Xingtie, my life is like walking on thin ice

As for him, apart from the initial exploratory blow, he hardly made any proactive attacks.

"Ranger, what are you waiting for?"

Zhou Li's voice was very ethereal. After just a little thought, he had guessed Zhu Qing's purpose.

He was obviously stalling for time.

"If you're just waiting for that nameless messenger, then you'd better give up."

Zhu Qing did not reply.

At the horizon, a beam of green fire shot down. The fire came so fast and fiercely that it had already reached above Sunday.

Sunday raised his hands, and countless notes poured out of his hands and hit the flames.

"Dreamless person, I thought you would cherish this dreamland even more."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. This is not the dream I want, and you can't give me the dream I want."

Sam's mechanical voice mixed with Firefly's voice rang out. After one unsuccessful attack, she was out of Sunday's attack range almost instantly.

As a weapon born for war, her fighting sense is needless to say.

Sunday did not answer Liuying, but looked at Zhuqing again.

"Is this your confidence?"

"You are wrong, she is my helper."

Zhu Qing glanced at the little firefly and only withdrew his gaze after making sure that the other party was in good condition. At the same time, a ray of golden light appeared on the long sword in his hand again and floated towards the firefly.

Although it was a little strange, Liuying did not avoid it. She trusted Zhuqing very much.

A giant hand descended from the sky and pressed towards Zhu Qing.

"In that case, then you will stay here again."

As for Sunday, he didn't care about the extra firefly.

His power is still overwhelming.

"careful!"

An anxious cry came from behind him. Zhu Qing lowered his body and almost got out by brushing his palm. Before he could steady himself, he had already swung the long sword in his hand. The golden sword light mixed with flames hit Rizhou.

A violent explosion sounded again. This time, the explosion was far more violent than the previous ones, and even a crack appeared on Sunday's huge body.

The firefly behind fell down. Her observation ability was sharper than everyone else's. In this knife light, she seemed to feel a sense of familiarity?

Is Zhu Qing borrowing his own power?

Although it was a question, it was not a guess, because the moment Zhu Qing swung the knife, the imaginary energy in her body dropped by one level.

"Are you okay?"

The girl's concerned voice rang out.

"A little injury."

How could he not get hurt after going through so many rounds at Sunday's hands?

"Ah."

Liuying didn't continue talking. Although she noticed it, she didn't say it out loud to remind Zhou Ri of her plan.

Normally she is indeed a bit silly and gullible, but in battle, her fighting sense is no worse than Zhu Qing's.

"It's not easy to deal with, be careful."

Now that he was here, Zhu Qing would not tell the girl anything dangerous anymore.

The time they had to talk about this was enough for the two of them to formulate a simple strategy.

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Liuying looked at Sunday who had recovered in the distance, and controlled Sam to fly again.

Her figure instantly turned into a stream of light and came to Zhou Ri's side. At the same time, a flash of electricity passed through Zhu Qing's body, and his figure instantly disappeared and came in front of Zhou Ri.

The attacks from the rear continued, but they were of little use to the prepared Sunday.

With a bang, Liuying's attack was blocked by several little men connected together, and Zhuqing's sword light was also grasped in Zhou Ri's hand. It was still a bit difficult for him to fight the envoy head-on.

The big hand and Zhu Qing's knife light pressed down together, as if wanting to pin Zhu Qing to the ground.

"That's all, Zhuqing."

There was no sense of sadness or joy in Sunday's voice, and his movements were neither hurried nor slow, yet they gave people a feeling that they were difficult to avoid.

The pressure was like a substance, pressing down on Zhu Qing. In just a moment, Zhu Qing seemed not to see the big hand, and inserted the long knife into the ground to stabilize his unstable body.

"Sunday......"

Zhu Qing's breathing was a little heavy. "Do you remember our previous conversation?"

"Oh?"

"You really... don't understand your sister anymore."

Before Zhou Ri could wonder, music suddenly sounded. He felt as if something had passed through his body, and his strength was reduced a lot. Countless voices and shouts entered his brain, causing his hands to pause suddenly. The pressure brought by the big hand was relieved, and Zhu Qing's figure flashed and left the range.

Sunday raised his head and looked at the sky.

Feathers fell from the sky one after another, landing on him and in everyone's hands.

"Is that you singing, robin?"

"Brother, you heard what the people said. This is not the paradise they hoped for."

"But they still don't know where to go, so I have to be the only star in the sky to guide them."

"Even if, where the stars are... there is an eternally lonely night?"

Sunday did not answer, but replaced the answer with silence.

The path he was going to take was neither easy nor pleasant; on the contrary, it was more like the practice of an ascetic monk.

The robin stopped talking and began to sing, and she was also expressing her determination through her actions.

