Yan Xiao's goal...
It's Qing Qishu!
Jiang Wang suddenly turned around, only to see Qing Qishu, who was already weak, being stabbed through the abdomen by a claw again.
In the flash of lightning, he figured out the reason.
Understand why Yan Xiao made this choice.
But how could he say it?
How can you tell Qing Qishu not to resist?
Jiang Wang could only hold his sword tightly and shoot after him.
Qing Qishu, who was already extremely weak, was suddenly stabbed in the abdomen by a claw. He was so painful that he wanted to scream. He was not a tough and patient person to begin with. He had the temperament to scream if he accidentally fell. .
He subconsciously clenched his fist and punched Yan Xiao's neck.
But at this moment, he happened to look at Yan Xiao and saw Yan Xiao's eyes.
In the endless coldness, there is a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Then he understood.
It's waiting for him to fight back!
It waits for Qing Qishu, an aboriginal member of the Senkai Origin World and a warrior of the Senkai Saint Tribe, to cause damage so that it can be resurrected after death!
The fist stopped in front of Yan Xiao, and only the wind of the fist gently ruffled Yan Xiao's feathers.
Even the fist was so gentle, like a lover's touch, extremely careful, as if afraid of hurting it.
Of course Yan Xiao knew that his intentions had been seen through.
It is furious, it is frightened.
It becomes more and more furious because of fear!
At this time, his left wing was cut off, his chest and abdomen were penetrated by the sword, and there were still golden needles in his body. It has reached its limit!
It has no way to escape, and it is already at a weak stage. If you leave the bird's nest, you will only become weaker, and even these existing abilities will not be able to function.
It was impossible to escape.
Targeting Qing Qishu, triggering his counterattack, thereby allowing his "death" to contaminate the "cause" of the aborigines of the Morihaiyuan world, thereby realizing the possibility of resurrection.
This is the best option it can think of under the current circumstances.
However, the warrior in front of him was so restrained!
That look of extreme hatred, extreme hatred, but extreme restraint.
For a moment, he thought of death.
True, eternal death.
In more than eight hundred years, Yan Xiao has never had such a fearful moment.
It has only ever brought fear to others.
It is immortal and exists forever, so how can it be fearful?
Even when the bald man who was far more powerful than these people came, he never pushed it to this point.
Because it was far more powerful at that time than it is now.
Since the irreversible loss of power began more than five hundred years ago, it has been looking for new paths, looking for new ways to grow in power.
Keep trying, keep enduring.
It has seen the way forward!
Then...such a group of people came.
Attack it, hurt it, really push it to this point.
Yan Xiao was furious.
Especially the samurai who faced it head on.
Just its food, its pet.
How dare you, how dare you look at it like that?
Yan Xiao pecked forward suddenly, directly making a hole in Qing Qishu's forehead!
Pecked through the skin, pecked through the flesh, pecked open the skull!
Qing Qishu suddenly fell to the ground.
Because of the strong vitality, Qing Qishu who fell to the ground was not dead yet. His recovery ability continued to attack, but failed again and again in front of the empty wound.
But Yan Xiao had already stepped on him and stared at him coldly.
It told the warrior with cold eyes.
If you don’t resist, you will die!
Qing Qishu received it.
He completely received this kind of information and this kind of threat.
Am I afraid?
Am I afraid of you?
Am I a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?
I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
I'm afraid of being killed by my friends or killing my friends. I know it's tradition, but I'm just afraid.
But am I afraid of you Yan Xiao?
Afraid of a monster like you?
Qing Qishu roared: "Come on!"
"come!"
"come!"
Boundless hatred and anger burn the body and mind.
Yan Xiao was very conscious, but his posture became more and more crazy.
Aren't you afraid of death?
It doesn't believe it!
Even it knows how to do it, even it can be afraid!
It feels its own weakness, and becomes even more violent in this weakened state,
Drained by black light, the bird's beak pecked, and then pecked again!
Qing Qishu's forehead was pecked with a row of holes.
Even his left eye, even his face...
But he just stayed still and screamed.
"come!"
brush!
Yan Xiao's attack came, and so did Jiang Wang.
The sword light flashed like frost and snow.
Yan Xiao, who was frantically attacking Qing Qishu and making his last stand, had his head flying up.
Jiang Wang finally arrived.
It only wanted an instinctive counterattack from Qing Qishu, but it didn't wait until the end.
The swallow owl's body, which was almost as tall as an adult, fell straight down. The owl's head rolled several times on the ground of the nest before it stopped.
The hero and the demon lie on either side of the ground, an incongruous and wonderful symmetry.
The choice between life and death is never a simple matter.
Jiang Wang squatted down and saw Qing Qishu's face at this time.
What kind of face is this?
The word riddled with holes has always been an exaggerated description, but at this moment, it has become a specific description.
Horrible.
With Jiang Wang's tenacity, he couldn't bear to look at him again.
But I couldn't bear not to look at him.
"Dead... right?"
Qing Qishu asked a little tiredly.
Jiang Wang looked back at Yan Xiao's body, then looked at him and said, "Dead."
"Ah, it hurts too much." Qing Qishu gasped twice: "My face...is it still handsome?"
The injuries he suffered would have killed anyone else present. Only he, who has extremely tenacious vitality, can still hold on until now.
But it was this tenacious vitality that caused him to suffer more pain.
He kept talking to divert attention.
"Very handsome." Jiang Wang said.
"Mr. Zhang, you are good at everything, but..." He seemed to want to laugh, but gave up because it hurt too much to touch the wound: "You are too honest."
Wu Quji and Su Qi, who had recovered their daughter's body, came closer and neither spoke.
From Wu Quji's point of view, of course he understood that Qing Qishu's injuries could not be cured at all.
At this time, Qing Qishu, who was lying on the ground, asked again: "According to what Mr. said, beauties love heroes. If I bring a gift back to Qinghua at this time, she must like it very much, right?"
"Don't you still believe me?" Jiang Wang said with great effort: "Based on my experience, she already loves you like crazy."
"Well..." Qing Qishu's eyes were divergent, as if he was already imagining that wonderful scene.
"Let's forget it..." He said, "Don't give it away. Don't let her miss me or make her sad."
Jiang Wang looked at him silently, not knowing what to say.
Qing Qishu added: "Yan Xiao is gone. From now on, she can go to the end of the world by herself."
That night, Jiang Wang asked him if he had ever thought about going to the end of the Senhaiyuan Realm to take a look.
He said it was a good idea and wanted to trick Qinghua into watching it together.
Now he understands that he can't go.
If we can't have a good relationship, we can't see the end of the world.
"Mr. Zhang?" he asked.
Jiang Wang looked at him.
He seemed a little embarrassed and said slowly: "Can I... punch you?"
From beginning to end of this battle, he restrained his instinct to fight back.
His fists were clenched tightly, but he didn't even hit his opponent.
He is a saint warrior, a very strong saint warrior.
So tired...
So hard...
So aggrieved.
"It's very disrespectful of you to do this."
Jiang Wang said: "It won't happen next time."
Qing Qishu then raised his tightly clenched fist.
Touched him gently on the face.
droop.
