Rebirth of Mu Zetianxia

Mu Ze looked at the dense vine branches on his wrist, showing a disdainful smile, turned his palm over, and held the thick stalk, small sparks bloomed on his fingertips, igniting bright red petals, invisible to the naked eye. The speed of perception spread instantly.

The mouthparts at the tip of the vine twisted ferociously, as if they were screaming silently, the burnt branches fell one after another, and the scorched stalks cringed into a ball, letting go of the young man like throwing away a hot potato.However, the flames did not shrink or disappear because of their release. No matter how lush branches and leaves Wei Yuming produced to beat the flames, these beautiful and dazzling red sparks did not show any signs of withering, but burned more and more The more Sheng.

The blossoming red lotus blooms on the vines, bright and beautiful, but the vines below are constantly withering and turning into ashes, just like these red lotuses are nourished by the life of the vines, the more they wither, the more blooming they bloom.

A flash of pain flashed in Wei Yuming's eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hands in his sleeves and trembled slightly, even the slightest blue veins appeared on his pale skin.The man turned his deep eyes, and his gaze fell on the monitor mounted on the street lamp. The small black and white screen displayed the scene outside the door.

The man flicked his finger, a thin branch wound up along the street lamp, and poked hard on the button on the back of the monitor. In the image displayed on the screen, the door slowly opened, and Qin Song, Meng Youran and the others quickly opened the door. Go into the villa.

Turning his eyes, Wei Yuming stared at the young man who had almost burned all his vines, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of malice.Thinking of Mu Ze's expression when he looked at Qin Song and the others, the man's heart was filled with joy, and even the pain all over his body could no longer attract his attention.

Mu Ze's sea of ​​consciousness shows the man's every move, including the silent gathering of wood elements around him, and naturally including the change of his sight.Even if he didn't have to look back, any disturbance in the entire villa or within a few kilometers would be hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mu Ze watched the people in the villa start to follow the sound of the two fighting to the martial arts field after inspecting the interior of the room.After thinking about it, Mu Ze realized that Wei Yuming's purpose in the beginning was not to test his strength, but to expose his abilities to everyone's eyes.The young man frowned slightly, his handsome face moved slightly, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't put away the spark in his hand.

After hiding for so long, this fight with Wei Yuming made Mu Ze understand that he had lost his vigor as a swordsman.It may be because of the accident of the teacher that he experienced, or it may be because he came to this strange world and lost all support, and even his heart became weak.

As a sword cultivator, you only have to show your sharpness, and you only have to go forward, if you don't advance, you will retreat. How can you hide your front with a sword, and how can you sharpen it with determination?Mu Ze's heart suddenly surged with overwhelming arrogance, Yangtian smiled, stretched his right arm, and the blossoming red lotus instantly condensed into a fiery red sword. Although the blade was blunt, it still had infinite killing intent. Just looking at it seems to sting the eyes.

Wei Yuming pushed the vines stubbornly, ignoring the energy he consumed and the stems and leaves that were constantly being burned. However, at the moment when the flaming sword appeared, the plants around the man seemed to feel the murderous intent, and opened their teeth and claws. The branches and leaves flinched in an instant.

Mu Ze showed a wanton smile, which was different from the usual gentle or indifferent smile. This kind of wantonness seemed to have no one or anything in the world that could make him afraid.

Between the heaven and the earth, everything has its own owner, sword repair never be the master of others, but will not let others control their own destiny.

I control my own life!

The youth's originally indifferent eyebrows and eyes seemed to be dyed with a heavy color in an instant, and the originally delicate and elegant face seemed to be a little more coquettish, the narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the white cheeks were a touch of excited pink, evoking The lips are extremely rosy.

The young man standing in the sky is like a phoenix bird with its wings spread, wantonly showing off its beautiful feathers and dangerous beak.Such a detached creature seems to be born to be looked up to by mortals. No matter how yearning or longing, no matter how hard you try, you can't touch a feather. You can only long for it and torture yourself.

Swinging the long sword, Mu Ze seems to have returned to those days when he practiced swordsmanship hard with his seniors and fought desperately with monsters.The sword move that I thought would become unfamiliar, seems to be engraved in the blood, and it naturally exerts its due power.

No matter how hard Wei Yuming tried to promote the growth of plants, no matter how dense and strong the plant network was, it could not trap Mu Ze and the long sword in his hand.

The sound of footsteps outside the training ground gradually approached. Wei Yuming's pale face showed a strange smile, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc. He glanced at the group of people who had already walked to the edge. Ze body.

"Don't want to know who's here?" Wei Yuming forced himself to speak, his voice was difficult but full of pleasure.

