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Victory!

No matter how bad Qing Jing was for the only teacher just now, his victory is real, and no one can take it away.The moment the golden dragon landed, a majestic voice came from the mouth of the statue: "The winner of the personal battle, the hero of Vesta, the Duke of Snowfield! The people of Vesta can choose the map."

Xu Qingbo stepped onto the altar first, and several monks sitting in the viewing seats got up one after another, and went to watch the battlefield map provided by the god.

In order to ensure that the battle will always be fresh and fierce, these maps are not the scenes on this continent, and the maps used in each battle of gods will not appear again in the next battle of gods.There are 24 maps in this batch, which are divided into villages, cities, forests, grasslands, wilderness, oceans, mountains, canyons and other terrains. The size is not limited to the size of the battlefield in front of you. According to the size of the buildings and trees on the map, at least It has to be several square kilometers.

Qingjing dutifully went through each map, adjusted the size and orientation of the image, and took pictures again and again, but the others had already selected a map and gathered together to study how to ambush on this map. Greater advantage.

It was a picture of a snowy plain.

This map looks ordinary, but there are hidden secrets under the thick snow layer, and dozens of large and small potholes are hidden under the snow layer.The snow on these potholes is extremely loose and covered on a thin layer of ice. Sometimes it only takes a small stone to fall to cause the ice layer under the snow to break, and the snow and the people falling on it will fall together. To the bottomless abyss.

Xu Qingbo pointed at a shallow snow pit hidden behind a boulder and said: "This place can keep out the wind, and you can also use snow to temporarily build a resting place. We will gather here as soon as possible after entering the arena, and first occupy this place to sit and watch them fight." Everyone, remember to support your body with your true energy after entering the arena, as long as you don’t leave traces on the snow, our side will have an advantage.”

Everyone responded, only Qing Jing raised his right hand high: "This scene is not suitable for me! It's too cold, what should I do if I want to hibernate?"

Xu Qingbo turned his eyes on him, and said with a smile: "Just sleep, I will hold you."

Everyone couldn't help but glanced at him, but Xu Qingbo looked calm, with a sincere smile, and even stretched out his hands: "Fellow Daoist has won this battle for us, it's really hard work, and we should take a break during the team battle .”

"Come on, I'll record your bravery in battle." Qing Jing turned around resolutely, and clicked on the snow picture.

The map suddenly rose up, magnified several times, and displayed in the air from different angles.At the same time, all the other maps on the stage disappeared, and the statue opened its mouth, spitting out indifferent and solemn words: "This battle of gods will use the snowfield map. After 3 minutes, the heroes from all over the world will be automatically sent to the map. The location of the transfer will be random. Now start!" countdown."

The heart-pounding countdown sounded, and the monks of Vesta were also swept off the stage by the divine light, standing together with heroes from all over the world.Qing Jing walks around with the camera in his hand, capturing the tense atmosphere before the battle.When he photographed the autistic Daoist Tianjizi, he suddenly opened his eyes to look at Qingjing, and said softly, "Be careful."

This person has always had no sense of presence, and his eyes are not focused when looking at people. It is quite scary when he sees it suddenly.But this sentence was kind, Qing Jing smiled at him, and replied: "Okay."

There are only ten seconds left in the countdown to teleportation, and he has almost finished shooting, so let's go back and stand with his teammates.Otherwise, if he was teleported to a certain snow cave alone during the teleportation later, and he was frozen to hibernation, this game would become a joke for them.Just when Xu Qingbo waved to him, his lips opened and closed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, Qing Jing walked quickly to his side and put his ears close to him.

Xu Qingbo's lips moved, but his voice was too low. The countdown of the god statue in the arena filled his eardrums, and he could only hear the oppressive "five, four, three..."

Qing Jing leaned over again, and her ear almost touched his lips, but she still couldn't hear what he said clearly.It's just that the upper body is so crooked, and the center of gravity is out of balance, but suddenly someone tugged at the hand, and the whole body fell to the right.

The eyes that should not have been in his field of vision originally had a dim light, and they just broke into his line of sight.Xu Qingbo's lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything, he just kissed him vigorously when the last number of the countdown sounded.

Turn around.

The cold air all over the sky suddenly rushed to his head, face and back. Although he was protected by the fairy clothes, he would not really hibernate, but as a cold-blooded animal, this feeling was quite bad.The cold wind seemed to be able to blow into his lungs, only his chest was very warm, and there was something soft and hot on his lips, which made him unable to help but grasp the warmth and let it stick closer.

