Jianghai Commission for Discipline Inspection Interrogation Room.

There were no outsiders, only Zhao Daizong and Li Jingluo, the two looked at each other and did not speak.

This strange silence has lasted for half an hour.

"Brother Li, you won."

The last to break the silence was Zhao Daizong.

"Brother Zhao, in fact, you don't have to fall into this situation." Li Jingluo sighed.

"Brother Li, are you showing me the grace of a victor or your bearing Li Jingluo?" Zhao Daizong sneered.

Li Jingluo shook his head and said lightly: "Zhao Daizong, if you still think so now, then you are not wronged at all if you lose in my hands." ”

"My son is still alive, and your son is dead. For you Li Jingluo, I won't lose. Zhao Daizong said coldly.

"I don't have a child, and I have evergreen. On the contrary, your son will not live. ”

Zhao Daizong said disdainfully: "Changsheng has something in his hand that can save his life, and I have already arranged a retreat for him." The new Yin Stream will protect him at all costs, just a mere Lu Changqing, can he really fight against a big sect? Li Jingluo, you take it for granted. ”

Li Jingluo said coldly: "Then let's take a look." If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, Zhao Daizong, if your father and son make such a heinous mistake, God will not spare you. ”

"Oh my God?" Zhao Daizong smiled, "I don't believe this." ”

"I believe it." Li Jing spit out two words.

Li Jingluo is a true believer.

People are doing it, and the sky is watching.

Sometimes, it's not that God doesn't have long eyes, but God occasionally dozes off.

Li Jingluo firmly believes that the dead, the buried, and the living are all watching.

A private villa in Hanoi.

Zhao Changsheng refreshed the weather forecast over and over again, feeling extremely irritable.

"Damn Typhoon," he yelled.

He had a sense of crisis.

Lu Yu would definitely not let him go so easily, maybe he was already on his way to chase and kill him.

"Liushao, don't worry, the sect will protect your safety at all costs. The one surnamed Lu killed the sect master, and he is the mortal enemy of my new Yin Stream, if he comes, we can assure you that he will not leave Hanoi alive. ”

It was a Japanese woman who spoke, twenty-seven or eight years old, very beautiful, called Mido Saori.

"Miss Saori, it's not that I don't trust your new Yin Liu, it's that you disappointed me too much, how did Yanagi Zongwang promise me at the beginning, and what was the result? My Zhao family was ruined in the hands of this damn megalomaniac Yanagi Zongwang! Zhao Changsheng said viciously.

"Sixth Shao, the sect master is dead. You have a saying in China that the dead are great. I want you to give him a little basic respect. As for how to deal with Lu Yu, it is now a matter of our new Yin Current. If you trust us, let me do it. Don't trust, you can leave. Saori Mido said coldly.

"Miss Saori, I didn't mean that, I'm just a little worried." Zhao Changsheng hurriedly said.

"Don't worry"

As Saori Mido was talking, a young man pushed the door in and whispered, "Miss Saori, the one surnamed Lu has really been killed." ”

"How many people did you bring?" Saori Mido hurriedly asked.

"He's alone." The young man stuttered a little.

Because of a major typhoon that swept across Southeast Asia, it was raining in Hanoi, torrential rain.

In the thick of the night, the raindrops were rushing rapidly, and the sight was all white, and the raindrops were beating on the roof, like a big pot stir-frying beans, and the ground was full of stagnant water, and many places were submerged ankles, which hindered movement.

Outside a villa, Lu Yu was alone, holding the Tiancong Cloud Sword upside down, standing in the rainstorm.

In front of him were about twenty swordsmen of the New Yin Current.

"This sword is the sword of your sect master, and now I will use it to kill you." Lu Yu said lightly.

Japanese samurai all believe in the spirit of bushido.

Bushido, the most important component, is glory.

So Lu Yu wasn't worried that the other party would assassinate him with a sniper rifle or something.

He came alone with a sword that originally belonged to Yagyu Zongwang, and these swordsmen who believed in bushido, only by killing him with a sword could they defend the dignity of the sect and the glory of bushido.

"Yaga!"

The first swordsman roared and rushed towards Lu Yu.

A knife slashed out, tearing through the cascading rain curtain, and the knife light was sharp, straight to Lu Yu's neck.