"I still underestimated you, Zhuqing."

"It's never me you look down upon."

Zhu Qing shook his head.

“Human weakness will certainly lead many people into a darkness without light, but…humanity is not just about weakness. Even if these lights seem insignificant in the darkness, when they come together, they still become a dazzling light.”

"And then... like you, become a hero, and then turn into dust in the universe?"

Sunday asked rhetorically, “In this dreamland, they could have found the life that suited them best, become their own heroes, and become heroes to everyone.”

The foundation of this dream is inseparable from them. In Sunday's opinion, it is not wrong to call them heroes.

"Everyone has the power to be a hero, but they have the power to choose who they want to be."

The long sword in Zhu Qing's hand flashed with golden light again. He turned around to look at Xing and nodded.

Xing Xin understood what he meant and threw the feather in his hand to Zhu Qing. The golden light appeared again, but this time, it penetrated into the bodies of five people.

“It’s not who we are that determines who we are going to be tomorrow, but who we are going to be tomorrow.”

The feather sank into the blade, and as Zhu Qing slashed the blade across, a curtain of light appeared behind Zhou Ri.

A projection of a star train appeared on the light screen and crashed towards Sunday at such a fast speed that Sunday had no time to react.

The violent collision caused Sunday's huge body to fall directly to the ground. This time, he was really seriously injured.

Sunday swayed and propped up his arms.

"Perhaps, from the very beginning, there was no possibility of peace talks."

Their ideas are completely different, and their views on people are completely different. They will never be able to convince each other.

"In that case, this final peace talk ends here."

The ground suddenly began to shake, and Sunday's body exuded a dangerous aura.

"All the work of creation is finished, the embryo of philosophy..."

The huge body began to shift, and his voice began to overlap.

"Rebuild the world for us."

Zhu Qing tightened the knife in his hand. At this moment, the [Qi Xiang Choir] had completely transformed into a container for the resurrection of [Order].

"If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my path with your own hands."

The huge statue lay there with its face covered, and the aura on its body continued to rise. Almost everyone could feel that the other party seemed to be using all his strength.

Zhu Qing took a deep breath and did not continue the conversation with Sunday, just as Sunday said.

All the two can do now is to defeat each other. Words will definitely not be able to stop this battle.

He held the knife in his hand and closed his eyes.

That feather not only allowed him to borrow the dissonance of pioneering, but also allowed him to connect with the robin.

"Big star, could you please transmit the discordant sounds of those patrolling sounds in the sky?"

"Zhuqing, what do you want to do?"

The robin's voice was strained.

"Don't worry, just do what I'm supposed to do."

"Since only by defeating Order can people continue on their path and spread more voices, then..."

"Let [Hunter] do this for you."

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Chapter 140: Your Answer

"I understand."

The robin said no more.

Even if Zhu Qing didn't say it, she knew that what Zhu Qing was going to do next was very dangerous, but she couldn't persuade Zhu Qing, and the current situation didn't allow her to discuss the danger of this matter with Zhu Qing.

She could only agree.

After finishing the conversation with the robin, Zhu Qing turned his head to look at the people around him.

"Guys, I need a moment."

As he spoke, Zhu Qing closed his eyes. "About thirty seconds to a minute. I'll leave it to you all during this time."

No one responded, but just looked warily at the statue that was hugging them.

Different from the suffocating momentum just now, Sunday at this time was even intentionally restraining his momentum, but even so, a feeling of unease still surged in everyone's hearts.

"It seems like something terrible is coming."

Sanyue's tone was nervous, and she turned her head to look at Zhuqing.

At this time, Zhu Qing's momentum was also rising steadily, and he seemed to want to adjust his state to the best level.

Unlike Sunday's momentum which is like a vast ocean, Zhuqing's momentum is like a small boat, which seems insignificant.

But this insignificant little boat managed to withstand the pressure in the vast ocean and was even able to provide shelter for others.

At the same time, the meteors in the sky seemed to be sensed, and countless rays of light rushed towards Zhu Qing.

His knife can draw on the strength of one person, and naturally it can also draw on the strength of more people.

However, powerful weapons are often accompanied by strict restrictions. Just as Zhu Qing cannot use the black knife freely, he cannot use this knife freely either.

He borrowed the power of a person's destiny, and it was quite limited. Even if he could borrow the power of many people, even now, no one could understand the essence of the power of destiny.

At least from Zhu Qing's physical perception, he already felt uncomfortable just by borrowing the power of destiny from a few people.

Even if the next person to borrow the power of destiny is also a patrolling sea ranger, this power will have an impact on Zhu Qing due to the differences in everyone's path.

The light in the sky was of different colors, as if it had spirituality, and it sank into the long sword.