"I have seen many dead people, so the judgment will not be wrong."

After winter looked at him and said, "You're really going to die."

Jing Jiu said, "I know."

He was seriously injured, his internal organs were completely cut off, and his blood and energy were gone. Even the most precious magic pill was difficult to save, unless he could get a fairy tale.

Zhuodong said, "Can you tell me who you are before you die?"

Jing Jiu said, "You have seen me."

Zhuodong said, "Even if you are Jingyang's disciple again, you can't be so powerful."

It is not something that so-called young geniuses can do to take her out of the sword of the West Sea Sword God.

If this matter is spread, it will inevitably shake the entire Chaotian Continent, or no one will believe it.

After winter, I don’t believe that he is just the Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu did not answer her question.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face is not covered with blood, but his eyebrows are still so perfect, and he looks less like a real person, like a jade carving.

The West Sea Sword God also felt a similar feeling when he lay in the sea.

"I suggest you turn into a sword ghost, and you may still be disintegrating in the end, but you will always live for a while."

The proposal for winter seems very simple, but it reveals her insights and her attainments in Taoism are unimaginable.

Jing Jiu had no way to turn himself into a sword ghost. If he wanted to survive, he needed to use another method and said, "Lend me your thread for use."

Hearing this sentence, after winter, his eyes were slightly cold and he asked, "Who are you?"

Jing Jiu still didn't answer, slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger.

After winter, I watched him silent for a moment and stretched out a finger.

Two fingers meet in the sea breeze.

Just a touch.

But I can't really tell it.

An extremely thin, sticky silk thread appeared between the two fingers that gradually separated.

This thin thread is transparent, condenses with the wind, and moves slightly in the wind, making it extremely tough.

Under the sunlight, the silk threads flashed with golden and jade-like colors, but they were extremely light.

Thin filaments emerge from the fingertips of winter.

The picture looks like a spring silkworm sprinkling silk.

The black iron sword appeared, hanging quietly on the beach, just where the two people's shoulders were in contact.

Jing Jiu stuck the extremely thin silk to the edge of the iron sword.

The iron sword brought the silk to his abdomen and trembled slightly.

I don't understand what he is doing during the winter.

The iron sword actually moved within a very small range, but because it was too fast, it looked like it was trembling.

Not long after, the iron sword took the extremely thin silk to another place inside Jing Jiu's belly.

"I'm slitting the flesh behind the back, and I'm repairing the cracks in the vertebrae at this time."

Jing Jiu explained.

I can't sit up during the winter, and I can't see the picture there, and I just think this matter is too ridiculous.

If this is true, her own silk silk was actually sewn into her body by this man, and she felt even more strange.

Tiansilk is the thinnest and toughest silk thread in the world, and it is the most perfect for sewing wounds.

But besides winter, there is also the white morning now, and no one can find silk for so many days.

The iron sword moved at high speed in Jing Jiu's abdomen with Tiansan Silk, and kept sewing it.

After dozens of breaths, the crack on the vertebrae was repaired, and the iron sword moved elsewhere and began to suture the internal organs.

Of course, it is not only the internal organs themselves, but also the mucosa and blood vessels on the surface, which require more precision and subtlety.

But the speed of the Iron Sword did not slow down, but was faster, bringing out afterimages.

"Why does it feel faster?" asked Zhuodong.

Jing Jiu said: "Repairing bones seems simple, but in fact they are troublesome. The off-white fibers inside are very thin, while my bones are very hard."

Zhuo winter said, "Have you done something similar before?"

Jing Jiu said: "Study."

Just as they were talking, the iron sword stitched two hearts and began to sew something else.

After the suture of the internal organs is completed, the muscles are finally the skin.

The sea breeze blows the setting sun, and time passes.

I don't know how long it took, but the iron sword ended and trembled, hanging quietly in front of the two people.

The silk of heaven, like gold and jade, broke with the wind and put it into the fingertips.

After winter, I looked at his abdomen and found that it was as smooth as usual, with only a very thin bloodline, so I couldn't see any other problems.

"You should be a doctor with this skill."

Jing Jiu said: "The main reason is that the sword from the west is fast enough."

The sword light from more than ten miles away was too sharp, so the wound was so flat and smooth.

If the wound is in a mess, just like this beach, it will be a lot of troublesome to deal with.

Of course, there are very few things in this world that can cut off his body.

After winter, I noticed that he called the West Sea Sword God to come to the West.

There are too many such problems.

"That's fine?" she asked.

Jing Jiu said: "No, this is just sewing together. Next, it will take a long time to let them grow on their own, but I will not die."

Zhuoyun said, "Then, it's my turn to die now."

She suffered not external injuries, but fatal internal injuries.

In order to ensure that she could kill the West Sea Sword God, she was very close to him when she took action, and the damage she suffered was naturally extremely severe.

The sword of the West Sea Sword God directly cut off her three Dao veins.

At this time, her body seemed intact, but in fact she was completely unable to move below her neck, like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.

Even if Jing Jiu's iron sword can sew the finest wound, it will not be able to heal her wounds.

"You won't die."

After Jing Jiu said this, he felt that this dialogue seemed to have happened in this picture.

Years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

After winter glanced at him and said, "Is that true?"

After saying this, she closed her eyes and started to rest.

The setting sun is more slanted, the sunset is brighter, and the sea surface seems to be burning. More and more dead fish are floating from afar, attracting more sea birds, constantly falling to the sea surface, and then flying up again, making noisy screams. From a distance, it looks like countless Mars.

Jing Jiu turned his head and looked at her face.

A closed eye is like two lines. Eyelashes that are neither long nor short are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the nose bridge is also a line.

This is an ordinary face, different from her before.

She was not as beautiful as ever back then, but she was dazzling. Whether it was in the Heishan River or in the prosperous world, she could remember it with just a glance.

However, no matter which one she was, he couldn't understand it anyway, just like she should have never understood him.

"Your realm is not as good as me now, but I want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking? You have been stagnant in Tongtian Realm for hundreds of years and have never been able to break through. After I ascended, I finally decided to use the most dangerous method to break out of the cocoon and transform into a new life... Then why do you still live like before, delay your practice, waste your time, and even sacrifice your life for these unimportant things? Pei Baifa has not had much time, what about you?"

Jing Jiu looked at her face and thought about these questions.

The night is gradually approaching, and the sky is full of stars, illuminating the beach.

When you open your eyes during winter, you will see the stars, which is very bright.

The star in the water is the star in the sky.

What is the person in front of you?

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly without saying a word.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything either. He thought this was great. Unlike many years ago, when she kept saying the truth, it was very annoying.

I don’t know how long it took, but my eyelashes moved slightly during the winter and said, “You said I won’t die.”
To be continued...