A knife.

With just one sword, the head of Yanagi Zongbi was separated.

The whole hall was silent and silent.

There was only a faint sound, the sound of a group of Japanese samurai gasping and blood spilling on the floor.

There was silence for about two minutes, and no one spoke.

What an amazing stab it was.

The river is quiet, and the birds are singing.

, the elephant is invisible.

Pangu has been groundbreaking for tens of thousands of years, and it seems that it is to meet such a knife.

Yagyu Sobi's head was still rolling on the ground, gurgling, because he was cut down too quickly, so he hadn't lost consciousness yet.

His eyes were wide open, looking at Lu Yu, blinking and blinking.

Lu Yu could see the unwillingness, the shock, and the despair in the eyes of this head.

Unwilling, it is because he is a dignified congenital peak master, he is only twenty-eight years old this year, and he will definitely be able to achieve martial arts and sub-saints in the future, and even have the opportunity to get a glimpse of the saint realm.

But he died like this.

With just one stab, he died.

was shocked because of Lu Yu's knife.

Yanagi Zongbi is also a person who practices knives, a person who is infatuated with knives, and a person who has achieved great swordsmanship.

Among his peers, in the whole of Japan, there are a few who are not on par with him in terms of sword skills, but there is really no one who controls him, except for the "crazy knife" of the monster of Beichen Yidaoliu.

But Lu Yu's knife technique is more than just stabilizing him.

It's just a stabilizer of his two, three, seven, or eight heads.

That level of sword technique has surpassed his cognition.

It seems to be a knife technique from another world.

It's the sword of the demon god, it's the knife of the immortals.

How could a mortal figure swing such a sword?

Despair, because he said a thousand things and ten thousand, he still had to die.

When it's dead, there's nothing.

What ambition, what fame, and the emperor's hegemony have all become a disillusionment and an empty space.

"My knife is just like this, it's so good, it's so domineering, it's so unreasonable, if you don't accept it, you bite me."

Lu Yu looked at Liu Sheng Zongbi's head, his extremely complicated eyes, and his face was indifferent.

It's just a killing.

In fact, there is a fart difference from killing pigs.

Since he came to Japan alone, to avenge the hundreds of cold bones, to cut off the inheritance of the Japanese martial arts world, to fight against one country, and to accomplish the feat of no one before and no one after him, his heart has long become as cold as ice and snow for thousands of years.

Yagyu closed his eyes.

Just die.

Lu Yu drew the knife into the sheath, no longer looked at him, still holding his arms, looked at Liu Sheng Zonghan, and said lightly: "Mr. Zonghan, I won this game." ”

When the words fell, there was the sound of a knife drawn.

A group of Japanese samurai, all with blood-red eyes, surrounded Lu Yu.

Looking at Lu Yu's eyes, half of them were anger, and the other half was fear.

"What, now you're going to play a group fight?" Lu Yu squinted and asked.

"Everyone, take back the knife, what kind of system!"

Yanagi Zonghan shouted angrily.

"Sect Master, give the order, kill this Zhina pig and avenge Zong Bijun!"

"That's right, this pig killed Zong Bijun in our New Yin Stream's Dao Pavilion, if he is allowed to leave like this, our New Yin Stream's thousand-year-old prestige will be ruined!"

"Sect Master, no matter what, you can't let this pig leave!"

A group of Japanese warriors, the crowd is passionate and surging.

Yanagi Zonghan's face was gloomy, and he seemed to have begun to waver.

"Yanagi Zonghan, you try. Let's see if Lu Yu dies first or you die first. ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Yanagi Zonghan's ears.

This voice was deafening, and the words fell, and there were still lingering sounds, endlessly.

Yanagi Zonghan was shocked.

Because, he didn't notice anyone talking.

At least in the hall, no one was found talking.

But he did, and heard the voice.

Such as Hong Zhong, such as Da Lu.

So clear, so domineering.

Is it a ghost, a demon, a god, a demon?

This was Yagyu Sohan's first reaction.

He was silent for about a minute.

The voice did not sound.

For a moment, he hesitated, thinking that it was just his hallucination.

"Set a rule, and follow it. Within the rules, if you can kill Changqing, I will never make a move, but if you break the rules, I will slaughter you and not leave a chicken and dog. ”

At this moment, the voice continued to sound.

The voice is not loud, but the words are clear, the speed of speech is not fast, and between the words, there is a strange sense of rhythm, like a flower that gradually blooms.

Yanagi looked around, but still didn't find anyone talking.

"It should be transmitted into the secret, this is definitely not a martial art, but a supernatural power. Could it be that there is a martial saint coming? ”

Liu Sheng Zonghan chuckled in his heart, and a cold sweat broke out.

What kind of people can use supernatural powers?

The answer is about to come out of the martial saint.

The master of the voice is neither immortal nor ghostly, nor god nor demon, but holy.

Lu Yu and his entourage, there are only three of them.

Yanagi Zonghan can be sure that it is definitely not Lu Yu who is speaking.

Of course, it can't be Saori Mido, a traitor to the sect.

Could it be

Yanagi Zonghan's gaze was fixed on the tall middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man has a simple and wooden face, how can he have a little popularity, and everyone believes that he is a crop man.

Lu Yu was surrounded by dozens of people pulling out knives, but he didn't have the slightest nervousness, he said with a smile: "Old Wei, the knife that the master just now, is it okay?" ”

"Beautiful." Wei Wenchang smiled.

Honest.

"Mom, I didn't see it, Lao Wei is also an acting school, this acting skill is no worse than mine."

Lu Yu thought to himself.

"But young master, the knife just now is good-looking, but it's short-lived, and I haven't seen enough." Wei Wenchang continued.

"It's simple. For the sake of your old Wei helping me carry the knife, if you want to see it, I'll show you. ”

After Lu Yu finished speaking, he looked at Liu Sheng Zonghan, "Hey, if you want to continue fighting, keep fighting, don't take away the bet that the little master bar won just now." ”

He pointed to the "Chidori Rachi", one of the ten most famous Japanese swords on the ground.

"Hmph, we are new yinliu, we are willing to gamble and lose, since we have lost, this knife belongs to you."

Although he wasn't sure if the middle-aged man who was like a crop man was a martial saint, Liu Sheng Zonghan still didn't dare to order a siege of Lu Yu after all, he paused, and said coldly: "Lu Jun's sword, amazing, is no longer a one-man rival. I just don't know if Lu Jun has the confidence to bet with me again. ”

"Okay, my master likes to gamble the most. Because I have a big face and eyes, I will win every time I gamble. Say, what's the gambling method? Lu Yu said with a smile.

Yanagi Zonghan said: "My Yanagi family, there are seven tengu, they grow up together, train together, seven people are like one. Lu Jun's knife technique is so powerful, he dares to break the knife of my Yanagi family's Seven Heavenly Dogs with one person. ”