Chapter 702 Who Wins?

Looking at the drop of blood, many people couldn't help exclaiming. Nan Wang was about to come over to take a look, but he didn't know what to think of, so he took back his steps.

Jing Jiu waved his hand, signaling to ignore it, looked at Fang Jingtian and said, "Now that your master is dead, what do you think?"

Fang Jingtian thought for a long time, and said: "If I can heal the injury, I should still find a way to take revenge."

Jing Jiu said, "What if I've already left by then?"

Everyone knows that this means ascension.

Strange to say, no matter whether it is the disciple of Qingshan or the practitioners of other sects, from the moment they confirmed that he is the real person of Jingyang, they have never doubted whether he can ascend again.

Fang Jingtian said: "Then everything will stop."

"Well, then you take the three of them to Xilai Peak to rest." Jing Jiu pointed to the three hermit elders who came out of the hidden peak.

Fang Jingtian was silent for a while, and said, "It's... Uncle Master."

The silver eyebrows are dancing in the night breeze, a bit like Xijianxi in the distance, heading for the distance.

Jing Jiu turned around and looked at Guo Nanshan, and said, "You arrange someone to clean it up."

The tidying up mentioned here is not the Taoist hall of Xilai Peak, but the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains.

Today, the peaks have suffered several catastrophes. I don’t know how many cliffs collapsed, and at least tens of thousands of ancient trees were broken.

Even the Qingshan sect is full of ascetics, and it will take a long time to repair these.

Everyone knew that Jing Jiu's favorite candidate for the next head was Gu Qing, but at this time, Nanshan was asked to do these things, which inevitably aroused some speculation.

Only people who had experienced Nanshan himself and Shenmo Peak knew that it was just because he should have more important things for Gu Qing to do.

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Back at Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu confirmed that although Gu Qing was seriously injured, he would not die for a while, so he confessed to him a few words and drove him back to Chaoge City.

Looking at the solemn expression on Gu Qing's face when he left, and at the drop of blood on Jing Jiu's earlobe, the atmosphere at the top of Shenmo Peak became more tense.

With a soft bang, the drop of blood fell to the ground.

Jing Jiu's earlobe disappeared.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

For more than a hundred years, no matter what kind of strong man Jing Jiu encountered or how severely injured he was, it was difficult for Jing Jiu to show wounds on the surface of his body, because he reincarnated everything with a sword.

It's just that in the shocking battle with Nan Chi that year, he was seriously injured, and a section of his earlobe was cut off.

A similar scene happened again today. How much injury did he suffer today?

Zhao Layue had been prepared for a long time, and several sword lights came out of his clothes, coming to his side, and his right hand stretched out like lightning, pinching his earlobe.

"I can't die." Jing Jiu said.

The Qingshan Sword Formation was destroyed by him, his senior brother was killed by him, and Xijianxi was picked up by him to beat an immortal, so he must pay some price.

He said he couldn't die, so he probably wouldn't die, but Liu Shisui and the others couldn't rest assured, especially when they found that his face was a little dignified.

This is a rare emotion for Jing Jiu.

One must know that no matter whether it was Daoist Taiping who borrowed Liu Shisui to come to him today, or an immortal descending from the sky, none of them moved him in any way.

It may be because those things were within his expectations, but the things he was thinking about at this time were already outside the sand table.

"What's the matter? Why is the atmosphere so depressing? Didn't we win?"

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself that although Qingshan was turned into a garbage dump today, he paid a heavy price at the Sword Formation and Shangde Peak... but killing Taiping Patriarch, eliminated the biggest hidden danger of Qingshan Sect, and even killed the immortal and Bai Zhenren of the Zhongzhou School, and achieved a peerless victory that is unimaginable.

With a gentle breeze, A Piao appeared in front of Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said: "Cao Yuan should be in the East China Sea. Go and tell him that Bai Yuan may have entered the underworld. Take him down there and try to kill her."

The black hair on Ah Piao's forehead was light, just like her nervous mood at this time, she said: "Even if I bring the sword master, I may not be able to kill Bai Zhenren..."

