take me one today, and the guy over there has handed it to me." He pointed to Hong San, his face was as frosty, and his previous fear did not exist at all.

This may be when a person feels why things give their lives, fear is nothing more.

Hong Sanda smiled and said, "You can't beat me without transforming. It's night now. What are you going to fight with?"

"My life." Hongqi's words cut through the night, and his people have rushed directly to Hong San. Si Nan's little Luo Shangshang looked at each other and Luo Shangshang said, "I'm dealing with the one-eyed guy."

Si Nan nodded and said, "You should be careful."

"Ye, I got it." Luo Shangshang answered gently, with a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, and Luomei had already taken out her hand. The two met one person one after the other.

Sinan Xiaoxiao is against Chen, Luo Shangshang is against Hans, and Hongqi is against Hong San.

The sky over Xingyao Castle is illuminated by Zhenyuan.

Chen Shan came to Si Nan's small attack and said, "This place is too small. Let's change places." After saying that, he ran to the middle of Xingyao Garden, and Si Nanxiao followed him. The golden armored warrior split diagonally with his knife and fell to the ground.

There was a loud noise.

Smoky and dust rose everywhere, and a large area of ancient wood in the Xingyao Garden was destroyed.

Chen was unharmed, floating like water in the smoke and dust, and no dust could get close to him.

"Teachers, to be precise, they should be called psychics. It's really rare." He was well-informed, and Si Nan's small identity was seen at a glance.

Si Nanxiao raised the knife in the hand of the golden armored warrior and said, "I'm afraid to surrender obediently. Your brother Si Nan has no time to waste you."

"A Nightmare." Just as Si Nan was talking, Chen stretched out his slender palm, and the pattern of the mask on his face was even worse.

Si Nan smiled and said, "Do you still want to do this?" As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body felt that his eyelids were like lead and his mind was dull. When Chen withdrew his hand, he was already asleep, and even the golden armored warrior on his body snored.

Chen Yin smiled coldly and flew to Si Nan's little side. He gathered Zhenyuan in his hand and punched him in the abdomen fiercely. Si Nan snorted and took a punch firmly. He flew out and rolled to the ground in pain. He only felt that he couldn't breathe in, and the pain in his abdomen almost suffocated. Chen's punch completely hit his body.

He struggled to stand up and Chen smiled and said, "How about this trick?" Before the words fell, his fingers moved continuously, like plucking strings, like playing in water. At the same time, he shouted in a low voice, "Dream Demon."

Si Nan's little expression stagnated, his eyes widened and his pupils widened, and the golden armored warrior on his body also looked at the front with a vertical knife, as if he had seen something extremely horrible.

Chen walked over step by step again and hit the previous position fiercely. Si Nanxiao was knocked to the ground again, the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and bean-sized sweat rolled down. Two or three times later, he stood up with difficulty.

The attack on the opposite side, Si Nan Xiaoxiao, could not detect it at all, let alone counterattack.

Chen stood opposite, and the mask was even more strange in the night. He looked at Si Nan's little pain contentedly: "What do you want? At night, my spells don't need the support of drugs.

He waved his hand, struck the seal again, and shouted, "Let you see more desperate things. The dream is broken."

With the same wave of his hand, Si Nanxiao roared and waved his knife, but the golden armored warrior did not listen to his command. He stood in place sluggishly. Chen Yin smiled and flew over. Si Nan Xiaoyu countered and found that he could not move, but his expression was extremely sober.

Chen is getting closer and closer, and the purple Zhenyuan in his hand swallows. His goal is Si Nan's small heart. He intends to kill him with one blow and won't let Si Nan Xiaoxiao have any chance to resist.

The purple light cut through the darkness, like a lamp with a breath of death. Si Nan's small dull expression suddenly hit his body with a palm, and his strength penetrated his body. His body shook, and his figure flashed behind Chen. In a hurry, the golden armored warrior leaned down and his huge fist fell. Chen's body.

