Reborn Conceited Soldier

Because Sikong Banyu felt that Chen Wenxian's breath of life was rapidly dissipating. He was afraid that Chen Wenxian made a sacrifice of his own life, which was the last glory of his life.

"Wuwu..."

The sound of a strange wind that can be felt and unknown can not be heard. It should be accompanied by the desolation of this place. The heaven and the earth share the same sorrow. It makes people feel inexplicably that the sense of sadness rises. All living things are also completely rendered by sadness this time.

"Don't wait for leisure."

Chen Wenxian's voice, like a magic sound, slowly spewed out. All of a sudden, the strong wind, blowing the whole world, rolled up in the dust, as if to let people see the yellow sand all over the sky of the blood setting sun, that sad song lingered in people's hearts, sad and dismal!

Sikong's half language sword had been put away. He stood quietly in the void, closed his eyes, and quietly felt Chen Wenxian's sadness. In his mind, a scene came out. Chen Wenxian's wild laughter and tears gushed out. The voice of dismay spread all over every corner of heaven and earth, corresponding to the whine of grief, as if for This sad man's funeral song is just like that.

It belonged to Chen Wenxian, a world-famous scholar. However, he was blocked from the road of heaven and earth, and had to go on a road of no return. The sorrow of longing for the road without a door, and the helpless feeling of knowing that it was impossible to do something but had to do it.

"If you set foot on the path of a monk, you should go against the sky. If you can't get to the end, you'll only be left with sorrow. Chen asked Xian, is that the case? Why am I not like this? After mine, this kind of sorrow will not appear. "

With a sigh, Sikong slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Wenxian holding a magic brush in front of him. He drew the last stroke of the second sentence in the void.

"White boy's head."

Chen Wenxian's last stroke, the whole man's indifferent breath was changed into an endless low breath, which was completely enveloped in it. His hair, with the speed visible to the naked eye, is rapidly turning into white hair. Although he was no longer a teenager, his white head, perhaps what he had expected, was only a little late.

"Empty and sad!"

After the last three words of his painting, the skin of the whole human body is rapidly declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. From a white and pure young man, he turns into a dying old man. The wrinkled skin almost covers his eyes, as if he wants to bury the sadness in his eyes, So Like heaven and earth can not bear to see the desolation.

"Alas Sikong Banyu and other determined people are also affected by this sad breath. They can't help thinking of cold Qingming, the past gale emperor Dynasty, and the anger and sadness of betrayal.

He slowly closed his eyes, his hands slowly lifted up, and his hands were continuous. The attack hidden in the book road seems to have been ignored and ignored by him at this moment. He is allowed to impact his body, but there is only a gloomy heart left.

"Brother Chen, heaven and earth have their own way. Although there is a destiny, it can be in the palm of your hand. You are wrong in this life. I hope you can be independent of your own destiny in the next life. I will send you with heaven and earth. I hope you can open up the world in the next life."

"Buzz."

A sound, like the sound of a bell and a tripod, rose abruptly in the corner of heaven and earth. The heavy and majestic sound did not dispel the sadness that enveloped the heaven and earth. On the contrary, it should be combined with this tragic sound, making the whole world full of an indescribable sadness.

"Ding Ding determines the world."

A huge tripod appeared in the sky above Sikong's Banyu. The powerful and vast Qi suppressed the whole heaven and earth in stillness. That floats in the void "do not wait for leisure. White youth's head, empty sad A few big characters, under the crushing of the huge tripod, began to sway, a little unable to control, already appeared some scattered traces.

Chen Wenxian, on the other hand, is arrogant and stands in the void with his hands on his back. Although he is now on the verge of death, the pride of his posture is not obvious at all. The lofty and upright character and the remaining body supported by him seem to never fall down and bend down for half a minute. Let the huge tripod fall slowly, Chen Wenxian doesn't move.

"Ha ha..." All of a sudden, Chen Wenxian chuckled and slowly closed his eyes, because he saw his own words and had broken away, and the victory or defeat of the war had been known.

"Sikong Banyu, Chen has one last thing to ask for. Chen started his career as a warrior just because of the teacher of Beijing Normal University. Now he is on his last journey of life. Chen hopes that you can take Chen's body back there and bury it. The dust will return to the earth. This remnant may have fallen on that land."

With that, Chen asked a slight smile from the corner of his mouth, and his body began to fall from the sky. At the same time, Sikong Banyu suddenly opens his eyes, and the cauldron that condenses from the void suddenly collapses. However, he does not move, but quietly looks at Chen Wenxian who falls.

"Bang..."

"Click!"Chen Wenxian fell on the ground and still kept standing. Even though the lower part of his body had gone deep into the soil, the magic brush was quietly inserted beside him, as if guarding his master.

Sikong Banyu's body moved and fell in front of Chen Wenxian. As soon as he stepped on the ground, the ground suddenly trembled. Chen Wenxian's body leaped out and landed on the ground with a force. His pride was still there, and his body was not bent down at all.

"Brother Chen, all the way Go Sikong half language embraces the fist, solemnly deeply worships. In his hands, he had been contaminated with countless dead souls, but it was the first time that he was infected with a man who wanted to die, a man who was arrogant. The complexity in his heart made Sikong Banyu very uncomfortable. Although it was Chen Wenxian's life, he borrowed his own hand.

"People say that fate is unpredictable, and that fate can only be expected and irreversible. But I believe you know what fate is now! I hope you can remember it in the next life Sikong half language straight up the body, heavy to say, what is the fate? Sikong Banyu did not dare to say that he understood all of them, but at least he wanted to know more clearly than Chen Wenxian. It's a great pity that Chen Wenxian only knew a little bit when he was dying.

If a person goes wrong, some can go back, while others can't. Chen Wenxian belongs to the latter.