The broken leg was round and smooth, as if not being cut off, but suddenly disappearing.

It wasn't until after the film that he felt the heartache and pain from his thigh. After a scream, he fell outside the emperor's court.

King Zhongyun stepped forward, quickly pulled it back, and applied it with healing medicine, hoping to recover his broken leg as soon as possible.

He stared at the huge black area in front of him. He stared at the world for many years, and he felt fear for the first time.

This is not damage that can be done by cultivation.

As strong as Linlang Island’s master, it is impossible to create similar damage.

Only a terrible deep blood can do it!

The night house owner also jumped wildly, only a little bit, they all have to explain here: "Emperor is one, it is too dangerous!"

"Aren't we to worry, Xia Qingchen?" Huang Jiazhu's tone was low.

Gu Qianhen shrugged and said, "Is there any need to worry?"

Such terrible nihilistic retaliation, the Lord of Langlang Island will surely die if he falls in.

Not to mention Xia Qingchen in the center of nothingness.

He is dead!

The mainland side stared at the huge black area, sadness that could not be said in his heart.

Such a peerless arrogance that astounded the millennia of time and space, so...fallen?

From then on, there will be no more Xia Qingchen in the world.

Only a little pen and ink remains in history.

A hundred years later, a thousand years later, there may be people who have no intention of turning to the history of that year.

Turned over, in history, there once appeared a genius named Xia Qingchen.

He had created the unprecedented 19th month, had dazzled the entire time and space, and had stunned the eyes of countless people.

Then, as a comet swept across the vast sky, it quickly disappeared.

Perhaps, people will sigh for this later, perhaps, will gently turn the article, perhaps, just laugh.

In short.

He has been buried in the heartless years.

It was suddenly raining.

I don't know if it was a violent explosion, which caused climate change, or the sky wept for the genius's fall.

The cold raindrops hit every stunned face.

The rain fell, but the coolness was refreshing.

"Master! Don't go! Don't go!" Ye Linglong's stunned eyes, full of tears, slanted down like a **** flood.

She lay on the fence and wept silently.

Probably, she is the only girl who can cry for Xia Qingchen unscrupulously, can feel sad for Xia Qingchen, and can forget Xia Qingchen's death.

Her crying showed deep sorrow, rendering everyone present.

Zhang Xiaofeng lowered his head, palms covering his eyes.

But tears still inadvertently oozed from the cracks of the fingers, flowing along the back of the blood-stained hand to the wrist, and then spread to the gently swaying arm.

She cried, there was no sound.

Because of crying, it's all in my heart.

Brahma sits softly on the ground, staring blankly at the huge void, she wipes the tears on her face, and makes a charming smile: "I can't cry, I haven't charmed him, how can I cry?"

However, the enchantment accompanied by tears is not so desolate.

The night demonic dome leaned on the corner and leaned back, letting the rain hit him, murmured dumbly: "Why should I do this? I have no time to say an apology."

Recalling that he repeatedly rejected Xia Qingchen's good intentions, and even doubted him, he felt like a knife.

He owed Xia Qingchen an apology.

But, Xia Qingchen could never receive it again.

Da Shizi stood with his hands down, his emotions were not as shocked as him, facing the distant continent, the vicissitudes of his voice that could not be said: "The sky of the continent is dark...

"No, the whole age is dark." King Zhongyun's facial muscles were trembling gently.

His eyes were dry and moist, all in his heart.

Xia Qingchen is the world wizard he dug out of Mengchen with one hand, and he is the person he is most proud of.

However, he still fell on the way of martial arts.

If there is silent mourning, he is the most prosperous.

Yejiazhu also sighed deeply: "This, after all, belongs to the era of the emperor's unity."

There is no room for two tigers in the same mountain, and the one who stayed in the end is still the old king.

In the eyes of Master Huang, tears were all over his eyes, and his old face was extremely lost: "I haven't recognized him yet."

It is a pity that he never had the opportunity to call his grandson again.

The party on Linlang Island, which should have been cheering, was silent, and the low emotions haunted their hearts.

Han Xiangdong, son of Beiyuan Jianzun, sat weakly on a stone.

He stared blankly at the black area and murmured: "Why can't you be happy?"

Xia Qingchen humiliated him with shame and robbed him.

It's no exaggeration to say that he is an enemy who doesn't live together. If there is a chance, Han Xiangdong would like to stab him with a sword and let it disappear completely in the world.

However, witnessing the passing of Xia Qingchen with his own eyes, he found that he was not happy.

There is no refreshing feeling of revenge.

Some are just unspeakable depression and loss.

Because Xia Qingchen's subsequent strong performance has deeply shocked Han Xiangdong, leaving an indelible mark on it.

That continuous outbreak of cultivation practice, old combat experience, and the last outbreak of blood moon.

All in all, Han Xiangdong, who is the enemy, is awe-inspiring.

He had never thought that a peer of the same age could be so strong with a mortal body.

So Xia Qingchen's death, no one can be happy.

The Lord of the Langlang Island sighed softly: "We are sorry for him, and my life is buried between the Emperor Zhou Xu and the crown emperor's mausoleum, with the highest emperor size!"

Although he died, he left unspeakable trauma to the present world.

It is the sorrow of the entire martial arts world that such a hero fell.

At this time, after the black area continued for a long time, it finally began to fade.

It shriveled and shriveled back and forth, and the ground was scarred, leaving the earth with a huge pit.

The sky is a vacuum!

In this state, Xia Qingchen was afraid that even the ashes would be hard to find.

There are no bones, but so!

Everyone's eyes looked away as the terrible void area receded.

When the black area recedes completely, all pupils shrink!

I saw the center of the black area, Emperor Gui stood standing unscathed. He bowed and gasped, looking extremely tired.

The devastating trauma caused by his own attack on the chest heals very slowly.

It seems that the so-called anti-injury is also limited, it is difficult to unrestricted anti-injury.

Every time you fight back, you must consume the power of the Emperor.

Fang Cai's large-scale counter-injury has already hurt the emperor's vitality.

However, they are strange, not that the emperor is unharmed.

Rather, before the Emperor returns, there is still a strange thing!

That's a sword, many swords!

About eight full swords, they are connected end to end, condensed into a half-height octagonal body.

"what is that?"

"Have you ever appeared before?"

"Should it be some kind of secret technique of the Emperor's unity?"

Sonorous--

The eight-handed sword moves slowly, and the sound of rubbing against each other is deep and harsh.