Supreme Martial Dao

"Kid, useless, don't say it, I... I have something to tell you."

Looking at the painful appearance of Wang Chen, the Oriental Niu Hao sighed, and he reached out and beat Wang Chen’s shoulder with difficulty.

"People, always dying, I, not God, even though, in the ancient times, those ... God, after all, are fallen, let alone... it is me."

Showing a self-deprecating smile, the Oriental Niu Hao gasped and said.

Next, watching Wang Chen, he interrupted Wang Chen, who was ready to speak, and continued: "Death, then die, I... no regrets, huh, huh... kid, you know, I am oriental Niu Hao, the most proud thing in this life, is that he received such an apprentice from Wang Yan and found you such a arrogant."

Speaking of this, the Oriental Niu Hao showed a proud look in his eyes.

Yes, this life, the Oriental Niu Hao, the most proud, is to accept Wang Yan such an apprentice, found Wang Chen such a talent.

He has no regrets.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the Oriental Niu Hao are gradually dimmed, and there are some flaws.

As if he had thought of the scene where he first saw Wang Yan.

As if he was between the two, he also thought of the scene of seeing Wang Chen for the first time in the Han family of Qingfeng City.

The stubborn and silent teenager at the beginning left a deep impression on the Oriental Niu Hao.

At the beginning, Wang Yan’s sentence was not qualified for Wang Chen’s master, and his memory is still fresh.

Yes, he is not qualified to be a master of Wang Chen.

Even, Oriental Niu Hao thinks that he is not qualified to be a master of Wang Yan.

Because, long ago, he could not teach Wang Yan anything.

Wang Chen, Wang Yan, these two brothers, their growth is far beyond the imagination of the original Niu Hao.

Thinking of this, the Oriental Niu Hao, some are just proud.

The corner of the mouth, gradually revealing a smile, the Oriental Niu Hao coughed fiercely.

"Predecessors, you..."

Looking at the weakening of the life of the Oriental Niu Hao, Wang Chen couldn’t help but cry out.

"Kid, or else... or else let him eat my body, at most I will make up for it for a thousand or eight hundred years, so that he can still insist on at least seven days."

Looking at Wang Chen’s painful appearance, Yao Wang couldn’t help but say a bite.

This time, he is ready to sacrifice.

Not the body that lost thousands of years?

At this moment, Yao Wang only hopes that Wang Chen will not leave regrets.

"No... no need... no use, seven days, what can be done without sacrifice..."

Just, not waiting for Wang Chen to speak, the Oriental Niu Hao is reaching out to stop Wang Chen from speaking.

He looked at Wang Chen, gasping, and continued: "Kid, you... listen to me, my life, the most proud, I met you and Wang Yan, but, my most regrettable, too I’ve been involved in the disaster, when I... I said... I didn’t want to have an intersection with the Holy Mountain... but... Finally... I finally took Wang Yan on the holy mountain, this is what I did wrong. .

I also regret that I regret not being able to take on the responsibility of being a teacher. I have not been able to give you more shelter and strength. After all, I will not be able to catch up with those who are strong.

The eastern cow's mouth is hung with a smile of self-deprecating.

"Predecessors, you..."

When listening to the words of the Oriental Niu Hao, Wang Chen became more and more uncomfortable.

At this time, the Eastern Niu Hao, regrettably turned out to be this.

He...

"Oh... there is still a regret, that is, you can’t continue walking. Look, the world is big, but I am going to fall. If you can’t live, you will take a look at this world for me. Wonderful... a wonderful world, alive... your life is mine, you, you are alive.”

Dong Niu Hao, face flushing, spurting a blood, he almost exhausted his body, grabbed Wang Chen, said loudly.

Alive.

This is the last request of the Eastern Niu Hao to Wang Chen.

"Predecessors...I... I must, live well."

Wang Chen said quietly.

嗓子, this moment, I feel the pain of tearing.

Wang Chen, he wants to say more words, but, in the end, Zhang Zhangkou, but there is no way to say more words.

In the end, what Wang Chen can do is only nodded hard and nodded hard.

Tears, at this moment, finally can not control the flow of the rogue.

"Good, good to live, the world is wonderful, your future will be wonderful, be careful... Be careful of the church, be careful... the devil... be careful... the red moon continent."

The eyes of Dongfang Niuhao gradually dimmed, and his tone began to become intermittent.

At this moment, his life has come to the end of the end.

"And... find... find Wang Yan, tell him, my master... very... very proud, this thing... help me... hand it to him, this is... it’s me... finally ...the one that left him..."

Dong Niu Hao, a difficult hand, took out a dark wooden raft from the storage space and handed it to Wang Chen.

This is what he left for Wang Yan.

Originally, I intended to hand it over to Wang Yan, but it is a pity that there is no chance today.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Niuhao can't help but have some disappointment.

"Predecessors, rest assured... I... I must."

Wang Chen nodded heavily and took the black wooden raft and said.

"Well, huh, huh... good, okay... I... I don't have anything... say..., you... can't cry, don't forget... you... you are strong, you... ...is the owner of the king's family...you are also the descendant of the true God, you are even more...Man, can't cry..."

