He is not wise that is not wise for himself.

When he saw his protective "qi" melt like ice and snow in front of that Tang knife, Ji Wu knew the strength of such an enemy's attack and had already broken through his expectations.

On his own, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist.

Therefore, Ji Wu, who is intelligent, left all the so-called dignity behind.

He strives to regain the trajectory that is faintly out of control.

Two-on-one.

Please take out the Dinghaishen needle, so as to make a decision.

……

A soft sigh.

The reed hung lightly at his side, and his left hand was raised at some point, with his four fingers slightly bent.

The red demon standing on his side shook violently, and a cold light came out of the sheath and straightened up, but it was grasped by a white and powerful hand in mid-air.

The teacup was gently lowered on the wooden chair.

The figure of the reed slowly dissipated.

"Ji Jun, since I came here at your request, I can't sit back and watch you die."

"It's just that it's a shame for a warrior to be the same enemy as you."

"So, I'll only save you this once."

Three sentences, with three figures flickering in mid-air, appeared and dissipated synchronously.

The crimson sword shadow is like a sunset in the sky, covering half of the floor.

A red demon is authentic in the hands of the reed, like an antelope hanging its horns, ethereal without a trace of fireworks, and it comes in an instant.

The black-veined Fu Yu weaved in the cold air current, rustling.

The reed stepped in the air with transcendent intentions and slashed at it with a knife.

did not attack Lu Ze.

just slashed at the tip of the six-edged and octagonal Tang knife.

To be exact, it is the tip of Tang Zhijian.

This type of backhand knife is even three points faster than Lu Ze.

It can be said that since the reed disappeared in place and rose in the sky, the core of this heaven and earth was only the reed.

There is no need to deliberately release coercion, the posture standing in mid-air is the best testimony of unparalleled strength.

……

Reed's cold eyes and Lu Ze's indifferent gaze looked at each other at this moment.

No contempt, no looking down.

It was a faint appreciation.

The two didn't speak, but the eyes that met for a moment conveyed everything clearly.

Lu Ze's performance just now, especially the scene of the two-fingered flick knife and the roar like a dragon's groan, was recognized by Wei.

Therefore, the current reed does not regard Lu Ze as an ant that can be crushed at will, but as an enemy of martial arts who can finally face it.

It is because he is an enemy that he admits.

That's why it's respectful.

Therefore, this knife is only used to block and have no killing intent.

This is a tribute to Lu Ze as an opponent, and it is also the pride of Reed as the master of the famous sword.

As for Lu Ze, the meaning conveyed is very simple......

He looked at him with admiration, but shook his head slightly.

[I also admire you, but I'm afraid not. 】

All things can be delayed, but this is the only thing that cannot be delayed.

In the depths of Lu Ze's pupils, a golden pointer phantom appeared, carrying the highest law beyond this world.

"—Time stands still."

There is no brilliant brilliance, no diffusion momentum, just a freeze-frame picture that is suddenly pressed the pause button.

The Red Demon Masamune, who dragged out the sunset, finally revealed its face clearly.

The red moire with a stunning sense of rhythm winds all over the blade, with a hazy beauty.

There was a glimmer of light around the blade, it was real light, and the shimmer of light emitted in the slightly distorted space refracted the color of the crimson blade.

This knife completely ionized the air in all directions.

Abide by the etiquette of a warrior, and a knife can cut the glimmer.

It's rare to see such a person in the world.

Lu Ze's gaze brushed over Wei's cold and young face, which was an appreciation from the heart.

It's just that after stepping into the Ten Realms of the Tower in his previous life, he never had such a character in his mind.

Therefore, there is a high probability that the other party fell before the Ten Realms......

A faint thought flashed, but Lu Ze's wrist never stopped.

A [Cold Ridge], spinning up the sword light like a fan, gently brushed three meters in front of him under the terrifying high-frequency tremor.

Turning back lightly, the knife was put back into the sheath, and Lu Ze looked straight ahead indifferently.

0.6 seconds is a flash.

On the golden hands that rose in the sea of knowledge, the countless stars that originally surrounded them dissolved in an instant.

Tick......

The pointer resumes wiggling.

A sunset divides the space in two.

It's like a clearly drawn stop line on the battlefield, with an undiscussed domineering.