But the warmer his lips were, the colder his chest became. The heat in his heart dissipated little by little, and no matter how warm he held in his arms, he couldn't keep warm.The cold from the inside out froze his brain so much that he couldn't move his brain well, his eyes were blankly opened, but he couldn't get the focus right, and he couldn't see the person sticking in front of him clearly.

The person who was suppressing him, entangled him, and plundered the true energy in his body.

Most of Qing Jing's body was sunk in the snow layer, and the eyelashes were covered with flying snowflakes, which fell on his cheeks in the blink of an eye, and were melted by the temperature of the human body, turning into water droplets and falling on the snow layer.It took him a long time to react to his situation, and he raised his hand to press the man's forehead, and his spiritual consciousness passed the sound through skin contact.

"Are you sucking my spiritual energy again? Isn't it an accident this time?"

The face in front of him was blurred and clear, and it was impossible to tell what the facial features were like, but the gentle and reserved smile was as clear as it was engraved in his bones.

The man's lips stuck to his lips greedily, absorbing the spiritual power in his body continuously, and said with his spiritual sense: "Tian Jizi said that he saw 'the sky is broken, and flows from outside the sky', so you say That Liuhuo refers to your Teacher Shen. But who knows when he will come? My body is almost unable to support it. If I can't leave this place after this battle, I will never have another chance ..."

Qingjing's lower body turned into a snake tail, trying to take him away, but the temperature here was unexpectedly low.As soon as the tail lost its fairy clothes, it was so cold that it almost couldn't circulate its blood.Seeing his tail coming out, Xu Qingbo suddenly smiled and raised his face.The lips that captured his true energy were fresh in color, and his usual sickness had faded from his face, as handsome and dignified as a god above him.

He pressed his hand on Qingjing's dantian, and said regretfully: "You are indeed an interesting fairy. If I hadn't met you in this ghost place, maybe I would have been willing to pamper you like the person who raised you. It's a pity that I now I need more strength..."

He stood up, patted the snow with his right hand lightly, and the snow flakes flew like broken jade, revealing a big hole big enough to bury a clear scene, he picked up the half-human, half-snake monster and put it in.

"I have carried the lives of too many people on my shoulders. Since I came to this world, the monks who came in front of me or behind me have given their lives and true energy to me. So no matter what, I have to fight in this battle." Win to the end in the battle of gods, and then step into the domain of gods, and let that god taste the magic power entrusted to me by this group of people." He knelt by the pit, with an obscure smile on his lips, and whispered: "You There is no heat, and if you hide your smell in the snow, no one will notice. Lie here until the battle of gods is over, and I will use your strength to win to the end, and enter the realm of gods as the winner."

Qingjing's body was covered with snow dust that was dozens of degrees below zero, and his whole body was frozen stiff.Originally, the previous round of battles consumed a lot of real energy, and a lot of real energy was sucked away, and now he was buried alive in the pit, and he really couldn't recover for a while.Before Xu Qingbo left, he swept away the snow with his sleeves and pressed the loose snow into a firm place. Several groups of people passed by this place, but they didn't notice that there was a snake spirit buried under it.

But it was extremely cold, but a little warmth flowed from his chest to his whole body, slowly melting away his frozen body.When he was traveling with his master before, he had read about frostbite on the publicity boards on the street, that is to say, when people are frozen to the point of death, they will have a very warm hallucination, which is not painful at all. The people who froze to death in the mountains wore very little clothes, which were picked up by their own hallucinations.

So he's freezing to death now?This warm illusion?

No, it's not an illusion, it's real warmth.Something is emitting heat from his chest!Qing Jing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the camera lens hanging on his chest. The heat from the palm of his hand was the same as the body temperature of a bird, dispelling the cold air that was frozen in his body.His blood flowed again, and the remaining spiritual energy in his body also emerged from the golden core, and it also drew out a real energy that he had never cultivated before, but which he felt inexplicably familiar with.

That real essence is very rare, but it is full of vitality. It flows out of the golden core bit by bit, just like the snow on the Tianshan Mountain melts and merges into a stream, flowing into the dry fields below the mountain, where it spreads. A piece of fresh grass.

Qing Jing felt that his body was gradually softening, from his abdomen to his fingertips and tail, he became flexible little by little.He slowly moved his right hand, and carefully turned his palm up in the gap between the ice and snow and his body. With a slight movement of his mind, a sword appeared in his palm.

A flying sword that was forged with his essence and blood and connected with his mind.

This sword is not the kind of magic weapon made by a master craftsman that the world pursues, but it is more suitable for his body than any magic weapon, and it is more smooth to use.Even though he was still buried in the snow and couldn't use his swordsmanship at all, as long as he had a thought, the flying sword would penetrate into the thick snow shell, fly vertically and horizontally, and cut open the snow coffin layer by layer. build.

