The wound on the broken leg was smooth and smooth, as if it had not been cut but suddenly disappeared.
It wasn't until a few moments later that he felt the sharp pain coming from his thigh. After screaming, he fell outside the imperial court.
King Zhongyun stepped forward, quickly pulled him back, and applied healing medicine to him, hoping to recover his broken leg as soon as possible.
He stared solemnly at the huge black area in front of him. After years of looking at the world, he felt fear for the first time.
This is definitely not damage that can be caused by cultivation.
It is absolutely impossible for someone as powerful as Linlang Island Master to cause similar destruction.
Only the terrifying profound bloodline can do it!
The head of the Ye family also had his eyelids twitching wildly, just a little bit away from them all having to explain here: "It is too dangerous for the emperor to return to oneness!"
"Isn't it Xia Qingchen that we should be worried about?" The Huang family leader's tone was indescribably low.
Gu Qianhen shrugged and sighed: "Is there any need to worry?"
With such a terrifying void backlash, Linlang Island Master would definitely die if he fell into it.
What's more, Xia Qingchen is in the center of nothingness.
He has no bones left!
The mainland side stared blankly at the huge black area, with unspeakable sadness in their hearts.
Such an unparalleled genius who has amazed time and space for thousands of years just... died?
From now on, there will be no more Xia Qingchen in the world.
Only a little bit of writing and ink remains in history.
A hundred years from now, a thousand years from now, someone may accidentally turn to the history of that year.
Turning over, in history, there once appeared a genius named Xia Qingchen.
He once created the unprecedented Nineteenth Month, which dazzled the entire time and space, and stunned the eyes of countless people.
Then, like a comet sweeping across the vast sky, it quickly disappeared.
Perhaps, future generations will sigh for this, perhaps, they will turn the page lightly, perhaps, they will just laugh.
In short.
He has been buried in the ruthless years.
One day, it suddenly started to rain lightly.
I don't know whether it was the violent explosion that caused climate change, or whether the sky shed tears for the genius's fall.
Cold raindrops fell on every stunned face.
The rain is falling, but the coolness is refreshing.
"Master! Don't leave! Don't leave!" Ye Linglong's big, startled eyes were full of tears, pouring down like floods after a bursting embankment.
She lay on the fence and cried uncontrollably.
Probably, she is the only girl who can cry unscrupulously for Xia Qingchen, can feel heartfelt sadness for Xia Qingchen, and can forget Xia Qingchen's passing.
Her cries, filled with deep sadness, affected everyone present.
Zhang Xiaofeng lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palms.
But tears still seeped out from between the fingers inadvertently, flowing along the blood-stained back of the hand, to the wrist, and then spread to the gently moving arm.
Her cry was silent.
Because the crying is all in my heart.
Fanyin Miao sat weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the huge nothingness. She wiped the tears on her face and forced a charming smile: "I can't cry. I haven't charmed him yet. How can I cry?"
However, the charm accompanied by tears is particularly desolate.
Night Demon Qiong leaned lonely in the corner, with his face raised, letting the rain hit his face, and murmuring dully: "Why are you doing this? I didn't even have time to apologize."
Thinking of how many times I had rejected Xia Qingchen's kindness and even doubted him, my heart felt like a knife.
He owed Xia Qingchen an apology.
However, Xia Qingchen could no longer receive it.
The eldest prince stood with his hands behind his hands, his emotions as calm as his. Facing the distant continent, his voice was indescribable with vicissitudes of life: "The sky on the mainland is dark..."
"No, the whole era has gone dark." King Zhongyun's facial muscles were trembling slightly.
His eyes were dry and moist, all in his heart.
Xia Qingchen was a genius of heaven and earth that he dug out from the dust, and he was the person he was most proud of.
However, he still fell in the middle of the martial arts competition.
When it comes to silent mourning, he is the most prosperous.
The head of the Ye family also sighed deeply: "This, after all, still belongs to the era of the emperor's return to unity."
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and the one who remains in the end is still the old king.
The Huang Family Master's eyes were filled with tears, and his old face looked extremely disappointed: "I haven't recognized him yet."
It's a pity that he never had the chance to call his grandson again.
The Linlang Island side, which should have been cheering for joy, was silent this time, and a low mood lingered in their hearts.
Han Xiangdong, the son of Beiyuan Sword Master, sat helplessly on a stone.
He stared blankly at the black area and murmured: "Why can't you be happy?"
Xia Qingchen gave him great shame and humiliation, and took away his supreme moon essence.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a sworn enemy. If given the chance, Han Xiangdong would like to stab him to death with a sword and make him disappear from the world completely.
However, after witnessing Xia Qingchen's passing, he found that he couldn't be happy.
There is no satisfying feeling of revenge.
Some are just unspeakable depression and loss.
Because Xia Qingchen's subsequent powerful performance has deeply shocked Han Xiangdong and left an indelible mark on him.
The continuous bursts of cultivation, the experienced combat experience, and the final burst of blood moon.
Everything made Han Xiangdong, an enemy, awe-inspiring.
He never thought that a person of his age could be so powerful with a mortal body.
Therefore, no one could be happy about Xia Qingchen's death.
The owner of Linlang Island sighed softly: "We are sorry for him. I ordered him to be buried between the mausoleums of Emperor Zhou Xu and Emperor Mian, with the highest imperial standards!"
Although he died, he left the living with unspeakable trauma.
The death of such a great talent is a tragedy for the entire martial arts world.
At this point, the black area finally began to subside after lasting for a long time.
It shrank piece by piece, and where it retreated, the ground was covered with devastation, leaving behind a huge, round pit hundreds of feet deep.
The sky is a vacuum!
In such a state, Xia Qingchen might not even be able to find a single ashes.
No bones left, that’s all!
Everyone's eyes followed the terrifying void area as it retreated.
When the black area completely retreated, everyone's pupils shrank!
In the center of the black area, Di Gui stood unscathed. He was hunched over and panting, looking extremely exhausted.
The destructive wound on the chest caused by his own attack healed extremely slowly.
It seems that the so-called retaliation has limits, and it is difficult to retaliate without limit.
Every time he retaliates, Di Guiyi's power will be consumed.
The massive counterattack just now has already damaged Di Guiyi's vitality.
But what surprised them was not that Di Guiyi was safe and sound.
Instead, there was something strange existing in front of Di Guiyi!
Those are swords, many swords!
There are about eight swords, connected end to end, forming an octagonal body half as tall as a man.
"what is that?"
"Has it appeared before?"
"It should be some kind of secret technique of Di Guiyi, right?"
clang clang clang
The eight swords moved slowly, and the sound of them rubbing against each other was low and harsh.