In the arena of fighting for immortals, Chen Xiaojiu moved in all directions, dodging the fierce attack of a spear.

The spear held by Pei Di danced rapidly, blocking the direction of Chen Xiaojiu's dodge.

When the spear strikes, it is sharp, virtual and real, and when it retreats, it is as fast as the wind, steady and atmospheric.

Chen Xiaojiu has no way to retreat, running Zhou Tian's blood and qi, turning his palm into a hand knife.

The mana around his body gathered at the side of his hand, clinging to the tip of the gun and walking away.

The knife struck left and right, fending off the fast-dancing spear.

Then he made a progressive punch, blasted the tip of the gun, and kicked his back, almost kicking the spear in Pei Di's hand away.

Unforgiving, Chen Xiaojiu's fingertips lightly buckled the tip of the gun, and approached Pei Di along the barrel of the gun.

Seeing that the fists were about to smash into Pei Di's face one after another, Pei Di's wrist flipped, and the head of the gun circled out of an arc at a very fast speed, pasting Chen Xiaojiu's face, and continued to stab at Chen Xiaojiu.

Chen Xiaojiu condensed the rune and drew a circle in the void, and dialed a thousand catties in four or two to repel the spear stabbed by Pei Di.

touched the scar left on his cheek and gave Pei Di a thumbs up

"Good marksmanship"

This is the true thought in Chen Xiaojiu's heart, the gun of the sword and the moon stick for a lifetime.

An ordinary spear seemed to come to life in Pei Di's hands.

Among the basic moves of moving, buckling, and piercing, what is shown is the killing intent honed on the battlefield of life and death.

There is no gorgeous posture in one move, but it can take people's lives invisibly.

Marksmanship Grandmaster, well deserved.

Pei Di smiled calmly when he heard Chen Xiaojiu's praise, and stood beside him with his gun in tow.

replied indifferently

"Can you continue?"

Chen Xiaojiu took out the wine gourd and took a sip of it.

Powerful response

"Look"

The spiritual power gathered into a knife in the palm of his hand, flickering into the void, and heading straight for Pei Di.

Pei Di unhurriedly raised his spear and rushed to a certain place in the void, forcing the figure that was difficult for Chen Xiaojiu to chase out of the void.

The spear is like a dragon, breaking through the abyss.

The head of the spear was like a snake, sharp and sharp, leaving several holes in Chenxiaojiu's shirt one after another.

Chen Xiaojiu didn't care about the injuries left on his body by the spear, what he was best at was fighting with his life.

The line of life and death, a thought of momentum.

The gun is fast, the knife is fast.

The two are competing for speed at the moment, giving up the stalemate style of play.

The gun collided with the knife, and the void was shocked.

collided again, and the spear collapsed into a bow, using force to fight.

The body of the spear bent to remove part of the powerful attack power of the dust Xiaojiu, and then released it from the barrel of the gun.

The gun came out like a dragon, and Pei Di stepped up to follow.

Chen Xiaojiu's right hand quickly engraved a digital pattern in the void, piercing through the void and appearing directly behind Pei Di.

Pei Di slammed back the horse pistol with his back, shattering the long knife turned by Chen Xiaojiu's spiritual power, and pointed directly at the center of Chen Xiaojiu's eyebrows.

Chen Xiaojiu clasped his hands together and tightly grasped the tip of the whistling gun.

The tip of the spear broke open the palm, the mouth of the dust Xiaojiuhu opened, and the blood flowed down the cold tip of the spear into the red tassel, which was even more bewitching.

"Printed"

As the words were spoken, a formed yin-yang diagram appeared on Chen Xiaojiu's chest.

Dead air overflows the sky, flooding the yin and yang pisces.

Yin and yang rotated, the dead air rippled, and the soul of the dust Xiaojiu broke out of the body, sitting on the yin and yang diagram.

The Dao species emerged as a green lotus, and the laws converged all over the body, hooking up the aura of the Great Dao, and the heavenly thunder rolled down.

"Disease"

As he spoke, the soul villain on the yin-yang diagram carried a thunderbolt in the sky and blasted towards Pei Di.

Pei Di did not retreat but advanced, let out a long whistle, grabbed the barrel of the gun and pushed it forward.

The tip of the spear broke through the heart of Chenxiaojiu's eyebrows, and a drop of blood fell from the void on the ring.

...

Among those who watched the battle from the outside world, many people paid attention to the battle in the ring where Chen Xiaojiu was.

After all, the first group of people to enter the ring have very few who have been able to hold on until now.

On the other hand, the battle between Chen Xiaojiu and Pei Di attracted many people to watch.

On the floating island, Zong Mingyue sat on the ground and asked Wu Lan next to her anxiously

"Who won? Who won?"

