Can you afford it......

Can you afford it......

Lin Zhidao sat in place in a daze, and at this moment he felt that his spirit began to be in a trance, and even had a delusion.

True, it is only in dreams that such unrealistic things happen.

Someone dares to confront Lin Chujun head-on? Just kidding, hahahaha, it must be a joke.

But laughing and laughing, he soon couldn't laugh anymore, because of the cold stimulation, goosebumps began to rise on his arms.

Lin Zhidao shrank back.

Same surname, but he is only the Lin family of Heishui Street in Tingluo District, but Lin Chujun is from the Lin family in Shangnan City. The gap in this, if you follow the normal pace of development, you can probably work the basis of Lin Chujun's defeat, and you can catch up with half of it at the age of 80......

Even when his father saw Lin Chujun, he had to smile and take care of him.

Even if he sent such a message to Lin Chujun before, and even brushed her face, when the other party really appeared in front of him, the fear of seeing a natural enemy surfaced in his heart.

It's a lie to say that you're not afraid!

Lin Chujun's gaze was instantly cold, looking at the entire Shangnan City, no one dared to speak to her like this.

In the past twenty years, no one has ever dared to ...... in front of Shang Nanlin's family So presumptuous!

The lord humiliated the ministers to death, and Yi Ying, who stood behind Lin Chujun without saying a word from beginning to end, cold anger flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Under the capable short hair, she has a neutral and beautiful face, and her lines are extremely sassy in a white suit, but if you add the long and short double swords hanging diagonally on the left side of her waist, under this standard Japanese samurai double sword wearing method, Yi Ying's whole person shows a fierce danger at this moment.

"Presumptuous!"

The woman stopped drinking, the thumb of her left hand was pushed forward, the cold light appeared between the square inches, her right hand held the handle in the air, and when her wrist twisted, Yi Ying stepped out in one step.

The wakicha [cherry red], which is about 43 centimeters long, cuts out a visual distortion like a stream in the air, and the faint pink blade moire flashes a bewitching beauty in the air, cutting off everyone's voices, and cutting straight to Lu Ze's neck three inches below.

From the scolding to the knife, there was only a fifth of a second apart, and the thin body showed a fierceness and domineering that did not match itself!

Lin Chujun's face was as usual, obviously sitting there with his cheeks crossed, but at this time, he had a sense of condescending overlook, indifferent like an ice sculpture.

Lin Zhidao opened his mouth, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a tremor from the soul appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Zhao Ping and Yao Zhou didn't react at all, and were still looking at Lu Ze blankly.

Lu Ming, with his back to Lin Chujun and the others, looked at his brother quietly, as if he didn't know anything about what was behind him.

The startled dust gently rolls up with the air current, reflecting fine colors in the sunlight that spills into the room, and time seems to slow down. The actions of everyone in the field......

At this moment, it is all in the bottom of the eye.

Tick, tick.

The star source clock still hung quietly over the sea of knowledge, moving unhurriedly.

It's just that the bright red flame that is as thin as a cow's hair trembles gently at this moment. The pores of the whole body opened at the same time, greedily perceiving all the vitality around him, the blood flow, the sound waves, the air flow, and the power of the star source......

Sound...... Syllable.

Like a candle inadvertently bursting into flames, when this non-existent voice bloomed in his head, the silent sea of consciousness finally set off a wave of anger in an instant.

Lu Ze's eyes were calm, and an indescribable majesty flashed indifferently.

Just as no one could see how Yi Ying pulled out the wakicha, no one could see when Lu Ze's right hand on the tea table disappeared, leaving only two curved white qi waves in mid-air.

It's the trajectory of two fingers piercing the air, you can see it, but you can never catch up.

The two fingers of the right hand are stretched out, and a V-shaped figure at an angle of 30° hovers in front of the eyes, and in the next tenth of a second, the two fingertips are randomly brought together.

Bite!

The cold came to an abrupt end.

A light tremor from the sword soldier clearly floated in the tea room.

Powerful air currents spread in all directions, splitting the mist of tea that was floating in all directions.

The turbulent current blew the broken hair on the boy's forehead, revealing those bright and calm eyes.

It's as if the slowdown time has returned to normal, but it has brought a shocking picture beyond reality.

