Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Wu Ye's arms were a little numb, and the taste of a sword hitting the magic cannon in the wind and seeing Youxiang was the same as hitting a stone with a latte rod.

"..." Feng Jian Youxiang made no comment on the fact that Wu Ye blocked the magic cannon, but a faint smile evoked on that cold face.

not good……

Wu Ye twitched the corners of his mouth. Seeing Feng Jian Youxiang's smile, he already knew that big trouble was coming. The oppressive feeling of being surrounded by wolves was not comparable to ordinary monsters.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed driven to a dead end now. Although Yakumo Zi slipped away, it was inevitable to peep with her character, but he couldn't expose Yuko's existence in full view.

There are monsters on the left and right, and there is no chance to open the gap. Gangnir is not in his hands. The once most powerful assistance has become the most dangerous hidden danger that may sneak from the gap at any time. Now, Wu can only rely on the building in his hand. Watching swords only.

Well, there is only one answer.

Taking a deep breath, Wu also assumed a special posture, but Yakumo Zi hiding in the gap was slightly startled. Although there was only a shadow, the trick was the start-up style of Soul Flow Swordsmanship.

Feng Jian Youxiang's slender eyes swept across the long sword in Wu Ye's hand, and smashed the ground with one foot, pushing towards Wu Ye with unmatched power, and the colorful umbrella was shining with a dark green dangerous light.

Wu Ye held a sword in both hands and swung the sword with a baseball bat to smash the attacking magic cannon abruptly. By turning his body, he finally completed the start-up style of the sword skill.

Yaoji taught him only one skill in swordsmanship. It was not the swordsmanship of the soul master, but the stunt left by a certain swordsman. Legend has it that even the planes in the sky can be shot down.

"Secret Sword--" Wu Ye stared at Feng Jian Youxiang's movements, and the sword in his hand quickly cut down.

"!!!" Wu also obviously caught Fengjian Yuxiang off guard with his sudden change of sword power, but her extraordinary fighting ability made her change the trajectory of her body at the last minute, blocking Wu Ye's deadly sword with the colorful umbrella of her left hand.

hateful!Failed!

Wu also gritted his teeth secretly, as expected, this trick is cheating!It is impossible to cut three swords in an instant!He has already increased his speed to the extreme, but even so, it only takes advantage of Feng Jian Youxiang's underestimation of the enemy.

Looking at Feng Jian Youxiang's fist after pressing down the sword, Wu could not react even if he realized it. He could only watch the fist containing the demon power approach his heart little by little.

This is the limit speed that the demon-power-added body can reach. It seems that seeing the future where life is about to disappear, Wu can't help but start complaining about his arrogance. Why do you think that even Demon Ji can't do things? Can do it.

Yaoji's swordsmanship has been practiced for hundreds of thousands of years. Even so, he still can't reach that field. Wu has only learned swordsmanship for less than a month. He who is not even an amateur is actually making fun of life here.

Really arrogant.

From the very beginning, he was not a genius, yes, he just occupied with some strange abilities.

It's like cheating. If this is the case, you should call out Yuko's name loudly from the beginning, passers-by should look like passersby, heroes, that's the protagonist's——

Ticking.

In the gray-white courtyard that suddenly descended, the fatal fist stopped five centimeters from his heart, and could no longer advance for half a minute.

Surprised to say that he could not describe this scene in any language, Wu Ye held the sword in his hand and picked up Feng Jian Youxiang’s colorful umbrella. It was not his power. By his side, the blue and white maid held him. Hands.

It's Sakuya.

Is this the so-called revolving lantern?I didn't expect that the last thing I saw in my life would be Sakiya, the gentle smile even in the most absurd dream, Wu never imagined.

it's not finished yet--

Sakuya said this, she smiled and squeezed Takeya's sword-holding hand tightly, and in the stopped world, she swung the remaining two swords to Fengjian Yuka.

"Yan Fan!"

The world that shouldn't exist, the maid who shouldn't exist, and the young people who shouldn't exist here have completed this dreamlike cooperation together, yes, everything is like a dreamlike absurdity.

The fact is also true.

In the white-gray courtyard, only Wu Ye himself was smiling. The broken maid puppet was hung behind him by cobweb-like silk threads. Those hollow eyes reflected the lonely figure of the young man on his chest. On his pocket watch, scarlet blood drops slowly dripped.

Ticking.

Tick...

Chapter 38 Instinct (Repair)

A flower's life needs to grow, bloom, and then wither.

Most of the growing flowers are ugly ducklings that no one cares about. No one knows how beautiful it will be when it blooms. Therefore, in order to make up for the missing beauty of growth, Kazaki Yuka dedicated all his love to the withered it.

Blooming is only the only way to grow, and withering is the final form of beauty, in other words——

That is the art of death.

Stabbed...

At the same time, the lower abdomen of the sleeves was cut with a slender and neat slit, and blood beads like beads were scattered on the ground, and the scarlet color was reflected in the tyrant's stunned eyes.

At the last five centimeters, she missed, and the masked man in front of her evaded her attack in an incredible way, and left two wounds precisely on her body.

The scary thing is that I don't even know when the opponent made the hand, the speed is so fast that I can't catch it with my eyes.

But again, it's ridiculous that this guy is more naive than he thought. The wounds on his arms and abdomen are like a kid's prank, which is incredibly shallow.

"...Why?" Even the tyrant who doesn't like words can't withstand the doubts in his heart at this time. Isn't this deliberate attempt to humiliate her?

Ten steps away, Wu also chose to remain silent. He could not answer Fengjian Youxiang's questions, whether it was the truth or a lie.

This distance is a distance he thinks is safe, but this does not mean that he can avoid counterattacks from the tyrant at this distance, but...

After hesitating again and again, Wu also made a move that surprised all the monsters, and he retracted the sword.

Except for himself, no one else understood what happened to him at that moment of life and death.

The impossible world, the impossible Sakuya, the inexistable three sword cuts.

The dazzling wound on the flower tyrant is the evidence. Wu Ye knows that Sakiya cannot and has no reason to appear in this era a thousand years ago. Then, who is the person he saw?

No, before that, who created the world he was in?

The time to stop—Only in that gray-white world, Wu Ye can do a miraculous triple strike.

No one can cut three swords in a row, unless time stands still.

Wu also used a cheating method that no one understood to complete the strongest sword skill that even Demon Ji could not do. Why did Sakiya appear at that time... No, it should be, why Sakiya's power appeared at that time.

Climbing the high mountains towering into Yunfeng and exploring the perilous deep ocean, people still replied in awe of the distant and deep starry sky, because at the end of the silver river, there is an unknown fear.

The unknown is the source of fear.

A deep chill swept through Wu Ye's body. It was not the fear of the tyrant, but the fear of himself who planned to cut the tyrant under the sword.

When the will is unable to drive the body, the instinct will follow, which is the truest self after giving up all the masks of disguise.

Lou Guanjian in his hand uttered a pleasant, clear scream. The smell of blood made Wu Ye's vision become chaotic. Withered vines were eroding his world. He was afraid that there was something invisible, which was quietly changing.