Bang bang bang!

Qingyang remorseful, crying and kneeling on the snow, his hands couldn't stop beating the snow, his eyes were blank, but there were more than tears flowing, people only know what is precious after they are lost.

"I am not alone, I am not alone, I don't say ridiculous things"

"I don't envy the second or third sons, and I don't thank the gentle couch"

The bleak and lonely words of the old sword are like morning bells and dusk drums, echoing in Qingyang's ears for a long time, it is like a knife engraved on Qingyang's heart.

"Sword Old!"

"Sword Elder come back quickly!"

Qingyang roared in pain, his vision was completely blurred, and he kept shouting, hoping that Jian Lao could appear quietly as before, but he knew better than anyone else that Jian Lao actually burned his soul at his own expense in order to protect him! You know, burning the soul is simply burning life, and the original Jian Lao's soul is lacking, let alone burning, this burning, his existence must be wiped out.

This time, the sword elder will not appear again. He has vanished, and his soul belongs to all things in the heavens and the earth.

Within a radius of 100 miles, there was a dead silence and desolation, and the snow was particularly crazy in this area, and the desolation was like a storm tornado, and no one dared to approach it.

Shuangzhao downstairs, young people urge gray hair. Qingyang's mind flashed a scene of Jian Lao's bleak figure, and the pain was even more profound, Jian Lao, since when did he always follow him and never left. But what about himself, he was accustomed to it, and he was self-centered in everything, and he never considered Jian Lao's feelings, nor did he try to understand him.

Qingyang felt sad and regretful for a while, and he suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw Jian Lao.

The long flowing black and white hair, the deep black pupils, the vicissitudes of life, and the inexplicable blurred temperament, all of this shows that Jian Lao is a person with an extraordinary background and a profound story, but these are things that Qingyang has never thought about. He only knows to rely on Jian Lao, rely on Jian Lao!

"weishenme! Yes! It's because I'm too dependent on Jian Lao that he will leave me today!weishenme" Qingyang's emotions couldn't be controlled, his face was full of tears, and he may have long been unable to distinguish what is sobbing and what is tears.

If regret is useful, then the world will not have so many regrets.

Qingyang's body couldn't stop trembling, as if he was sobbing in pain, such a desolate meaning complemented the artistic conception of the sword downstairs, and in an instant, the snowflakes between heaven and earth stirred like crazy demons.

The wind and snow howled, like a whimper, like crying, like mourning.

"Ahh

Finally, Qingyang's emotions completely exploded, like a volcanic eruption, with a sad wail, resounding through the death prison forest.

Rumble!

A terrifying royal qi instantly exploded with Qingyang as the center, Qingyang's meridians had already broken open at the moment of waking up, and under the attraction of such emotions now, all the seals of the meridians were finally completely blasted open!

Not only that, but the Chong Belt Vein, which no one cared about, was also violently blasted open by the dragon and tiger-like royal qi at this moment, and the royal qi poured out in an instant, like a dam that opened the valve, rushing for thousands of miles.

Qingyang was swept by the terrifying tide of royal energy, and the vigor of that royal qi actually rushed directly to the sky, directly scattering the clouds in the sky, such a terrifying torrent of royal energy, what did Qingyang want to do?!

That's right!

The cultivation of Wang Qi, which had been suppressed for so long, finally broke out at this moment, and under the sadness of Jian Lao's departure, Qingyang subconsciously attracted Wang Qi, which was like the fuse that detonated the powder keg, out of control.

The snowflakes are surging, and under the influence of the sword Lao Shuangzhao downstairs, the entire middle of the Death Prison Forest is filled with that bleak artistic conception, and now this artistic conception is actually moving closer to Qingyang, as if the artistic conception has come to life, and he wants to help Qingyang.

Qingyang's eyes were split, his emotions were still so painful, no matter how much the royal qi in his body exploded, at this moment, he just wanted to release the royal qi and release his emotions, which would make him feel better.

"Where are you, Sword Senior?!" Qingyang shouted hoarsely again, and Wang Qi erupted again, like a bottomless well, bursting out regardless of the consequences.

Boom Boom!

The snow all around was swept away by this terrifying royal spirit, and the ground left mottled traces of royal energy, which were really shocking.

But even so, where can Jian Lao respond to him, at this moment, his soul has long been exhausted, and his soul has returned to the western sky.

The lights burn out the flowers in the water, and there is no other figure in the year!

Shout!

Qingyang held it with one hand, and the dancing sword came to his hand as if it was smart, and with a wave of the sword, a sword mark instantly exploded on the ground.

"Lonely groaning, poor generosity can't be sung!" When his consciousness was completely confused, Qingyang actually subconsciously waved his sword move with this desolate meaning, and that sword was a sword from Shuangzhao downstairs!

"I am not alone, and I don't say ridiculous words!!"

"Haha!" Qingyang laughed sadly, and there were words in his mouth, which was actually the one that Jian Lao had sung earlier.

What a bleak sentence, Qingyang's eyes were in tears, but they were tightly closed, he didn't need to look at anything anymore, he couldn't see Jian Lao, what else could he see?

"Ahh

Boom!

A shocking crack lay in front of Qingyang, and that crack was actually a foot deep.

At this moment, the blow that Qingyang unleashed, although it is not as skilled and terrifying as the sword elder, but its power is also enough to kill the strong man in the Rendu realm! It's just that at the moment, Qingyang is using that anger and the residual sadness in the environment to use it, otherwise Qing** can't swing this sword, even if it's a starting style, it's not Qingyang in front of him who can swing it!

Bite!

The long sword was plunged into the ground, Qingyang had no strength, and the blow just now had already poured out his liliang.

"I don't envy the second or third son, I don't thank the gentle couch!!"

A low roar came out, Qingyang, who had already wilted, had a miserable laugh and desolate meaning at the corner of his mouth, and the surface of his body actually burst out with royal qi again, and that royal qi directly rubbed his cultivation upwards fiercely!

Chong Belt Realm Xiaocheng!

Chong Belt Realm Dacheng!

Boom! It's not over yet, rush to the top of the realm!

Finally, the galloping and crazy royal qi stopped its momentum at the moment of the peak of the Chong Belt Realm, and slowly entered Qingyang's body!

If Jian Lao was still there, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thought that this Broken Seal Creation Pill would actually enable Qingyang to break through to the peak of the Chong Belt Realm in one fell swoop!

Of course, such strength and such a breakthrough are all under the protection of Jian Lao, and the acquisition of these liliang made De Qingyang pay for Jian Lao's life!

"No matter how strong Liliang is, what if you do it for me, but I can't do anything, I can't do anything, I'm cowardly! I hate!" Qin Yang bit his lip and was bleeding a little, but his eyes slowly overflowed with blood.

This time, he didn't use the Evil Eye.

Rumble!

A terrifying roar of courage exploded, and as soon as the king's anger stopped, the bottleneck of courage was suppressed, and finally broke out at this moment.

(P: The seal of the king's qi has finally been unlocked.) The plot will also slowly push to the first big climax. In fact, from the current point of view, everyone should be able to feel the direction of this book, it is not a comedy, and of course it is not entirely a tragedy. I can only say that novels with perfect endings are not real enough, and I want to write novels that are life and death, joy and pain, joy and sorrow. Of course, at present, the book is still 108,000 miles away from the ending, and the story has just begun. ）