I really want to be a cook

Even after waiting for a few more years, if he and Qiye really stand at the top of both sides, it is not impossible for this situation to happen.

It now appears that it was this restraint that was exposed between them.

Who would have thought that it would be a mistake to reserve vitality for the other party.

Jiang Ping looked at Wuji Supreme, and suddenly found that he seemed to have come into contact with the biggest truth in the world.

"I think I may know a little too much."

Wuji Supreme didn't ask Jiang Ping what he knew.

Waking up just before death is a kind of pain.

He put his feet down, stood in the void, and said to Jiang Ping:

"It's been a long time since I talked so much with people. As compensation for my bullying, I can allow you to choose a dead posture."

"..." Jiang Ping.

I am so thankful to you!

Although he was sprayed bloody in his heart, Jiang Ping still had hope and said:

"Then can I choose not to die?"

Wuji Supreme raised his palm, and the air pressure on the entire mountaintop of Nanyue Peak dropped instantly, and the terrifying pressure began to permeate the entire air.

"Wait a minute!"

Jiang Ping quickly raised his arms and said:

"I have one more request."

"Say."

"Ahem, well, according to the normal routine, a senior like you bullying a junior like me, shouldn't make a half-way agreement or something.

That is to say, if you can't kill me with half a move, you can't kill me.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too disrespectful for you to bully me, an unarmed young man, like this?

If you say it, outsiders will laugh at you. "

Jiang Ping carefully suggested.

"Half move?"

Wuji Supreme almost laughed out of anger.

"Would you like to teach me what this half-movement is?"

"Otherwise, one trick will do."

Jiang Ping hurriedly raised the price.

Wuji Supreme suddenly felt that he was insulting his personal level by talking so much nonsense to this kid.

He let out a deep laugh, and a terrifying gray-white vortex formed under his palm:

"Don't worry, no one will know.

There are only you and me here. After you die, my distraction disappears, and no one in the world will know what happened here.

So next, I will beat you to death one by one, and I will make your death very clear.

This trick is called Wind Rolling Dust! "

"Wait—wait a minute!"

Jiang Ping hastily shouted:

"Just now you said that you want to count down my death, you can't slap yourself in the face, it's not time yet.

I still want to live a little longer! "

"Where did all this nonsense come from!"

Wuji Supreme slapped it with a palm, and the gray-white vortex began to spin, covering a small half of the square in the blink of an eye, covering an area of ​​acre of land.

As for the aftermath of the vortex, it spread out from the square, covering half of the palace.

Looking from above, one could see a huge vortex like a tornado formed on Nanyue Peak in an instant, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"I'm a demon, so what if I don't keep my word, who can see it?"

"Honestly let me die, so much nonsense?!"

Wuji Supreme cursed loudly, and Jiang Ping was furious by waiting.

Following Wuji Supreme's scolding, Jiang Ping's figure was instantly covered by the vortex, and no more sound came out.

In the middle of the vortex, there are wind knives that are as sharp as magic weapons.

Not to mention human beings, even if it is a piece of [-]-year-refined steel or ten-thousand-year-old black iron, it will be cut into fine powder by wind knives in an instant, and it will become a speck of dust between heaven and earth.

But Supreme Master Wuji saw that Jiang Ping had entered this desperate situation, instead of relaxing, his expression became more serious.

He felt the power in his body.

Originally, he could appear in the world for half an hour, but now the energy in his body can support him for about a stick of incense, which means that he was delayed by Jiang Ping's words for nearly half of the time.

He was too confident before.

"It turns out that the power of mythology is nothing more than that."

A faint voice came from the center of the vortex, it was a completely different voice from Jiang Ping, who was gagging and being generous.

It was as if the people inside had suddenly changed.

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Through the dust and sand in the sky, between the endless wind blades.

A figure with a golden light outside was three feet above the ground, and was firmly protected by a layer of golden air shield. Behind him was a phantom image of a Xuanwu soldier's soul, hissing to the sky.

Jing Hongdun, who had been tossed to the point of losing his temper in the fight with Jiang Ping at the beginning, has basically recovered its unique demeanor after two years of recuperation.

It's just because Jiang Ping has always regarded it as a tool tortoise, and refused to deeply integrate with it and accept the inheritance of Jinghong Martial Saint, so the power of Jinghong Shield could not be brought into full play.

But fortunately, its tortoise shell is hard enough, and its Jinghong shield is both offensive and defensive, so it does a good job in the position of the tool tortoise.

The wind blade struck and hit the golden mask, causing only slight ripples.

Looking at that appearance, if you want to completely break the shield, you have to grind your skills with water.

"Shocking Shield?"

