Xingtie, my life is like walking on thin ice

The robin nodded and watched Zhuqing leave.

......

"He's so precious. I really envy you, brother. You can always get such treasures."

Zhu Qing flipped his hand, and the bullet appeared steadily in his hand. He smiled lightly, "How about you come?"

Hearing this, Potiou shook his head instantly. He admitted that he was very moved, but...

"Come on, brother, this treasure is something you paid for with your life, I can't take it away from you."

Potio pulled the gun from his leg, turned it around and handed the handle to Zhuqing.

"We've investigated that person called Huang Quan. If my guess is correct, you must have gotten this bullet from that place of nothingness."

Zhu Qing didn't reply, and Potio continued talking to himself.

"You're lucky to be able to get out of that damn place."

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhuqing paid with his life for this bullet.

"Rather than the question of who should shoot the bullet, I am more concerned about you, brother. I originally thought you were the guy I met somewhere else, but now... brother, are you okay?"

Nothingness...no one wants to touch that damn thing.

"I have a friend who is a powerful Void Commander."

Zhu Qing shrugged, "And after the last [Hunting] observation, that trace of nothingness power has been suppressed. As long as I don't force this power, I'll be fine."

"But as long as your dear has this power, he will use it sooner or later."

Poteo wanted to say something else, but sighed instead.

advise?

There is no way to persuade him, he is just like this. What's the point of persuading him when he has a baby?

It would be better to remind the big star than to persuade Zhu Qing.

"Never mind, it just so happens that I can use this gun to help you."

"Then your luck is over."

Zhu Qing laughed and took the gun.

"Honestly, why don't you try it? There's a huge difference between watching and actually using it."

"My dear, if you continue to seduce me, I'm going to shoot you."

Portio waved his hand and said he really had no intention of robbing. It didn't matter who fired the gun. To be honest, for the Sea Patrol Ranger, this shot was just for fun.

They don't care about the reputation that comes with it.

Oh, no, if Zhu Qing were to start it, the effect would be even better. If one person issues two assembly orders, those who have a grudge against Zhu Qing will probably have trouble sleeping for the rest of their lives.

Zhu Qing loaded the bullet and said, "After this is over, remember to come to Xianzhou and I'll treat you to a drink."

"I heard that Xianzhou has wine that has been preserved for thousands of years."

"You're quite a drinker."

The gun was raised above their heads. What seemed like an extremely important matter to outsiders was not something particularly noteworthy to them.

They fired this bullet for the bottom line. Similarly, the rangers who were invited also came for the bottom line. No one cared whether it was a big deal or not.

"Okay, then I'll shamelessly ask for a bottle for you."

"He's been waiting for you to say that, dear!"

He is going to order this immortal boat!

With a bang, a purple light shot up into the sky. At the same time, countless meteors appeared in the originally dark night.

Zhu Qing looked up at the sky and laughed.

"The time has come."

"Go ahead, brother. I'll tell the other brothers and sisters what to do."

Potio patted Zhuqing's shoulder and said, "Brothers are waiting for your triumphant return."

The Rangers didn't need to intervene in this battle; someone was needed to explain the situation.

Otherwise, Potio wouldn't have followed Zhuqing here.

Originally, Zhu Qing was the most suitable person to go, but someone was needed to deal with it on Sunday, and he was not at ease with only the Starry Sky Train.

A flash of knife light flashed across, and the surrounding space seemed to be cut open, revealing a hole. Inside the hole, a cool night breeze was blowing. This was in mid-air, and I didn't know whether it was a dream or reality.

Zhu Qing didn't say anything more. Sometimes, too many words would seem like a burden.

He turned his back to the hole and leaned back.

In just a moment, the feeling of weightlessness came over me.

The [Chorus] that Sunday transformed into was right below, but Zhu Qing closed his eyes and let the wind whistle in his ears.

Even though he was in the most dangerous battlefield, Zhu Qing felt a sense of peace in this moment.

My thoughts drifted away a lot at this moment.

Sunday also defended the "weak", but what he did had reached an intolerable level.

If possible, Zhu Qing would be willing to resolve the matter peacefully, but things did not go as planned, and now they have no choice but to resort to war.

The universe is vast and can accommodate two or even many sounds. Precisely because it is so vast, if there is only one sound, it would be too monotonous.

Zhu Qing does not think that the path he takes is necessarily more correct than Sunday's, nor does he think that Sunday's actions have no merits.

Just like he can't stop people from choosing to stagnate.

But at least before that, he could give the people he could see the right to choose. Being forced to stay here and depriving them of the right to choose was also a form of bullying.

Zhu Qing opened his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand towards the sky.

"Come on, believers of order, let us see who can make it to the end."

Suddenly, a meteor fell towards Zhu Qing from the sky.

With a bang, Zhu Qing and the meteor fell to the ground almost at the same time, raising a huge cloud of dust between the Starry Sky Train and Sunday.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a snow-white long sword stood upright at Zhu Qing's side. Zhu Qing grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out. The blade of the sword was also snow-white, with a few simple golden lines engraved on it. As Zhu Qing moved, the golden lines flickered slightly.

The figure of [Tongxie] appeared in front of Zhuqing.

