Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

Bailifeng stood on the double-headed phoenix, protecting Qiong Zhezhi's body while directing the entire battle.

The demon king Xi is dead, and the balance of victory has begun to tilt in favor of the human race.

His gaze always shifted to Jiang Xiaozhou.

The sword is full of air.

What Jiang Xiaozhou held in his hand was just an ordinary sword, but it was this ordinary sword that was breathing sword energy in his hand. When he swung it, he could hear the scream of splitting the space.

And Qing Que's weapon is a small blue sword, one inch short and one inch dangerous. He used his love to take a slant, five green stones surrounded the sword, like a wild beast baring its fangs.

The battle between the two of them was like an agile dragon wrestling with deep and turbulent waves.

Regardless of the positions of the two, at least this is a wonderful duel.

The cyan small sword and the ordinary sword suppressed each other, while the five qingzi wandered in the blue sword energy, and the cyan and blue intersected, showing a gorgeous and fascinating color in the rain.

Jiang Xiaozhou fought with his sword, just like stroking the rain with his fingers. The rain hung on the sword, and then formed a line to attack Qingque.

Swords are everywhere, and sword energy is everywhere.

It seems that Jiang Xiaozhou doesn't need to open up the domain to make the world obey his rules.

Terrible coercion...

Qing Que gritted his teeth and took a step forward. He raised his head and let the sword energy penetrate his body. The five Qingzi made a sword together, and Moses tore through the blue sea of ​​sword energy like dividing the sea, and attacked Jiang Xiaozhou. .

The blue bird urged the five green seeds.

The five green pieces were an inch away from Jiang Xiaozhou's eyebrows, as if they had encountered a huge obstacle, and after trembling, they drifted away like smoke.

Jiang Xiaozhou stood sideways, his iron sword cutting diagonally downwards.

A straight and simple arc.

Qingque felt herself being swallowed by the waves.

If I die, what will Qing Yao do?

It has always been like this.

From a very young age, she could not survive if she was not given food.

If you don't help her get rid of those hooligans, she will be bullied.

If you don't feed her the longevity pill, she will die soon.

This is Qing Yao.

waste.

burden.

Useless.

My sister who can't live without me.

Qing Que took two steps forward, fell to the ground, stared at Jiang Xiaozhou with both eyes, his body was cut off in the middle, but there was a mocking look in his eyes.

Who is he laughing at.

Is it Jiang Xiaozhou, or himself.

Jiang Xiaozhou had no intention of pursuing it. He swung his sword and was about to cut off Qingque's soul, but he heard the sound of the piano coming from the rain curtain.

The sound of the piano was not tuned, just a few simple syllables. However, everyone in the battlefield suddenly felt dizzy, their movements slowed down, their spiritual power stagnated, and their strength was greatly reduced.

Jiang Xiaozhou froze suddenly. It wasn't the first time he heard the sound of the piano, and it wasn't the first time he heard the sound of the piano in the rain.

His memory was suddenly pulled back to the ancient battlefield a long time ago, their battles were always accompanied by the sound of the harpist's piano.

"Qing Sesu..." Jiang Xiaozhou recalled the name.

However, it wasn't Qing Sesu. A delicate and slim figure rushed out from the rain curtain. It could be seen that she was not good at fighting, and she was quite clumsy in her actions.

She held a qin in her arms, and the sound of the qin was plucked from her hands.

Qingyao.

In the past, she always wore a veil and followed behind Qingque, silently.Everyone who had seen her was wondering about the face behind the veil. This time, the wind and rain tore away her veil, and Qing Yao finally showed her face.

She looked a little embarrassed, mud and blood splashed on her dress, she ran over desperately, and then knelt down in front of Jiang Xiaozhou.

Qingyao raised her face, the wind and rain blew her skin recklessly, her whole body was dirty and wet, she could not use spiritual power to block the rain, so she was extremely embarrassed.

"Lord Sovereign..." Qing Yao knelt on the ground and said to him, "Please let him go."

At the same time, her fingers were still pressing on the strings. If Jiang Xiaozhou didn't agree, it would be nothing but death.

But she didn't want to go to this point. Li Xiaoke often told her about Jiang Xiaozhou, and she didn't want to fight Li Xiaoke's brother Xiaozhou.

"Qingyao." Jiang Xiaozhou looked at her blankly: "Your name is Qingyao?"

"Yes."

"Do you know the musicians?"

Qingyao's eyes trembled suddenly, she knew the musician, she thought she was the only one in this world.

"I am the musician." Qing Yao lowered her head, revealing her slender and fair neck, her black hair was wet by the rain, showing a fierce and independent beauty: "Master Suzerain, please let him go, he has already Dead. I will take away his dead soul, he will not remember anything, from now on, he will have nothing to do with Baiyu Twelfth Floor."

She said it word by word, her body shivering from the cold rain.

Jiang Xiaozhou looked down at her, someone like Qing Que would plead for him.

"Take him away." Jiang Xiaozhou took a step back, watched Qing Yao fiddle with the strings, captured Qing Que's dead soul, then turned and left.

The dead soul was detained in the piano, Jiang Jinyue approached Jiang Xiaozhou, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really going to let him go?"

Jiang Xiaozhou closed his eyes: "He has already died once, so be it."

"Brother, why are you always so soft-hearted." Jiang Jinyue frowned: "He just wanted to kill you!"

