Lu Yu held the "Miaofa Muramasa" with one hand, the knife was still not unsheathed, and the blade was connected to the scabbard, blocking the knife of Yanagi Zongbi.

The two of them exerted their strength at the same time, staggering.

Rachel's sharpness cut off a few pieces of dragon and phoenix-like inscriptions on the swarthy scabbard of "Miaofa Muramasa".

"The knife is good."

Lu Yu pursed his lips, his voice was light.

Yagyu's hand holding the knife trembled.

With that, his body trembled.

It's not because of fear, but because Lu Yu's strength is too great, completely beyond his cognition.

The human body has a limit, and the human body also has a limit.

But Lu Yu completely surpassed this limit.

His realm is obviously not high, why is there such a powerful power that transcends the scope of human beings?

Yanagi moved his fingers holding the knife to ease the incomparably numb sensation.

Looking at Lu Yu's gaze, it became extremely complicated.

He licked his lips, but hesitated.

"Again."

Lu Yu hooked his finger at Liu Sheng Zongbi.

"Zong Bijun, kill him!"

"Zong Bijun, you are the first genius of our new Yin Stream young generation, you have to be far above him, kill him!"

A group of Japanese warriors shouted.

"Noise."

Lu Yu smiled coldly and glanced at it, "Do you want to change you?" ”

"You, Zhina pig, don't be ashamed, Zong Bijun will definitely defeat you!"

"That's it, Zong Bijun, kill him and let him see the majesty of the Great Japanese Bushido!"

Lu Yu hugged his arms and sneered: "What kind of bullshit is the majesty of Japanese bushido, I saw you put your mouth cannons, there is a kind of asking Lao Tzu to draw his sword first!" ”

As soon as these words were excited, Liu Sheng Zongbi's eyes suddenly turned red, and he didn't care about the timidity and strange feeling in his heart, and rushed towards Lu Yu again.

"Zhina, draw your sword!"

Yanagi Zongbi shouted angrily, like thunder on the ground.

He slashed vigorously, with one knife and two slashes, the sword light was like lightning, and the knife momentum was like thunder.

With such a sword, it seems that it is no longer a sword in the world, but the thunder god in the sky is angry, the knife breaks through the sky, and the knife shatters the universe.

This knife, as soon as it comes out, is endless.

I saw that the sword of Lei Che in Liu Shengzongbi's hand suddenly rose and rose, and the three feet were cold and bent cold, like a green snake entrenched, it was just a wisp before, and it was not real, but now it is green and thick like an arm, completely covering the blade itself.

With a knife lifted, the scabbard of the "Miaofa Muramasa" in Lu Yu's hand suddenly cracked, and this was not all, Lu Yu, who was originally at ease, finally showed embarrassment, and the cuffs were cut off by the sharp knife qi.

At this moment, Yanagi Zongbi didn't seem to want to give Lu Yu another chance to unsheath the Miaofa Village, so he shouted angrily, and he was unforgiving, and cut Lu Yu into the ribs with a knife.

This knife is domineering with tricks, and between the turns, it is easy to play, just like a cow.

At this moment, Liu Sheng Zongbi is Ku Ding, and Lu Yu is the cow.

To the north, I watched the bison galloping, stepping on the body of the ox as if walking on the ground.

The huge waves of the ocean slapped their heads, and a knife exploded the river like the sea.

Yanagi Zongbi continued to drink heavily, and the sword momentum that had already reached the extreme rose again!

There seems to be no end in sight.

Endless, domineering and unmatched.

Lu Yu, who had not yet unsheathed the knife, had already wandered around the Ghost Gate several times and returned.

Walking on thin ice, like facing the abyss.

The wooden floor of the hall is already full of devastation, and countless ravines are staggered.

Saori Mido looked at this scene, and her mouth was already wide open, and she didn't dare to close it anymore, and she didn't dare to gasp for more.

If Lu Yu died here today, she would never be able to survive.

She knew what the new Yin Liu was for the traitor.

She looked at Wei Wenchang standing behind Lu Yu, Wei Wenchang was holding two knives, "Heavenly Congyun" and "Imperial God Knife", his eyebrows and eyes were lonely, just like an ordinary crop man.

Saori Mido knew that this tall and powerful middle-aged man was not simple, she thought that Lu Yu dared to be so big, and he didn't pull out his sword in the face of Yanagi Zongbi, whose realm was much higher than him, because he had the middle-aged man's dependence.

Seeing that Lu Yu was in danger, she thought that this middle-aged man would make a move, but it didn't.

Wei Wenchang looked at this scene, but there was no sign of making a move.

The situation in the field is becoming more and more dangerous, Lu Yu has already stumbled, and his pace has been panicked.

If you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that if you are a little careless, it will be a disaster of opening your stomach.

Saori Mido's heart was completely hung to her throat.

If Lu Yu doesn't draw his sword again, he will definitely die.

