The area around the expressway is basically uninhabited, and the vehicles coming and going on it will only get off at the service station, and it is a desert where there is only traffic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And in this kind of place, there are a few strange guys.

"According to the news, further ahead is the light of the century"

There were three of them, but they looked like very serious young men and women.

But that kind of person can't come to such a place.

"The disciples who came here before have been wiped out, be careful, in the worst case, there may still be fire mist here"

"Rest assured, Nomos, how could the fire mist appear in such a place?"

One of them was a woman, dressed in a very flamboyant manner.

"But anyway, this is also a technological powerhouse for texturers, so you can't be careless, Hiyuna"

A tall and thin young man said that he seemed to be very fond of black, and there was nothing on his body that was not black, and the black leather coat behind him had a strange sheen, like a living thing.

"Sending the three of us is enough to prove the horror of this place, be careful not to step into their territory, open the seal outside it, otherwise it will be detected, Nasr you go to the east of the city, Biyuna, you go to the south, we have to open the seal at the same time to cover the city in order to achieve a surprise effect"

The one giving the order was a gloomy middle-aged man, and his body exuded a disgusting and strange feeling, filled with the smell of dead things.

"Got it, it's not the first time we've done something like this"

"Centurylight is a very terrifying existence, none of the companions who came here before came back alive, and we are just a test army, so we must evacuate immediately in case of major changes."

"If not, then just destroy it"

Biyuna apparently didn't take it seriously, which was also very reasonable, after all, for a long time, the Red World had always been a stronger existence than humans.

Nomos didn't speak, but quietly began to lurk, walking towards his predetermined position.

"Qi, are the demon kings such annoying guys?"

As soon as Nomos walked away, Biyuna began to complain, she and Nasr were only strong Red World disciples, and they were not yet at the level of the Red World Demon King, so they obeyed Nomoth's orders.

"Be quiet, don't be heard"

Nasr said worriedly.

The light of the century, the combination of texture and technology, has now grown to become a force to be reckoned with, but it has been hidden here, doing nothing, and the main purpose of this attack is to find out what their recent anomalous movements are.

But.

Nomos stared at the pitch-black minarets from afar, they stood in all corners of the city, recently, even some textured tissues that didn't have been erected like this, about a thousand of them were built one after another around the world in just a few days, and a large part of those anomalous human flows may also be for the construction of the minarets, I'm afraid...

The dark spires shimmered with a terrifying black light, and the whole city was like a huge mouth, covered with pitch-black fangs, and Nomos frowned and was very jealous of these spires.

Lu Fan and Uncle Samurai were fighting knives at close range.

The speed and reaction of the two of them are beyond ordinary people, in this kind of close-range slashing, Uncle Samurai's Taidao did not have the slightest clamp, round after round of slashing was like a storm of rain, and it was actually comparable to Lu Fan's folding knife in terms of flexibility.

Whenever his sword was blocked, he could always use an incredible angle to get rid of the constraints of the knife and the knife.

When knives collide with each other, if both of them exert force, it is likely to cause a sticky state of mutual checks and balances, and the biggest reason for this situation is the grasp of force on both sides.

After all, the samurai uncle has practiced kendo for many years, but Lu Fan is very abnormal, he has never practiced swordsmanship, and every time he makes a sword, he can actually hit the weakest point of the opponent's sword power, and successfully block the attack, which is a natural grasp, thanks to Lu Fan's perceptual mastery.

Although he himself didn't know why he was swinging in this direction, his perception would have allowed him to make this adjustment.

The so-called perception is the process of processing sensory information generated by external objects and events, and when this perception is so precise that it can produce results without the brain's thinking, and then make adjustments in the subconscious, it is quite a terrible neural reflex.

Lu Fan is not as good as Uncle Samurai in all aspects, but with this adjustment, he can also fight him.

Ding, ding, ding, the sharp impact of the knives, trembling and making a sound.

Uncle Samurai felt the sword in his hand buzzing and trembling, and he squeezed it hard to stabilize the blade.

The black folding knife.

