Chapter 707: Who is the hero?

One step wrong, step by step wrong; one step difference, step by step.
The dragon dam surface is like a gray ash, watching the sky thunder flying over the dragon boat.
The millennium plan is a failure.
It’s also a life.
With a trace of unwillingness, I took a look at the Baiyun Golden Dragon Flag.
With a trace of resentment, I looked at the towering Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang.
The dragon dam headed down and fell on the altar of white clouds.
The white clouds collapsed and the thunder fire spread.
The black dragon was escaping, and the boundless anger of Heaven was on the dragon boat.
Above the sea, there is a sea of ​​fire.
Among the fires, the monks screamed, screamed, prayed, cursed, and screamed.
The monks looked at the fire burial ground in front of them, and there was sympathy in the silence, but more of them were fortunate.
Fortunately, I won.
Standing on the side of the winner.
If it fails.
At this moment, you may be sorrowful.
This is the case in the monk world, and the king is defeated.
Few monks noticed that a dark little flame broke into the sea of ​​fire and screamed, wrapped in the flame of the dragon and the dragon's horn that fell from the black dragon, sinking into the sea.
In the heart of Sun Hao, I can feel the excitement of a small flame.
Excited as a treasure.
Then, the small flame quickly ran back from the sea, returned to the heart, holding the mini dragon's horn and flame, wrapped tightly and began to digest.
A little feeling of indigestion.
Sun Hao knows that it is estimated that for a moment and a half, the small flame is propping up.
I am afraid it will take a short time.
There was a light smile on his face. Reflecting the dragon boat and the sky. Sun Hao looked at Wan Hao. Lang said: "Wan Wan old devil, now the dragon boat has been extinguished, are we theoretical theory?"
Wan Yan’s eyes flashed in sorrow.
The body slowly pulled out and stood up in the air, and said in a loud voice: "Agarwood is coming over."
The monk of the Three Gods is a glimpse.
The act of Shen Xiang adults, down the stone.
There is a lack of light.
However, there are also monks who think that the Wansong family has lost several Jindans in succession, and their strength is greatly damaged. It’s really a robbery, picking up their best fighters, and Shen Xiang adults are good at it.
Lan Guochun’s face was unbearable.
Zhong Lijuan’s eyes were amazed.
One-eyed Hao San spit out a sentence: "Dry, it is a matter of doing things, and your heart is hot."
Sun Hao laughed and raised his hand, and a jade bottle flew to Wan Hao in his hand. He said in his mouth: "The old devil, the has a good life, the agarwood is not for himself. As long as you dare to take it I am a poisonous Dan, I am not embarrassed about you. Otherwise, hahaha, the whole death, the dog does not stay, hahaha, you choose."
Wan Hao caught the jade bottle with one hand, and his face appeared suspicious.
Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang's poison Dan?
Amazing! I have seen Sun Hao’s monk who is poisonous and venomous black dragon, and his heart is full of sorrow.
Even the Black Dragon, but also poisoned Sun Hao became a pockmark.
Once Wan Hao took the medicine, wouldn't he suddenly die?
On the Death God, Wan Xiu’s monk shouted loudly: "Adult, don't, don't swallow, fight, let's fight with him, mother, what is the right way, monk, shameless, adult, Wan Lang, only standing dead Nothing is squatting, fighting, fighting..."
In the shouts, many of the monks shone with their brilliance, and they waited for a slap in the face and rushed to Sun Hao.
Among the fires, the Wanxi monks were passionate.
Wan Hao holds a jade bottle in one fell swoop.
The Death Monk is screaming and looking into the air.
Wan Hao suddenly laughed up in the sky: "The area is poisonous, the service is served, I am afraid that you will not be..."
After that, the finger bounces and the bottle cap pops open. In the shouting of "Don't be an adult, an adult, don't...", a vibrating jade bottle, a spirit in the bottle falls into the mouth.
grown ups.
Death, there have been monks plopping down on the deck, crying and crying.
At high altitude, Wan Hao suddenly yelled aloud: "Cry, cry, cry, mother, aloe poison, the poisonous Dan is a chronic poison, Laozi has not died for hundreds of years..."
Chronic poison.
I can't die for hundreds of years.
The brain is turning fast, but I understand a little bit about what is going on.
The brain is a bit stupid but it is strange: "Mother's, Jindan monk's life is not a few hundred years? What is the use of such chronic poisonous Dan?"
The eyes of the one-eyed eyes flashed in the eyes, and I thought, this is the temperament in Laozi’s mind!
Sun Hao turned his head and looked at Lan Guochun. In the hands of a vibrating bottle, a jade bottle appeared. The jade bottle was thrown away and smiled and said: "Blue real person, your life magic weapon blew, Jindan root damaged, agarwood here Seven spirits solve one of Erdan, enough to keep you golden."
Lan Guochun took the jade bottle with one hand and the face appeared flushed.
Silence for a moment, Lan Guochun suddenly laughed again: "So, Guochun is not polite with Shenxiang, Guochun immediately took this poisonous Dan, hahahaha, a poisonous Dan, agarwood, Guochun dialect More to say, in the future, but where the incense is scented, regardless of the mountains and rivers, regardless of the wind and thunder, as long as the country has a breath, it must be recruited..."
Wan Hao also laughed happily: "A good poison Dan, hahaha, it seems that the big blue bird, you have to be like Laozi, enjoy the chronic poison for hundreds of years, the mother, the big blue bird, When you are fully recovered, we will fight three hundred more rounds."
Lan Guochun smiled slightly and did not speak.
One-eyed three-sleeved sleeves, shouted loudly: "Dry, who is afraid of who, miss this time, where to see where to do, three hundred is not enough for five six seven eight hundred rounds, hahaha."
The fire is shining.
The sea beast turned white.
The broken ship broke the arm.
Above the sea, several top Jindan monks talked.
In the call of the dragon boat monk, talking and laughing.
Do not know why.
In the hearts of every monk, at this moment, there is a lot of pride.
The sea is dangerous.
Nanyang often falls.
Fight for the rest of the war.
Talking about laughter and life.
On the face of the unsatisfied face, there was a blush and it was infected. Suddenly shouted on the deck of Fengyun: "Agarwood. Agarwood..."
On the Fengyun. The monks were united in the city and shouted: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
This time, it’s not just Fengyun.
It’s not just the fighting gods that are close to Fengyun.
It is not just a monk attached to the wind.
On the Poseidon, the Goddess, and the Death, after the battle of the sea, the surviving monks shouted and shouted: "Agarwood, Aloes..."
Look at the one-eyed three, and see the smile of Lan Guochun.
Mother's. The boss must know, and it doesn't matter if he knows it. Laozi shouted and shouted: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
Lan Guochun and Zhong Lijuan smiled and looked at Sun Hao in the air.
The sound is higher than the waves.
Above the sea, it has been echoing for a long time.
Covered the call sign of the dragon boat monk.
The cheers of the agarwood and agarwood resounded through the sky.
Standing up on the mast, Sun Hao is like a winding mountain.
With a faint smile, after everyone shouted for a while, Sun Hao raised his hands. Press down.
The shout stopped.
Sun Hao’s smile on his face is like a mountain-like body. The solemn and dignified momentum rushed out, and the low voice floated above the sea: "Perhaps, you now feel that Sun Haosun Shen Xiang is the biggest hero of this battle and the biggest hero of this battle..."
After that, Sun Hao glanced at the monks on the deck.
All the monks felt that Shen Xiang adults looked at themselves as if they were talking to themselves.
Sun Hao took back his eyes and looked into the air and said loudly: "But, Shen Xiang knows that Agarwood is not, to say heroes, they are..."
Sun Hao’s fingers point straight to the sky.
That sky, once, Wan Xibei blew himself.
Among the voices of Sun Hao, with the excitement: "It is them, with the flesh and blood, to contain the black dragon, let us find the chance to win, we can not forget, in the face of the black dragon, Wanxi brothers blew the body of Jindan We should not forget that Guo Chun’s real people have blew themselves up.
Sun Hao’s hands are in one fell swoop:
At that moment, there was no magic, they were heroes, real heroes.