Wu Lan waved his hand reluctantly and said:

"Don't bother me, I don't know"

Zong Mingyue turned her head to look at the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, and asked obediently and carefully:

"Sister Lu, who won?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi smiled skillfully, and her jade fingers flicked Zong Mingyue's head.

"Dust Xiaojiu won. ”

Zong Mingyue didn't have time to talk about it when she heard this, and the words of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi suddenly made her fall silent

"It can also be said that I lost"

Zong Mingyue looked at Pei Di, who had already put down the spear in the ring, and asked puzzledly:

"Did you lose or win?"

Zong Mingyue had messy hair on her head, wishing that she was the boss who broke through the taboo, so that she could see the bits and pieces of Chen Xiaojiu's battle clearly.

Instead of waiting for the results to be told by others.

An Beixuan calmly explained to Zong Mingyue:

"The last shot, the defender kept his hand"

"In that case, shouldn't it be counted as the defender winning?" Zong Mingyue was already confused now.

Wu Lan glanced at Zong Mingyue, and said resentfully that iron could not become steel

"In the previous battle, the defenders have always used the cultivation of the five grades of the Dao Realm to fight against Dust Xiaojiu."

"So Chen Xiaojiu has been in a state of suppression"

"But in the end, that grandson actually pressed his own cultivation to the same level as Chen Xiaojiu."

"So, the dust Xiaojiu Divine Soul attack first spear hit the defender in one step"

Speaking of this, Wu Lan looked up to the sky and howled extremely unevenly, grabbed Zong Mingyue's neckline, and asked:

"What can you learn from this?"

Zong Mingyue trembled and whispered:

"Fair play?"

Wu Lan responded viciously:

"Wrong, it's not pretending to be forced, being struck by lightning"

After finishing speaking, he was paralyzed on the ground of the floating island, muttering unclear words all the time.

Zong Mingyue looked at Wu Lan, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, like a fool, and took a step back, not wanting to be infected.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi flashed her pretty eyes, and said to Wu Lan teasingly:

"Wu Da God of Gamblers, are you still gambling?"

Wu Lan stared at the gloating Yaochi Holy Maiden with resentment, and said unwillingly:

"It was an accident"

"Dust Xiaojiu should have lost"

"The front is pressed so badly, how can the back counterattack!

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi shook her finger and denied:

"I only care about the result, not the process"

At the same time, he glanced at the Qiankun bag around Wu Lan's waist, and asked with great interest:

"Why don't we take a gamble?"

"This time, it's a press on Moqi!"

Wu Lan's face turned dark, covered the Qiankun bag around his waist, and looked at the Holy Maiden of Yaochi vigilantly.

"This is my daughter-in-law"

"If you lose all of them, will you find me a daughter-in-law?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi covered her mouth and smiled when she heard this, her face fluttering lightly, revealing a delicate countenance, making the eyes of the people around her who saw it inadvertently almost fall to the ground.

An Beixuan listened to the conversation between the two and said thoughtfully:

"It seems that Wu Gongzi lost miserably, otherwise he wouldn't have given up just one gamble!"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi attached her face to An Beixuan's shoulder, raised her onion jade fingers, and gestured "one".

An Beixuan said curiously:

"A spiritual source?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi shook her head and motioned for An Beixuan to continue guessing!

"A Dao Treasure?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi glanced at Wu Lan and said helplessly:

"He can't afford to buy a Dao treasure if he sells it!"

An Beixuan's pretty face flashed a hint of cunning, and she put her hand on the waist of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi.

With a slight touch, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi was stunned for a moment, and then her blushing rose, and her sweet face couldn't help but smile.

The fierce crossed waist stared at An Beixuan:

"Okay, you're a little An'an, you've learned badly"

An Beixuan shrugged her shoulders and said that it didn't matter, stretched out her finger, and said with a wicked smile:

"Tell me what Wu Lan lost to you?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi covered her waist and replied dissatisfiedly:

"Reflection"

Then there was a burst of laughter and begging for mercy on the floating island.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi, who was caught with her weakness, helplessly attached herself to An Beixuan's ear and explained to her in a whisper.

The next moment, An Beixuan looked at Wu Lan who was still paralyzed on the ground in disbelief.

"Aren't you afraid that Chen Xiaojiu will beat you to death?"

Wu Lansheng stared at the starry sky without love, and replied helplessly:

"I'm not afraid of dust Xiaojiu"

"I'm afraid that Mo Qi will directly crush my bones and scatter ashes"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi and An Beixuan glanced at each other, and said with a smile:

"Well deserved"

...

In the ring, Chen Xiaojiu stared at Pei Di, who was standing with his gun closed, with a somewhat complicated expression:

"You don't have to"

Pei Di's phantom has become a little thinner, and he sighed:

"It's been a long time since I've had such a hearty battle"

"I should thank you for fulfilling my wish"

"As for winning or losing, it doesn't matter to me anymore"

"Besides, didn't you keep your hand in the end? Otherwise, now, I'm afraid my obsession has completely dissipated."