"Bomb." Unparalleled power destroyed a large area of the forest again, and Chen hit the ancient tree in front of him like a broken kite under his fist. Si Nanxiao also knelt on the ground at the same time, with a withered expression, bowed his head and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood. However, he did not dare to relax, because Chen stood up again in the smoke and dust in the distance.

Chen looked at Si Nan incredulously and asked, "How on earth did you do it?"

Si Nanxiao smiled contemptuously and said, "Why should I tell you?"

Chen Meijian said coldly, "Although I don't know how you did it, your fate today cannot be changed."

Si Nanxiao stood up and asked, "Really?"

"The door of life belongs to me, and the things of life come together with me."

"The power of the night, give me strength. Broken dreams are for my use.

The spells of the two echoed in the huge starry garden and floated into the air. A black light rose to the sky, wrapping the huge golden armor god.

The golden armor god bowed, turned into a golden light and rushed down and rushed into Si Nan's small body. Si Nan's whole body glowed, his closed eyes opened, and his whole body was full of unparalleled murderous spirit. He waved his hand and appeared with a long halberd.

"Ah...ah..." He shouted angrily and rushed over.

Chen stopped and flicked his finger. Si Nanxiao only stopped for one second and rushed over again. Chen's face changed slightly and his hand changed more. Every time Si Nanxiao urinated for a while, he only held it for about a second.

Si Nanxiao, who was unstoppable all the way, became pale as the number of stagnations increased. However, the strength of the knife in his hand has never been reduced.

Chen became more and more panicked, and finally Si Nan's small knife hit his body with an unparalleled momentum. Chen's hand stopped and asked dullly, "How on earth did you do it?"

Si Nan's little body was frightened and smiled weakly. With the light on his body, he could see that Si Nan's little clothes had been wet with blood.

"Pain can hinder sleep."

Chen looked at it in surprise, with an incredible face. The mask was broken in half, and his whole body fell to the ground without vitality.

Si Nan Xiaochang took a breath of cold air and collapsed on the ground. At this time, his body was already destructive. In order to restrain Chen's hypnosis spell, he had to let Yuanying in his body wave Zhenyuan to cut his body, which was almost equivalent to self-harming to make him win.

The blood stained the soil on the ground and was sticky. Because of the dense wounds caused by the destruction of Zhenyuan, too much blood loss made him dizzy. He shook his head, but Si Nanxiao did not stay for a second. He simply wrapped his body, stood up and rushed in the direction of Luo Shangshang.

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"Break it!"

Somewhere, a roar came from a dark shadow in the sky. Under the roar, the shadow turned into a large bubble. A man fell from the sky and hit the ground fiercely.

For a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the man came out of the smoke and dust, with an angry face. He was not Yang Zifan. He patted the dust on his body, surrounded by endless grasslands, quietly silent under the starry sky.

"Where the hell is this? What on earth is Havic doing? Yang Zifan looked around and shouted, "Si Nanxiao, Luo Shangshang."

No one answered, and there was no one in the open area. Yang Zifan flew into the air and looked down from the sky. Far away, there seems to be one or two lights.

Yang Zifan was overjoyed, showed his determination and flew in the direction of the lights. All the way back to recall the scene just now, he still couldn't figure out what means Havichy used.

He could have blocked that palm, but he was taken away by a dark shadow when he blocked it. I don't know how long it took to break free.

The light below was getting closer and closer. Yang Zifan saw clearly that it was a small house in a single courtyard. Yang Zifan fell down and stood outside the door and knocked on the door gently.

There was a creaking door in the courtyard, and the door of the courtyard opened.

Yang Zifan was stunned for a moment and said angrily, "Uncle Zhao, why are you hiding here?"

The old man at the door was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is that boy causing trouble again?"

Hearing what he said, Yang Zifan looked at him secretly. He did have the same thin eyes, big nose, big mouth, and even the fangs in his mouth.

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me. Who else can you be if you are not Uncle Zhao?"

The man did not answer and went to the house alone with the door open.