Looking at the tragic back of the "enemy", the middle-aged man couldn't suppress the responsibility of avenging Jiang Shen after all.

In the end, the middle-aged man's eyes crossed with a touch of determination, and after exhaling heavily, he said softly: "Hei Tan up and down, listen to the order of this seat, and kill this fang!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several columns of sky-high water poured out of the entire Black Tan Lake in an instant.

One figure after another appeared around the white-haired man, surrounding him.

Every figure that contains monstrous black qi is a Yuan Shen Realm cultivation.

Ten deaths are lifeless, and they will die.

And this Black Tan Lord didn't care about the battle situation, in his opinion, Zhou Qingdu, whose life was in danger at any time, would no longer have the opportunity to escape from the hands of more than ten Yuan Shen Realm Black Jiao.

He just silently went to the desert and collected the body for the child who had fought all his life.

More than a dozen dragons from the black pool appeared on the surface of this abyss-like lake, and the heavens and the earth were also trembling.

As if he hadn't seen them, the white-headed man walked on his own.

A demon king of the Heitan Yuan God Realm made a move, only to see that he just waved his hand slightly, and the surface of the lake lifted a tornado, and slaughtered towards the man's figure.

Zhou Qingwan didn't look back, but silently read a sentence in his heart:

"Burning souls."

In an instant, Zhou Qingdu's originally weak aura rose again at this moment, and he still didn't stop, but the sword behind his back was gone.

Looking at it again, his last sword actually split the tornado water curtain in an instant, but it didn't stop there.

The sword that all the demons couldn't see the grade of the sword actually split into more than ten in an instant, and they went towards these more than ten Black Tan Jiaolong.

At this moment, only the sword qi of heaven and earth was sonorous, and before the man with tears in his eyes completely disappeared, this sword, the sword qi was endless.

Zhou Qingdui dragged his seriously injured body out of the lake slowly, and walked on a meadow, but why did it snow heavily in the meadow where flowers were blooming everywhere?

At this time, there was only one ray of vitality left, and the soul of a figure outlined by a blood-colored silk thread connected to the sea of consciousness had begun to gradually become illusory and fade.

This man, who is only twenty-three years old today, is constantly bleeding from the corners of his mouth, body, and head.

And his whole person doesn't seem to have a good place.

At this moment, Zhou Qingdui seemed to have forgotten the torture and pain caused by his body and soul.

He just walked forward abruptly, one step at a time......

Finally, at a certain moment, a black pool dragon took the lead in breaking through the sword qi and roared angrily: "How should you take my sword?" ”

I saw him raise his hand slightly, and from under the surface of the lake, more than ten flying swords rushed out in an instant, and under the movement of his mind, the flying swords all headed towards the figure of the white-haired man.

Outside of life and death, there is only love.

Zhou Qingdu's figure stopped, he slowly raised his head, looked at the road ahead, and in a trance, there seemed to be a magnificent hall in front of him, and the word "Dragon Emperor" was engraved on the plaque.

It was also at this moment that seemed to finally see hope, sword after sword from his back through his entire body.

Zhou Qingdui looked at the illusory dream-like hall in his eyes, and finally smiled miserably,

"Miss Lin, I'm sorry ......"

In just six words, this young but early-haired man seemed to have exhausted his life's strength to say it with difficulty.

In the end, the man fell to his knees, but was supported by the long swords that pierced his body one after another, and he even fell to the ground without relief.

On a certain mountain, there is a middle-aged man in a purple robe, and the dragon is rolling.

The world calls him, the Dragon Emperor of Beiming.

He just looked at the white-haired young man with complicated eyes, and finally turned his head to look at the other side, as if he saw a plain dress coming, and muttered, "Idiot......"

......

At the same time, on a high mountain in the Eastern Regions of Tianqian, he was fighting with an old man, and the tall young man who was in full swing suddenly stopped.

The plainly dressed old man frowned and looked at his apprentice and asked, "Why did you stop?" ”

The young martial artist named Lu Zhengchun subconsciously took out a token engraved with the word "Zhou" from his sleeve robe, and a crack suddenly appeared on the already dim token.

Seeing this, the old man's face also became a little solemn.

Lu Zhengchun's calm face made it difficult to see the expression on his face, but in the end, the young martial artist just looked to the north and said in a deep voice: "Master, the apprentice is no longer practicing......

......

The surface of the lake churned, and after a moment it returned to calm, and the remnants of sword qi were scattered like scraps of white paper.

More than ten Black Tan Yuan God Realm Demon Kings all came to the side of the Black Tan Lord in an instant.

The Lord of Black Tan glanced at the white-haired man who had been almost completely destroyed by more than ten flying swords on the grass on the top of the mountain, and finally shook his head and was about to leave.

The heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and a storm surged.

There are three feet of Qingfeng coming from thousands of miles away, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the people of Hei Tan!

Along with the flying sword, there was also a voice whistling:

"Senior brother is a step late, please don't blame senior brother!"

