Seeing that You Wuming lost control, he was controlled by the Magic Knife.

Qingqing's first reaction was to turn around and leave. The anxious voice ran away seemed to be urging her to turn around and jump away from the ice cube she was standing on.

The Phantom Step that the senior brother taught her has long been perfect.

Now she has started to learn the more exquisite Lishang walk with her senior brother. She is completely unscientific, but she has not learned the martial arts skills of the Dragon, but she has already used the simpler spiritual bird walk.

It is not difficult to escape by relying on the Dragon Binding Troubleshooting Shield.

The senior brother also said that he is now a body of gold and cannot take risks. When encountering anything, he must think twice before taking action and protect himself.

She pursed her lips and turned around and jumped away from here.

Seeing Qingqing leave, You Wuming felt relieved, and the next moment, he completely fell into the illusion of blood sea lingering in his heart.

There is still a tumbling sea of ​​blood.

But this time the inmate was replaced by himself.

In the rolling sea of ​​blood in front of me, countless selves stood on the waves, and those selves were holding evil illusions, wrapped in blood gaunts, and their faces were cold.

As the sea of ​​blood rolled, the first figure stood up, like a signal, and the remaining illusions came with swords.

Everyone uses different sword techniques.

From the simplest sword to the most complex and exquisite seventy-two dragon-slaying style.

From the most powerful Kunlun sword technique to the most feminine finger-walking soft sword technique.

All kinds of sword techniques in the world are in front of You Wuming. This is not his demon-silent sword technique. His sword technique is far from this powerful. This is Que Xie taking the initiative to show all the sword techniques he has used after thousands of years.

It seems to be teaching.

But it's not.

But Xie is not so kind, this is temptation.

It's already very simple.

As long as you obey it as before and fight for it purely, all the sword techniques in front of you, the world's exquisiteness belongs to him.

But evil has never been so generous.

It is expecting a lifeless response.

As a man who lives by swords, can he not be moved when he sees so many sword techniques?

bring it on.

Come on, hold me again.

Whatever choice and what kind of giving up is all false! If you want, just use the knife in your hand to grab it!

As long as you are strong enough, the whole world belongs to you!

The magic knife can't speak.

But he heard clearly the evil thoughts of You Wuming.

"No!"

The thin young man stood on the edge of the stone platform of the blood sea, and shouted loudly:

"I don't learn! I made a decision! I want Brother Zhang Chu, Qingqing! Don't want you!"

His tone was full of grievances and disappointment.

It was like a boy who saw through the truth and was deceived. He gritted his teeth and screamed:

"You, at all, don't, treat me as a friend!"

"boom"

In response to You Wuming, countless sword shadows were everywhere, and the sword made a sword to break the sea, slashing his mind that was pulled into the illusion. Such a sword would not be You Wuming.

It is very difficult to get Shen Qiu to come now.

But the potential of evil is endless.

How powerful this magic sword can be depends entirely on the sword holder. In the hands of Zhang Moye, it can run rampant in the world without a single enemy, but in the hands of You Wuming, which has not yet been achieved, it has been defeated repeatedly.

To be honest, it is really tolerant of worry.

In the past thousand years, no sword holder can continue to take charge of evil things after losing.

It believes that this is love, this is sincerity.

But the young man in front of him doesn't understand.

He doesn't understand yet.

He is too young.

A real swordsman does not need women, brothers, or family. It is enough for him to have the knife in his hand!

Holding the knife, you hold the whole world.

"No."

The one who was cut down was a wisp of heart, but Xie deliberately tortured him. The knife just now did not tear the soul apart.

You Wuming stood up again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted to the sea of ​​blood surging in front of him:

"Hold you, I, my heart, only cold. I feel at ease with Brother Zhang Chu, I am happy! I can tolerate it, that kind of cold.

I can.

If, I didn't meet them...

What you gave me, not, what I want."

The tone of You Wuming calmed down.

His expression went from twisted to calm, and seemed to have really made a decision born from his heart.

He raised his head and for the first time, he pushed apart the messy hair from his eyes and pulled his clothes apart, revealing his skinny and scarred body, countless injuries and countless healing scars.

"This is for me."

He pointed to his heart and said:

"Only, pain! I understand, you are not, friend, you are never!"

Without pain, where can we get strength?

Without me, you would have died long ago!

But evil stirred up endless storms in the illusion of blood sea. It roared in response to the lifeless rejection, its anger that had already escaped.

It gave the person in front of him what he thought was the best.

Why doesn't he understand?

Why can't his heart be as cold as a knife? Why can't it be as ruthless as it?

"But I..."

You Wuming heard it.

He heard the roar of Que Xie, and he raised his head, his two blue eyes were filled with tears. He grabbed the torn clothes and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"But what I want is never, it's powerful! What I want is just, my friend!"

"boom"

Another knife responded to him.

Slashed down coldly.

What a shame!

Have you forgotten what I taught you?

Swordsman, no need for friends!

Swordsmen, just need to be powerful! Purely powerful! More powerful! More powerful!

Only strong can be worthy of me.

Only strong can be worthy of the name of evil!

Haha, you just can't learn it, right?

It doesn't matter.

It's OK.

Today, I will teach you again. I will teach you again, just like countless times in the past, so that you can see clearly the world, no strength, friends, and women... I remember "→m.\B\iq\u\g\o\m" in one second, and provide you with wonderful novel reading.

You can't protect it at all!

Go to hell with the regret and despair I have given you.

You sad bug.
To be continued...