Chapter 1688

If this is the case, then everything you have done before has become useless. Although the fact is a little heartbreaking, if the king of Dharma protection does not die, everything will be meaningless!

"Are you going to lose?" Chen Xiao looked at the sky, the whole person's eyes with a strong color of despair.

"We're not at the same level with him at all. There's nothing we can do," Hua Qingcheng said. She approached Chen a little and laughed a little. She looked up at his side face.

Now, Chen Xiao is a little relieved. She turns her head and gently touches Hua Qingcheng's face and says, "anyway, we have done everything we can. If it doesn't work, it proves that heaven doesn't protect me."

"I don't see how the heaven chooses, I only see you --" Hua Qingcheng said, as if realizing that this time he really has more breasts than good ones.

She didn't take care of the countless dead and injured practitioners around, and gently put her head on Chen Xiao's shoulder: "we agreed that where you go - I'll go."

"The end of the earth, the end of the earth?" Chen Xiao reaches out her hand and hugs her gently.

"The end of the world, the end of the earth, the end of the world!" Hua Qingcheng said something perceptual.

At this time, Hua Qingcheng seems to be two people compared with her previous arrogance. Maybe she can't help it when she is facing death.

"Qing Cheng --" Chen Xiao hugged him and looked at the more and more dense black air around him, with a stillness like stagnant water in his eyes.

He is not afraid. The enemy in front of him is too strong and has exceeded the range they can bear. There is only one way they can do now - to die!

"Well." Hua Qingcheng sees Chen Xiao and shouts himself, and immediately answers.

"You say - can master Feng come here?" Chen Xiao looks at the approaching Dharma king in front of him, and his tone is a bit hasty.

"It must be Mentioning her own Fuqing, Hua Qingcheng's ashen eyes showed a strong worship and hope.

"Why are you so sure?" Chen Xiao asked.

Hua Qingcheng smiles with pride, hugs Chen and says: "because he is the sea of wind! It's Longyuan sword God! He knows that there are too many people praying for him to appear at this moment, so I believe he will come! "

Said Hua Qingcheng, in the heart and looked at the direction of the wind and the sea closed, silently read a sentence: "right? Father - "

as soon as the idea of Hua Qingcheng emerged, there was an extremely loud explosion in the tomb of ten thousand swords in Longyuan!

Feng Canghai is sitting in tens of thousands of decayed broken swords. His face is red and white, and he seems to feel something. As soon as he opens his eyes, he shouts out involuntarily: "Qing Cheng --!"

After a shout, he looked around and saw that he was still in the tomb of ten thousand swords.

He stood up in chagrin and kept walking back. He saw that the huge stone wall behind the ten thousand sword tomb was now full of sword moves.

Feng Canghai read it carefully, then shook his head again and sighed: "why not! What's wrong? "

When he finished his sentence, he clenched his fists, and in a moment, the powerful sword spirit suddenly appeared on his hands. If he let it out, it would be shocking. But fengcanghai felt that it was not enough, because he had not realized sword thirteen.

"Sword thirteen, sword thirteen, where are you?" Wind Canghai murmured to himself, heart suddenly is a stabbing pain, seems to have a premonition of the general. Tqr1

seems to be able to smell a strong magic gas, constantly approaching.

"I really don't have much time left. I - what am I supposed to do? " Wind Canghai eyes emerge a thick color of confusion, and carefully toward those sword moves to see again.

These days, he is not without progress, for sword can be said to benefit a lot, but this is not enough, can't realize sword thirteen, he has always been just a heaven of wind Canghai, but if realize sword thirteen, wind Canghai faintly feel, even if the Eastern Emperor's death can also have a war.

After looking at it for a while, I still didn't see the slightest improvement. As soon as Feng Canghai gritted his teeth, a thick dignified color appeared in his eyes: "today is the deadline of the seed conference. I realize that sword 13 is far away."

"If we drag on any longer, it will be too late for everything. I have a rotten life in the wind and the sea. It's not a pity to die, but all the people in the world can't die because of it."

"The fifth younger martial brother did not hesitate to commit suicide in order to quell the war. How could I lose to him?"

The wind Canghai said that the whole body's real Qi soared here. He looked at the sword move in front of him, and the whole person was hanging up in the air, with a commanding momentum.

"This war is the last one in my life. If I can't save the world, I can't talk about everything after that. There are also five younger martial brothers

"Elder martial brother, the strength of Tianjing is at its peak, approaching the Holy Land! However, in order to protect the portal, we do not hesitate to seal the portal with 90% genuine Qi to ensure peace. "

"The fourth younger martial brother leads Gu wulongmen and fights with the moon worship God all day long. What the fifth younger martial brother did was to make up for the original fault! Die for it! How can I compare with them? "Said here, there was a strong color of determination in his eyes: "this time, even if it costs my whole life, I will realize sword Thirteen!"

Speaking of this, Feng Canghai's eyes suddenly coagulated, his whole body Qi was running at a high speed, and those sword moves were moving like a movie in his eyes.

At the same time, his whole face is rapidly aging!

At this time, Feng Canghai forced himself to comprehend sword thirteen at the cost of Shouyuan!

He quickly opened, looking at those sword moves, his life is also decreasing, decreasing, decreasing again!

"Come on! Come on! Even if this life can only send a move! I'm going to send out my sword, too His pupils are constantly shrinking, the whole person's eyes have fallen into a strong color of madness.

With the exhaustion of his life, the time he spent hanging in the air was also gradually decreasing, and those sword moves that had been in his mind for thousands of times were still rapidly excessive at this time.

Wind Canghai in which, as if looking for a needle in a haystack in general, which spark.

Besides this method, he had no other way to quickly comprehend sword thirteen.

Even now, everything is hanging, because he is forced to pay for his life, to concentrate on looking for that point of opportunity.

"I found it!" Finally, at a certain moment, a strong color of excitement appeared in the face of the wind and the sea. Suddenly, the pupil opened, and a strong color of joy appeared in the whole person's face.

He immediately rushed down and began to meditate in wanjianzhong.

At this time, he was haggard. He was handsome before. At this time, he was like a centenarian, and his hair was very gray.

His hands kept closing, and a small sword with white light in the middle was slowly converging, and then it became bigger and bigger.