Jing Jiu said: "Tong Yan is below, let him persuade the underworld master to join him. He was taught by Master Bai, so he should know how to kill him."

Ah Piao sighed, and said, "Okay, then how do I go?"

Jing Jiu said: "Shuiyue Nunnery's sedan chair is waiting for you outside the mountain, I have agreed with the nunnery master."

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It turned out that the two conversations before the green curtain and the sedan chair left had no deep meaning.

A Piao walked out of the cliff, drifted forward in the sea of ​​clouds, and soon disappeared under the starry night.

What surprised everyone even more was another thing.

Only now did they know that Master Bai was not dead, so what happened to the dissipated cloud?

Zhao Layue asked: "Could it be that the person in the cloud is a substitute? How can you hide it from the eyes of you and Tan Zhenren, and Tan Zhenren...how could he vomit blood in the end?"

Jing Jiu said: "That ten-fang monster-suppressing tower is weird. It should be Bai Yuan's anti-killing bureau for him. Tan Zhenren was really seriously injured."

Zhao Layue looked into his eyes and said, "If Master Bai is still alive, it's unfinished work."

Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the distance under the starry sky, and said, "It's more likely that all previous efforts have been wasted."

Zhao Layue pinched his earlobe, followed him to the edge of the cliff, followed his gaze into the distance, and murmured, "What exactly does she want?"

That cloud and mist must be the extremely ingenious Taoism of the Zhongzhou School, and there is a ban on talking to real people on the Shifang Town Demon Tower, which shows that Bai Zhenren has already figured everything out.

The question is, since she has calculated everything, why did she come to Qingshan so calmly, and invited the White Blade Immortal back according to Jing Jiu's calculation?

No matter how much benefit her plot can bring to the Zhongzhou faction, how can it be worth the loss of an immortal?

Jing Jiu patted the back of her hand, indicating that she can let go.

Zhao Layue withdrew her right hand and wiped it casually on her sleeve.

Jing Jiu looked at Que Niang and said, "Tong Yan won't be back for a while, you play chess with me."

No one knew why he suddenly wanted to play chess at this moment.

Tong Yan, who is recognized as the world's number one chess player, is no match for him, but everyone in Shenmo Peak knows that he never liked playing chess.

Liu Shisui suddenly thought that last year outside Chaoge City, the young master who also didn't like temperament suddenly played a piece of music with that bone flute. Could there be any connection between the two?

Que Niang didn't know why her husband wanted to play chess, but she couldn't feel the ecstasy of the past, so she walked forward with some anxiety.

Yuan Qu moved out the table and stools as quickly as possible.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair, lay down on it tiredly, and said, "You go first."

Que Niang didn't dare to think too much, she quickly put a sunspot on the chessboard.

Jing Jiu took a white stone and put it on.

The entire Shenmo Peak, including Zhuo Rusui...can't understand piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so naturally they can't understand this game, but they know that there must be a deep meaning, so they gather around the table and watch carefully with wide eyes.

Fortunately, Jing Jiu's fall was extremely fast, Que Niang understood what he meant, and responded as quickly as possible, but it didn't take long for it to end.

The chess was played so quickly, and the opponent was still Jing Jiu, Que Niang was under great pressure, her face was a little pale, and her temples were already wet with fragrant sweat.

Zhuo Rusui took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her, asking, "Who won?"

Que Niang glanced at him quietly, thinking who could beat Mr.

Liu Shisui and others also took a look at Zhuo Rusui, thinking that this is nothing to talk about?

Zhao Layue thought that the handkerchief was probably used to wipe the Tunzhou Sword, but it was inconvenient to tell Que Niang.

The black and white chess pieces intertwined, looking extremely complicated.

Jing Jiu looked at the chessboard and remained silent for a long time.

It's normal for him to win.

Silence is abnormal.

There was a fluttering sound.

The blue bird landed on the chessboard, looking at Jing Jiu, his eyes were still full of fear, but full of courage.

Jing Jiu raised his head, stretched out his fingers and tapped its head lightly, and said pitifully, "Although you are the fastest, you are too late."