The firelight was reflected on the retina, almost giving people the illusion of burning pupils in an instant. But it was just an illusion, the torrent of bones and fire did not really fall on them in the end, nor could it swallow Bailishu.
Standing on the unique pavilion, the young man in white clothes was Lie Lie, and the magma-like torrent rushed in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by something, and it scattered to both sides uncontrollably. The barrier that protected Qingyu Guangzhou from being damaged by the wind blade opened again, covering the flying boat under protection. The bone birds and moths slammed into the enchantment like moths rushing towards the flame with deep resentment, one after another, like a flowing fire falling on the arc-shaped sky, it was extremely grand.
Under the Flowing Fire is the person who personally directs all of this.
He counted everything.
Jun Wanbai leaned against the railing and slid slowly to the ground tiredly. She gave a low laugh, feeling that she was really an idiot for yelling just now. That guy, no matter what time, always looks like this.
Jun Wanbai's laughter was soft and rapid, and the others didn't hear it. They raised their heads, looked at the torrent of bone birds rushing in front of them but were separated by a barrier, and marveled at the thrilling beauty.
The sound of bones breaking, the scene of sparks splashing.
With the impact of each bone bird, the light of the enchantment gradually dimmed. When the last bone bird hit the barrier, the barrier was completely shattered, and the icy blue light scattered with the sparks all over the sky, like a dream or a fantasy.
"It's amazing..."
Qin Jiu said softly.
He reached out to catch the falling fire, which was no longer enough to threaten them. The embers of the mist bird of prey that had been burned to ashes slowly dimmed in the palm, leaving only a little bit of irrelevant heat. Qin Jiu shook hands, and the joints made a creaking sound.
To him, dragging the heavy black iron was not a small burden, and at the last moment, he really did his best.
It was precisely because he had risked his life in the end that he felt that the man was more powerful.
Others also heard Qin Jiu's words, but no one answered. On the one hand, it was because he no longer had the strength to speak, and on the other hand, he remembered the episode before the action—a little episode that was not a pleasant memory, and now it just feels like a joke when he thinks about it.
There was silence.
The remnants of the skeletons of the fog bird and the unextinguished fire rained down, leaving gray and black marks on the airship. Several people sat on the deck, thinking about the same thing, but none of them spoke first. After a while, Li Xin supported the deck and stood up unsteadily.
He staggered to his room.
Shen Changge sneered coldly, and also stood up. He glanced at the rest of the people condescendingly, with indescribable contempt in his eyes: "Everyone, it's hard to survive, and you have to recover from your injuries. After all..."
A mocking smile appeared on Shen Changge's face.
"After all, you are not the ones who swear not to retreat an inch."
He bit the words "not retreating an inch" very hard, and his tone of voice was somewhat sarcasm. But this time, neither He Zhou nor Qin Jiu said a word. Maybe it was because the huge wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, or maybe it was because of other reasons, Shen Changge, who rarely had the upper hand, didn't laugh any longer.
After Shen Changge left, his hands were shattered, and Jun Wanbai, who had lost his bone sword, tore off the broken navy blue robe and wrapped it around the wound, frowning and stood up.
"Are you going to see Senior Brother Baili?"
When passing by Qin Jiu, Jun Wanbai heard him ask.
As a matter of course, there was no answer, Jun Wanbai walked away without stopping. Qin Jiu shrugged, and stretched out his hands to feel around his body. Chu Zhiyuan, who was sitting next to him with a long sword in his arms, glanced at him, and asked him what he was doing and if he wasn't injured enough.
Then, under Chu Zhiyuan's puzzled gaze, Qin Jiu took out his gray-brown wine jug from his robe with a look of rejoicing—who knows why the battle was so fierce just now, and this guy's wine jug has not been swept away by the wind Lose. He wiped the blood from the jug, unscrewed it and took a sip.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him blankly.
Sometimes Chu Zhiyuan felt that after all these years, he still had no way of understanding how Qin's brain grew. The guy who was appointed as the successor of the peak master, his biggest hobby on weekdays is to hang out in the market, acting as a black-hearted brother who deceives his fellow apprentices and younger brothers, as if he has fallen into the money hole and can't get out.
Businessmen are obviously rich in Jiuzhou banks, but the generation of Jiuxuanmen produced such an outlier as Qin Jiu.
"Do you want to have a bite?"
Qin Jiu asked if he wanted it, but kept pouring it into his mouth with his hand, showing no sign of leaving something for Chu Zhiyuan.
"... no."
Qin Jiu asked symbolically, and Chu Zhiyuan could only answer symbolically. With other things on his mind, he looked down at his sword.
"Very powerful, isn't it?" Qin Jiu glanced at him, put the jug on his lap, and looked up at Duge, who was no longer there, "It was agreed that he would not retreat an inch, and he really didn't change his position. "
Chu Zhiyuan followed his gaze, the clouds cleared after Wuzhi died, the sky gradually brightened, and a ray of sunlight fell on the roof of the pavilion, looking in a daze, it looked a bit like the immortal fire that had just ignited on Wuzhi's body. Bailishu had already left, and there was nothing on the attic except for the glazed tiles that reflected the sunlight.
He remained silent and did not answer Qin Jiu's words.
The young man known as the "Heavenly Immortal" is indeed a terrifyingly powerful figure.
After discovering the mist bird of prey for the first time, the man summoned them and decided every next step in an irrefutable tone. Faced with the question of "We have done everything from birth to death, senior brother, are you here to make tea and watch a play?" The young man raised his eyes and looked at them calmly.
—The Qingyu light boat cannot be lost.
—I will not retreat an inch until you return.
"I swear on my journey of cultivating immortality."
The man downplayed it, and swore by his own immortality, saying that the Qingyu light boat will never be lost, the disciples on the flying boat will never be in danger, and he will not retreat a step until they return.
And he certainly did.
Qin Jiu and the others knew well that this time they were able to successfully kill Wuzhi, without a doubt, all depended on Bailishu's terrifyingly accurate calculation and judgment. one strike.
But that's not the troublesome thing.
"I owe you too much favor..."
Qin Jiu murmured.