At this moment, he noticed that the folding knife in Lu Fan's hand was absolutely extraordinary, and the status quo that he could not be entangled too much was in front of him, because the other party's folding knife might cut off his weapon at any time.

"Hah"

He luckily leaped backwards and retracted the sword into its sheath, but his right hand still held the handle firmly, his center of gravity pressed low, ready to exert his power at any moment.

Lu Fan in the high-speed battle was still in the stage of hot hands, and he was stunned when the samurai uncle jumped back, and a roar came to him.

Iai!!

Uncle Samurai used the sword move he used in the first battle before, and he slashed himself.

The knife was pulled out of its sheath, and at the moment when it was about to come out, the samurai uncle slammed forward with his right foot, and slashed at Lu Fan's temple horizontally.

With a kind of forward momentum in this action, Lu Fan chose to avoid it backwards, and smashed the tip of the knife with a folding knife, and this time, there was a gap in the tip of the blade.

But it didn't stop, and then, the pull was followed by the sheath, followed by a frontal slash.

Bite!!

Lu Fan held the folding knife in his forehand this time, and after erecting it, he hit the opponent's knife, although his hand was also greatly injured, and at the same time, the gain was not small.

The sharp knife had been left with a huge incision, which was a fatal wound for such a knife.

But Uncle Samurai wasn't ready to give up, although he didn't have any belief that he had to win, he just wanted to continue to play the sword.

He no longer followed the path of the Juhe-Shi style, and suddenly changed the knife style, and the slash was of course the greatest damage, but the thrust also had the same effect, especially in this case

condition.

The cold tip of the knife pierced the air current, exuding an unstoppable knife momentum and rushing towards Lu Fan.

The swarthy folding knife drew a small arc in the rotation of Lu Fan's right hand, and the sharp edge of the reverse grip was just facing the Taidao.

"Ahh

Lu Fan struck a straight fist with a folding knife and clamped the samurai uncle's sword and pushed it out.

It's not that Uncle Samurai's strength is not as good as Lu Fan's, it's just that it also contains the role of a lever, and Uncle Samurai's grip point is used as the fulcrum of this lever, and the knife slowly loosens from his hand.

The samurai uncle found out about this, and hurriedly put his other hand on the end of the handle, no matter what, the knife must not be taken off, which is a life-like thing for the swordsman.

But in this way, things turned to Lu Fan's favorable side again, and the edge of the Taidao was frozen against the folding knife, and it could be seen that it was trembling slightly, and a trace of it was already embedded in the folding knife.

The friction between the knives and the knives made a sharp sound, and Lu Fan continued to increase his strength, and he instilled all the texture into the output point of his right arm.

The warrior uncle retreated backwards, but Lu Fan followed him closely.

"Ahhhh!!h

Finally forced the samurai uncle to the wall and retreated, Lu Fan's folding knife with the knife smashed against the wall, making a loud noise, Lu Fan's right hand even smashed out blood, and the knife had been cut in half.

Uncle Samurai couldn't see behind him before he crashed into the wall, and he reacted quickly, crouching down and trying to pull out his sword.

Click... The knife is broken..

The winner is decided.

Originally, under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for Lu Fan to defeat Uncle Samurai, but with his amazing perceptual talent and advantage in weapons, he reversed the defeat, and I have to say that luck is also part of strength.

"Looks like I lost.."

The samurai uncle looked at his saber silently, it must be a very cherished weapon.

"I'm sorry.."

Lu Fan nodded shyly, it was his fault to break the opponent's knife, but he had to do it for the sake of victory.

"It's okay, it's time to retire this knife, you're really a good young man, don't give up your heart, no matter what you're fighting for, take it as a lifelong belief"

The samurai uncle silently put away the broken blade, warned Lu Fan and left the arena.

"The A1 field is over, Lu Fan wins, and will enter the next stage"

Outside the field, Xiaomeng jumped up happily.

"Great! Lu Fan won!"

"Well, that's great"

Everyone happily congratulated, but there was only one person, and he glanced at Lu Fan in the picture fiercely, that was Bai Ze.

Qi, it's just an opponent who wins with a good knife, what's worth seeing? Sooner or later... I'm going to get rid of you.