Everything is finished, Oriental Niu Hao, looking at the crying Wang Chen, said a tearful smile.

"I...don't cry."

Wang Chen tried to dry the tears, he said sobbing.

This moment, Wang Chen hates.

Hate the holy mountain and hate the black man.

He also hates himself.

If you have the ability, you will be so incompetent to watch the life of the Eastern Niu Hao, but there is nothing you can do.

At this moment, Wang Chen is so helpless, so heartbreaking.

He, the only thing he can do is to listen to the words of the Eastern Niu Hao.

He, the only thing he can do is to hug the Eastern Niu Hao and accompany him for the last time.

"Well, man...have tears...not flicking, you...big brother was at the beginning...I told you, now...I...just talk to you again."

When Wang Chen wiped away the tears, the Oriental Niu Hao nodded and said.

The voice fell, and he touched Wang Chen’s head: "The world... is dark."

The tone of the Eastern Niu Hao seems to be declining and painful.

The world is dark.

At this moment, his eyes are blind, but they can never see the slightest thing.

He can only feel the breath of Wang Chen.

"It's time to go, have a chance... help me... look after... look after the fire sect... one or two..."

The Oriental Niu Hao used up the last bit of strength and said to Wang Chen.

This is his last request.

He, I hope that Wang Chen can look after him for the fire.

Without the world, there are not many things that the Eastern Niu Hao can't put down.

One is Wang Chen, one is Wang Yan, and the other is Lie Zong...

Besides this...but nothing else.

"Yes."

When I heard the request from Dongfang Niuhao, Wang Chen nodded and should bear it.

No need for the Oriental Niu Hao, Wang Chen will do the same, the fire sect, his Wang Chen will certainly look after.

"That...just fine."

When I heard Wang Chen’s words, the eastern Niu Hao’s mouth showed a smile.

砰...

The next moment, a dull voice came.

He, the arm on the shoulder of Wang Chen, this moment, accompanied by the voice falling, unable to sink down.

"Predecessors..."

Looking at such a scene, in this cave, this moment, there was a cry of Wang Chen’s heartbreaking lungs.

"Oriental predecessors..."

The voice seems to be able to penetrate nine days and ten places, desolate and miserable.

Looking at the Oriental Niu Hao who had no life touch, Wang Chen couldn’t help it anymore, holding the body of the Oriental Niu Hao and crying.

Dead.

In the end, the Oriental Niu Hao is still fallen.

He was fallen by Wang Chen.

He, after explaining the last thing, left.

Looking at the body of Dongfang Niuhao, Wang Chen’s tears still linger.

Although, I promised that the Oriental Niu Hao would not cry.

But at this moment, Wang Chen still can't help it.

Although it is already a big boss, but at this moment, Wang Chen does not want to restrain.

At this moment, the sorrow in Wang Chen’s heart may be clear only to him.

The Eastern Niu Hao was degraded, and the blow to Wang Chen was only clear to Wang Chen.

Before the body of Dongfang Niuhao, Wang Chen let his tears flow.

This time, he is willful once, at this moment, he is not restrained.

With the flow of tears, as if between, Wang Chen thought of everything.

In the Han family, when he was in crisis, the old man who came strong.

The overbearing old man is shocking the Han family.

In the city of sin, on the outskirts of the mourning plain, when the danger is encountered, the old man who is in front of him, Wang Chen still can't forget.

He can't be a royal family. In the fierce fire, facing the crisis brought by Wanjia, this old man is standing in front of himself.

How many times, this old man helped himself through the trap.

How many times, this old man helped himself get rid of death.

In his most difficult, bleak, and most dangerous time, he appeared with his older brother and gave his hope.

Now, he can only watch him crying without life.

The heart of Wang Chen seems to have been torn apart.

Oriental Niu Hao is his loved one.

And now, Wang Chen has once again experienced the fall of his loved ones.

Like, Wang Chen thought of the snowy night, the wind of the wind, the night of the family's destruction.

"Ah..."

There was a cry for a moment, and Wang Chen couldn’t help but scream at the heartbreaking lungs.

At this moment, Wang Chen's long hair was messy, dancing with the wind, this moment, his wounds, blood flowing, this moment, Wang Chen's eyes were red, this moment, the blue veins on his head violently.

More terrible than the devil.

The moment of Wang Chen, almost crazy.

"Holy Mountain...I am not dying with you, Wang Chen."

Wang Chen snarls the roar and roar.

Holy Mountain.

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This hatred, Wang Chen wrote down, he will never forget.

Even if he does everything, he will let those who are sacred mountains regret, let them pay homage to the spirit of the heavenly king of the Eastern Niu Hao with their lives and blood...

In the cool breeze, Wang Chen, who was seriously injured at the moment, was ignorant of the injury. He seemed to be the devil.

After a long time, quiet down, holding the body of the Oriental Niu Hao, Wang Chen fell into a long silence.

In the cave, the wind is bursting, and Wang Chen seems to be transformed into a statue.

The atmosphere is dead and dull.

The murderous, unscrupulous sweep.

New World, Wang Chen did not have time to teach, but was the first to experience life and death.

The hatred, at this moment, fills Wang Chen’s heart.