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

At this moment, only Taibai's poems can describe the speed and efficiency of Lu Yu's killing.

The aesthetics of violence are vividly refined here.

Lu Yu still didn't stop, he was only one person, but his running figure was like a rolling torrent formed by thousands of troops and horses, like a waterfall falling from the Nine Heavens Milky Way, devastated and unstoppable.

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

The warriors of the Miyamoto family, who were still arrogant, were soon frightened.

Someone threw away the katana in his hand, turned around and ran.

Someone was stimulated to be ferocious, and rushed towards Lu Yu with a roar, in exchange for dying worse and faster.

There were also people who were completely frightened, stunned in the field, looking blank, like wooden geese.

Then what awaited them was an arc of knives that was as vertical and horizontal as purple lightning.

Lu Yu walked step by step, slashing one by one.

In just a few minutes, the ground was littered with churning corpses.

Intestines, blood, all kinds of internal organs, flowed all over the ground.

Purgatory on earth, nothing more than that.

He quickly caught up with the only dwarf he perceived as a threat, Kotaro Miyamoto.

Lu Yu stopped and looked at Kotaro Miyamoto who was standing in front of him.

He didn't speak, and the tip of the Heavenly Cloud Sword struck lightly on the ground, like a buckle of rotten wood.

He took out the knife, spun and danced, his whole body was filled with knife energy, and he slid forward.

"Yaga!"

Kotaro Miyamoto roared, he held the katana with both hands, slashed with one sword, and used all his strength, the sword was shining, like snowflakes flying, hitting Lu Yu's whole body. At the same time, his other knife, that is, the "Wakicha" Imperial God Sword, was also quietly handed out, like a ghost, slashing towards Lu Yu's waist.

The essence of the second knife flow.

The katana is the main attack, and the wakicha is the auxiliary.

Because of the secrecy of Wakisha, Miyamoto Kotaro has relied on this move to defeat many martial artists whose strength is still above him.

In his cognition, Lu Yu will definitely become the next one.

Lu Yu was unmoved, and continued to slide forward.

The two passed by, and each stopped, but Kotaro Miyamoto still maintained the posture of holding a knife in each hand, and it seemed that he did not make a move.

The Tiancong Cloud Sword held by Lu Yu didn't seem to be stained with blood.

"Good knife, good knife."

Kotaro Miyamoto shook his head and smiled bitterly, he nodded, and slowly sat down on the ground.

His two knives were still tightly held in his hands.

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

Lu Yu finally spoke, he looked at the knife in the wind, "Although I don't like you Japanese, I appreciate your Japanese craftsmen's extreme pursuit of art. Just like the katana, you took our Tang sword, made many improvements, removed its complicated things that violated human body mechanics, and made it more efficient and concise, concise to the extreme, which is a supreme beauty. ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Kotaro Miyamoto.

He took the katana from his hand first.

Kotaro Miyamoto remained motionless and let him take it, as if he was stupid.

Lu Yu took the knife, looked at its blade that flashed with cold light, and with a flick of his fingers, the knife broke into two.

It turned out that I didn't know when, this knife had been cut off by Tian Congyun.

"This knife, no."

Lu Yu shook his head, threw away the knife, and took the one that was less than forty centimeters in size, thirty-eight .5 centimeters to be exact, from Miyamoto Kotaro's left hand, and looked at the ancient seal Chinese character inscription on it, Aoi pattern, Echizen Yasutsugu.

Aoi pattern refers to the steel used to make this knife, and after quenching it in a unique way, a layer of fine lines will appear on it just now, and at first glance, it looks like a sunflower blooming in late autumn.

Echizen Yasutsugu, on the other hand, is a great craftsman who was active from the end of the Warring States period to the beginning of the Edo period, and his status in Japan is a bit like Ou Yezi, who built the Longquan Sword and the Zhanlu Sword during the Warring States Period of China.

"It's a good knife." Lu Yu looked at Kotaro Miyamoto and said lightly.

"This is the ancestral sword of my Miyamoto family, Huaxia, you are not qualified to evaluate this knife." Kotaro Miyamoto said.

I didn't call the pig anymore.

Instead, he was replaced with the honorific title of Huaxia people.

This seems to be something that is carved into the bones of every Japanese person.

Respect the strong and despise the weak.

You convince people with virtue with him, but he thinks you are cowardly and give in.

You beat him to death, and he will adore you.

"Oh?" Lu Yu looked at Kotaro Miyamoto with disdain, "It's a pity that it's mine now." A knife is a good knife, but it's a pity that you're not a good knifeman. The so-called good saddle with BMW, famous sword with hero. I'm better than you, and certainly more qualified than you. ”

Kotaro Miyamoto bowed his head.

After he sat down, he never got up again.

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!

There were still more than ten Miyamoto family warriors left, looking at this scene, their faces turned pale, their hearts were frightened, and they couldn't help but tremble.

Lu Yu looked at this group of people and said lightly: "My name is Lu Changqing, my grandfather's name is Lu Shentong, in the battle of Xuzhou back then, I robbed you of a knife, called Ju Yiwen." And I added this Imperial God Knife and robbed you of three swords, and the other two are Tiancongyun and Myofa Muramasa. I'm not going to kill you, I just want you to deliver a message for me, and I'll go to Japan soon. Of the top ten famous knives, there are still six left, and I will take them one by one. ”

A group of Japanese people looked at each other, and they subconsciously felt that this Chinese man was talking wildly.

As soon as this statement came out, wasn't it a challenge to the dignity of the entire Japanese martial arts community?

One man against one country?

This guy, where did he get the courage? Where did the confidence come from?

But think about it in other words, the Japanese warriors, the ten famous swords that they are proud of, don't they already have four in the hands of this Chinese man.

Coupled with Lu Yu's brilliant ferocity just now, he was like the reincarnation of a demon god, and they didn't dare to scold it.

It's just that the face has become more ugly.

"As for now, you"

Lu Yu pointed at the group of people, "You can get out." ”

A group of Japanese warriors, looking at each other, no nonsense, and no matter the corpses of their companions, turned around and left.

At this time, Lu Chan'er suddenly said: "Brother Changqing, just leave a messenger, these Japanese are so useless, and it is a waste of food to live." ”

Her voice fell, and Yuan Suiyun beside her started suddenly.

He was tall and dressed in a black samurai suit, and he moved like a black lightning bolt.

He took out the knife.

The knife arc is gorgeous.

With every knife down, a guy's head and body moved.

Lu Yu didn't speak, staring at Yuan Suiyun's every movement.

The second gentleman in this "fist" is also a good hand with a knife.

However, his knife is not an ordinary machete, a Miao knife katana, but a Qimen blade.

The handle of the knife is straight, and the blade is curved like a crescent moon.

The blade is green, green as a distant mountain, green as a spring tree, and green as a lake in the eyes of lovers.

One knife, two knives, three or four knives.

Every knife is the ultimate in the aesthetics of violence.

The green sword light and the curved blade seemed to be a crescent moon at the beginning, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow.

Lu Yu's eyes were excellent, and he could see at a glance that the seven words "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night" were engraved on the knife body.

In an instant, there were more than a dozen Japanese warriors left, and only one was really dead.

The man sat slumped on the ground, and there was a foul smell, apparently frightened and incontinent.