"It's good to be here." Wei Wenchang smiled, "Changqing, there are not many despicable people and petty people here, it should be enough for you to kill." ”

He looked at Lu Yu and said in a low voice, "Stinky boy, how are the injuries on your body?" It doesn't look light. I heard you're poisoned. ”

"The injuries are not particularly serious, they are all external injuries, but they are not light, at least 30% of the combat effectiveness has been lost. As for the poison, it's very troublesome, and I can't solve it, but I just suppressed it temporarily. Lu Yu also lowered his voice and said.

"And how do you fight?"

Wei Wenchang squinted his eyes and frowned slightly, "When the fight really starts, I can't protect you." ”

"You can fight as much as you want."

Lu Yu smiled, "You can't be cowardly before you fight." The dignity and face of the Chinese warriors are all on Uncle Wei and the boy, how can I lose them here. I said that I wanted to cut down the cherry blossoms in the sky of Mt. Fuji, so I had to cut them all. You can't do anything, it's a big deal to give your life here. Although tens of millions of people have gone to the place where the Tao is, such a simple truth was said by Master Meng two thousand years ago. I, Lu Yu, read the book of sages, but I didn't read it in the dog's belly. ”

"A good saying, although tens of millions of people are there. is so proud, the tragic song is generous, and it should be a big deal. ”

Wei Wenchang sighed, "Stinky boy, if you and my uncle and nephew don't die this time, then you have to have a good drink." ”

"Uncle Wei, as long as you have a treat, I don't have an opinion on how many times you drink." Lu Yu smiled indifferently, the big war was imminent, and the form was as dangerous as a tired egg, but he couldn't see that he was nervous at all, but he was very relaxed.

What kind of character Wei Wenchang is, he can see it clearly, Lu Yu is really not nervous, not pretending to be calm.

In the past, Taishi Gong talked about the warriors of the world, saying that the brave people in the world can be divided into four classes, the first three are: blood bravery, courage bravery, and bone bravery.

The bloody brave man is angry and his face is red, the angry man is angry and his face is blue, the bone brave man is angry and his face is white, and the brave man is angry and his color remains unchanged.

It is not surprising that the brave can only fight in the market.

A brave man can kill the enemy in the army, and there is no one out of ten.

A brave person is already extremely valuable, able to sacrifice his life for righteousness, kill himself to become benevolent, and choose one in a thousand.

And the brave are even more rare.

Throughout the ages, there have been only two people who have been recognized as brave and brave.

Overlord Xiang Yu, pull out the mountain and cover the world, break the cauldron and sink the boat to settle the world, the god of the feather is brave, there is no right in the world, and there is no match in the world.

Changshan Zhao Zilong, in front of the battle, drew his sword and died, his face remained unchanged, a bright silver gun, rode into the Cao camp alone, seven in and seven out of the vertical and horizontal, and the 700,000 Cao soldiers killed were terrified.

These two people can be described as brave.

And at this moment, Wei Wenchang felt that Lu Yu was a natural brave person.

This kid, together with martial arts, is actually not strong in hard talent, as far as the young people Wei Wenchang knows, there are several who have more hard talent than Lu Yu.

He's strong in heart.

No urging, no breaking, no shaking, the heart is like a rock, like a cold iron, like a mountain.

In this way, he can break and stand up, leaving many young people who are talented above him far behind.

Wei Wenchang felt that in this battle, if Lu Yu, this kid, could not die, then he would not be far from the consummation of the innate realm and the achievement of the martial arts sub-saint.

Among the young warriors of this generation, there have never been martial saints, and there are only a few sub-saints.

According to the past practice, in a generation, there are many martial saints, and thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, all of them are snatching that luck.

Now it seems that many young people are walking in front of Lu Yu.

But Wei Wenchang suddenly felt that if Lu Yu could survive this catastrophe and not die here, in the future, in this generation, the one who had the best chance to achieve the saint status was the young man in front of him, who was already 108,000 miles behind others at the starting line.

"Brother Wild Fox, you gave birth to a good son." He sighed silently in his heart.

The people of the Lu clan, sure enough, every generation are outstanding people.

Lu Yu and Wei Wenchang, after a brief exchange, each fell silent and began to adjust their state.

On the other side, at the foot of Mt. Fuji, two groups of Japanese warriors also stood still, adjusting their breathing and state.

The two sides confronted each other.

None of them spoke again.

At this point, words are useless.

If you want to speak, you can only use a knife in your hand or a fist.

The rain has gradually subsided.

The rain of late spring on Mt. Fuji began to change from turbulent to lingering, dripping and gentle, like a lover's wet kiss.

The mountain breeze is gently blowing, all over the mountains, all the crimson cherry blossom petals are flying, looking at it from a distance, it is beautiful, it is no longer like the scenery of the world.

A cherry blossom slowly fell from the treetops, swirled in the air, landed in front of the opposing sides, and then suddenly turned into powder.

There is a sword aura.

The first to do it was not the Japanese warriors, but Lu Yu.

Knife in hand.

He looked up to the sky and roared, slid forward, and went to the Huang Court in one breath, the first sword in Japan, the most convenient Tiancong Cloud Sword he used from the pitch-black scabbard, with a bang, bounced out, Lu Yu slashed the knife with one hand, slashed the void, and his body had turned into an arrow off the string, rushing towards the young warriors who formed a phalanx.

This group of people, there are about fifty of them, roughly divided into four parts, from the four major sword schools that are the most prestigious in the Japanese samurai world, have the longest inheritance, and have at least a thousand years of heritage, and their cultivation is the lowest, all of them are in the early stage of congenital, and there are countless middle congenital stages like Lu Yu, and there are several in the later stage of consummation.

Judging from the qi induction, there is no martial artist at the level of martial arts, but whether someone is deliberately hiding it or not, I don't know.

This group of young martial artists basically includes two-thirds of the young masters of the Japanese generation.

With Japan's vast martial arts heritage, second only to Huaxia, it is not surprising that even if one or two martial arts sub-saint-level martial artists appear in it.

Can you beat it?

The answer, of course, is no.

Lu Yu single-handedly, even in his heyday, did not have the slightest chance of winning.

Not to mention, he is not only poisoned now, but also has a lot of external injuries on his body, and his condition is seventy percent in his heyday.

If you think about it with your knees, you won't be able to beat it.

But he rushed anyway.

Because the old Lu family's grandfathers can be killed by the enemy, but they will never be scared to death by the enemy.

What do you mean by that?

Die

and die on the way to the charge.

So

He began to charge.

He carried four knives and a large bow and two quivers.

In the close-fitting pocket, there is the last big pill that can restore his strength, which is all his hole cards.

In just two seconds, Lu Yu rushed through the distance of twenty meters, and slashed out, the cold blade of the Tiancong Cloud Sword cut through the cascading rain curtain, cutting out a dark sky, and the arc of the knife was as brilliant as electricity, cutting towards the neck of the person in front.

Regardless of the knife technique for the time being, this momentum alone is not inferior to Zhao Zilong of Changbanpo back then.

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