Chapter 1518

The broken leg wound was smooth, as if it had suddenly disappeared instead of being cut off.

It was not until after pianxu that he felt the deep pain from his thigh. After a scream, he fell off the court.

Zhongyun king came forward, pulled him back quickly and applied healing medicine to him, hoping to recover his broken leg as soon as possible.

He stared at the huge black area in front of him and looked down at him for many years. For the first time, he felt a sense of fear.

This is not the damage that cultivation can create.

As strong as the owner of Linlang Island, it is impossible to create similar damage.

Only the terrible deep understanding of blood can do it!

The night master's eyelids jumped wildly. They all had to explain here: "it's too dangerous for the emperor to return to one!"

"Isn't it Xia Qingchen that we should worry about?" Lord Huang's tone was too low to say.

Gu qianhen shrugged and sighed, "is there any need to worry?"

Such terrible nothingness will surely kill the leader of Linlang island if he falls in.

Not to mention the summer light dust in the center of nothingness.

He's gone!

The mainland side stared at the huge black area with unspeakable sadness.

Such a peerless Tianjiao who amazed thousands of years of time and space, so... Fell?

From then on, there will be no summer dust in the world.

There is only a little ink left in history.

A hundred years later, a thousand years later, someone may have no intention of turning to that year's history.

In history, there was a genius named Xia Qingchen.

He created the unprecedented month of nineteen, dazzled the whole time and space, and amazed the eyes of countless people.

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

Perhaps, future generations will sigh for this, perhaps, will turn the page gently, perhaps, only one smile.

Anyway.

He has been buried in the ruthless years.

One day, it suddenly began to rain.

I don't know whether it was the violent explosion that caused the climate change, or whether the sky wept for the fall of genius.

Cold raindrops fell on every stunned face.

The rain falls, but the coolness is refreshing.

"Master! Don't go!! Don't go! " The night's exquisite and stunned big eyes, full of tears, tilt down like a levee burst flood.

She lay on the fence and wept.

Probably, she is the only girl who can cry recklessly for Xia Qingchen, feel heartfelt sadness for Xia Qingchen, and forget the passing of Xia Qingchen.

Her cry, full of deep sadness, played up everyone present.

Zhang Xiaofeng lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palm.

But tears still inadvertently seeped from the fingers, along the back of the bloody hand, to the wrist, and then spread to the gently rustling arm.

Her cry was silent.

Because the cry is all in my heart.

Sanskrit Yin Miao sat on the ground powerlessly and stared at the huge nothingness. She wiped the tears on her face and forced a charming smile: "I can't cry. How can I cry without enchanting him?"

However, the charming accompanied by tears is so desolate.

The night devil dome leaned lonely in the corner, raised his face, let the rain hit his face, and whispered dully: "why? I haven't had time to apologize. "

He thought of rejecting Xia Qingchen's kindness many times and even doubted him.

He owes Xia Qingchen an apology.

However, Xia Qingchen will never receive it again.

The eldest son stood with his hands down. His emotions were as calm as he was. Facing the distant continent, his voice could not tell the vicissitudes of life: "the sky on the mainland is dark..."

"No, the whole era is dark." Zhongyun Wang's facial muscles are trembling gently.

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

Xia Qingchen is a genius of heaven and earth excavated by him from the dust, and he is the most proud person.

However, he still fell on the way of fighting between martial arts and Taoism.

If we say silent mourning, it is his greatest.

The night master also sighed deeply: "this is still the era of emperor's unification after all."

One mountain can't tolerate two tigers. In the end, it is still the old king.

Lord Huang's eyes were covered with tears and his old face was extremely lost: "I haven't recognized him yet."

Unfortunately, he never had a chance to call his grandson.

Linlang Island, which should have cheered, was silent this time, and their low mood haunted their hearts.

Han Xiangdong, son of Beiyuan jianzun, sat powerlessly on a stone.

He stared at the black area and whispered, "why can't you be happy?"

Xia Qingchen humiliated him and robbed him of his last month's marrow.

It's no exaggeration to say that he is a sworn enemy. If he had the opportunity, Han Xiangdong would like to stab him to death and make him disappear completely in the world.

However, seeing the passing of Xia Qingchen, he found that he was not happy.

There is no pleasure of revenge.

Yes, just unspeakable depression and loss.

Because Xia Qingchen's subsequent strong performance has deeply shocked Han Xiangdong and left an indelible mark on him.

That continuous burst of cultivation, the old Taoist's combat experience, and the last burst of blood moon.

Han Xiangdong, the enemy, was awed by everything.

He never thought that a person of his age could be so strong by mortals.

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

The leader of Linlang Island sighed gently: "we are sorry for him. We have sent my order to bury him between emperor Xu of Zhou and Emperor Mian's mausoleum, and bury him with the highest imperial specification!"

Although he died, he left unspeakable wounds to people in the world.

The fall of such a hero is the sorrow of the whole martial arts world.

At this time, after a long time, the black area finally began to decline.

It shrank and retreated one by one, and the ground was scarred, leaving a deep and smooth pit.

The sky is a vacuum!

In this state, Xia Qingchen is afraid that it is difficult to find a grain of ashes.

No bones, but so!

People's eyes retreated with the terrible nothingness.

When the black area completely retreats, everyone's pupils shrink!

In the middle of the black area, Emperor GUI stood unharmed. He bowed and panted, looking extremely tired.

The destructive wound caused by self attack in the chest heals very slowly.

It seems that the so-called counter injury also has limits, and it is difficult to have unlimited counter injury.

Every anti injury consumes the power of emperor's unity.

Just now, such a large-scale anti injury has hurt the vitality of emperor's unity.

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

But, before the emperor returns, there is a strange thing!

That's a sword, a lot of swords!

There are about eight swords. They are connected end to end and condensed into an octagonal body half a person high.

"What's that?"

"Has it happened before?"

"It should be some kind of secret skill of emperor's unification?"

Sonorous——

The eight swords moved slowly, and the sound of rubbing against each other was low and harsh.