Wuji Supreme is worthy of being a myth in the world, with a wide range of knowledge, even if Jing Hongdun has not appeared in the world for a long time, he is recognized by him at a glance.

"This is the divine weapon that was taken away from you back then. It turned out to be it, but you subdued it."

The sense of supreme dignity without moment said:

"In the era when the Jinghong Martial Saint existed, I was not born yet, but when I was born, he had already disappeared.

It's a pity that we can't fight against him, let's compete to see if the future generations are better than the predecessors.

But it's just a magical weapon, not enough to protect you! "

I saw Wuji Supreme grasping the palm, and the gray-white vortex that was constantly spinning and expanding suddenly reversed, and the scope began to shrink.

Immediately afterwards, the wind blades in the center of the vortex became denser and more aggressive.

Wind blades hit the shield of the Jinghong Shield continuously with a force and speed several times higher than before.

Bang bang bang! ! !

The mask silently endured the heavy blow.

The Xuanwu soldier's soul let out a long neigh, and the voice seemed to be in pain.

Cracks on the shield began to appear, the virtual image of the Xuanwu soldier's soul became blurred at the same time, and the tortoise shell on the back also appeared cracks.

It took two years to heal the mental damage that Jiang Ping caused to it.

At this moment, he hadn't come out to show his face seriously, but he was beaten and seriously injured again.

A huge teardrop could not help but fall from the corner of Xuanwu Binghun's eye, and it fell down with a bang, turning into a brilliant light and shadow.

Born to be a turtle, it is too difficult!

"come back."

Suddenly, the ruthless slave owner in its heart uttered a sentence that was enough to move the turtle to tears.

Seeing that the Xuanwu soldier spirit had not moved, Jiang Ping stretched out another hand and repeated:

"return."

That's right!

Xuanwu soldier soul doesn't care whether Jiang Ping can withstand the attack from the outside, it turns into a golden light and penetrates into Jiang Ping's body.

At this moment, it can't come out even if it is killed.

As for whether the master outside is dead or not, that's none of its business.

If it wasn't for the lack of strength when he was just born, and he couldn't be suppressed by force, he would have become a younger brother instead.

It didn't want to stay by Jiang Ping's side for a minute, and it didn't have the dignity of a magic soldier at all. It was a string of tears when it was said.

Ordinary people get it, not to mention respectful worship, at least it is a friendly attitude.

Only this miraculous master, apart from calling it out to pretend to be a tortoise for fun, at other times, it would probably be like calling it out and getting beaten.

Thinking about it, Xuanwu, as the soul of the shocking shield, has a shocking inheritance, but there is nowhere to display it.

How can it be a tragic word!

"Ok?"

Seeing Jiang Ping's voluntary abandonment of defense, Wuji Supreme couldn't help but let out a light sigh.

However, although Jing Hongdun disappeared, the golden light on Jiang Ping's body was not missing at all.

Those seemingly indestructible wind blades hit him, but only cut open his robe, revealing his fair skin and the light gray marks cut out by the wind blades, which could not cause the slightest damage to him at all.

Combining the hardness of Arhat's golden body, the vitality of Qingdi Longevity Sutra, and various strange martial arts "Longevity Sutra · Remnant", it may be lacking in attack, but in terms of life preservation, it is absolutely It is the best in the world.

Especially under Jiang's ruthless urging, there was no loss of strength, which made his body hardness no less than that of ordinary famous weapons.

Although these wind blades are strong, it is impossible to break through the defense of his physical body in a short time.

As for why Jing Hongdun was asked to come out just now.

It was entirely because Jiang Wuqing was negotiating with Jiang Ping just now, and he didn't have much energy to pay attention to the outside world.

And Jiang Ping, after using Jiang Wuqing as a tool personality again and again, finally tasted the bitter fruit he planted.

Time went back to the time when Jing Hongdun came out.

In a brilliant galaxy.

Countless stars are shining brightly, and Jiang Ping is in them.

He was resting on a pillow in one hand, counting the stars boredly, and beside him was a 360-degree video window with no dead ends, which showed exactly what was happening outside.

The live broadcast is completely real-time, so that he can go out to control the situation at any time, and if conditions permit, he also wants to pretend to be aggressive.

But this time something is different.

Jiang Ping looked at Jiang Wuqing who suddenly appeared in front of him with a blank expression on his face.

"You don't go out to fight me, why come to me?"

"Fuck!"

Jiang Ping reacted immediately.

"You want to fuck me first!"

Jiang Wuqing still didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but the contempt for Jiang Ping was very clear in his eyes.

"I am the most suitable person to control this body."

"All right, you are the most suitable."