"Eight, your uncle!"

Lu Yu's body was wrong, this knife passed by his face, he didn't even pull out the knife, and the "Tiancong Cloud" connected the scabbard and smashed directly at this person.

The man hurriedly crossed the katana, trying to block the smash.

Can you stop it?

The answer is no.

Compared with the sword technique, Lu Yu's understanding of the way of the sword has long been at the level of a great grandmaster, and even a martial arts saint like Emperor Chen has to praise his sword technique, and he is ashamed of himself.

Compared with strength, he who opened the ten emperor veins, he has long surpassed the limits of the human body and has the power of a tiger and a leopard.

This person was directly smashed by this, the smashed arm was broken, and snow-white bone stubble came out directly from the shoulder.

The katana in his hand was smashed close to his chest, and the back of the knife sank deep into it, lying on the ground, screaming and dying, and the death was extremely miserable.

The rain quickly washed away the bloodstains.

Lu Yu raised his eyes and looked at the rest of the swordsmen, whose faces were pale and had begun to tremble.

"There is a huge new Yin Stream, and there is not even a swordsman who asks Xiao Ye to draw his sword?"

Cold voices, provocative words.

Arrogant, flamboyant. Look, sloppy.

"Shin Yin Liu, Yanagi Injiro, please fight the pig and draw the sword!"

Among the swordsmen, there was another young man, tall, with gloomy eyes and extraordinary momentum, a martial artist at the peak of his dark strength.

"It's just you, are you worthy of Lao Tzu?"

Lu Yu squinted and looked at him with a sneer.

Still not drawing the knife.

"China pig, you will pay for your hubris!"

Yanagi Injiro was completely humiliated, with small broken steps on his feet, and every step on the ground startled a splash, and in an instant, he broke through the cascading rain curtain and appeared in front of Lu Yu.

Injiro Yanagi is a quick knife player.

The knife is very fast, and seven knives are split in an instant, between the virtual and the real, the butterflies wear flowers, and the pace and rain make people unguardable.

Lu Yu had no defense.

He attacked.

Tian Congyun is still not out of the sheath, and he uses a knife as a stick, which is to smash.

Sweep through thousands of armies, smash!

Stick pick Wuyue, smash!

The first smash, Yanagi Injiro's knife technique flying like a butterfly disappeared immediately. The pace is very methodical, and it becomes messy.

Because he found that this kid was very clear about the trajectory of his knife.

Yagyu Injiro was extremely shocked in his heart, how the hell did he do it?

Obviously, his sword technique has long been added to his own understanding, which is unique in this world.

What he didn't know was that his sword technique, no matter how subtle, was only a method.

And Lu Yu's understanding of the knife is already the Tao.

Ten thousand laws do not deviate from their sects, and they eventually return to the Tao.

There is no difference between mastering the Tao and then looking at it and a college student who has learned calculus and multivariate equations and then solving an application problem at the elementary school level.

No matter how many changes you make, no matter how many tricks you have, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, it is not worth mentioning.

Yanagi Injiro was shocked in his heart, and Lu Yu's second smash followed.

Yanagi Injiro was so frightened that his hairs rose all over his body, and he couldn't see clearly how this smash came out.

Hurriedly a monkey squatted to dodge, and the graceless image store rolled in the rain, embarrassed to dodge.

When he thought he had dodged the past, Lu Yu's second smash made the trajectory become erratic. As if he had calculated how he would dodge, the direction appeared right above his head.

bang

This smash hit Yagyu Injiro's head.

His head, like a watermelon that was about to fall from the sky, burst directly, and his brain was mixed with blood and water, all over the ground.

Yanagi Injiro, a swordsman at the peak of his dark strength, and a swordsman at the same level as Lu Yu, only supported two rounds, and he couldn't die anymore.

The strength of the four-phase emperor vein and the blessing of the supreme sword technique made Lu Yu's combat power completely rise to another level.

Invincible in the same realm, it's not for fun.

Yanagi Injiro was very strong, but he still didn't let Lu Yu out of the sheath.

"Let's go together, none of you are qualified to let me go under the knife."

Lu Yu looked at the remaining swordsmen, his voice was cold, like an ancient demon god who had crawled out of hell.