Chapter 940 Seventy-Twenty Guard Battle

This little cat has lived in District 7 for a long time. The plum blossoms that are often seen on the snow are its footprints, and those blood spots and bird feathers are traces of its killing masterpiece. It can even be said that it is the overlord of this area.

Until last night, everything changed.

The change in the atmosphere between the heaven and the earth made it feel extremely uneasy, and it didn't even dare to go back to sleep in the nest in the carport, and dared not leave here. It climbed to the birch tree and spent the night in fear. As soon as the morning light illuminated the sky and the earth, it saw an extremely terrifying picture.

Those voles, those bugs, those cicadas, the food it used to eat have all become things it doesn't recognize, exuding a strange and terrifying aura. Those stray dogs, those cats raised in other people's homes, and those cats who fought with it, have also become this kind of thing. Now even the tree it's hiding in seems to be coming to life, and the bird... since when did the bird become such a scary thing!

The little cat knew that if it went on like this, it would definitely die. The fear in its instincts gave it the rare courage to get out of the sparse leaves, and let out a slightly trembling, sympathetic meow towards the family in the opposite building.

It knows that the family is not ordinary people.

It had seen that monstrous cicada kill a mighty human being.

It knows that the teenager who likes to wear blue tracksuits likes himself.

So it didn't leave last night.

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Huaxi heard the meowing of the cat, went to the window and looked at it, suddenly her face paled, and she shouted: "Oh, it's little Hua'er, it's pregnant with a baby, how did it climb to such a high place, I'll go and hug it down."

It was too late, the black bird heard the meow, flew over like lightning, and pecked at the little cat's eyes.

There was still time, because Xue Ji also moved at this time.

This planet was about to be occupied by the sea of ​​dark matter, and countless people were about to die, she could watch it indifferently, but at this moment, she moved.

She raised her cute little round hand and it landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.

Jing Jiu's body didn't tremble at all, the fingers that pressed down the keys were still stable, but the left hand resting on the window sill moved.

With a soft rubbing sound, the black bird was cut into two parts just halfway through the flight, and the cut was extremely neat.

If there is a way to preserve it, it can even be sent to the 857 base for specimens.

Immediately afterwards, the two blackbird corpses turned into more fragments, and then turned into black smoke formed by spores.

The infested birch was also broken, about a third of the way up, just above the black scar.

In the sound of clicking, the birch trees fell, extending from the flower bed to the door of Unit 721, like a bridge.

The little cat ran over from the tree bridge with a vigorous figure, jumped onto the window sill, swept into the room through the open window, and then disappeared.

Jing Jiu continued to rest his left hand on the window sill, and continued to play the piano with his right hand. He turned to look at Huaxi and asked, "Is it...pregnant?"

The little cat's abdomen was only slightly bulging, and it was so agile, it didn't look like it was pregnant at all.

Huaxi said: "I feed it steamed cakes every day, how could it not know?"

Those steamed cakes in the corner were eaten by ants in the end.

Jing Jiu asked curiously, "Isn't it... a male cat?"

Huaxi said mockingly, "Oh, man."

Jing Jiu was about to ask some questions about how many days it would take for Xiao Hua to give birth, when he suddenly felt a clear meaning coming from Xue Ji's little round hand.

—You don't have to continue playing the piano.

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It is true that there is no need to play the piano anymore, whether it is against cattle, horses or monsters in the sea of ​​​​dark things.

If there had been a tacit understanding between the two parties, it would have ended with the break between the black bird and the birch tree.

The tranquility of July 20 was broken, and there was a slight sound of friction, followed by a heavy landing. I don't know how many monsters rushed towards the dormitory building on the edge of the city. Looking at it on the satellite screen, it seemed that dozens of black torrents swallowed this ordinary old dormitory building in an instant.

Neither the satellite nor the surveillance drones in the atmosphere could see the miraculous scene that happened in the next moment.

Scratch, wipe, and countless crisp and low sounds sounded, like paper being torn, like green leaves leaving a branch, like chopsticks being folded in two, in short, it was the sound of breaking, indicating that countless objects were divided into two or more parts at this moment.

Those objects are the monsters of the Sea of ​​Dark Matters that are rushing towards 720 like the tide.

A Daixu rushed over from the carport like lightning, its head left its neck immediately, soaring into the sky, before it hit the ground, it shattered into pieces, falling like black snowflakes, and its body turned into a cloud of powder like charcoal hit by a heavy hammer.

Dozens of half-tails jumped high into the sky, and under the gloomy light, they jumped down like little demons. But they couldn't fall to the ground at all, and they couldn't fall to the top of the 720th floor. They were cut into countless pieces at the height of the tenth floor.

More and more monsters rushed towards this side, but none of them could touch the wall repaired by cement in 720, let alone the room with the open window, so they all turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

The broken limbs of monsters were scattered around the old dormitory building like a torrential rain, and the black powder was flying with the wind. The picture looked extremely eerie. Unfortunately, except for those cut-off squeaks, there is no other sound. There was no shouting, no screaming, and the eerie silence was palpitating.

Jing Jiu looked at the picture outside the window, feeling a little nervous and bewildered, not knowing what was going on outside.

His right hand had left the keys, but he didn't know where to put it.

