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The remnant yang blade is now seen, but Qin Xiaochuan is not moving, but the blade is first.

The blade plunged out and a magical force emerged from him.

The blade is like a snowflake, flying all over the sky.

The disease of the blade, the night Lingguang has not used the time to re-use the symbol.

A large number of blades, banged, blasted in front of the night Lingguang.

His body flew straight out and landed on the ground.

Another number of blade flashes, and Ling Ling only felt a sharp pain in his chest.

In the throat, the sweet taste is rolling.

A golden voice rang, as if the sunset was going down, and the heavens and the earth were eclipsed.

Qin Xiaochuan was like a god, standing in front of him.

The razor blade in the hand reached the throat of the night ray.

Just a little further inward, the neck of the night Lingguang will be cut off.

On the blade, you can clearly reflect the figure. At first glance, people are full of cold.

"You, don't ask for mercy?"

Qin Xiaochuan is at the top of the house, overlooking the night glory.

The night glory is already the end of the strong, his mental power has long been exhausted, and he does not know martial arts, he can easily take his life.

"Begging for mercy, you are also worthy."

The night glare snorted, and the eyelashes shook slightly like a butterfly flying up.

Because of the injury, he was dyed with a strange red on the woman's fair skin.

He looked up and stared at Qin Xiaochuan.

Unexpectedly, he spent the night in the world of the gods, and eventually died in the hands of Qin Xiaochuan.

After his death, his life is saved by him, and his right to be a life.

This morbid posture fell in the eyes of Qin Xiaochuan.

In the brain, a flash passed a face.

When the two first met, he was also a man and a woman, and his voice was fascinating, and a beautiful face was shocked.

The feeling of heart and heart, this life is afraid that there will be no more.

Within the chest, the heart that belongs to the different devils moved slightly.

The devil has a heart, and the heart is in person.

This heart, from the moment Qin Chuanhou was born, was repeatedly taught, and must keep his heart.

The heart is the source of the devil and the symbol of the status of the demon.

The heart of the devil, only moved twice in a lifetime.

One move is for the country as the home, and the second move is for life and death.

Before coming to the realm of the gods, his heart only pulsated for the family, but when he was looking at him, the night Lingguang looked at him with a relieved look, his heart moved.

The heart of a different demon is like jumping out of the chest, and it is not so much.

Every time he jumps, he feels that the blood vessels in his body are like a burst.

The razor blade in the hand trembled slightly, as light as the sacred magical soldier of Hong Mao. At this moment, he was as heavy as a mountain, and he could not hold it even with his grip.

"Hands, Qin Xiaochuan, my life is yours, how come you are doing it?"

The night Lingguang smiled and suddenly took Qin Xiaochuan's hand.

His voice, like a sharp arrow, stabbed Qin Xiaochuan's brain.

There is something in the body that seems to be coming out.

"Stupid big, accompany me to drink."

"Stupid big, you won't die, I will definitely recall your soul."

"Stupid big, you and I are good brothers in this life."

After his death, there were countless nights, and the man's clear laughter was like a nightmare, and he couldn't help it.

The remnant sun blade slammed and smashed the neck of the night ray.

The smell of fresh human blood makes Qin Xiaochuan's eyes suddenly red.

Qin Xiaochuan snorted and opened the hand of the night Lingguang. The reversal of the sun in his hand was a reversal. It was actually stabbed toward his heart.

At this moment, Qin Chuan Hou was completely unable to control himself.

In his body, Qin Xiaochuan's last bit of the power of the soul, after witnessing his injury to the night Lingguang, was like crazy, wanting to kill himself.

This thorn is pointing at the heart.

Night Lingguang did not expect Qin Xiaochuan to suddenly have such a move.

When he saw the remnant of the razor blade facing Qin Xiaochuan's neck, he almost did not hesitate, flying up and holding the razor blade with his bare hands.

The pain hits, and the hands of the night are bloody.

Qin Xiaochuan's face sank, and the feeling of strangeness in his heart floated on his heart. .

A violent cough sounded, and Ling Lingguang coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"you"

Qin Xiaochuan tightened his hands, the magic of the body fluctuated, and the blood of the night sun looked shocking.

Look at the hands of the night Lingguang, the hands that should belong to the healer, are already vulgar.

The hands... Qin Xiaochuan's eyes sank, and the magic in the body receded like a low tide.

The residual sun blade in the hand broke away instantly.

"What, don't kill me?"

The night Lingguang smiled lightly. He licked the blood of his mouth. When he was used to treating the doctor, he was very clear about his injury.

The only hand of Qin Xiaochuan, who broke his bones, was not the most serious injury, the most serious is his hand.

He is a primary doctor, and his hands are the most important thing for the healer.

However, he was able to cut off his many tendons, even if the mother-in-law was in person, and he was able to use Shennong medical skills, but he was only able to restore him to 50% or 60%.

If he is lucky, he will not be able to save his life.

At the thought of this, the night Lingguang could not help but be disheartened.

When he was admitted to the hospital for a small amount of time, he did not like to practice medicine for the rest of the world, only because of the evaluation of the outsiders.

The medical Buddha also controls the death.

Among the three sisters of the night family, Ling Li is a natural master of learning martial arts. He inherits his father's clothes in the night.

A sister Ye night Lingyue is weak and sick, and she is obsessed with the treatment of A sister.

I learned what I am doing today, and I can't help A sister, but I have a place in the realm of the gods.

This place is not so important for the night Lingguang.

Therefore, Ling Lingguang has always had a dispensable game mentality for the so-called medical skills.

Until today, his hands were abolished, and he had a sense of loss.

"Why... I want to take my blade."

Qin Xiaochuan hoarse voice.

"Just don't want your blood, it stains my eyes."

Night Lingguang can't say why.

When he first met Qin Xiaochuan, he hated this stupid big man.

The other person is like a headless fly, stalking him every day.

He knew that the person in front of him was not Qin Xiaochuan.

At least not the one who cares about himself, Qin Xiaochuan, who can protect himself, can watch the moment when the blade is stabbed to the heart of Qin Xiaochuan, he subconsciously holds the razor blade.

As if he didn't hold the blade, he would lose something extremely important.

Looking at the **** night glare, watching the indifferent attitude of his life and death, Qin Xiaochuan's heart sank a little bit.

"Come to, put him in a lonely day. Without my order, no one is allowed to enter here."

A nameless anger, the burning in the chest, Qin Xiaochuan chilled and dropped a word, and went away.