Chapter 685

You are honorific.

Jing Jiu would only use this title if he was older than himself and had a higher seniority.

Looking at Chaotian Continent, such people no longer exist, and the target of his words is naturally not the human race.

Master Taiping looked at the prison cell at the end of the passage, and said in a low voice: "You prevent me from destroying the world, but you want to release her?"

If Jing Jiu wanted to use the man in the prison cell as foreign aid, he had to disarm the formation of thousands of miles of ice.

What kind of disaster will that person bring to the human race once he gets out of trouble?

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

Daoist Taiping stared at the prison cell, his eyes became more and more serious.

No one can break the Qingshan Sword Formation and threaten him, but the one in the cell is very special.

He had to put all his heart and soul there.

At this moment, a white cat slipped out of Jing Jiu's sleeve without a sound.

Liu Ada, Qingshan's guardian, has never appeared since the beginning of today. It turns out that he has been hiding in Jing Jiu's sleeve.

No matter how many winds and rains the Castle Peak Sword Formation stirred up, no matter how many peaks were about to collapse, it still refused to show up, as if it was going to hide like it did many times before.

The cat's claws fell silently like snow.

Light as a feather.

Another example is a dandelion that goes with the wind.

It slowly crawled along Cheng Tianjian.

Daoist Taiping still held Chengtian Sword in his hand.

Jing Jiu's eyes once fell there.

At this time, it was the turn of several claw marks like sword lights to fall.

The splash was like water, the sword light was like a waterfall, and the gust of wind howled up, falling on the cliffs on both sides of the passage, shaking off countless stones.

Ambassador A made the most fearless and powerful attack in his long life.

There were several extremely deep scars on the back of Taiping's hand and forearm, and blood kept spilling out.

A fan swaggered in the wind, and traces of vermilion could be vaguely seen on the fan.

Ah Da let out a terrified meow.

The breeze brought by the fan fell on it.

Countless white cat hairs spread out like exploded dandelions, blowing in all directions with the wind.

Those cat fur kept dancing in the passageway, vaguely forming an extremely huge white tiger light and shadow.

The white tiger roared and fell, opening its mouth wide!

There was a loud bang.

Ah Da was sent flying to the stone wall, and then fell like powerless mud.

It jumped up again with a shrill and desperate cry, and rushed towards the fan.

Just like fluttering firefly's cute kitten.

Of course, kittens always like to flap their fans.

The cat's claw landed on the fan with a sword light.

With the sound of tearing, the fan was shattered into pieces, flew up like a butterfly, and landed on top of the huge white tiger Guangying.

With a bang, Ah Da was blown away to the far side of the passage, his body hair was much less, and he was stained with blood, looking extremely miserable.

More blood sprayed out from the tip of its broken claws, and fell on the face of the real Taiping and the broken fan.

Several streaks of cat blood dripped from the darkened face, and the picture looked a little weird.

There is a fragment in the flying fan, with a bright red mark on it, I don't know if it is a seal or a painting.

Accompanied by a light sound, the fragment burned and turned into blue smoke, and a red bird flew out from it.

The red bird landed on the ground and turned into the boy in red.

Liu Shisui fell to the ground, unconscious.

The boy in red was a little surprised, and said to Jing Jiu, "You actually know that the blood of a demon cat can break two hearts?"

Jing Jiu said, "I also listened to many years of scriptures in Guocheng Temple."

The young man in red stretched out his hand to hold the Chengtian Sword again, looked at Jing Jiu and smiled, and said, "You force me to reveal my real body, so what?"

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The Liu Shisui at the previous moment was the real Taiping, and the young man in red at this moment is the real Taiping.

After successfully becoming a feather, his realm is no lower than Jing Jiu's. Maybe his spiritual body is not as tough as his sword body, but his Chengtian swordsmanship is worse than Jing Jiu's, so the two are always tied.

Jing Jiu admitted many times that he failed to practice Chengtian swordsmanship to the extreme. In the previous life, it was because he didn't want to be the master. In this life, it was because he used the sword body of Wan Wu Yi, and there was a contradiction in his instinct.

Ah Da stood up slowly.

Master Taiping raised his eyebrows and said, "Ada, if you don't want to die, then don't move anymore."

Ah Da groaned pitifully twice, stopped very honestly, lowered his head and kept licking the wounds and blood on his body.

Today it has been hidden in Jing Jiu's sleeve, and it has been in the Qingshan sword formation, but at this time it has been beaten out of the sword formation by Taiping Daoist, so it can no longer participate in this battle.

The light and shadow of the white tiger in the passage gradually dissipated, and those fan fragments fell to the ground like dead butterflies, and a huge black shadow appeared silently.

The corpse dog has been following the pair of brothers and shook his head at Ah Da.

Ah Da showed an innocent and pitiful expression, and limped under the dead dog, hiding behind its legs, carefully sticking his head out, looking at the pair of seniors.

"Forcing you out of your real body will make it easier for me to kill you," Jing Jiu said.

Master Taiping looked at him quietly and said, "Open the door."

The corpse dog opened the passage to the hidden peak.

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Liu Shisui who fell on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

His thoughts were a little dazed, his vision was a little blurry, and he vaguely saw a bright passage ahead, and several figures were walking out.

The next moment, he found himself in another place.

It was a room made of stone walls, with a false window, and a very high-grade magic weapon... showing pictures of snowfields and ice peaks.

Where is this?

Liu Shisui's eyes fell on the dilapidated but still extremely familiar bamboo reclining chair, and then saw a little girl squatting on the bamboo chair.

It must be a little girl, right? She was wrapped in a thick embroidered quilt, as if she was afraid of the cold.

Liu Shisui suddenly remembered everything, from the dinner at the inn that day, the look in the eyes of the young man in red, to the time when the Castle Peak Sword Formation was about to collapse, he woke up forcefully, and wrote those words with a Guancheng pen...

He felt that his body was full of messy sword intent and pain, as if all the bones were broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although the injury was serious, he was more worried about the young master's side, stood up with difficulty, and prepared to leave the room.

"Hmm."

A voice sounded in the quiet room.

This sound is simple and short, but it contains extremely complicated meanings.

"This is part of the agreement. Jingyang lifts the ice blockage for thousands of miles. I will help him once and keep you alive."

Liu Shisui looked back in shock, and looked at the little girl on the bamboo chair, and finally saw her snow-white face and those two black eyes.

Xue Ji looked through the stone wall and landed somewhere in Yinfeng.

Liu Shisui thought to himself that since this is the case, you promised to help the young master, why don't you help him now?

Xue Ji snorted, the meaning was very clear, in the agreement between Jingyang and her, the time for her to act had not yet come.

This level of battle is too lazy to fight...

Liu Shisui asked in disbelief, "You... who are you?"

Xue Ji withdrew her gaze, looked at him with interest and groaned twice.

Liu Shisui still understood this sentence, but was even more at a loss.

——"Are you the one who can repair chairs?"