Then Lu Yu still didn't pull out the knife, just stepped on small steps, holding the "Miaofa Muramasa" with one hand, and he was only blocking.

Can you stop it?

No one thought that Lu Yu could block this knife.

During the scene, the Japanese samurai all showed hideous smiles.

"Zong Bijun, kill him!"

"Zong Bijun, don't keep your hands, this person is holding on to himself, and if he dies, he will die in vain!"

They all shouted loudly, it was for Yanagi Zongbi to strengthen his courage, and it was also to eliminate the anxiety in Yanagi Zongbi's heart.

After all, Lu Yu never drew his sword, and Yanagi Zongbi won the victory, and he was also victorious.

Japanese warriors attach the greatest importance to the glory and dignity of warriors.

In normal times, this kind of victory is not a martial thing, and any martial artist who believes in bushido will not do it.

It's about one's martial arts beliefs and martial virtues.

But after all, Lu Yu is the life-and-death enemy of the new Yin Stream, and even the entire Japanese martial arts world.

If Lu Yu is killed here, even if Yanagi Zongbi has avenged his eldest brother and the former sect leader of the New Yin Stream, Yanagi Zongwang, he will be the hero of the sect and the hero of all Japan.

How to choose?

Yanagi Zongbi hesitated at first, but when he heard the shouts of his compatriots, he finally didn't stop, but went all out.

"Zhina, draw your sword!"

Liu Shengzong shouted angrily, this knife is like thunder, like wind and thunder, whether it is knife intent or knife momentum, it has accumulated to the extreme.

This is no longer a knife that mortals can block.

Lu Yu is a mortal, so naturally he can't stop it.

So he didn't block hard, but took it.

Stepping on small broken steps, the body shifts between movement and stillness.

Puff puff puff

Every step on the ground made a dull sound.

He took a total of seven steps, and his body turned into seven afterimages.

On the ground, seven lotus flowers clearly appeared.

The ancient martial arts of the Lu clan gave birth to lotus step by step.

Originally, Lu Yu could only take three steps in an instant, which was regarded as the three talent steps in the step-by-step lotus, and now, after stepping into the innate realm, he could step out of the start in an instant, which was the seven-star step in the step-by-step lotus.

And the step by step of the lotus, the highest realm, is the ninety-nine return to the Yuan step.

It's just that with Lu Yu's current realm, he can't show it yet.

One turned into seven in an instant.

It's not a strange clone technique, but it's too fast, far beyond the dynamic vision of the human eye, so much so that it conjures up an afterimage.

Yanagi Zongbi stabbed the air with his first sword, only piercing an afterimage, as if puncturing a bubble, and the bubble quickly annihilated.

He let out a loud shout, and the sword rays were rising, turning into six sword rays, and hitting the remaining six afterimages respectively.

Snort

Five pops sounded in succession, and five afterimages were shattered in a row.

In other words, these five figures are all illusions.

And Yanagi Zongbi's knife momentum has not weakened because of six consecutive air strikes, but every time he hits the air, the knife momentum is even stronger, and by this seventh knife, it is already overwhelming.

"Die!"

Yanagi Zong laughed fiercely.

The seventh knife flashed by.

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The blade slashed through.

Lu Yu was cut in two by the waist.

"Win?"

A crowd of Japanese warriors cheered.

Lu Yu turned into pieces of bizarre fragments, and finally turned into a cloud of air.

It's still an illusion!

So where is Lu Yu?

Yanagi Zongbi was shocked.

Overhead, there was a sudden sound of wind.

He raised his head and found that Lu Yu was already like a white crane, volleying up in the air, suspended in mid-air.

"If you want Lao Tzu to draw a sword, then Lao Tzu will be you."

He pulled out the "Myoho Muramasa", and the scabbard and blade were separated.

Outside, the sun shines in the evening hours.

The sunshine of Kyoto is quiet and beautiful, like mercury pouring on the ground.

The blade of Myohomuramasa's blade, reflecting the sunlight, seems to suddenly bloom a flower.

The Flower of the Sun.

Flower of Ice.

These petals fell, quietly, quietly, and across the neck of Yagyu Zongbi.

Lu Yu stood still, behind him was the stunned Yanagi Zongbi, and in front of him were dozens of Japanese samurai led by Yanagi Zonghan.

At this time, the scabbard finally fell, and Lu Yu took it with one hand, returning the "Miaofa Village" to the sheath.

"How difficult it is to get out of the knife, it is nothing more than ups and downs."

The corners of his lips curled slightly, his smile was warm, and his voice was cold, "My blade is up," looking back at Yanagi Zongbi, "Your head is falling." ”

Yanagi snorted, his lips slightly closed, as if he wanted to say something.

But he didn't make a sound.

Then with a pop, his whole head fell straight off, because the speed was so fast, there was not even blood at first.

It wasn't until the head hit the ground that blood gushed out of his chest like a fountain.

The huge hall became extremely silent, as silent as death.