Then, the black body with thin lines floating around his waist slammed.

Ji Wu's body fell heavily to the ground and broke in two.

Reed's pupils shrank a little in an instant.

"Ahh

Ji Wu let out a roar of pain from his soul.

Hundreds of millions, if not billions, of nanobots, are once again in play at this moment.

The nanobot blocks the blood vessels, and the fine black silk threads float and wriggle from under the Linjia, butt the two ends of the cross-section, and forcibly pull them.

It's just that Ji Wu has no other energy sources around him, all of which is premised on forcibly overdrawing Ji Wu's cell vitality.

It was a pain like a bone marrow pump.

Obviously dead, but he was pulled out of hell by high-tech students, and then he kept rolling at the gate of hell, unable to advance or retreat.

It's truly worse to live than to die.

The red glow dissipated.

The reed walked lightly through the air, the fog dissipated under his feet, and finally landed.

The cold gaze finally fell on Lu Ze's unsheathed Tang knife, and his voice was peaceful:

"I have entered the realm of the wind, and in this world, there is no sword that I can't see clearly."

"You're the only one."

"With the posture of the Eight Realms, there is swordsmanship so far, which I have only seen in my life."

"Ji Jun is right, you are indeed worthy of my shot."

Reed rolled up the famous knife with his backhand, and the handle of the knife stood in front of him, and the blade was outward.

The moment the left hand brushed over the back of the knife, the air around the blade visible to the naked eye also shook to a blur.

Moreover, unlike Lu Ze's white sword, the surface of the Red Demon Authentic Sect was a reddish mist.

"I am the leader of the Tiger Shark Society Wasteland, Reed, the Nine-Star Wind Realm, this knife is the authentic sword of the Red Demon, and it is also the essence of my life's learning. You will be in charge of the tiger shark if you kill them, and since they are under my control, I will come forward after all. So today, I will not spare your hand. ”

"Your brother has a cultivation posture, and I will cultivate him carefully after you die."

One board and one eye, the words are round.

Wei looked at Lu Ze very seriously, both his tone and his eyes showed that he was not joking.

Lu Ze glanced at Ji Wu, who was still struggling and roaring on the ground, desperately trying to dock his body, and looked up at the front again.

"What you're doing doesn't seem to be the same as what he said."

"So, you weren't involved in the earlier incident?"

Lu Ze also asked very seriously.

"A true warrior should have no second thought, and I disdain to be in the company of it. Therefore today you are only my enemy. The reed brushed the back of the knife with its left hand resting on its right hand, holding the handle together, the tip of the knife tilting slightly forward.

"-Huh?" Ji Wu, who was roaring, trembled in his voice, his eyes darkened, and he almost closed his breath.

"You're not a Wasteland Warrior?" Lu Ze said again, his gaze swept over Ji Wu's pupils, as quiet as a cold pool, not a little crimson.

"My heart is my own way, clear as a mirror, bending to the fog, and daring to disturb me for half a minute." There was a slight coldness in Wei's voice, "I respect you as an opponent, and it is useless to say more." Draw your sword, Lu Jun. ”

Wei didn't bother to explain anything, including the fact that he had arranged for Lu Ming to be left alone to avoid the pain of flesh and skin, and these sporadic words would not reside in his mind at all.

His answer to Lu Ze was just a face-up to Lu Ze's amazing knife just now.

It was a rare encounter in martial arts, and the joy of finally seeing an opponent.

Therefore, it is natural to face it with a solemn attitude.

At this moment, Wei didn't care about the difference between the war king and the war general, he only had a young man who could be called a master of the sword in his eyes.

"Good ......"

It was rare to encounter such an opponent who adhered to martial arts etiquette, and Lu Ze had to respond.

"My name is Lu Ze, and Ze is the Ze of all things. The realm of the eight-star wind, this knife ...... I just picked it up, I don't know the name, the knife is good, so I won't pull it out. After all, it will be used in the future, and it is a pity to be bruised. ”

Lu Ze casually raised his hand backwards, and the Tang Dao [Hanling] spun and fell into the hands of Lu Ming twenty meters behind him.

"Moreover, it is disrespectful to you to use a knife."

The two fingers of the right hand are put together, and the clouds are like water, which are gently erected in front of the eyes.

"If you don't die in three moves, I will spare your life."