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God King, too powerful, almost invincible existence, even if the revival of the statue, but also the difference of a thousand miles.

It is an insurmountable gully.

The dragon runs through his body. He falls down, and his consciousness begins to dim and blur. The whole person is convulsed. The Qi sea in his body is pressed down, and the power of the God King overwhelms him.

He began to feel the real death and began to suffocate.

Even at this moment, he completely calmed down, and some pictures appeared in his mind, which were 60 years ago.

Since he started to enter the Red Star College, and then competed with a group of people for the number of places in the Fifth Academy, he became a little younger martial brother in that small yard, and he enjoyed all the doting.

They practice together, play together, walk through the mountains with spring breeze, valleys full of summer flowers, streets with colorful leaves, and cold winter.

Time, years

At that time, he was like a little child.

He has many senior brothers and sisters, many friends, and even his beloved woman.

But a turmoil broke out, all of which disappeared in the world. In the turmoil, he was the only one who survived.

So, he had a new life plan, he learned to be strong and strong, he learned to put away those smiles, silence, and began to think about the future of life.

He had cried bitterly for countless times. In the middle of the night, his eyes filled with tears recalled all the past, and once thought of killing the Holy Land in anger to avenge the elder martial brothers and sisters.

However, every time I think of the responsibility on my shoulder, all of them pass away in a sigh.

Pain, what an old word.

Sixty years later, the time is not very long, nor short, he finally tired, he can finally give up all this, peaceful leave.

Perhaps, death is the best way for him to extricate himself.

The purple God changes and shrinks, and the old Dean is separated from it. He lies weak on the ground and looks at the sky quietly.

Pooh!

Suddenly, a sharp sword pierced his chest.

Zhuo Yilin's ferocious face appeared in his sight. The dean's consciousness was very dim. He could not hear what he was saying, but it was obviously not a good thing.

Then, Zhuo Yilin stabbed down again with a sword, looking ferocious and ruthless.

Qin Meng, sitting cross legged, opened his eyes with difficulty, and just saw such a picture. His whole body was shaking violently, his eyes were scarlet, and the swords of common people in his body were buzzing, and the sound of mourning was penetrating nine days.

As if feeling the terrible intention of killing, Zhuo Yilin pulled out his sword and ran away without looking back.

"Teacher." Qin Meng came to the old man and raised his body. He cried tremblingly.

"From today on, you are the dean." He gasped as if he had exhausted all his talent to say this.

Boom!

Deep in the sky, a purple light fell down and smashed a huge pit on the ruins. Then, with a bang, the purple sword on the ground broke inch by inch.

The young guard in purple began to grow old and dry. He called out, "my sword."

The blue guards are still fighting, with long hair and shawls, and hunting in their clothes, but their bodies are penetrated in many places, and a series of terrible blood holes appear. Maybe, he won't last long.

On the other side, Chen Qisheng was invincible, and his talismans burst out, crushing the sky, and almost inflicting a heavy blow on Shangguan.

Just at the critical moment, the God King of rocking Lake did.

After half an hour's war, Chen Qisheng was unable to continue and exhausted. He was stabbed by a sharp sword from the king of God, and the whole person fell down like a kite with a broken string.

Lost.

He lost, exhausted all, eventually unable to kill Shangguan.

It's a tragedy.

Red Star College also lost, all of which turned into ruins, dead and injured, leaving only a piece of dust.

The capital city is full of corpses, bloody large, like hell on earth, some people have escaped, looking back, heart suffocation.

No one to speak, the scene is very quiet, only the breeze blowing, rolling through the grass, lane, door crack, pull out some sound, more like that a sad tune in the echo.

Hum!

Once again, the clear sound of the sword came out, like the cry of a child, resounding through the whole sky. It was a very broken black sword, which was obliquely inserted in the ruins.

But at this time, the huge black sword, but by people's blood dyed red, looks incomparably strange.

"Teacher, it's the sword." A woman spoke.

"I feel a sad cry."

"Is it crying?" Another woman opened her mouth with wide eyes, full of incomprehension.

Although the sword looks strange, it is too broken and has a lot of defects. Moreover, the sword is very ordinary, with little momentum and no luster.In their eyes, this is just an ordinary sword, but at this moment, the ordinary sword is sending out such a roar.

There is sadness, there is desolation, there is a restless and suffocating beating.

"Magic." Li Tuo can see through the essence of the black sword in his eyes. At the next moment, she reaches down with her big hand and wants to catch it.

However, although the big hand grasped the black sword, he was unable to pull it out, as if the sword in his hand was no longer a sword, but a heavy mountain.

"It's weird." She frowned and let go of her big hand.

"Ha ha! Can't even elder martial sister take it? " Shangguan burst out laughing, but he didn't try to take the sword. Instead, his eyes fell on Qin Meng's body: "cut the grass to remove the roots!"

"Lord God, please don't worry. I'll take care of him." A strong man from the heaven came out and said, without waiting for Shangguan to make a noise, he strode down.

Gollum!

Qin Meng turned to his face, picked up the wine pot and drank it. The sword of the common people in his hand shook slightly, releasing an inexplicable breath.

"You are not his opponent. Let me do it!" Fang Xuexue came back here, holding the bronze box in her hand. She was not sure whether she could revive the talisman alone.

But the current situation clearly does not allow her to hesitate.

Qin Meng shook his head and did not speak. He stood here quietly, holding the common sword in his hand.

Fang Xuexue came step by step.

Just then, in the small yard, the man with the strange mask came out.

Seeing him, I don't know why, people all have a sense of suffocation, but also a sense of uneasiness, as if to see the arrival of hell killing God.

Step by step, he did not speak or pay attention to anyone. He came to the black sword and pulled it out.

"Hey, you're not dead yet. It's just right." The powerful man of Hao family laughed coldly and went down with the king's weapon.

"Interesting." Another strong man of the heaven also laughed.

"You Afraid of death? " Qin Meng opened his eyes and spoke softly.

"The sword is lonely." Li Yi's hoarse voice also spread out. Immediately, he made a move, and the huge sword dyed red in his hand waved out at will.

No momentum, no light, ordinary sword, but this sword