The tea is cold when people walk.

The heavy rain was magnificent, rustling, with a cold chill, spreading all over the world and covering everything.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and they regard all things as straw dogs.

The way of heaven is not kind, and emotions are all clouds and smoke.

Lin Zhiping blocked the palm that was enough to kill the peak of the martial god with his physical body.

He has no regrets and is willing to do so.

If he could go back time, I believe he would still choose that.

Still so desperate and desperate.

He closed his eyes and would never open it again.

However, even a farewell word was not enough to say.

There is no chance for even the most basic farewell words.

Dead!

Died in heavy rain!

The soul is scattered in worries and will never exist.

Feng Canyun's eyes were sharp, and his murderous intent was stronger and stronger than before.

"This time I want to see who can come to save you again."

Feng Canyun kicked his right foot, his body was blurred, and there were thousands of shadows.

A fleshy palm hit Chen Bufan in an instant.

This palm is enough to shake the mountains and calm the rivers.

"Hahaha, I'm going to make some weird and fancy things, but my life was killed by my own palm."

The wind and clouds were proud, crazy, and roaring.

However, a voice pulled him back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"Um?"

With a "bang!", an irreversible force rushed from Chen Bufan, extremely powerful.

In other words, it has exceeded the limits of human beings.

The wind and clouds flew out like a kite with broken strings.

Chen Bufan opened his eyes and shone with a shining golden light.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the sky of the Nine Heavens.

"Damn God, stop for me!"

"Crack!" The thunder sounded, as if it had been echoed, and the rain fell rapidly.

In just three breaths, no drop of rain fell.

His figure flashed and he came to Lin Zhiping.

"Zhiping? Lin Zhiping!" As soon as Chen Bufan touched his body, he knew that he could no longer save him, and a dead person was dead.

"Thanks!"

A belated thank you said it in Chen Bufan.

His story with him came to an end.

The end is drawn.

If it is not perfect, it cannot be perfect.

Chen Bufan's mind has always been very clear, but Lin Zhiping is obsessed with it and cannot get rid of it.
Chapter completed!