The gray sky came into view, and not far away, a human and a sharp-eared elf were fighting close to each other. Flesh and blood splashed on the vast snow, dyed a tragic dark red.When he saw those two people, both sides of the war also saw him at the same time——red clothes, black hair, and a slender snake tail intertwined with platinum on the lower body, he was the blasphemous snake they hated the most!

The pair of enemies made up the same idea in an instant, and temporarily teamed up with the enemy to deal with this powerful demon-like blasphemer first!

The elf's long arrow attached the most powerful natural magic and shot at Qingjing, and the human swordsman rushed over with his long sword, and the brilliant purple sword light also slashed at him.Qing Jing didn't look at them any more, but looked up at the sky obsessively.

What's there?Why did the evil god forbid these people to approach, and why did these people hurt their victims who were in the same fate for a chance to enter that sky?

To him, Xu Qingbo was originally a good person who was very similar to Uncle Wang and Uncle Jiao who took care of him in the past.But in this battle, just for a chance to bury him in God's Domain, he actually absorbed his true energy and buried him in the snow.If Teacher Shen's feathers hadn't protected him, and if the dragon ball fragments he had picked up were not useful, he would have become the first travel show host in the League of Immortals to die in the line of duty!

But Xu Qingbo treated him like this, in the final analysis, he still wanted to live, as if these people killed him because they wanted to live longer for themselves and their companions.The most basic desire of human beings is the desire to survive. There is nothing wrong with wanting to live. What is wrong is the person who prevents them from living well, and what is wrong is the sky that blocks their way to ascension.

He looked up at the dark and gloomy sky, with sparks of fire in his black eyes, he opened his mouth suddenly and let out a long howl.

The voice was clear and high-pitched, mixed with a mysterious and powerful coercion, spreading far and wide.This kind of pressure is different from the divine power and dragon pressure they felt before, but it also has irresistible power.The battles scattered all over the battlefield were calmed down by the sound. Xu Qingbo held the mountain-like natal magic weapon Wuyan seal in his hand, and turned his head to the place where the whistling sound came from, as if he had sensed something in his heart.

With a flick of Qingjing's long tail, his whole body sprung out like mushrooms after a spring rain. In just a few seconds, he transformed into a gigantic snake demon form as thick as a train, but the upper body was still in human form.The Candle Shadow Sword in his right hand has also grown in size with his body, dragging on the ground like a strangely shaped building, the blade is no longer sharp, but it has a daunting heaviness.

There were many people on the ground looking at him, but he didn't look back, and a strange pride grew in his heart, as if those were just ants and didn't deserve to enter his sight again.

The only thing that can enter his eyes now is this piece of sky.

This piece of sky is so low that you can touch it.

He raised his hand to touch the sky, and encountered an invisible barrier halfway, and he couldn't even straighten his arm.Qing Jing laughed suddenly, raised the long sword with his right hand, and swung it up in a normal way without any fancy moves.

The sky was covered with overcast clouds, and thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket hit him alternately, but he was firmly blocked by the fairy clothes.Then the second sword went up against the thunder, followed by the third sword, one sword cut at the same place, exactly.

The whole world was shaken, and the idol let out an angry cry, stretched out a huge hand from the air, and grabbed Qingjing.The people below didn't know whether they should hope that he would break the sky, or pray to God to get rid of this blasphemous demon. Some threw down their weapons and prayed, and some began to run around...

But all of this has nothing to do with Qingjing.He just raised the sword and attacked the sky, and he didn't even evade when that hand fell, relying on the strength of the fairy clothes to resist, burning all the essence in his body to the extreme, and slashed fiercely at the sky in the air Small broken not obvious, but real cracks.

The sky is finally broken!

All the monks looked at him in awe, recalling Tianjizi's prophecy in their minds: "I saw the sky shatter, and fire came from outside."

The sky is broken, what about the fire?

The fire is still in the sky.

Qing Jing held the long sword upside down with both hands, staring at the scene revealed in the crack for a moment - a huge flame bird with white and golden brilliance burning all over his body was getting bigger and bigger in his sight, and the whole gloomy sky was covered by that The brighter light on his body burned away!

The fire bird folded its wings in the air and turned into a handsome monk in a plain robe with an indifferent expression and a noble temperament, scanning the ant-like "hero" on the battlefield below from the sky.That indifferent gaze finally fell on Qing Jing, and when the four eyes met, a palpitating appetite burst out suddenly.