Mu Ze's eyes were dark, like a deep ancient well, empty and cold.Turning his head slightly, the extremely shocked expressions of Qin Feng, Qin Xuan and others were reflected in the youth's eyes.

There seemed to be an endless bitter taste in his mouth. At that moment, Mu Ze didn't even know why he had to hide his ability so hard.Immediately, his firm will allowed him to quickly regain his composure, and he looked back at everyone calmly. Mu Ze tipped his toes in mid-air, and his whole body was like a preying eagle, drawing an elegant and sharp trajectory in the air , and threw himself straight at Wei Yuming.

Wei Yuming's complexion changed suddenly, and before his eyes could even catch the young man's figure, he felt the dangerous aura from the pores all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and with a flash of sword light in front of his eyes, all the overgrown plants were chopped off.The man's face turned pale, and just as he was about to retreat, the fiery sword passed straight through the man's right shoulder, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and a burning pain spread all over his body instantly.

Wei Yuming clenched his teeth, dripping with cold sweat. Mu Ze looked at the man in front of him indifferently, turned his wrist, and pulled out the long sword.Following the young man's movements, Wei Yuming immediately fell limp to the ground, blood gushed out from the scorched wound, instantly staining a small open space red.

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The two people who were standing and kneeling were fixed in everyone's sight, their white and slender fingers were holding the fiery red sword, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down the sword.

Only then did Qin Feng come to his senses, and after a moment of silence, he said with difficulty: "Xiao Ze... are you..." Who is it?

In the last few words, Qin Feng couldn't ask why Mu Ze could walk on the ground in mid-air, what kind of weapon was that flaming long sword, and the vines controlled by Wei Yuming that almost covered the training ground .Everything in front of them has gone far beyond their cognition.

When Wei Yuming heard Qin Feng's difficult voice, his trembling and pale lips instantly curled up with a joyful arc.

See, when the secret you have hidden for a long time is exposed, these so-called lovers and relatives will change their faces.Glancing at the astonished expressions of the crowd, Wei Yuming narrowed his eyes slightly in enjoyment, fixedly staring at Mu Ze's face, observing his expression, not wanting to miss the slightest change on the young man's face.

Pain, struggle, despair, just like I did before.The same is different, why can you pretend to be a normal person and enjoy everyone's love and praise.You should have been hurt and betrayed like me, and then fell into desperation and fell into the abyss.

However, everything did not go as Wei Yuming expected.Although there were slight fluctuations on Mu Ze's face, it wasn't despair or pain, but an indescribable tranquility.It was like a snowy night in the middle of the night, silent and unrestrained, making people feel the deep cold rising from the soles of their feet and spreading all over their bodies.

The young man stood quietly, his slender and straight body was as sharp and sharp as the fire-colored sword he held in his hand.It was a kind of majesty and coldness that Qin Song and others had never seen before. For a moment, everyone's expressions were a little dazed, because of this familiar yet unfamiliar young man in front of them.

Mu Ze's eyes are calm, and his pupils reflect everyone's expressions like a deep pool without waves. However, his heart is not as calm and waveless as he shows, but becomes barren in an instant. The familiar loneliness and Silence surrounded him.In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he first came to this world. Perhaps, the warmth and warmth he felt were all illusions. When the time came, all the good things would disappear like ice and snow meeting the sun. .

Just as he was thinking, Sun Yafan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took a step forward, waking up all the people who were standing there dumbfounded.

"Ozawa." Sun Yafan slowly smiled at the young man, soft and gentle, just like the smoked willows on the embankment of the south of the Yangtze River, and the soft waves in the creek made people feel warm.

Mu Ze's lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of lacquer-like eyes silently watched the man walking slowly. The finger holding the long sword flicked a few times, but still did not give any response.

Sun Yafan kept smiling and walked in slowly. The closer he was to Mu Ze, the more he could feel the heat emanating from the fiery long sword. People have chest tightness and feel timid.

Sun Yafan resisted the coercion, smiled and came to Mu Ze, calling again,

"Ozawa, we are here to take you home."

Mu Ze's lips moved slightly, and his calm eyes finally rippled. Wei Yuming, who was already slumped on the ground, let out a hissing voice, "Go home? You want to take such a monster home? Didn't you see him?" A flame in your hand? Aren’t you afraid of being burned to death by the fire at night?”

Before Sun Yafan could speak, a water polo suddenly condensed in the air and slapped it straight at Wei Yuming. With a bang, the water splashed everywhere, dousing the man on the ground to the bottom.Some of it went directly into the mouth that spoke so badly, Wei Yuming was choked and coughed endlessly.