Chapter 387 Killing Sword

"Mu Yuze, what did you do?" He Yiqing looked over coldly and knew that his water-free plan was likely to have made a huge mistake, but he could still maintain the waves, which was an indifferent temperament that could only be cultivated for countless years.

The enemy did not move, and I did not move. Everyone had penetrated the behavior of He Yiqing. They did not lose their reason in the critical moment, but became more rational. In this spring and March, the spring rain was overwd. Why did he no longer look like a common people, but a literati who raised his glass and drank loudly. Seeing his leisurely appearance, every People will feel surprised.

"I know your goal is not just that." Mu Yuze stood with his hands behind his back. In the face of He Yiqing's casual smile, he looked unprecedentedly serious. He flicked his fingers, and a black and white seed flew out of the phoenix's body and appeared in Mu Yuze's hands. This seed was black and white, the size of a longan, and there was no treasure, just a kind of light. The fully convergent atmosphere, the faint airflow filled around the seeds, covering the twilight rain, and a burst of atmosphere penetrated through the depths of the universe, connected with the vast starry sky, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

No one can describe the state Mu Yuze is in at this moment. The residual blood opened the eyes of the fairy heaven, and the flow of bright airflow was immediately panoramic.

"What a twilight rain. It seems that you want to borrow the hand of love to break through and stand up." The sight of the residual blood is extremely indifferent. Those airflows are a kind of high energy from the universe, a kind of power that forms the sun, moon and stars. In this strange air machine, the body of the evening rain constantly accepts the washing of the road and arranges all the time to achieve a strong and immortal structure, and what is more strange is that The law of the road in Mu Yuze's body unexpectedly emerged at this moment, and the breath of life and death was reborn in Panni and gained immortal divine power.

At this time, Mu Yuze's body was stunned, and a strong breath burst out of his body. His slender body spread slightly, just like a sea of thunder, the stars falling, and the suppressed people retreated. Even some veteran venerable people could not get out of this gas machine at all.

"It is said that Mu Yuze has just broken through the king's level, and now he has reached such a level. Can he soon fight with Duanmu Junxi?" Some people are creepy. This is a strong man from the angel clan. Eight white and flawless wings stretch behind him, and the free way is perfectly embedded in it. You can clearly see that each feather is full of airflow after another. Why can birds soar in the sky because of the power of the wind they use. The divine wind surrounding this angel clan is extremely strong. Under his perfect control, there is no doubt that it can make him fly away and move instantly.

However, something terrible happened. Under the breath of Mu Yuze, he was like a headless eagle, rampaging and couldn't find the direction at all.

Other people can't go there. The location of Mu Yuze is like the eye of a typhoon. The wind and waves are torn apart, making people's bodies and souls separate.

"How did you catch the seeds I buried in it?" He Yiqing stood in the storm, and his body was not shadowed at all. No, it was not that he was not affected, but that his power was really too huge. The chaotic power around him was directly suppressed by his peerless power. His falcon-like eyes stared at the evening rain, and the sharp light in it was like another sky. Knife cutting.

In the face of such a sight, Mu Yuze turned a blind eye and smiled casually and said, "As early as when you put this seed into it, I had already put in the seed of a tree of life accompanied by the power of death, one yin and one yang, perfect under the impact of the law of life and death. Fusion, do you understand this?

"The law of life and death, does he also control the law of life and death?" The red cloak behind the dry shadow rustles in the air. Around him, a yin and a yang, to the turbid atmosphere blend, regardless of each other. The dry shadow regards itself as life and the world as death. Man himself is a creature, full of the power of life. Heaven and earth are dead and lifeless, and people can only survive by relying on heaven and earth. That is, life and death depend on each other.

His breath is extremely smooth, thinking about the high mountains and flowing water, endlessly. Even if the power of the evening rain and He Yiqing is so strong, he can't get close to his body at all. He is like a fallen leaf, floating alone in the storm. No matter how big the storm is, a fallen leaf will not be affected by it. This is Dry shadow's understanding of life and death.

Mu Yuze wants to be the source of life, compare himself to a small world, replace life, and turn death into life. Even if he does not find a clear goal, he firmly believes that his choice is right.

"So that's it. Your hand makes it seamless. You use my power to perfectly reconcile the power of life and death, so that Phoenix can be baptized in the power of life and death. It's wonderful. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I have thought that there would be such a long-term person in this world, but..." He Yiqing is worthy of He Yiqing. His mind is as deep as the sea. No matter what state he is in, he can face everything in front of him in the most rational state. This is his advantage, but he doesn't know that Mu Yuze is also such a person, so he is defeated.

Because in general, it is often the opponent who can really understand himself, and what kind of opponent can fully understand his own ideas is undoubtedly the opponent similar to himself.

"But how?" Mu Yuze smiled and looked at He Yiqing. The kind eyes seemed to be not enemies, but good friends.

"But..." He Yiqing's smile suddenly turned cold, and his tone was like a cold wind that froze three thousand miles. "However, your road is destined to be until today."

At the moment when He Yiqing's words fell, the man suddenly appeared in trouble. He was like a human-shaped real dragon, crossing the sky, and a dragon-shaped curve rushed up. His footsteps were evil and ethereal, and he stepped on the mountains. He was like walking on the flat ground and a herding meteor. Although his footsteps were false moves, But it gave people a feeling that the sky was going to collapse. Just as people watched his footsteps, he had already arrived in front of the evening rain, and a sharp light flew backwards from behind him.

Wo!

It's so fast that he can't see the martial arts sect and the number of roads at all. His will be sent and received at will. He doesn't care about trifles at all. Instead, he is ever-changing. With the situation, he can carry out countless changes and control his power with his ability.

Mu Yuze's heart is vivid, like a natural nature. A wisp of his hair has fallen from his forehead. There is a deep blood stain on his face, and blood flows from his face. Everyone looked at Mu Yuze's expression. Although his face is still motionless, like a rock carving, the only thing that has changed is him. The shock in Mu Yuze's heart can be seen from his violently contracted pupils.

"Pull out the knife!"

One move is fruitless, why is the sense of affection deeper? His hand is an ordinary iron sword, and there is nothing strange about it. Some sharp-eyed people suddenly see that this sword is an iron sword in the secular world. Some blacksmiths may be able to build dozens of handles in a day, which is often not reaching the human level in the secular world. The masters are used to compete, increase their swordsmanship, and strive to win a place in the conscription of the court. Guangzong shines on their ancestors. In the practice world, the most mediocre people will choose Daojian and integrate into Taoist spiritual power to achieve the effect of strengthening their swordsmanship.

Generally, no one will look at this kind of mortal iron, but today, they see that the sharpness of the mortal iron will not be weaker than any famous sword.

He is an absolute swordsman. Although he has been hiding behind people, communicating his thoughts and using conspiracy and tricks, his swordsmanship is upright and moving forward. This knife drawing is undoubtedly to explain one of the words of swordsmanship to the most spiritual realm. He put away his sword and falls, shining like snow, like autumn rain, like spring breeze, in In the spring flowers and autumn moon, his sword is a light in the world, shining on people, as if to make people fall into the cycle of life and death.

In the face of this move, Mu Yuze's shrinking eyes opened in an instant, instinctively raised his right hand and pointed at the sword body...