Chen Xiaojiu looked at Pei Di who was smiling, and a touch of sadness appeared in his heart.

Such an amazing and brilliant Tianjiao, but he only wants to fight without regrets.

At this time, the spear in Pei Di's hand that had been gathered by obsession gradually dissipated.

Pei Di showed a gorgeous smile on his face, raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, and looked greedily at the blazing Bai Yujing.

Said out loud to Chen Xiaojiu:

"I'm so lucky I can see my hometown again"

Chen Xiaojiu was stung by Pei Di's words and was speechless.

What happened in the 10,000-year-old Bai Yujing.

So that the people in front of him have been eroded by the years, and they are still persistently looking forward to staring at their hometown.

"You are not suitable for knife practice, there is a lack of domineering in the knife technique"

Chen Xiaojiu was stunned when he heard this, obviously he didn't expect Pei Di to say such a sentence.

Pei Di looked at Chen Xiaojiu, and said with some embarrassment:

"In terms of age, I'm not a few years older than you"

"It stands to reason that I am not qualified to say these things to you"

"However, I see in you the same breath as we do"

Chen Xiaojiu looked at Pei Di who was about to speak incomprehensibly, smiled indifferently, and said:

"There's nothing you can't say, please speak up"

Pei Di looked at Chen Xiaojiu's palm that was entangled in deathless qi with a complicated expression, and said:

"Your way of fighting is too aggressive, and you can even say that you are begging for death"

"Injuries for injuries, not for injuries"

"In other words, you already think of yourself as a dying person"

"That's where I said you are similar to our obsessions!"

Saying this, a trace of sadness flashed in Pei Di's eyes, and he looked at his companions who were still fighting around him.

Shen Dao:

"Chen Xiaojiu, we had no choice back then, so we embarked on the road of seeking death"

"I don't know what happened to you, and I'm not qualified to persuade you."

"But if there's a glimmer of hope, don't give up"

Chen Xiaojiu's heart warmed, there was no explanation, no disgust, and he bowed respectfully:

"Obey the Teachings"

A good word and three winters are warm, it is a meeting of Pingshui, but Chen Xiaojiu unexpectedly gained a warmth.

Pei Di smiled happily, a little desperate and lonely, which is not experienced by those who have not experienced it, can not understand.

If you are not desperate, who would choose to take a gamble!

Pei Di glanced greedily at the starry sky, and a hoarse voice sounded in the sky

"Guys, Pei Di goes first"

"In the twenty-six years of his life, he has not lived up to the expectations of his hometown fathers"

"Kill one thousand and nine, sacrifice my flesh and blood compatriots"

The voice echoed in the starry sky, and Pei Di turned into a rain of light, scattering the stars and the earth.

The bright red banner on Mo Yu City was windless, and the sad melody sounded from the depths of Bai Yujing.

Farewell to the returnees, returnees!

There was a point of light floating in front of Dust Xiaojiu, and then he entered the sea of Dust Xiaojiu's knowledge.

Pei Di's voice sounded for the last time:

"Meeting is fate"

"I hope some of my cultivation insights can help you"

"In the end, the marksmanship from Noluko will be given to you"

"You Long throws everything to break, the lonely gun is nine companies in the country, and the marksmanship is called survival"

"All or nothing, at the same time, I hope you can live to die"

"After all, the grass and trees elves in this world, laughter and laughter, there is always something worth remembering"

The dust Xiaojiu divine soul clicked on the light group, and a phantom appeared in the sea of knowledge.

began to deduce the mystery of survival marksmanship for Chen Xiaojiu, one by one, extremely serious.

Chen Xiaojiu stared at the phantom's actions seriously without blinking.

Block, take, pierce, stab, tie, wrap, circle, pounce, point, pluck, dance!

Pei Di has integrated everything he has learned in this life into basic movements.

The marksmanship faded into a mediocre move.

But every blow, every stab, is what Pei Di realized on the battlefield.

A block, a stab, without any reservations.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom had already evolved the survival marksmanship three times in the sea of consciousness.

After the final blow was returned to the carbine, the phantom smiled sideways and said goodbye:

"Dust Xiaojiu, cherish..."

At this moment, Chen Xiaojiu's heart was like a stone rolling, and the water chestnut was clearly painful.

Some people ended brilliantly, and some people left silently.

Some people choose to inherit hatred and never die.

Some people pass on warmth to the world, only hoping that this prosperous universe can be less desperate and unwilling.

Chen Xiaojiu straightened his clothes, clenched his fists, let go, clenched his fists again, and let go again.

