My practice narration is weird

The black long knife pierced into the flesh, cutting Xu Qingyuan in half.

Ye Wuyou did not exert any force, but the other party smiled and held the blade in his hand, slashing across his body.

Ye Wuyou, who was not used to seeing it, was not unfamiliar with bloody scenes, and his pupils shrank slightly at this moment.

The bones that should have been the hardest as a human being were as fragile as brittle paper at this moment.

It was not that the long knife was sharp, but Xu Qingyuan's body was really like brittle paper at this moment.

Under the broken purple robe was a dark and rotten body, as if it would crack and turn into dust if it was shaken lightly.

The fight lasted only a moment, and the voices of conversation in the hall seemed to pause, thinking that something abnormal had been discovered.

But Ye Wuyou knew that all this was meaningless.

[Recall]

All traces disappeared.

When he came to his senses again, he was still standing in front of the steps, and the purple-robed figure was sitting on the ground with a crazy smile.

The dark blue had passed over Xu Qingyuan's neck, and floated faintly on the face showing the most fearless smile.

Qi gathered silently.

Xu Qingyuan stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to use his magical powers.

But the next moment, the already rotten hands were cut off by a knife.

The broken arm fell on the steps. It was obviously a human arm, but it broke into dry meat the moment it touched the ground.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, and did not repeatedly explain anything to the people around him, but held the knife in one hand and hung it on the other's neck.

He failed to cut it off, and he didn't want to cut it off.

He had seen many strange things, and knew that each of these so-called avenue debris had terrifying and unstoppable power.

The silence of the mute girl, the distance of the footless man, the judgment of the truth and falsehood of the child, the adaptation of the blue demon, and the [death] of Lu Qingshan?

But there has never been one as difficult as the retrospection.

As long as Xu Qingyuan doesn't want to die, it is almost impossible for anyone to kill him.

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Wuyou's words only made the other party's face more distorted.

Xu Qingyuan lay on his back on the ground, his eyes not looking at Ye Wuyou in front of him.

He just spoke to himself, with a high tone, but his voice was extremely weird.

"What am I doing? Look at my body now? What do you think I'm doing?"

With two broken arms supporting on the steps, Xu Qingyuan's body leaned forward slightly, letting the blade cut into his neck little by little, making a dry and hoarse voice.

The voice was extremely sarcastic.

"You guys, do you still think that everything must have a reason, and there must be a purpose for everything?

That's right, after all, you are still alive in the world, and it is always difficult to escape from your ugly thinking. You don't understand what a guy like me who is always fighting at the bottom is thinking."

The bottom?

The Taoist of Baiyun Temple of the three major sects of Daxuan is also considered the bottom, which is ridiculous.

Xu Qingyuan spoke slowly with a melodious tone.

"I am about to die, what do you think I want to do?

Do you still want to talk to me about interests, the future, morality, and human nature?"

Only rotten flesh was left on the neck, and the black flesh on the broken arm peeled off bit by bit. The wide purple robe was cut into pieces by the aura that was always rising on Ye Wuyou's blade, revealing the ugly body that was not human.

But at this moment, Xu Qingyuan raised his head, and the aura on his body gradually rose bit by bit. The distorted expression on his face was gone, but turned into an incomparable tranquility.

He spoke calmly.

"Life needs to be enjoyed in time. In the past, I was always constrained by various identities and couldn't be myself for a long time. On the contrary, I feel unprecedented ease and joy at this moment, so I can do whatever I want."

"What do you think, Brother Ye?"

Ye Wuyou, who had always looked at him coldly, finally had a ripple in his eyes at this moment.

Yes, I was foolish before. I actually thought that the other party had any intentions. I even kept thinking about what the other party wanted, thinking that everything had a purpose.

Ye Wuyou finally understood a little bit of the unknown familiarity before. It was really familiar.

This guy, now he just wanted to blow himself up regardless of anything.

Ye Wuyou's mouth actually outlined a smile at this moment, and his words were transmitted to Xu Qingyuan's ears along with the blade.

"I hate you guys who pull people to blow themselves up when you are about to die. There is no way to talk."

Xu Qingyuan's eyes lit up and he wanted to speak.

But the blade passed by, and the aura exploded directly, and the wind and thunder of the sword turned into a terrifying aura vortex, and the strands turned into a sharp blade of sword energy.

The other party's head and body were directly exploded into powder.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm, and then he explained something in detail to the two people who were surprised on the side.

If nothing unexpected happens, this guy will go back again.

