Looking at the tragic back of his "enemy", the middle-aged man could not hold back his responsibility to avenge Jiang Chen.

Finally, a look of determination flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. After taking a deep breath, he said softly: "Everyone in the Black Hall, listen to my order and kill this beast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several water pillars shot up from the entire Heitan Lake.

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

Every figure containing overwhelming black energy is at the Yuanshen realm.

Ten deaths and no life, a situation of certain death.

The Lord of the Black Tan did not care about the situation of the battle. In his opinion, Zhou Qingmu, whose life was in danger at any time, had no chance of escaping from the hands of more than ten Yuanshen realm black dragons.

He just walked silently into the desert and collected the body of the child who had been fighting all his life.

More than ten black pool dragons appeared on the abyss-like lake, and the heaven and earth were trembling.

The white-haired man seemed to have not seen them and walked forward on his own.

A black pool Yuanshen realm demon king took action. He just waved his hand slightly, and a tornado rose up from the lake and rushed towards the man's figure.

Zhou Qingmu did not look back, but silently recited one sentence in his heart:

"Burn the soul."

In an instant, Zhou Qingmu's originally weak aura rose again. He still did not stop, but the sword on his back was gone.

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

The sword, whose grade none of the demons could tell, instantly split into more than a dozen swords, each heading towards the dozen black dragons.

At this moment, the only sound left in the world was the sword energy. Before the man with tears in his eyes completely disappeared, the sword energy continued.

Zhou Qingmu dragged his seriously injured body slowly out of the lake and walked on a grassland. But why was it snowing heavily in a grassland that was clearly full of flowers?

At this time, there was only a glimmer of hope left in him, and the soul of a human figure outlined by a bloody thread in the sea of ​​​​consciousness began to gradually become illusory and fade away.

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 looked like there was no perfect place.

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

He just walked forward numbly, each step slower than the other...

Finally at a certain moment, a black pool dragon took the lead in breaking through the sword energy and roared: "How are you going to catch my sword?"

He raised his hand slightly, and instantly more than ten flying swords rushed out from under the lake. With a thought in his mind, the flying swords all headed towards the figure of the white-haired man.

Beyond life and death, there is only love.

Zhou Qingmu's figure stopped. He slowly raised his head and looked at the road ahead. In a daze, there seemed to be a magnificent hall in front of him, with the word "Dragon Emperor" engraved on the plaque.

It was also at this moment when he seemed to finally see hope that one sword after another penetrated his entire body from his back.

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

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

It was just six words that this young man with gray hair seemed to have spent his whole life trying to say.

Finally, the man knelt down heavily, but his body was held up by the long swords that penetrated his body one after another, and he even fell to the ground unable to relax.

On a certain hilltop, there was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, with a mighty dragon rolling over him.

The world calls him the Dragon King of Beiming.

He just looked at the white-haired young man with complicated eyes, and finally turned to look to the other side, as if he saw a man in plain clothes coming towards him, and murmured: "Idiot..."

...

At the same time, on a high mountain in the eastern region of Tiangan, a tall young man was fighting an old man with fists and kicks. The tall young man was fighting fiercely and suddenly stopped.

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

A young warrior named Lu Zhengchun subconsciously took out a token with the word "zhou" engraved on it from his sleeve robe. A crack suddenly appeared on the already dim token.

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

Lu Zhengchun's face was so sullen that one could not clearly 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, my disciple is no longer practicing..."

...

The lake surface churned, then returned to calm after a while, and the remaining sword energy scattered like scraps of white paper.

More than ten demon kings from the Black Tan Yuan Shen realm came to the side of the Black Tan Lord in an instant.

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

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

A three-foot green front came from thousands of miles away, cut through the sky and headed straight for the people in Heitan!

Along with the flying sword, there was also a roar of words:

"Senior brother came a step late, please don't blame me, junior brother!"

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

After the sword was struck, a swordsman in a hat with a scabbard on his waist and a wine gourd appeared in front of everyone!

But his figure seemed to be illusory, it turned out to be just a clone.

At the same time, a figure carried the flames soaring into the sky and headed straight for the white-haired man on the top of the mountain!