Lin Zhidao's mouth was already stretched to the point where he could almost stuff a fist, and he felt as if he was watching a science fiction movie.

Lu and Lu Ze, with two fingers, lightly clamped the stalk that cut through the air.

At the end of the short knife, Yi Ying's equally angry eyes were used, allowing her to stab forward or pull back, without moving her fingers, like steel casting.

"A second-rate knife, a third-rate knife skill. Is that how Tsukahara Chimune taught you? Then he can cut himself. ”

"Mr. を insult してはいけません! (Don't insult my teacher!) When she suddenly heard the familiar and respectful name, Yi Ying was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes instantly turned red and she blurted out.

"Insults?" Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and whispered: "I'm afraid you think too highly of yourself, even if Tsukahara Shizhu is here, you are not worthy of my insults." ”

Yi Ying's eyeballs were visibly covered with bloodshots, and this sentence simply penetrated her heart, and the intensity of hatred at this moment instantly broke through the MAX level.

She was abandoned at a young age, picked up by Tsukahara Qianzong and raised in the Shinto school, a martial arts, all passed down by the Shinto sect master Tsukahara Qianzong, and Tsukahara Shizhu is the master of the Shinto two sword streams for nearly fifty years, and is the father of Tsukahara Qianzong!

Under this layer of relationship, it is not blood that is better than blood, Lu Ze's words simply degraded Yi Ying's door to a transparent point, and he almost stepped into the swamp.

"Insult my sect and suffer death!" Yi Ying was furious, and his hands were clasped together at the same time, and the strength of the 6-star strong wind level was no longer reserved at this moment, and more than 1,200 kilograms of terrifying wrench bloomed on the hilt at the same time.

"Today, I will spare your life, go back and tell Tsukahara Qianzong, when the plan of Er is completed, that is, the day when I, Lu Ze, set foot on the Shinto Mountain Gate."

Hearing this, the peace that Lu Ze had shown before completely disappeared, and there was a chill in his mouth.

Then, two fingers pressed together.

The body of the wakicha sword trembled and screamed.

A ......

Boom!

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and in Yi Ying's shocked and unbelievable eyes, the ten thousand forging wakicha [Sakura Red] that she regarded as a treasure actually broke off in response.

The tip of the half-cut blade, which was less than 5 cm, was clamped by Lu Ze on his fingertips and gently compared.

"Kill!"

Yi Ying, who was already completely red-eyed, took advantage of the broken knife to stab with the knife.

With a 5 cm shorter difference, the danger will only increase rather than decrease by half a point in indoor melee combat.

The broken blade trembled, and an afterimage appeared in the air, converging in front of him.

Except for Lin Chujun, now Yi Ying can't care about leaving anyone's hands, including Lin Zhidao! As for Lu Ming, he happened to be in front of Lin Zhidao, at the forefront of facing the dozens of afterimages.

All this was also taken into Lu Ze's eyes.

【Time...... Stillness].

As this thought emerged, the star source clock in the sea of consciousness suddenly hovered.

When the wheel of time comes to an abrupt halt, everything in this world is frozen in front of us in the truest form.

Lu Ze's gaze was faint and cold, falling on the brilliance hidden behind the layers of phantoms, like a flash of autumn water.

Yi Ying's knife on her left waist was finally unsheathed in the most hidden posture and with the purest murderous intent.

It's just that she didn't know that she was facing the most terrifying enemy of Shinto Stream in the world, a terrifying man who had deduced 1,700 sword movements of Shinto Stream in the future.

In this time and space where everything has not yet happened, Lu Ze's always hanging left hand stretched out three fingers, gently placed them on the tea table, took advantage of the situation to get up, and then pressed it gently.

On the edge of the heavy nanmu tea table, there is a ...... that wants to spread due to pressure but is forcibly stationary Weird shallow waves.

Without the slightest smell of fireworks, the front somersault jumped over Lin Zhidao and Lu Ming, until it landed lightly, and Lu Ze appeared directly in front of Yi Ying, and in front of him was the thorny wedge.

The two fingers of his right hand were raised together, holding the severed blade, and with a light knock of his backhand, solidified ripples appeared in the air, blooming between the remnant blade and the broken blade.

In the sea of knowledge, the golden hands trembled again, and the world recovered.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be still on where Lu Ze was sitting before, but at the moment, there was ......

It's empty.