It doesn't matter. [Rewind] also has its limits. How many times can Xu Qingyuan perform Rewind?

It is said that when the weirdness erodes a person completely, it will burst out with unprecedented power, but... it is just [Rewind], and it is not dangerous at all.

The worst case scenario is that everything will start over again, right?

Speaking of which, Xu Qingyuan is obviously a genius of the upper sect and a practitioner of the fourth realm, but why do I feel that he is so weak?

His combat power is even worse than Zhou Xuanyuan... maybe he can only be compared to Bai Changzai?

A figure walked out of the hall, followed by the second, the third...

The gray-robed old man looked shocked, the Taoist old man looked thoughtful, and the Sword Sect elder looked at a loss.

Lu Qingshan frowned slightly, but his eyes showed thinking.

The voice of accountability came with a strong pressure, but it was stopped by Lu Qingshan's wave of his hand the next moment.

Ye Wuyou didn't care about the opinions of others. He glanced lightly and took in everything around him.

Sure enough, that familiar feeling was coming again.

[Recall]

Just at the last moment before the recall, Ye Wuyou glanced, well, there is also the maid...

The thin maid with a thin figure curled up in a corner at the moment, and she really didn't notice the other party for a while.

At this moment, the maid lowered her head, and her body seemed to be trembling faintly because of fear.

But Ye Wuyou noticed something unusual.

The maid with a thin figure quietly and carefully raised her head and glanced at the corpse that had turned into meat.

In the eyes blocked by the messy hair, there was a strange brightness, and the silver teeth were clenched tightly, suppressing some emotions.

It seemed that it was not because of fear...

Ye Wuyou had a faint doubt in his heart.

But he couldn't think any further.

The next moment, everything went back.

The scene changed in an instant.

It was no longer in front of the hall, no longer on the steps.

The pavilion in the garden, the breeze on the lakeside, and the ripples.

It was the time when Xu Qingyuan and Ye Wuyou talked alone.

The purple-robed young man sat quietly at the table, his expression calm.

Looking at the lake, facing the blade that was approaching, Xu Qingyuan did not dodge and spoke softly.

"Brother Ye, you really can understand me. After all, you and I are both weird and are the same kind of people."

It was still that extremely sharp sword move.

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, with a strange look on his face.

"Don't compare me with you. Even if I am eaten up by weirdness one day in the future, I deserve to die, but I will not implicate others like you."

Xu Qingyuan's body turned into powder, but the scene flashed lightly, and everything returned to normal.

"Ye Wuyou, I'm telling the truth. If you and I had known each other earlier, I wouldn't have to endure this endless backtracking pain alone."

"In the early years, we should have been the best of friends. Even if you didn't have any cultivation level, I could help you solve everything."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingyuan's figure was shattered again.

Ye Wuyou held the soul with the tip of his knife and chuckled.

"What are you talking about? You have a lot of twisted theories, but you want to disturb my mind with just a little dog barking? You don't even know how many dog ​​barks I have to hear every day?"

The voice was silent for a moment.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, as if he had thought of something, with pity in his eyes, and spoke in a heavy voice.

"Why do you feel painful and wronged? If it weren't for this [Backtracking], your cultivation would have turned into dry bones in the tomb long ago, and you wouldn't even have the chance to suffer."

Xu Qingyuan's eyes were stunned, and his originally calm emotions changed again.

Invisible ripples suddenly emanated from the soul.

Ye Wuyou's eyes focused for a moment, and his right eyeball twitched slightly, but then he closed his eyes.

He saw the remains of the avenue belonging to Xu Qingyuan.

Xu Qingyuan showed regret on his face, and then spoke with a sense of loss.

"This is the last time."

"Ye Wuyou, I said you would go on the road with me."

"Why don't you accompany me to see what the limit of the backtracking is?"

The willow branches swaying in the wind stopped for a moment, and the sparrows that jumped out of the branches spread their wings, but stopped in the air.

The wind stopped, and the lake was quiet.

The voice was left here.

Ye Wuyou's figure was like a frozen frame, and he stopped in place.

Time seemed to be still.

In the silence of heaven and earth, there was a crisp cicada chirping.

But in this silent world, in the still time, in addition to the cicada chirping, there was another voice.

The voice was extremely disdainful.

[It's just a piece of avenue wreckage, and a jumping clown is worthy of claiming to be on par with you? What's the point of looking back at everything? 】

[You have seen the years pass by, and you have seen the dynasties fall and become obscure]

[The waves are gone, but you are the only one standing]