Jiang Xiaozhou said softly: "He couldn't kill me just now, and he won't be able to kill me in the future."

"Then I can kill you." A voice crossed the battlefield and fell into everyone's ears.

Bailifeng suddenly raised her head, and the two-headed phoenix let out a shrill cry.

Both the human race and the demon race were intimidated by the huge coercion, prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Qing Yao's complexion changed a few times, her fingers pressed on the strings, but she couldn't make a sound.

In the terrified sight of everyone, a figure slowly appeared. He had a pretty face and was wearing a black robe, but no one dared to look up at him.

"I've heard of you forever." Jiang Xiaozhou read out the name that no one dared to call directly.

"I hate you calling me by that name." Wenren Wuqi smiled maliciously at him, as if Jiang Xiaozhou was just an ant to him, or an ant he didn't like.

He was about to kill the ant.

Jiang Xiaozhou nodded: "It seems that you know about Daoist Qin."

"When Huang He left, I knew everything. When I ascended to the fairy world, I will tell him that the person he was waiting for is dead." Wen Ren Wuqi looked at him and said, "So you must die , you know? Not only you, everyone around you will be buried with you."

The wind and rain are stagnant.

This space froze because of a sentence.

Jiang Xiaozhou swung his sword forward, Wenren Wuqi slapped it lightly, without sound, but Jiang Xiaozhou was pushed back like a fallen leaf in a strong wind.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

When breathing, the throat can feel the chill like a knife cut, which means that the internal organs were crushed in one encounter. Wenren Wuqi is worthy of No. 1 in the Transcending Tribulation Period. The strength between them can be said to be worlds apart .

Even so, fight.

Jiang Jinyue approached and supported Jiang Xiaozhou, he asked with concern: "Brother, are you alright?"

"I do not……"

puff.

Jiang Xiaozhou has heard the sound of a sharp blade passing through his body many times.

He has felt the sharp blade pass through his body many times.

But there has never been a knife that came from behind.

The tip of Heartbreaker's sword passed through his abdomen, and the silver sword was covered with bright red blood, dripping down, and a blood-red flower bloomed in the soil.

Jiang Xiaozhou turned his head to look, Jiang Jinyue was very close to him, holding him with one hand.

"Little Moon..."

This title made Jiang Jinyue tremble violently. He looked at his hand and the heartbroken man in disbelief, and a blurry shadow flashed in his mind.

"Yes……"

His face changed violently, showing a look of pain and struggle.

"Xiaoyue..." Jiang Xiaozhou covered his wound and held him.

A raised line suddenly appeared on Jiang Jinyue's face, and then the line continued to move forward and change, as if a worm was crawling in his brain.

And Jiang Jinyue's eyes were also struggling with resentment and pain.

"Bug..." Jiang Jinyue took two steps back.

He looked at Jiang Xiaozhou's wound in fear, did he do it...

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Jiang Xiaozhou stretched out his hand to pull him, Jiang Jinyue was terrified, and he took two steps back, getting farther and farther away from Jiang Xiaozhou.

The bugs are still there.

The people who control the bugs are still there.

He must stay away from his brother.

Otherwise it will hurt him.

"Don't go." Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Xiaozhou's head, and the severe pain forced him to bend down: "Xiaoyue, don't go, it's okay..."

"It's really okay..."

"Don't go..."

A sword descended from the sky and attacked Jiang Jinyue.

Jiang Jinyue was frightened and in pain, and had been fighting with the bug for control of her body. She was completely powerless to avoid the sword. Jiang Xiaozhou gritted his teeth and bumped into it. The long sword deflected, and he was also hugged by someone.

"Zhou Qi..."

Jiang Jinyue looked at her seriously injured brother with complicated eyes, turned and ran away.

Zhou Qi raised his sword and looked at Jiang Jinyue with killing intent.

"Don't hurt him!" Jiang Xiaozhou pressed down his hand feebly, the emotions he had been suppressing erupted without warning, tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked in the direction where Jiang Jinyue left.

"Let him go."

"Let him go..."

Jiang Jinyue couldn't hear his brother's voice, he kept running away in fear, he felt the familiar pain, when the bugs were active in his mind, the pain that pierced into the bone marrow and made people feel chills all over his body.

When he recalled the time when he stabbed the heartbreaker into his brother's lungs, the feeling made his scalp tingle, his whole body trembled, and he wanted to vomit with nausea.It was the first time he discovered how terrible killing is. He suddenly wanted to die, but the worm's strong desire to survive confronted him in his mind. Jiang Jinyue's body was hot and cold. After he stayed away from the battlefield and entered a dense forest, he held on to the trunk and couldn't help but vomited out.

He almost wanted to spit out his mouthpiece, internal organs, all the blood and organs together. The incident of hurting his brother cruelly tore apart his false picture of happiness. People with worms in their minds, how can they deserve to go back How can you deserve to have such a long time of fascinating happiness around your family.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if the main text will be written in the future, so let’s write it here first!

Later, Qingyao asked Taoist Wumu to make a puppet of the oriole, put the dead soul of the oriole in it, put it in a cage, and kept it with her all the time.

In fact, it's not that Qingyao can't do without Qingque, but that Qingque can't do without Qingyao, and it's always been like this.

This is the origin of the name of the blue bird - the bird in the cage.