The children of the immortals never use weapons to kill people, and she will only feel in the way with a heavy sword in her hand. Killing those insignificant nameless juniors, she often only needs a look, or a spell is enough, for those who are at the same level as Nan Qing and have cultivated to a high level of spiritual power, no matter how difficult it is, it is just a matter of a few tricks and a few styles. The Nanqing immortals will never dodge the three moves of the children of the immortals, and now they have hit the dozen moves, but the children of the immortals want to keep him alive and play with him, just like a cat and a dog for the children of the immortals to amuse, the kind of immortal appearance, it is the most pleasant to watch.

"Jingjie, your master is only one move away from dying, and he is going to die in my hands." While fighting with the Nanqing Immortals in a relaxed and comfortable manner, the Ziqi Immortal kept saying this to Jingjie, reminding him over and over again that Nanqing was about to die in his own hands.

The child stage immortal glanced at Jing Jie before stretching out that palm, and then hooked the corner of his left mouth and smiled.

Nanqing had reached a stage of coma, and every sword he came out of now was based on feeling. When the child stage immortal stretched out that palm towards him, he didn't even realize it, in a trance, and even gestured indiscriminately to the air.

Jingjie pulled out his sword and blocked the palm of the child immortal. When Jingjie's sword touched the aura of the Ziqi Immortal, there was a loud noise, which shook the Nanqing Immortal in the confusion to his senses.

"He's—my master." When Jing Jie said this, he paused and gritted his teeth.

Nan Qing looked at him in horror, the usually soft and weak, cute and well-behaved teenager, giving people the feeling that he would never grow up, and maintained this cute and loving state all his life, he looked at today's red-eyed teenager, in a trance, he would actually think of Lin Yan in the past, the young man who killed red eyes in the face of other people's accusations on the battlefield, Nan Qing looked at him, I don't know if he was red eyes because he was uncomfortable crying, or because of anger, his eyes were red. In short, he couldn't help but think of Lin Yan, and slowly began to feel scared in his heart, he was afraid that this young man would become crazy and become a demon like he did at the beginning, afraid that he would kill red eyes and finally no one would recognize him, afraid that he would be regarded as a monster by others because of this, afraid that he would jump off the stage desperately, and then only Nanqing would be left alone.

"Jingjie! Jing Festival! Nanqing walked up and dragged Jingjie's hand, but he pushed him away.

Jing Jie slowly raised his sword and looked at the Ziqi Immortal, showing a vicious expression, he didn't know how funny his actions were at this moment, the Ziqi Immortal was in the Immortal Realm Kyushu, what kind of character he was, even if it was ten Nanqing combined, it would not necessarily be the opponent of the Ziqi Immortal, a nameless junior like him, it was already a great luck to be able to see the immortal skills of the Ziqi Immortal with his own eyes, and it was really a joke-like decision to challenge her in vain.

But the child period immortal seems to be very willing to see this scene, she smiled kindly at Jing Jie, and then fought with him, every move and style of the child period immortal is to close her own aura, otherwise, with the gap in the aura between them, the child period immortal will not do anything, and Jing Jie's sword will be stabbed over, and it will also be accidentally injured by the powerful aura of the child period immortal. Every move of the child stage immortal is extremely gentle, he doesn't seem to want to fight a life-and-death battle with Jing Jie, but just really conducts daily training, and in these trainings, the child stage immortal is still half-joking.

Jing Jie didn't realize this, because he was really hard to fight - Jing Jie was born weak, and he didn't have any foundation for cultivating immortals, all the swordsmanship that he could learn today, and all the progress he got was all due to his own efforts, and the immortals of the level of the child immortals, she could easily wipe out Jing Jie in the blink of an eye.

The Child's Immortal's moves are getting faster and stronger, but she is still blocking her aura - it seems that she just wants the young man to be injured more, but she doesn't want to kill him.

Jingjie's white clothes have been completely stained with his own blood, and Nanqing's help will not help, because now the confrontation between the two of them and the immortals of the child period is a dying struggle, and the outcome has been decided, and fighting hard is nothing more than for their own dignity.

"Smack." Jingjie's sword has been broken. Jing Jie looked at the remaining half of the sword in his hand, as well as the other half of the sword on the ground, dumbfounded, although Wang Mo Xianmen is an all-powerful immortal gate, swordsmanship, illusion, medical skills, etc., etc., etc., all proficient, and Wang Mo Xianmen's disciples will practice a variety of immortal arts on weekdays - but that is only for other children, like Jing Jie, who has no immortal roots, no wisdom, can repair the same, that is already very remarkable, so according to the instructions of the Nanmian Immortal Lord, Jingjie only practices swordsmanship, Now that his sword was broken, he really didn't know what else he could do to defeat the Child-Period Immortal.