Huaxi was already petrified, clutching the slice of bread, not knowing whether to continue eating or scream.

Suddenly, she noticed that her brother was a little different from usual.

The blue tracksuit that Jing Jiu was wearing looked a bit loose - that's because he was much shorter than usual at this time, his body seemed to be a little smaller, and even his eyebrows and eyes showed a hint of childishness, as if he had turned into an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

How is this going?

Jing Jiu didn't know about the changes in his body. Looking at the fragments of monster corpses falling silently outside the window, he felt a little weird in his heart.

He knew that even if those monsters were cut into pieces, or even pieces, it would be difficult to die completely, and the spores formed from those cells were still infectious.

This intuition of danger made him a little uneasy, and the uneasiness turned into agitation, like a wildfire burning in his heart.

There was a bang.

The whole world is on fire.

To be more precise, with the 720th floor as the center, and the courtyard wall and the edge of the flower bed as the boundary, all the worlds within the height of the ten-story building were set on fire.

This kind of burning is extremely violent, more like the deflagration of dust. The broken corpses of those monsters in the Sea of ​​Dark Things are the fuel. In just an instant, the flames burned most of the corpses into blue smoke, and finally formed a huge fireball, slowly drifting towards the upper atmosphere.

The giant fireball stands in stark contrast to the nine black suns in the distant sky.

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The wildfire in the sky is gradually dying down.

The nearby monsters rushed over, were chopped up, and died in the flames. This dormitory area has finally ushered in tranquility again, and the basketball court is still deserted. Apart from the wear marks of the suspension board, there are also some traces of charred corpses on the wall.

There are still some flames on the courtyard wall behind the 720th building, among the birch trees on the edge of the flower bed, and in the sky.

Those flames seemed to be born out of nowhere, only by looking carefully could one see that they were originally attached to some extremely thin wires.

Those lines are made of some kind of metal, and because they are so thin, they cannot be seen by the naked eye, so they are densely woven in the sky and the earth around the 720th building, forming an invisible cage.

The previous monsters from the Sea of ​​Dark Matter rushed towards this side and were cut into pieces one after another, which was the reason for these metal wires.

With the remaining flames, traces of metal wires could be faintly seen, and along the way, they could extend to the room with the window open.

Before the dawn, Xue Ji asked Jing Jiu to play the piano, but only his right hand was allowed.

His left hand has been resting on the windowsill.

When the little tabby cat meowed, Xue Ji's little round hand landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.

The nail on the middle finger of his left side grew longer and became sharper, and then continued to extend forward, turning into an extremely thin metal wire in an instant, disappearing into the air, forming such an invisible cage, covering seventy-two buildings.

Until now, Jing Jiu didn't know what was going on with his body, but when he opened the alloy door last night, he discovered that he had this strange ability, just like the liquid metal robot in that movie.

Yes, because of the Chengtian Sword, both his consciousness and Dao Heart are in the minimum state of operation. Not to mention using the Sword of All Things, he can't even use the most basic Qingshan Sword Dao. He is just a clumsy boy.

But he's still powerful and terrifying.

Many, many years ago, at the beginning of this story, by the pond in that small mountain village, he once said such a sentence to Liu Shisui.

——The thing I am best at doing is cutting off.

Because he is the strongest in the history of kendo, and because he is a sword himself.

Those flames outlined the outline of the sword in the sky and the courtyard wall, which were countless extremely thin and straight lines.

The remaining fire gradually extinguished, and those lines were once again hidden in the sky and the earth, unable to be seen.

Suddenly, there was a shrill meow from the corner of the kitchen.

The little cat felt that there was some terrible and troublesome danger coming, and sent a warning to his companions.

What came should be the blood thumb, which is not as invisible and qualityless as dark energy, but it is almost invisible, and has a more definite lethality and influence.

No matter how dense the sword net that encloses the seventy-two buildings is, it cannot be so dense that the pores cannot allow microorganisms to pass through.

Jing Jiu failed to perceive the arrival of those blood thumbs, but saw their existence.

Perhaps Xue Ji's Xiaoyuan hand on his shoulder not only transformed his body back into that sword, but also brought him some other abilities.

His eyes became very bright, and the little boy became more energetic.

Just when he was eager to try, and wanted to light another fire to burn those bloody thumbs to death, he felt a clear meaning from the little round hand on his shoulder again.

——Too boring, keep playing the piano.

Jing Jiu didn't think too much, and pressed the fingers of his right hand on the keys, making a clear and moving sound, still like spring water.

In this piano piece he composed casually, the buzzing sound of mosquitoes flying cheerfully in the summer night can be heard faintly.

I don't know how many mosquitoes appeared in the building area where the ground was covered with residual snow and the breeze was slightly cold.

There were a lot of slight crackling noises around the building area, some like the sound of an old-fashioned mosquito killer.

It wasn't the mosquitoes that died.

Those invisible mosquitoes from Demon Town Prison used some means to easily prey on all those invisible blood thumbs.

With a soft slap, the chilling cicada, which had disappeared for a long time, flew back to the window sill, looking out quietly like a lifelike jade carving.

Its compound pupils reflect the heaven, earth and the nine black suns in the distance, without any fear, only indifference and pride, like a king.