Tears appeared in Wan Yan’s eyes.
On the deck, the monks shouted: "Hero, hero."
Sun Hao’s hands were again a pressure. He continued:
Speaking of heroes, who is a hero? Aquilaria wants to say at this time, you are also true heroes.

In the voice, Sun Hao pointed his finger at the deck, pointing to the unspoken, pointing to the Fengyun, pointing to the Death, pointing to the ordinary Zhuji monk on the Sanshen.
Loudly, Sun Hao said emotionally: "You are also true heroes. In the face of the upcoming disaster, you silently give us support. Even if I am going to carry the blood of God, you will accept it without any complaints. Before the robbery, before the disaster, you are the real hero..."
Lan Guochun and Zhong Lijuan looked at each other.
Lan Guochun suddenly shook his arms and shouted: "Hero, hero."
Zhong Lijuan echoed with a clear voice.
The monks waved their swords in their hands and shouted their arms, arrogantly radiating their passion.
As Sun Hao said, at this moment, they are with glory, pride is in the heart, passion is unparalleled.
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In the high voice of passionate worship, the dragon boat thunder slowly disappeared, the fire gradually extinguished, and the dragon boat sank into the sea with the fallen monk of the dragon family.
Above the sea, it calmed down, as if nothing had happened.
The release of passion, like Sun Hao, looked at the sea that had passed through the war, and thought of the large number of monks who had fallen, and the grief and remembrance poured into the heart.
Especially the Death.
Several Jindan real people have fallen, and the close-knit children have started to sing lamentations spontaneously.
The monks on other sea boats also spontaneously joined the memorial team and sang a lament for the heroes of the large population of Aquilaria.
Just on the sea of ​​heroism, there was a tragic song: "A hundred years of practice of dust and earth, Wanlihai Road and the moon. Yang Tianxiaoxiao, strong and fierce. The mountains and rivers are broken black dragons, and the gods are falling apart..." (To be continued. )
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