The Lord of Heitan did not care about the fire, but stared at the swordsman in the bamboo hat, and said solemnly: "Your Excellency? Earlier, that young man killed my Holy Son of Heitan in advance, and my tribe's action was regarded as revenge, and Your Excellency took action to kill him again. Is a member of my clan really going to fight me to the death?"

The swordsman in the bamboo hat chuckled lightly, pushed the bamboo hat on his head with his illusory hand, but said coldly: "I don't even know you, how dare you come out to hang out?"

After saying these words, the swordsman in the bamboo hat who was obviously just a clone who came here seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and every word was like the roar of thunder, exploding in the hearts of all the Black Pool Jiao Clan!

"What's the point? Just allow your clan to kill my little junior brother, but not allow me, the senior brother, to seek justice?" The swordsman in the bamboo hat looked at the Lord of the Black Pool indifferently, without restraining his anger at all!

With that said, the swordsman in the bamboo hat started to use his sword energy to kill a black dragon whose liver and gallbladder were trembling.

The Lord of the Black Pool exhaled heavily: "Since I am here today, there is no possibility for you to kill my people again!"

The Lord of the Black Pool struck out with a palm, and a water column was drawn out like a sharp blade to scatter the sword energy!

The swordsman in the bamboo hat didn't feel the slightest reaction when he saw this. He just raised his hand, and a sword energy slowly condensed, pointing at the Lord of the Black Pool from a distance: "I never like to talk too much, but the hatred of my junior brother, I take it for granted. Senior brother must be repaid!"

The wind and rain between heaven and earth suddenly changed, and there were two sky-reaching figures on the sky, fighting an earth-shattering battle!

Some people have lingering fears: "If that man had struck with all his strength, none of us would have been able to take his sword!"

On the top of the mountain, the young man in Taoist robes 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. For a moment, the thousands of words that should have been said at the reunion turned into despair.

The genius fire cultivator named Yang Zhao approached the white-haired figure step by step, but his voice was lowered by the man's miserable appearance, "Xiaomu, brother, I'm here to pick you up..."

But at this time, no matter what I say, it seems so pale and weak.

Perhaps regret is the norm in the world.

In the end, Yang Zhao said nothing more. He just sat next to Zhou Qingmu indifferently. He picked up the wine gourd from the white-haired man's waist and gently put it in his hand. Then he took off the wine gourd that had been used for many years from his own waist.

I touched the wine gourd and drank all the sadness and powerlessness into my stomach.

Pain cannot be expressed. What is expressed is relief, not pain.

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

"Xiaomu, your life has been much harder than mine. I can fucking die, but you can't."

Yang Zhao's vitality was rapidly disappearing as the secret method was running, but he had never been so calm.

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

Yang Zhao was naturally aware of it and turned his head happily.

But the next moment, the man with hair the same color as his face slowly and laboriously raised his arm, gently placed it on the big hand on his shoulder, and then gently put down the trembling hand.

The vitality that had just been connected was blocked again.

Yang Zhao's eyes were red, he picked up the broken body of the white-haired man in front of him and walked slowly.

"Let's go home."

He didn't care whether the man behind him heard him or not, he was talking to himself, but tears were already streaming down his face.

Feeling the body behind him getting colder, Yang Zhao subconsciously walked faster and faster.

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

At this time, something seemed to pass over Yang Zhao's head, but he no longer cared about these changes and never stopped.

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

Cheng Shuang, Cheng Shuang, not stained by dust or frost.

Seeing that man's peerless face that could be said to be the most beautiful thing in a country, Yang Zhao didn't feel any emotion in his heart and just said indifferently: "Get out of the way."

The woman in plain clothes turned a deaf ear to his words, but looked at the miserable man behind him with his white hair disheveled.

Yang Zhao did not recognize this woman. He just glanced at her and then passed her indifferently.

But at this time, the weak voice of the white-haired man who clearly had no trace of life left reached his ears, and also fell on the ears of the woman in plain clothes.

"Miss Lin."

The body of the woman in plain clothes trembled, and she stared blankly at the man's face with tears still in it. Her clear eyes could not suppress the gloom in her heart, and gradually blurred.
Chapter completed!