Chapter 820: The last battle (5)

Chapter 820 The Last Battle (5)
Murong Xue glanced at him and hurriedly reminded: "Be careful!"
Ouyang Shaohao was not in a hurry, slowly raised his hand, and a deep invisible internal force came out on his palm, rushing toward the flames...
"Hey!" The flame collided with the internal force, and a loud sound broke out. The flame, the internal force rushed to the air, and the flames of the stars were shot...
Tuo Han Han Jian eyebrows lightly pick, even the flame on the holy sword can be broken, Ouyang Shaohao's martial arts is indeed extraordinary!
The toe is light, and the extension of the cold and long body shape quickly plunges into the air.
Ouyang Shaohao instantly understood the meaning of Tuohan Han, loosened Murong Xue, slender body like Qingyun straight up, and succumbed to the air, the burning flame, the fierce wind and the fierce wind almost came out at the same time, the two collided The huge sound of the earthquake, the shaking of the earth shaking the mountain...
Murong Xue looked up and saw that Tuohan Han and Ouyang Shaohao floated in the air and looked at each other. One person manipulated the fire dragon that the flame became. One person used internal strength to condense the fierce wind and fierce fighting.
The shadows of the road fly back and forth in the air, so that people can't see their figure...
The match between the master and the master, the hurricane, the traceless, the aunt, the little fox, and even the remaining 50,000 soldiers of the Turkic can't help, can't get into the hand, can only stand outside, not instantly, The vast Wushan Mountain Hornbill is silent.
"Brush!" Ouyang Shaohao's fierce and fierce wind hit the arm of Tuo Han, drawing a long big mouth...
"Brush!" Ouyang Shaohao's fierce and fierce wind hit the legs of Tuohan Han, and made a deep wound...
"Brush!" Ouyang Shaohao's fierce and fierce wind hit the chest of Tuo Han's cold, and made several wounds. The blood of Yin Hong leaked out...
If Takuya’s cold is ignorant, he will manipulate the flame on the holy sword and continue to pounce on Ouyang Shaohao.
Ouyang Shaohao’s look was faint, and the obsidian-like eyes were flashing with the cold and dark eyes. He glanced at the cold and step by step, and he flashed a touch of impatientness, suddenly raising his hand and waving a palm. Beaten on the top of the cold chest.
Tuoba was in a hurry and was taken back a few steps. He fell heavily on the hard ground and splashed the sky...
"Wang Ye!" The Turkic soldiers were shocked. The rushing rushed to the top and wanted to save him.
The hurricane, without a trace of body shape, instantly reached the front of the Turkic soldiers, and the sword blocked their way...
The ping-pong sound of the ping-pong sounded, Ouyang Shaolu stunned, and gently fell to the side of Tuo Han, looking at him condescending.
Falling on the ground, the extension of the cold, but also slightly squinting at the void, a stream of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, he flashed a thick self-deprecating: as a parent who died, but in the high position of the sudden cold king, he Destined to live in a conspiracy trick for a lifetime, the dark life of many years, he is very yearning for light, but he is a natural dark man, how can he retain the light, he used the means to stay strong, is Like him now...
Takuya's big eyes looked at Murong Xue's direction. In the line of sight, he saw a young man and a young woman standing beside him, smiling at him with a slight smile: "Chen, for so many years, suffering is you."
"If you feel too tired, take a break, raise your body, and raise your spirits to continue doing things..."
"Yeah, take care of yourself..."
A warm and warm caring sound rang in the ear, and the top of the tweezers slammed a sour sputum, slowly reaching out, trying to touch the man, the woman, not wanting, the man and the woman holding their hands, carrying the distance: "cold Child, we are gone, you have to take more care..."

Do more care... be sure to take care...

Murong Xue slowly walked in front of Tuohan Han, only to see him looking at the void, the faint scorpion flashed a thick love, and the lips stretched together.
Murong Xue leaned over and heard the weak voice of Tuo Han: "Father, mother, don't go... don't leave me..."
Murong Xue’s apex suddenly trembled. She fixedly looked at Tuohan’s cold, and the look at the bottom was complicated and difficult to argue...
(End of this chapter)