Zhao Ge: 28. No step back

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The light of the fire reflected on the retina, almost causing the illusion of burning pupils in an instant. But it was just an illusion, the torrent of bone and fire did not really fall on them, nor could it swallow Baili.

The young white-robed Lilie standing on the independent pavilion, a torrent of magma rushed in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by something, scattered to both sides uncontrollably. The barrier that protected the Qingyu Guangzhou from damage in the wind blade opened once again, covering the flying boat under protection. Bone bird moths carrying bitter resentment slammed into the enchantment like a fire, one after another, like a flowing fire falling on the arc of the sky, it was so grand.

Under the fire, it is the person who personally directs all this.

He has taken care of everything.

Jun Wanbai leaned on the railing and slid tiredly on the ground. She laughed lowly, thinking that she was an idiot who shouted just now. That guy, no matter what time he is, he always looks so high.

Jun Wanbai's laughter was very soft and rapid, and no one else heard it. They raised their heads and looked at the torrent of bone birds that rushed to the front but were separated by the barrier, marveling at the thrilling beauty.

The sound of broken bones, the scene of sparks splashing.

As each bone bird hits, the light of the enchantment gradually dims. When the last bone bird hit the barrier, the barrier was completely shattered, and the icy blue light and sparks scattered in the sky, like a dream and fantasy.

"It's amazing..."

Qin Jiu said softly.

He stretched out his hand to catch a little falling fire, which was about to burn out no longer a threat to them. The afterfire that burned the misty bird of prey to ashes slowly dimmed in the palm of his hand, leaving only a little bit of irritating heat. Qin Jiu shook his hand, and the joint made a rattling noise.

For him, dragging the heavy black iron was a big burden, and he was really desperate at the last moment.

Because he had saved his life in the end, I felt that the man was more powerful.

Other people also heard Qin Jiu's words, but no one answered. On the one hand, it was because I had no energy to speak, on the other hand, I remembered the episode before the action—a small episode that was not a pleasant memory, and now I think of it as a joke.

There was silence.

The remaining misty bird's bones and the unextinguished fire fell like rain, leaving gray and black marks on the flying boat. 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 staggered to his feet.

He staggered towards his room.

Shen Changge sneered coldly and stood up. He glanced condescendingly at the rest of the people, with indescribable contempt in his eyes: "Everyone, it's rare to survive, and you have to take care of your injuries. After all... "

Shen Changge showed a mocking smile on his face.

"After all, it is not you who swear not to retreat."

He bit the words "Never retreat" very hard, and his tone of voice also contained a bit of sarcasm. But this time, neither Hezhou nor Qin Jiu said a word. Maybe it was because the huge wound on the shoulder was still bleeding, maybe because of other reasons, Shen Changge, who had the rare upper hand, didn't laugh anymore.

After Shen Changge left, his hands cracked, and Jun Wanbai, who had lost his bone sword, tore off the broken navy blue robe and wrapped it in hastily over the wound, frowning and standing up.

"Are you going to find Brother Baili?"

When passing by Qin Jiu, Jun Wanbai heard him ask like that.

Of course, no answer was received, and Jun Wanbai walked away without stopping. Qin Jiu shrugged, reaching out and groping around. Chu Zhiyuan, who was sitting beside him holding a long sword, glanced at him, and asked him what he was doing and did not hurt enough.

Then under Chu Zhiyuan’s puzzled gaze, Qin Jiu happily took out his gray-brown hip flask from his robe—the ghost knew why the battle was so fierce that this guy’s hip flask still Not swept away by the wind. He wiped the blood from the flask, unscrewed it and took a sip.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him blankly.

Sometimes Chu Zhiyuan feels that after so many years, he still has no way to understand how Qin Naozi grew. The guy who has been appointed as the heir of the peak owner, his biggest hobby on weekdays is to mix up the city, acting as a black-hearted brother who has fallen into the eye of the money and can't get out of it.

The merchant is obviously rich in the money houses of Kyushu, but the generation of Jiu Xuanmen is out of a strange kind like Qin Jiu.

"Would you like a bite?"

Qin Jiu asked if he wanted it, but he kept pouring into his own mouth with his hands, and he couldn't see the posture of leaving some for Chu Zhiyuan.

"...no more."

Qin Jiu asked symbolically, and Chu Zhiyuan could only answer symbolically. Thinking of other things in his mind, he looked down at his sword.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Qin Jiu glanced at him, put the hip flask on his lap, and raised his head to look at the no-shown Pavilion. Location."

Chu Zhiyuan followed his gaze. After the misty bird died, the clouds dispersed, the sky gradually brightened, a ray of sunlight fell on the top of the pavilion, and he looked in a daze like the misty bird just ignited. Undead fire. Bailishu had left, and there was nothing in the attic except the glazed tiles that reflected sunlight.

He was silent and did not answer Qin Jiu's words.

The young man who is known as the "Heavenly Immortal" is indeed a terrifying figure.

After spotting the misty birds for the first time, the man summoned them and set out the next steps in an irrefutable tone. Faced with "we have done everything from birth to death, big brother, are you here to make tea and watch the show?" When this questioning, the young man raised his eyes and looked at them calmly.

——The Qingyu Guangzhou can't be lost.

——Before you come back, I will not retreat.

"Swear by cultivating immortals."

The man downplayed, swearing by his own immortal Dao that the Qingyu Guangzhou will never be lost, and the disciples on the flying boat will never be in danger, and he will not retreat until they return.

And he did.

Qin Jiu and the others knew that they were able to successfully kill the misty bird this time, undoubtedly relying on Bailishu's accurate and terrible calculation and judgment, and that person counted everything, including the last misty bird. A blow of death will.

But this is not what makes people feel troublesome.

"I'm owed a lot..."

Qin Jiu murmured.