The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

The life of a flower needs to go through growth, blooming, and then withering.

Most of the growing flowers are ugly ducklings that no one cares about. No one knows how beautiful they will be after they bloom, so in order to make up for the missing beauty of growth, Feng Jian Youxiang dedicated all her love to the withered flowers.

Blooming is just the only way to grow, while withering is the final form of beauty. In other words -

That is the art of death.

Stab——

At the same time, a slender and neat tear was cut on the lower abdomen of the sleeve, and beads of blood scattered on the ground. The scarlet color was reflected in the tyrant's stunned eyes.

She missed the last five centimeters, and the masked man in front of her dodged her attack in an incredible way, and accurately left two wounds on her body.

The scary thing is that I don't even know when the other party made the move. The speed was so fast that I couldn't catch it with my eyes.

But again, the funny thing is that this guy is more naive than he thought. The wounds on his arms and abdomen are like a child's prank, and the shallowness is unbelievable.

".Why?" Even the tyrant who didn't like to talk couldn't help but wonder in his heart at this time. Could this deliberate act be intended to humiliate her?

Takeru, who was ten steps away, chose to remain silent. He could not answer Feng Jian Youxiang's question, whether it was the truth or a lie.

This distance is what he considers to be a safe distance. However, this does not mean that he can avoid counterattacks from the tyrant outside this distance.

After much hesitation, Takeru made a move that surprised all the monsters. He sheathed his sword.

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

A world that cannot exist, Sakuya that cannot exist, and three sword slashes that cannot exist.

The bright wounds on the Flower Tyrant's body are evidence. Takeya knows that there is no way or reason for Sakuya to appear in this era a thousand years ago. So, who is the person he saw?

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

Stopped time——Only in that gray-white world, Takeya could achieve the miraculous three-hit combo.

No one can slash three swords in a row unless time stops.

Takeru used a cheating method that no one could understand to complete the strongest sword skill that even Yaoji couldn't do. Why did Sakuya appear at that time? No, it should be, why did Sakuya's power appear at that time.

Climbing the mountains towering into the cloud peaks and exploring the dangerous deep sea, people are still in awe of the distant and deep starry sky, because at the end of the Milky Way, there is an unknown fear.

The unknown is the root of fear.

A bone-chilling chill swept through Wu Ye's whole 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 can't drive the body, the instinct will move accordingly, which is the most authentic self after abandoning all disguised masks.

The Lou Guanjian in his hand made a pleasant sound. The smell of blood made Wuye's vision become chaotic. Withered vines were eroding his world. He was afraid that something invisible was quietly changing.

Deep in his heart, something is quietly changing.

The breeze gradually became manic, and the whistling wind made the haze in Wu Ye's heart thicker. The green-haired tyrant who exuded unscrupulous fighting spirit was trying to challenge his few sanity.

Stop it, Miss Youxiang, I—— don't want to fight with you!

A low roar echoed in Wu Ye's heart. Unfortunately, the fire that was ignited in his eyes could no longer be extinguished. The small blue flame was dancing happily, as if celebrating his new life.

The dead atmosphere is like a huge powder keg. It only takes a spark to completely explode. It's a pity that Yakumo Murasaki has been an arsonist for so many years, but today, surprisingly, she changed her career to a part-time firefighter——

"Really, you actually messed up our place without authorization. How about you two, why don't you calm down?"

Personally speaking, this kind of words is definitely the ending of being rescued by Kazami Yuka on the spot, but Yakumo Zi is an exception.

It was like a basin of cold water was poured on it. It was only a matter of time before the murderous intent in Kazami Yuka's eyes was extinguished. Her eyes filled with disgust fell on Yakumo Murasaki unabashedly: "Is this guy yours?"

Yakumo Murasaki is the leader of the monster army. This castle tower symbolizes not only the glory of monsters but also the face of monster sages. Being destroyed so easily by others is a slap in the face of her leader.

But not only did she not do anything wrong, but she also spoke out to prevent herself from fighting with the opponent. Apart from the possibility of being one of her own, Kazami Yuka couldn't think of other reasons.

"good."

Yakumo Zi's answer was unexpectedly honest, but when she spoke, her gaze stayed on the Lou Guan sword in Wu Ye's hand, not Wu Ye himself.

Wu also noticed this deliberate hint, and he immediately raised the Lou Guan sword in his hand, exposing the hilt painted with cherry blossom patterns in a conspicuous place.

In the eyes of others, this action was tantamount to showing off his power, but it gave Yakumo Zi a clear signal that the other party understood his hint.

Glancing at Takeya meaningfully, Yakumo Zi spoke to disperse the monsters onlookers, and said lightly to Takeya, "Let's go."

In the different sights of the monsters, Takeru followed the footsteps of Yakumo Purple, but Yakumo Blue appeared immediately, intentionally or unintentionally, he and Purple were separated by a body.

The three of them walked for a while and arrived at the gathering place of the ghost tribe.

As an interstitial youkai, Yakumo Purple originally didn't like to place her residence in such a conspicuous position, so even if the castle tower was destroyed, she wouldn't have any special feelings, because it was just a simple symbol.

Takeya originally imagined that the place of conversation should be the Lost House. After all, that was Yakumo Murasaki's real home, but the other party led him to the territory of the ghost clan.

The guarding ghosts expressed respect to Yakumo Murasaki with their eyes, and then also paid a certain amount of respect to themselves.

Wu Ye was stunned at first, and then he was relieved. The ghost tribe is a race that advocates force. The strong have a great say here and receive great respect. Although Wu Ye slapped them in the face in disguise, the ghost tribe is still willing to Give respect to the strong.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Yakumo Murasaki, who was walking in front, suddenly said: "Although that castle tower is not an important thing, it cannot be destroyed by you so naturally, right?"

Wu Ye said awkwardly: "Well, regarding this matter, Miss Zi, I -"

"It's Master Zi!" Lan sternly corrected Wu Ye's statement, with a heavy warning in his words.

"Yes, yes, Master Murasaki, that's enough." Takeru's perfunctory answer made the air pressure around Yakumo Blue drop a little further.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and Zi said without looking back: "Forget it, we'll talk about this later. Anyway, we already know your identity."

"That's great, I'm-" Just when Takeya was about to say Yuko's name, Zi Qing interrupted him.

"Don't worry, we have one more thing to confirm before that."