Ning Qingqiu is a person who likes to do things better than blind comparisons.

For she knew that reasoning was the weakest and meaningless solution to the problem for the monk.

Or is it the big fist that is the last word.

Ning Qingqiu watched the barren sky turn into a string of gourds in front of her like this, and she was also very happy in her heart.

To be honest, she didn't expect that Barren Cang would be so confident in herself, of course, it was also because she looked down on her Ning Qingqiu too much, anyway, she was so convinced of her own judgment, and she was ruthless and almost kicked "Ning Qingqiu" with all her strength, that is, the phantom of the Heavenly Desolate Sword.

It's terrifying.

Of course, when it comes to your own body, it hurts quite a lot.

At least the barren sky almost lost the ability to resist at this time, and could only look like a weak little girl waiting for the mighty and majestic man to bully wantonly, which was really completely reversed, and the two of them could be regarded as changing the style of painting.

"Heavenly Desolate Sword, do you just care about it so much?"

The desolate eyes burned.

Looking at Ning Qingqiu's eyes, they were all curious and dissatisfied.

Because the other party regards the holy relics in the minds of the scavengers as a very ordinary and ordinary existence, how can other people be embarrassed?

Even the death of his own son, there is no way to completely isolate such curiosity.

Ning Qingqiu shook his head: "I'm not what you think, it's just that I need to go all out to fight with you, if I lose, then don't say that I keep the Heavenly Desolate Sword, I must even lose my life, then even if I treat the Heavenly Desolate Sword as a treasure, it will be meaningless, and if I use it to successfully defeat you, just like now, what I will gain is the defeat of the enemy, The respect of other people, as well as the preservation of the Heavenly Desolate Sword, so, this is not an insult to it, but the best way to show its value, and to enshrine it as a fragile treasure porcelain is the biggest regret of the Heavenly Desolate Sword. ”

"Maybe it's because of this that the gods are obscure?"

The desolation was speechless.

The voice of her voice did not deliberately change, so one of the people present could hear it clearly, thinking about it, it was indeed very reasonable, but everyone's thinking was caught in a kind of inertia, and it was so that Ning Qingqiu pierced this layer of window paper, and everyone suddenly realized, yes, this is the truth.

After all, no matter how good the treasure is, if you don't have it, it doesn't mean anything.

Ning Qingqiu's open-minded thinking instantly gave countless inspiration to the scavengers.

Ning Qingqiu also felt very strange, although the scavengers had been on the battlefield for a long time, it could be said that they were really fighting every day, and they were on the battlefield everywhere, but it was very strange that they still retained some very primitive and almost innocent ideas, maybe the monks relied on their fists to solve problems most of the time, although they were also people with great wisdom, but more, they still put down a lot of schemes.

This may not be relevant to the monks, but correspondingly, many of the ideas of the enemy are stifled.

Ning Qingqiu didn't know that she had achieved a legend in the group of scavengers in the future, she just felt that this method of use was good, and it was put into practice, and it turned out that the effect was indeed excellent.

The desolate sky was not prepared to draw the Heavenly Desolate Sword.

If Ning Qingqiu couldn't think of this, it would be too stupid.

The Heavenly Desolate Sword had already firmly pierced into his body, and the sword qi was already linked to his five internal organs, the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and all the acupuncture points and joints, as long as there was a slight change, Ning Qingqiu could send him to the Western Heavens.

It can be said that when he kicked that kick, it was doomed.

It's just that at first, the wilderness thought that he was the winner, but he was full of ambition and soon was blown away by the rain and wind.

"Go on the road in peace, you will be the first god-level enemy to die at my hands. ”

But definitely not the last.

Ning Qingqiu said very indifferently.

There is no soft-heartedness.

The wilderness has long been mentally prepared.

If it is absolutely impossible for him to let go of an enemy who has such hatred as himself, the other party will not be grateful to you for letting him go, but will still think of 11,000 ways to kill you.

Wasteland smiled faintly: "Please destroy my body, I don't want my body to be in time."

Being taken advantage of...... No matter how you use it. ”

The body of the Avatar Monk is definitely a treasure.

Because they are very hard, they can even use their hair to forge magic weapons or even cast alchemy pills, of course, the latter is so disgusting, Lu Changsheng has always scoffed, but I have to say that such a school is still a big force among alchemists, because as long as they have excellent raw materials, they can get high-quality pills, so this school is actually very popular, at least in today's Kyushu.

Ning Qingqiu readily agreed to his request: "Okay, no problem, are you done talking? If you finish speaking, you will give up the idea that you plan to self-detonate, because I am already prepared, so under the sealing of the sword qi, it is impossible for your sea of consciousness and dantian to be successfully detonated, you can go on the road with peace of mind." ”

The desolation is silent.

In the end, he just sighed lightly: "There are talented people in the country, and they have led the way for hundreds of years." I am indeed old, and after this day, Kyushu and the world will belong to you young people!"

After finishing speaking, he completely gave up all the true qi in his body, and the incomparable sword qi completely shredded everything in his body in an instant, and finally the whole person was like a pile of sand and dust, or a wisp of green smoke, which was extinguished in such a hurry.

The scavengers present all had a sense of witnessing history.

The desolate and desolate rahu of the rampant goshawk team staged the last swan song of their lives in the heavenly gladiatorial arena, and in front of their eyes, they died thoroughly, just like watching a silent witty comedy, full of a sense of ridiculous absurdity.

For a long time, the two fathers and sons really didn't expect that it was just a simple conflict, and in the end it turned out to be like this, right?

Ning Qingqiu put the sword into the sheath and walked off the field.

The scavengers got out of the way again.

Even if all kinds of thoughts were circling in their hearts, but in the face of the invincible power of the Yuan Infant who even beheaded the desolate Luo Hu and the desolate firmament, the scavengers, still did not dare to act rashly.

Everyone is waiting for the first bird to be the pioneer.

If something happens, someone will stand in the way, and then everyone will flock to the top, so that they can have a chance to get the Heavenly Desolate Sword, otherwise it will just be a food delivery.