The long sword was unsheathed and aimed at Sunday, who had turned into a "chorus choir" in front of him.

......

Chapter 139: Decisive Battle

"So, even you have woken up?"

Sunday seemed to let out a sigh, but no expression could be seen on his huge body.

Yes, there is only divinity that transcends humanity.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. My dreams never need others to realize them."

The golden lines on the blade became clearer and clearer. Holding this knife that felt completely different, Zhu Qing was still trying to receive the information from the knife.

Or, how to use it.

Interestingly, it will not actively tell Zhuqing how to use it, but as long as it is injected with power, Zhuqing will have a vague feeling of how to use it.

Although he hadn't used its power yet, Zhu Qing could already feel that this knife was very strong, completely different from the other black knife.

If my other knife is purely offensive and exists almost exclusively for killing enemies, then this knife's offensiveness is much weaker, and it instead acts more on myself?

Although it sounds a bit strange to say this, this is the feeling that this knife gives Zhuqing.

"In that case, let us resolve this dispute in the most direct way."

The huge statue opened its arms, and the sounds of nature emerged from thin air, covering the sky and the sun, rushing towards everyone like a river.

"Everyone, be careful."

After he finished speaking, Zhu Qing turned his long sword, held the hilt in reverse, and swung the sword. The golden sword light met the endless musical notes.

The sword light and the musical notes collided in an instant, but the explosion that everyone expected did not happen. The golden sword light was like a silk thread, and it entangled all the musical notes in the blink of an eye.

A crisp breaking sound was heard, and the notes in the sky, along with the golden threads, turned into dust.

Zhu Qing turned the handle of the knife again and held the long knife straight. He was calculating the power of the knife. After all, it was his first time using it. Even if he already knew how to use it, it would take some time to become proficient in it.

The musical notes all over the sky looked scary, but in fact, it wouldn't take much effort for him to use another knife, it's just that the visual effect was different.

Of course, as a creation of the Star God, if it only had these abilities, it would be a bit too cheap.

This ability is only the most basic function, just like the "sharp" attribute of his other knife, and the deeper ability...

"Oh? I didn't expect you to catch His attention at a time like this."

Sunday's voice seemed a little surprised.

"A star god of [Harmony] would actually watch a walker of [Hunting]."

Although he was talking, there was no sign of stopping his attack. Since he was determined to use this battle as a way to resolve the dispute, he would definitely not show mercy.

"I'm surprised too, but as long as I can defeat you, I don't really care where this power comes from."

Zhu Qing dodged the attacks while still replying.

Suddenly, an ice arrow flew straight towards Sunday's face, and March Seven's fingers below had just loosened.

She wasn't very strong and was a bit timid, but when fighting alongside others, she would never stand there and surrender.

Sunday didn't care about the ice arrow, and was not even on guard against it. The power contained in the arrow was not enough to hurt him.

The next second after Sunday thought of this, a golden thread suddenly floated over and sank into the ice arrow. At the same time, the ice arrow hit his forehead, and the violent explosion shook his huge body backward.

Although he was not seriously injured, he was still hurt.

?

Sunday is confusing, and March 7th below is even more confusing.

Her eyes widened in shock, and feeling the gazes from all around her, she spoke quickly.

"It wasn't me. I don't have that much strength!"

what?

She wounded God on Sunday?

real or fake?

"Don't be nervous, March, it's me."

Taking advantage of the gap between the explosions, Zhu Qing finally had time to talk to the person behind him.

"Although the foundations of the dream have been shaken, the Choir summoned by all members of the Oak family is far too powerful for one person to defeat. Please do your best to disrupt their actions. I will also do my best to assist your attacks."

"But in this case, Zhuqing, your strength..."

Walter's tone was inevitably a little worried. Although the imaginary numbers generated by the power of destiny may seem very metaphysical, they still have to abide by the basic laws of physics. At least they can't ignore them.

Although it is not known how Zhu Qing achieved the goal of dividing his own strength, dividing his strength means that he is being weakened. Judging from the current situation, it is most appropriate to concentrate his strength rather than dividing his strength.

"Don't worry, Mr. Walter. This power is not a continuous output. I still have plenty of virtual energy in my body. I know what to do."

Before Zhuqing could continue, Sunday's attack came again.

The huge statue was solemn and majestic, and each attack carried an unstoppable feeling. Even Zhu Qing would still find it difficult to withstand such an attack, not to mention the little men beside him.

The power of each of their attacks is not obvious, but once they make contact, the impact is enough to make people's eyes go black, their brains feel dizzy, and even moving their bodies is difficult.

It would take at least dozens of seconds to recover. In such a battle, recovering for dozens of seconds is no different from suicide.

Sunday's attacks were continuous, and the train crew could only find time to fight back. Fortunately, with Zhuqing's support, each of their attacks could at least hurt Sunday.

The arm was blown off target again, and Zhou Ri's gaze fell on Zhu Qing again.

He is very clear that most of his attention will be on this person to whom he gives more "care".

If these attacks were carried out by Zhu Qing, Zhou Ri would have been extra cautious. But now, these attacks originally carried out by Zhu Qing were released by other people in a special way.