How could he Yajima Natsuo have such a dangerous feeling?

It's a big laugh -

Airplanes!

A dragon roared.

Natsu Yajima raises his head violently!

……

At this moment, there was silence outside the venue.

Maybe it was Lu Ze's composure from the beginning that attracted them, or maybe Lu Ze always faced the audience and the camera from the beginning.

Therefore, outsiders can see Lu Ze's actions at this moment more clearly than insiders.

"The sword should be clear."

The four words spit lightly, and Lu Ze's left hand copied in his trouser pocket was finally withdrawn, but he only did the simplest thing.

The sword stood in front of his eyes, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were knocked back, landing on the side that was as smooth as a mirror.

Buzz –

So, inside and outside the field, everyone heard a dragon's roar.

The Han Zhi sword used for training showed amazing toughness, and it actually achieved an exaggerated arc under Lu Ze's two-finger flick.

The blade of the sword bent for a moment, and it stiffened violently.

The back of the sword is dark and dark.

Those shadows that were as iron as sticky could not cling to the ice, and they were all out of it at this moment.

So people saw Lu Ze's two fingers flicking with his left hand, saw the process of Han Zhi's sword bending and straightening, and even saw the sound waves of the whole sword.

The sound visible to the naked eye was in the shape of a sword, with a dragon groan, and it instantly flew into the air, colliding with Yajima Natsuo, who had just caught the katana.

People saw a magical scene.

The shape of the sword does not arrive in the form of a thorn, but in the form of a seal, directly facing the front, and it crashes into a depression in front of Yajima Natsuo.

Then, the depression lasted only a moment.

Rumble!

The mist bursts.

Well?

"What!"

"What-"

"Impossible!"

At this moment, in the preparation area of Sauron Academy, those admirable moon geniuses all stood up.

Because, Lu Ze's sword-shaped sound wave that popped up at random actually smashed the compressed air in front of Yajima Natsuo in an instant.

And Yajima Natsuo, who was already old in mid-air moves, was hit straight by this sword-shaped qi wave and flew out upside down.

"Oh my God......"

Gabriel blinked in surprise and subconsciously drew a cross in front of him.

Distant lunar bases.

In the live broadcast hall, which was originally a sea of joy, the pin drop can be heard at this moment.

Who would have imagined that a venue with 300 people would fall into absolute silence in a second.

Preparation seats.

Baili Chang's eyes flashed brightly, and Rao couldn't help but get up and say hello at this moment with his heart.

Even Feng Yiluo, who seemed to be extremely silent today, looked at Lu Ze with some incredulity.

With just two finger flicks, Lu Ze completely became the absolute focus of everyone's eyes in the second style of the fight.

His eyes focused on Lu Ze.

Suddenly-

A flash of silver light bloomed, and it was a little dazzling.

When the long sword in Lu Ze's hand was raised, the crowd was stunned.

Leng Gaoyi and the others, who were dissatisfied with Lu Ze before, only felt a layer of goosebumps floating all over their bodies at this moment.

Silvery sassy.

The Han straight sword, which was originally black and not slippery, was completely reborn, both sides of the front and back, as smooth as a mirror!

Lu Ze quietly looked at himself reflected in the sword body, his eyes moved away, and he looked into the air with a kind of indifference from the world, looking at Yajima Natsuo who was blown away by the sword qi.

"Have you ever seen the most invincible sword?"

Lu Ze is like an old friend for many years asking quietly, without a trace of fireworks.

Of course there was no response.

Lu Ze actually didn't leave time for the other party to respond, because he directly took the previous light inquiry in his own words.

"If you haven't seen it in the past, then from now on, please remember the appearance of this sword in my hand."

Lu Ze spoke lightly, his left hand was behind him, his right hand was holding a sword, and he stepped out in one step.

Like a pebble falling into a quiet pool.

The ripples rippled gently.

But the echo was like thunder that tore through all peace.

A gentle whirlwind rose from Lu Ze's feet, slowly rising, getting bigger and bigger.

The first step is the wind rising.

There was no sadness or joy in Lu Ze's eyes, and his wrist rotated lightly.

The long sword has no edge, but it carries a brilliance that is more brilliant than any edge in this world.

The second step is cloud from.

A thin mist of water suddenly floated around Lu Ze.

This scene brings a strong visual impact to everyone.

Lu Ze didn't look at Yajima Natsusheng, who had already adjusted his position in mid-air, nor did he look at the [Yan Slanting] that was about to counterattack.

One step at a time, two steps with one poem.

"The white light is the sun and the moon, and the purple gas is a bullfight."

When the clouds rose, the Han Zhi Sword in Lu Ze's hand had completely changed its appearance, and the entire sword body was already covered with a layer of white mist.

The lifted footsteps fell.

Lu Ze's hanging right hand was raised.

Everyone's hearts beat hard!

Even his hair almost stood on end.

Because, at this moment-

The extremely hard alloy ground actually appeared in a huge depression with a diameter of more than five meters.

And Lu Ze raised his long sword upside down, and the momentum of climbing the clouds and chasing the moon went straight to the sky.

The harsh wind blew all the broken hair on Lu Ze's forehead.

The faithful camera recorded the cold eyes of the young man at this moment, and the angular side face.

How indifferent and yet confident.

The shadow of the Storm brought up the thousand-year-old civilization of the Xia Kingdom, and the thick accumulation almost essence flowed out of the afterimage.

- Tang Jian Gushi!

The light white sword light slashed straight through ten feet, rising from the ground and grazing the moon marks from the sky.

At the end of the sword light, Natsuo Yajima, who had completed the back sword posture.

No hurricanes rose.

Silent waves.

All one could see was a white wave of metal blowing behind Natsuo Yajima.

And Yajima Natsuo himself was like a baseball being blown away.

The sky is like clouds and the moon is shining.

The white waves are gone.

Lu Ze held the sword in one hand, and fell lightly.

Carrying a sword alone, the time is against the journey, and the dust is not clean.

That detachment completely shocked all the people who saw this scene.

Xia Qingying, who originally had dim eyes, didn't know when his eyes were already bright, and he looked straight at Lu Ze's back.

The same poetic sword.

The same Han straight sword.

In this way, Lu Ze inadvertently put together the broken sword in his hand for her.

[Have you ever seen the most invincible sword?] 】

This sentence echoed in my ears.

It was only then that people reacted in a trance.

What a self-confidence Lu Ze said in this sentence!

"I ...... Did you see the wrong person? ”

Natsuo Yajima's strange tone rang out on the other side of the arena.

He staggered to his feet.

There was indescribable tyranny in his eyes.

From start to finish, the two only had three rounds.

In these three rounds, the first type of knife sharpening, Lu Ze avoided his attack unharmed.

Then there is a simple flicking sword and a sweeping sword without the smell of fireworks.

Then, the katana in his hand crumbled.

It's a mess!

Bite.

Lu Ze's long sword pointed to the ground, and he walked forward step by step unhurriedly.

His words are still that unfazed, or from yesterday to today, from outside the court to inside the field, his tone and tone have not changed at all.

"There are many more knives over there, you can choose as many as you like."

The unwavering tone made Yajima Natsuo's eyes faintly red.

This is stimulating him!

"I don't need to!"

Natsuo Yajima's throat made this weird and twisted sound.

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"Don't? Then get out. ”

A fluttering voice sounded.

A thin silver thread emerges, cutting twenty meters deep.

A series of afterimages became one in an instant.