After a few turns, the spiritual power converged into a spear, which appeared in the hands of Xiao Jiu.

Then he put on a gun gesture and shook out a gun flower in the ring.

Moving, buckle, tie ......

As if Pei Di was still in front of him, Chen Xiaojiu danced with the gun.

The creatures outside the ring may never be able to understand Chen Xiaojiu's actions.

All they saw was a fool laughing wildly at the void, standing beneath the firmament, fiddling with his spear.

Although the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and the others did not know what was happening and the conversation in the ring.

But from Chen Xiaojiu's every move, it seems that the surging sadness can be seen.

Wu Lan frowned, staring at the stubborn figure in the starry sky ring.

At this moment, the figure of the spear seemed to merge with the child who climbed into the gate of Zhengxian City ten years ago.

The same loneliness, the same stubbornness.

But the light of the tip of the spear flickered like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Not dazzling, but already there!

In the ring, Chen Xiaojiu turned around and struck, and the return pistol reappeared in the starry sky again.

The gun is there, and Pedi is still there.

...

In the rest of the ring, the phantoms who had just solved the opponent looked at the scattered points of light in the starry sky.

Some were silent, others laughed and wept.

In the ring, where Mo Qi was, the woman in pink stroked the strings again.

With tears in his eyes, he stared at the guqin in front of him, refusing to look up.

Ruyu's thin fingers swept across the body of the piano, and the momentum of Jin Ge's iron horse exploded under the starry sky.

Swallowing mountains and rivers, the sound of the piano blends with the rhythm of the depths of Bai Yujing.

The world of war is in full swing before everyone's eyes.

Someone fell in a pool of blood, his hands still clutching the broken sword.

Someone crawled out of the mountain of corpses, waving battle flags and staggering forward.

There are women, children and old people who sacrifice their bodies to the array, igniting the ancient immortal fire.

The starry sky buried the ancient city, but it could not bury the immortal soul.

The darkness extinguishes the light, but it can't extinguish the blood in the young man's heart.

The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

The sound of the piano fell, the melody died, and the starry sky was silent.

The woman in pink who was sitting cross-legged in front of Mo Qi stood up, revealing a wonderful figure.

The woman in pink smiled at Mo Qi and asked for help:

"Sister, help me tie my hair in a bun!"

Under the attack of the pink-clothed woman's tender eyes, Mo Qi reluctantly stepped forward and tied up the pink-clothed woman's loose hair.

However, he was clumsy, and tied a ponytail to the woman in pink by dividing five by two.

Under the gaze of the woman in pink, Mo Qi's eyes drifted away, but he still said eloquently:

"Youthful, ponytail is a symbol of a girl"

"Liu Chu girl, don't get cheap and sell well"

The woman in pink smiled when she heard this, and touched the ponytail on the top of her head.

I can't help but think of the past, the last time she tied a ponytail was when she was sixteen or seventeen years old.

Since then, in order to pursue elegance, he has been wearing green silk.

I can't imagine the girl who runs fast for three, and the day when she is called a girl.

Liu Chu's index finger tapped Mo Qi's forehead cleanly, passed a picture to Mo Qi, blinked playfully, and said:

"This is the dance I danced for my husband when I was ready to get married."

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to find the bastard who haunts me"

"So, little sister Moqi, you must take your sister's happiness and bravely pursue the person you like."

When the words fell, Liu Chu and the guqin turned into light and rain, embellishing the starry sky.

Liu Chu's sweet voice with a hint of pride sounded in the void:

"Bai Yujing, Liu Chu"

"Kill the enemy two thousand and six, women don't let the eyebrows, who says that women are not as good as men"

Another phantom dissipated, and Mo Qi squatted in the ring and drew circles repeatedly.

"Wait for me to have long hair and waist, and don't get married"

"I will definitely take your happiness and make a different fireworks"

Mo Qi muttered to himself, but his mind kept showing the figure of the woman in pink Liu Chu dancing solo in the moonlight.

One point of moonlight, one point of loneliness, and eight points is the girl's expectation and hope.

At the top of the ring, the fairy young man holding a brush fell, and just entered the ring, the figure with a black mask instantly disappeared into the void.

"The ghost city of Fengdu is in the same vein, and it has fallen into the glory of the ancestors"

The next moment, the fox Qiu young man Mengkun stepped into the ring, looked at the young man who was painting in the void with a pen, and said calmly:

"Even if you kill all the Tianjiao here, you can't save Bai Yujing's fate that is about to disappear."

"Let's look at the world thousands of years later, who can remember Bai Yujing?"

With the last stroke of the fairy youth, a lively bird appeared in the starry sky.

The fairy spirit young man raised his arms to release the birds, turned his head to look at Mengkun, and replied arrogantly:

"The millennium is shattered, who dares not to know the immortal in my painting!"