The child stage immortal had already come towards him, brewing an immortal technique that could kill him once, but he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what else he could do.

"Jingjie!" The Southern Qing Immortal threw a sword towards Jingjie, and blue light flashed around him.

Jing Jie stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and the moment his hand touched the sword, his hand was stung. The sword was very heavy, and the aura was so strong that it was a little difficult for Jing Jie to hold, but looking at the Zi Qi Immortal who was running towards him opposite, thinking that there was still his master standing behind him, Jing Jie used all his strength, held his eyes red, and then threw it out fiercely at the Zi Qi Immortal. The child stage immortal calculated thousands of calculations, but she didn't count this step, when the sword rushed over, although she dodged immediately, but the aura of the sword still hurt her - a cut on the index finger of her left hand - fairy world Kyushu, so big, no one can hurt the child stage immortal, many years ago, the one who could hurt her was probably the Hades King, in addition, with the strength and cultivation of the child stage immortal, who else could hurt him? It is estimated that the matter of the child stage immortal being scratched by a nameless young junior will spread all over Kyushu before dawn tomorrow, and it will be talked about by people for more than ten years - this is really a rare occurrence in a hundred years.

Jing Jie's hand was trembling, not because of the weight of the sword, but because the aura of the sword was really stabbing him. Especially when the sword injured the child immortal, a strange electric current came from the sword, and his arm was numb from the electricity, Jingjie felt uncomfortable and wanted to let go of his hand, but the sword seemed to grow on his hand, and he couldn't shake it off, and many strange pictures that he had never seen suddenly flashed in his mind - he saw a fairyland, with beautiful mountains and rivers. Lined with green trees, many mythical beasts that he had never seen, he saw a man, dressed in dark clothes, burly, looking about the same age as the master, He saw a young man in white, white and pure, very thin, with a mole next to the corner of his eye, and he smiled very well, he saw the bustling and lively bazaar in the mortal world, and then suddenly a group of people ran after him, and then he saw a boy in red clothes who saved himself, the young man's eyes were like stars, very handsome, and then he saw the beginning, At the gate of that fairyland, suddenly stood a group of strange people, holding weapons, with fierce faces, wearing cyan and turquoise clothes, and burning the fairyland. Then he saw the young man in white stabbed in the chest with a sword, and then slowly fell, he saw his own shadow in the moonlight, holding the sword, frantically killing those people, he looked down and saw that he was covered in blood, and then the picture turned black, he saw a stone cave, the Nanqing immortal slept on the stone, his face was pale, he knelt down, kowtowed to him three times, and then left a bottle of medicine, and left, and then he saw a gloomy fairyland, the stone plaque was engraved with "Dyeing Forest Immortal Grotto", and he saw a terrifying-looking beast, Seeing a man in black with a mask, seeing a beautiful and lovely little girl, I can't imagine that he is a murderous child immortal, and then he sees that he is killing people, and then slowly a lot of pictures appear, he originally felt strange, felt inexplicable, but the more he looked, the more familiar he felt, he looked at himself, but he didn't know himself.

In the last picture, he jumped off the stage and left the stage, and then he saw Nanqing crying.

Jing Jie opened his eyes suddenly, and slowly raised the sword, which was engraved on the body of the sword - Mu Sha.

Then Jing Jie raised his head, glanced at Nanqing, his eyes were confused, and said, "Lin Yan." ”

When the child period immortal saw this scene, she also felt inexplicable at first, and was even stunned, but then she glanced at Jingjie and Nanqing, and she smiled with satisfaction: "Congratulations, Nanqing immortal." Then he turned and flew away.

Jing Jie looked at Nanqing, and then slowly fainted.

When Jing Jie lay down, he still held the sword in his hand.

Nanqing only thought about what it would be like to see him again many years later, but he never thought about what he should do if one day he recalled his past life and knew what he had done.

Nan Qing held up Jing Jie with both hands, took him back to his dormitory, put him on the couch, took off his dirty and torn clothes, bandaged his wounds, and then wanted to take down the sword in his hand, but he still held on to it and didn't want to let go, so Nan Qing sat down, sat beside him, and then looked at him, and cried all of a sudden.

"Master." Jing Jie closed his eyes and screamed in a daze.

"I'm here." Nanqing sobbed.

"Master."

"I'm here."