The son is silent, and the strange force is confused.

But there are few strong people who believe in ghosts and gods.

Because as a strong person, if you don't even believe in yourself, but believe in strange things that are chaotic, then this person, no matter how strong he is, is limited.

The weakest of the people present are all innate grandmasters, with a harmonious and powerful heart, who would really believe in those gods and ghosts.

But Lu Yu's current appearance is beyond their cognition.

Let them have to think about whether there are really ghosts and gods in this world.

Lu Yu's appearance is clearly possessed by the man at the foot of the mountain who single-handedly cut off two-thirds of the foundation of the Japanese cultivation world.

Lu Yu roared, every step he took was swift and powerful, the terrible mountain wind roared, the vast cherry blossoms were all gone, between heaven and earth, only the battle intent in his heart remained, only the knife in his hand remained, and only the tyrannical and wanton knife qi remained.

A swordsman caught up with Lu Yu, the knife in his hand spun rapidly, but he only stepped forward half a step, and a knife qi roared, a shallow thin line, sliding vertically from the Tianling cover, and then the blood spring gushed out, and the whole person was divided into two symmetrical halves, and the brains, internal organs, and intestines were all sprayed on the ground, steaming white.

Lu Yu volleyed up in the air and stepped on the top of the head of another martial artist who had not yet reacted, as if stepping on a watermelon, the head of the martial artist suddenly exploded, and the blood mist mixed with white brains in the night sky was scattered, Xiao Xiao was like rain.

Lu Yu did not pause, he hurried forward, the sword in his hand turned from a stab to a swing, a warrior who raised a knife to him was stabbed into the chest by Lu Yu's sword, a splash of blood sprayed out, and then cut in half by the long knife swinging horizontally, the strong inertia made the warrior who had lost the lower half of his body still churn freely in the air.

Miserable howl.

Growl.

Blood.

Purgatory on Earth.

And Lu Yu's knife in his hand, still non-stop.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

Lu Yu continued to charge, he was only one person, but his figure running on the ground was like a rolling torrent formed by thousands of troops and horses charging, like a waterfall falling from the Nine Heavens Milky Way, devastating and unstoppable.

No one could stand in his way, no one, and all those who tried to stop him were dead.

The way of death varies, but they are all the same miserable.

Soon, more than twenty people died on the opposite side.

There are more than a dozen people left.

They looked at Lu Yu as if they were looking at a devil.

Lu Yu was also looking at them, just like looking at a group of native chickens and a group of grass dogs.

"Again."

Lu Yu said.

No one came again.

Wailing and frightened, they threw away their knives, turned around and ran.

Such a Lu Yu is not something that people can defeat at all.

Chills.

Hugging the head of the rat.

Lu Yu did not pursue.

He held the knife and looked at Beichenyi.

"Hey, why don't you run?" He laughed.

"Go-you--, Shina, why should I run? You couldn't beat me just now, and you still can't beat me. Beichen Yi roared.

"Oh."

Lu Yu nodded, "But what are your legs shaking?" ”

Beichen Yi licked his lips, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and also suppressed the trembling calves.

"You're afraid of me." Lu Yu looked at Beichen Yi and said lightly.

"Go-you--!" Beichenyi said.

"It stinks. I'm going to tear your mouth apart. Lu Yu said.

Beichenyi gritted his teeth, and the war knife was clenched in his hand.

"Come on." He growled.

"Come on, come on." Lu Yu squinted.

He didn't speak again, and the Tiancong Cloud Sword in his hand struck lightly on the ground, like a buckle of rotten wood.

He took out the knife, swirled the knife and danced, his whole body was covered with blood, and he slid forward.

"Good!"

Beichen Yi roared, he clenched the war knife with both hands, slashed with all his strength, and the two-meter-long war knife roared, sweeping towards Lu Yu's body with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Lu Yu was unmoved, and continued to slide forward.

The two of them passed by, and each stopped, Beichenyi didn't have time to take out the knife, and Lu Yu's knife was not stained with blood.

The two stood with their backs to back.

And then come back almost at the same time.

"Good knife, good knife."

Beichenyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, he lowered his head.

"It's really a good knife, it's really a good knife."

Lu Yu finally spoke, he looked at the sword in the wind, his expression was calm and indifferent, not sad or happy, "This sword is used to pay tribute to Uncle Wei's heroic soul in the sky." ”

Lu Yu walked in front of Beichen Yi.

"Give me your knife." Lu Yu said.

Beichen Yi handed the knife in his hand to Lu Yu.

"Your knife looks so ugly." Lu Yu looked at this knife, shook his head, and sneered: "Of course, your knife skills are even uglier." Silly son, fight, it's useless to have a lot of strength, you have to talk about skills, yours, understand? ”

Beichenyi didn't speak.

"When your dad talks to you, even if you don't understand, you should nod your head to show that your dad is right."

Lu Yu's eyes were cold, and he slapped Beichen Yi in the face.

Beichenyi seemed to be stupid, so he let Lu Yu slap him in the face.

No crunch –

It's not because Lu Yu didn't work hard enough.

Instead, his entire head fell straight from his neck.

Blood spilled from his chest down his neatly broken neck.

splashed Lu Yu's face.

splashed Lu Yu all over his body.

Then, Beichenyi's tall body suddenly fell apart.

He shoulder-length down an extremely thin white line suddenly penetrated into the surroundings, revealing a trace of blood red in the white, and it was condensed. His legs suddenly fell apart completely, leaving only the upper half of his body, and his upper body had been cut in half from top to bottom by a knife handed out at some point!

Big unloading of eight pieces.

When the two of them staggered just now, Lu Yu didn't seem to have a knife, just because he was too fast.

In fact, he made three cuts.

A knife to behead, a knife to stop the waist, a knife to cut the abdomen.

Because it's fast enough.

Because the blade is sharp enough.

Because the knife technique is accurate enough.

When there is no external force, Beichenyi can even maintain a complete body.

It's just that all his vitality has long been cut off by Lu Yu.

"Go-you-mom-, you actually dare to slap me, and you still want to move Lao Tzu's woman, if it weren't for the master, I would be in a hurry, and it would be really cheap for you to unload eight pieces, and if you don't cut you into 1,200 pieces, it will be regarded as the master's knife practice."

Lu Yu spat at Beichenyi's corpse, which had been turned into eight pieces, and then took out his ****** and on him.

"It's really--cool."

Lu Yu said.

Ye Qingzhu grew his mouth slightly, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at him without blinking.

"Hey, although urinating everywhere is a bit unqualified, but this is a wilderness, so it shouldn't be anything. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen the talent of the master, don't be so surprised. ”

Lu Yu turned Ye Qingzhu's face white.

Ye Qingzhu's face was slightly red.

"That...... That ......"

She stuttered a little.

"Don't think too much about it, I'm definitely not a Saiyan from Namek, and I didn't transform just now. But when Uncle Wei died, he sent me something. Lu Yu explained.

Some people died.

But his teachings will always exist in this universe.

Fallen leaves drift to the earth, seeds sleep under the snow, flowers bloom and wither, in the shadow of the flowing light, the star map is constantly changing, mountains rise in the sea, plants and trees have risen for hundreds of generations, and there are always pieces standing upright in the wind, just like their ancestors.

Heroes are immortal, heroes are eternal, and those who come after will always sing on the corpses of those who have gone before them, passing on some immortal things.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of civilization.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, so it is immortal.

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