Wood stood there, watching him quietly, the breeze brushing his hair and rippling in layers.
A wisp of green smoke rose from outside, turning into a faint green mist.
Liu Yang's mood is also very worried, and the sweat flowing down his palms is enough to explain.
Eyes glued to his expression.
"Huh."
He chuckled softly.
Liu Yang felt a burst of joy in his heart, just when he thought that Mu would let him go.
But what he didn't expect at all was.
"Since you don't understand right and wrong so much, it looks like I'm going to wake you up."
Mu looked at him like this, slowly spitting out the cold words.
"If you want to go back, you can, as long as you can defeat me, you can naturally return to your own world."
"If even I can't be defeated, what can you do even if you go back."
Liu Yang's heart was fierce.
At this moment, he gently took a few steps forward and walked towards Liu Yang.
Liu Yang could only be forced to step back, his hand clenching the spear.
But he knew that the sweat in his palms had betrayed it, and it was slowly flowing down the tip of the spear.
Under the sun, it turned out to be a little crystal clear.
"Have a game with me, I may not have practiced in a long time."
Wood took off the garment and marten that he had draped over his body, and the cold-colored garten fell lightly to the ground, since it did not make the slightest sound, it was like a tulle, so soft and smooth.
And in his hand, he didn't know when he held a sword.
The coldness of the sword, as if I had seen him, the cold sword glow, the cold light appeared, as if it had cut through the ice of the Nine Shadows.
Liu Yang's body was inexplicably taken back a few steps.
The difference in strength between them is really too big.
Liu Yang muttered silently in his heart.
First of all, not to mention the age gap between the two of them, there is already a difference of more than 700 years.
And as far as he knew, Mu was the next young patriarch in their family.
A young man in his 20s can become a young parent.
For example, it can be seen how strong he was at that time, he could sweep away all the young heroes of the entire family, and make everyone obey his orders.
"How," he said softly.
"Don't you want to?"
Time passed slowly, for a few seconds, as if there was a pause in between.
"That's not going to happen" Liu Yang only felt a cold wind blowing on his face, a cold wind that would only appear in winter.
It's like falling into an ice cave, it's so cold that the blood stops flowing, and everything is frozen.
When he opened his eyes again, the other party had disappeared in front of his eyes.
Liu Yang was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly looked for his figure, left, right, back, and above I couldn't find him at all, as if I had suddenly disappeared before his eyes.
Liu Yang held the spear tightly, his eyes searching for him tightly.
He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, because he knew if his breathing was only a slight stagnation.
The opponent will attack like a storm of wind, and they will run towards him.
And I don't have any time to react at all.
Wood stood on top of the high building, looking down, looking for his figure of Liu Yang.
There was no change in his faint expression, and his cold eyes were not distracted at all.
A falling rain fell gently, and all it did was a little ripple.
And the existence of ripples is small in itself, and it will not cause much waves in the slightest.
Stand on a high place and feel the cold of the wind.
It didn't take long for him to suddenly take a light step in front of him, and when he opened his eyes wide, he was actually stepping on the air.
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And it didn't fall, it was suspended in the air like a limbo microstep.
Stretching out his right hand, he held the ice sword in his hand far away in his hand.
The cold wind continued to blow, blowing his hair like a hanging waterfall.
Releasing his hand, the ice sword fell straight downward.
Without the slightest hesitation, it was like an axe to open the mountain, cutting down everything that stood in its way.
Even the air was cut in half by it, faintly twisting in the air.
"I just want to get out of here like this."
"You really take life as a joke."
"Just relying on them, you feel like you can leave."
"Should I say you're confident in yourself, or stupid in your belief?"
"You are always in your own hands, you don't have absolute strength, but don't agree to other people's requests."
"Don't arbitrarily tie your own life to the other person's life, otherwise, you will not only harm yourself but also them."
Mu stood in mid-air, watching the ice sword fall coldly downward.
One is divided into two, two becomes three, and three begets all things.
Obviously, it was still an ice sword in the air, but he didn't expect that it had been refined into thousands of ice threads.
Thousands of ice threads are densely packed, crystal clear, cold and piercing.
Even if you stand far below, you can feel the sense of oppression from the top down.
It seems that there is no way to avoid it, there is no escape, and you can only face it head-on.
At this time, even Liu Yang felt it early.
He looked up in amazement and saw the spectacular sight in front of him.
He had already caught Mu's figure at that time, standing above, condescending, his eyes did not contain any emotion, cold ice.
The distance from above to him was less than one or two hundred meters left.
Tightly clenched the purple spear in his hand, and now the only one who could fight with him was it.
And you can only rely on it.
He exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, as if he wanted to let go of the thousands of burdens in his heart.
Eyes were once again staring upward, with determination.
And Mu naturally took in all his reactions.
He didn't change anything about it.
Instead, he gently lifted his toes and lightly tapped them twice in mid-air.
Knock knock.
It was like a spot on the calm and smooth water surface, and there were ripples in the air slightly.
Raise your head and look into the distance.
In that place, the whole sky seemed to be on fire, and half of the sky was red.
The entire jet-black smoke was like a huge mushroom cloud rising from an atomic bomb explosion.
"Go ahead."
He opened his mouth slightly.
It's like the right wind said.
To the clouds, or the people in the fire.
When he looked up again and looked at the sky.
Gray sky, nothing to see.
The world of mirrors only reflects the back of the back.
He has lived here for seven hundred years, and seven hundred years can change and make anything.
You can make what is right become wrong, and you can make what is wrong forever become right.
After staying here for so long, even he himself forgot what his past life was like.
The next head of the family.
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There are rich sons of other families.
Or the object of envy among his peers, the person who is taken as a target.
It may also be the most satisfied young generation of the elders at the moment.
But even he forgot about it.
What is it?
Had he lived here for too long and forgotten about it, or had he never lived.
He opened his mouth, but he didn't open it.
"Go, come out."
"Me" A soft voice, a cold tone, a lonely figure.
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