PS: (Thank you Violet ~ Qianqian, I am grateful, but speechless...... ）

The aura in the air was chaotic, the mud of the swamp splashed, and some rain flew up and down and shimmered.

The two fists touched, and the force vibrate, and the two figures approached and moved away.

The swamp has always been a swamp, and at the moment it shows a different character from the flat land, and it cannot resist the footsteps of gravity, splashing mud and submerging the feet that step into it.

The soft soil, accompanied by some traces of water, unconsciously slowed down the movement.

As a skeleton, Li Yuchen didn't have the slightest awareness of the skeleton, or as usual, the long-fixed movements were unchanged, almost brute force attacks, and he didn't care that his thin body might fall apart.

He used the footwork and boxing techniques he learned from You Qing to the extreme, and his body was fluttering between movements, and he could only see a little light and shadow, and he kept retreating with his wings.

"Somewhat familiar. You Yi muttered in a low voice, doubts in his heart.

After all, it was a spiritual technique learned from You Qing, and You Yi was once used as an experimental subject, and he was even more aware of the effects of footwork and boxing than You Qing, and he could deal with it better.

He kept retreating, looking embarrassed, but unharmed.

Li Yuchen also knew the situation of the battle, knowing that he had no advantage, and the gap in the realm could not be made up by the strength of this body.

But he didn't give up, and took this battle as an experience to determine the gap between himself and the outstanding young generation of the ancient family, so that he could catch up and surpass in the future. Even if you lose, you must fight with your determination and attitude.

There was a chase that bordered on madness, and the oppressive mud flew in the air, and the temporarily suspended rain gradually fell, making a noisy and quiet sound.

After fighting for a long time, Li Yuchen was tired, and You Yi was also a little bored.

A strange red glow flickered in the black air, and an even stronger killing aura erupted from Youyi's body. It seemed that the little reason he had was obscured, and only a ferocious killing intent remained. It is still human, but it looks like a fierce beast that knows only to kill.

The battle is still one-sided, but the roles of both sides have changed. And the rain-soaked marshes are even more unsightly.

"What is hidden in his heart?" Li Yuchen kept retreating, with palpitations in doubt.

The air was shaking, the rain was shaking, and even the mud under his feet wanted to retreat, unwilling to have any contact with the wings. There seems to be an innate fear.

There was a large area of thorns in the swamp, and Li Yuchen retreated and retreated.

Entering the thorn-strewn realm, the sky is no longer rainy, and the ground beneath your feet is no longer muddy.

Li Yuchen stepped back, his eyes in front of his body, and he was always on Youyi. But he felt the scene behind him, unusually bright, and some subtle places appeared in his mind, more clearly than when he looked at it during the day.

He keeps moving backwards. He did not touch any thorns, as if this thorny land was his place, where he could move as he pleased, unhindered.

But that still doesn't change the reality that he can only defend passively.

He still retreated, kept retreating, tasting the bitterness that You Yi felt before, and his heart was very aggrieved.

However, if you have a choice, you have to accept the consequences of all suffering. He chose to fight, and he had to accept the result of being defeated. The process of fighting is also to be accepted and must be endured.

Youyi's attacks are monotonous, straight and don't use spiritual power. It's just a collision of physical forces.

Li Yuchen didn't use spiritual power, so he wouldn't use spiritual power. He was in a rage at the moment, he didn't care about these at all, he didn't know that he could still use spiritual power, and he was even more arrogant engraved in his bones.

Don't be afraid of anything, everything is better than your opponent. He's the strongest!

This is his belief, his determination to stand at the pinnacle of humanity, to surpass everything and to be the strongest!

He's attacking, but nothing that stands in the way should exist. All the thorns that his body touched were destroyed by him, and they were all invaded by the killing intent that was about to condense into substance, and gradually withered.

Li Yuchen felt a bone headache.

The pain of being beaten, the pain of being eroded, really hurts to the bones.

"If only the bamboo flute were still there. He muttered, the sound of bones clashing.

In the face of attacks, he has always used the bamboo flute to resist, saying that it is a habit, but in fact, he is a little unstable after leaving the bamboo flute, and he always feels that something is missing, and the battle is not so comfortable.

He is talking about the bamboo flute, and there is a strange way in his heart.

Moving his gaze to his waist, he saw the bamboo flute, reflecting the faint light released from his body, and the warm and cool green was incomparably gorgeous in the dark night.

He reached out and touched the bamboo flute.

Even if only the skeleton remains, his hands are full of bones, but he feels the warmth and coolness carried by the bamboo flute, and there is a deeper feeling floating in his heart.

It's a joy, he thinks so, but he doesn't have time to think about it.

A pair of glowing white bone palms held the bamboo flute tightly, and when it was shocked back by the huge force, it lifted the bamboo flute, and made contact with the attack that arrived in front of him again, and the dull sound fell into the dark air.

If the collision sound is before, it is continuous and overlapping, and it is difficult to distinguish.

The green gradually bloomed, like the explosion of fireworks, and the bursting and brilliant light spread in all directions, driving the silence and coolness of the night, and covering up the red demon.

The green light of the bamboo flute fell on Youyi's body, and the violent aura that was wrapped in the air faded a lot.

There are no more thorns or muddy swamps around it...... Without the rain, there would be no killing in the air, and there would no longer be a night without stars.

A meadow with no edges.

At the top of the meadow is a starry sky.

"In every era, there will be people like you. A young man stepped on the grass, looking at the starry night sky, his thoughts wandering, "If you can't cry ghosts and gods in the world, you will achieve nothing." ”

As he spoke, like a fairy sound, he washed away the violent aura on Youyi's body, and the red light in his eyes completely dissipated.

He was calm, reminiscing about the past, but having to deal with what was in front of him.

"Control the will to kill, or be controlled by the will to kill. He said softly, sighed a little, and slowly explained, "It's not to suppress the will to kill, let alone to follow the will to kill, and to incarnate as a killing god." ”

"There is 'Kill the heavens and the earth, kill the world.' But it's not true, it's about killing the self, and slaughtering the body, cutting off everything that has to do with the self. ”

"Eventually, you have to find your true self and return to your self before you cut everything off. ”

"It's a process, it's complicated and long. If you succeed, you can cry ghosts and gods, and if you fail, you can only accept destruction. ”

You Yi had already woken up, listening to these words but could not move, some things wanted to be said, but could not be said, so he had to devote all his thoughts to thinking about the meaning of these words.

He was sure that this was a road to immortals, but it was extremely difficult.

If you don't succeed, you will succeed.

He thought for a moment, then turned his thoughts away and fell on the young man, unconsciously looking at the skeleton that was close to the young man. (To be continued.) )