This sword was fleeting, and when everyone reacted again, it had already penetrated the head of a Black Tan Yuan God Realm dragon!

After a sword, a swordsman with a sword scabbard and a wine bottle appeared in front of everyone!

But his body is illusory, and it turns out to be just a doppelganger.

At the same time, a figure carried the sky-high flames and went straight to the white-haired man on the top of the mountain!

The Lord of Black Tan didn't care about the firelight, but stared at the swordsman with a hat, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency? The young man killed my Hei Tan Holy Son in advance, and my clan's action can be regarded as revenge, and Your Excellency killed one of my clan's people, do you really want to fight with my Hei Tan endlessly? ”

The swordsman chuckled lightly, and pushed the hat on his head with an illusory hand, but said coldly: "I don't know it, and I dare to come out and mix?" ”

After the words fell, the swordsman who came here as a clone was as if he was one with heaven and earth, and every word was like a thunderbolt roaring in the sky, exploding in the hearts of all the Heitan Jiao clans!

"What makes sense? If you are allowed to kill my junior brother, you will not allow me, who is a senior brother, to seek justice? The swordsman looked at the lord of the black pool indifferently, and did not restrain his anger at all!

As he spoke, the swordsman in the hat started to condense his sword qi and kill a black Jiao who was trembling in all his heart.

The Lord of the Blackpool let out a heavy breath: "Since I am here today, Your Excellency has no possibility of killing my people again!" ”

The Lord of the Black Pool slapped out with one palm, and a column of water was like a sharp blade unsheathed and scattered the sword qi!

Seeing this, the swordsman didn't make any waves, just raised his hand a little, and a sword qi slowly condensed, pointing at the lord of the black pool: "I never like to be reasonable, but the revenge of the little junior brother, I must be avenged as a senior brother!" ”

The wind and rain between heaven and earth changed suddenly, and there were two figures that reached the sky above the heavenly dome, and the battle was earth-shattering!

Some people had palpitations: "If that person just now shoots with all his strength, none of us can take his sword!" ”

On the top of the mountain, the young man in the Taoist robe who had not been suppressed by the wind and frost for seven years stood dozens of miles away and looked at the desperate back of the white-haired man, and for a while, the thousand words that should have been at the time of the reunion turned into a lost soul.

This genius Huo Xiu named Yang Zhao approached the white-haired figure step by step, but his voice was very low by the man's tragic appearance, "Xiao Dui, brother, I'm here to pick you up......"

But at this time, no matter what he said, it seemed to be so pale and weak.

Perhaps, regret is the norm in the world.

In the end, Yang Zhao didn't say anything, just sat beside Zhou Qingdui indifferently, picked up the wine bottle on the white-haired man's waist and gently put it in his hand, and took the wine bottle that had been used for many years from his waist and touched it, drinking all the sadness and powerlessness into his stomach.

Pain is unspeakable, and what is said is relief, not pain.

After taking a sip of wine, Yang Zhao suddenly smiled and patted Zhou Qingdui's shoulder as usual. Only this time, he frantically transferred his vitality and true qi to the people around him.

"Twilight, you've had a much harder life than me, I can die, but you can't."

Yang Zhao's vitality disappeared rapidly in the operation of the secret method, but he had never been so calm.

And the man with a pale face as frost seemed to suddenly have a trace of consciousness, and the arm on the other side suddenly moved.

Yang Zhao was naturally able to detect it, and turned his head happily.

But the next moment, the man, whose hair was the color of his face, raised his arm with great difficulty and slowly, and gently placed it on the big hand that pressed on his shoulder, but he gently lowered the trembling big hand.

The vitality that had just been connected was blocked again.

Yang Zhao's eyes were ruddy, and he carried the broken body of the white-haired man in front of him on his back and walked slowly.

"Let's go, go home."

He didn't care whether the man behind him heard it or not, and he was talking to himself, but he was already in tears.

Feeling the gradual coldness of the body behind him, Yang Zhao subconsciously walked faster and faster.

But no matter how fast he ran, the man could never be the same again.

At this time, there seemed to be something on the top of Yang Zhao's head, but he no longer cared about these changes, and he never stopped.

But soon, a plain dress fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

Cheng Shuang, Cheng Shuang, no dust and frost.

Looking at that person's peerless face, which can be called a country and a city, Yang Zhao didn't have the slightest wave in his heart, but said indifferently: "Get out of the way." ”

The plain-clothed woman ignored his words, and instead looked at the miserable man with his white hair behind him.

Yang Zhao didn't recognize the woman, he just glanced at it, and then indifferently passed past her.

At this time, the weak voice of the white-haired man, who was clearly no longer alive, came to his ears and also fell on the ears of the plain-clothed woman.

"Miss Lin."

The plain-clothed woman's body trembled, looking at the man's tearful face in a daze, a pair of clear eyes could not suppress the gloom in her heart, and gradually blurred.

It turns out that young people like it, and there are really people who can do it unreasonably and desperately.