Obviously, Lu Ze really revealed the origin of the other party in one word!

"Looks like I guessed right."

Lu Ze shrugged and didn't feel any surprise.

But for the mysterious man, it made him solemn for the first time.

The eleven figures took off their hats in unison, revealing a face about forty years old with blue stubble, and their hair was tied back at will, looking bohemian.

The figure of the other party was slightly sideways, revealing two knives, one long and one short, lined up on the left and right.

After a silence of about two seconds, he spoke calmly:

"Two days first-class, Nobuo Harayama."

The two-day first-class is not a pure martial arts, but also includes a series of contents such as the art of war, psychological warfare, and strategy.

As a descendant of an ancient school that has been passed down since the early Edo period, Nobuo Harayama has always practiced the concept of martial arts.

The Superior is plotting!

Take advantage of the right time, place and people to create the most favorable conditions for yourself to win.

It's not insidious, it's wisdom!

The wisdom of the wise man in the martial arts!

And now, in the eyes of the Colonel Yan Huang in front of him, there is only plainness.

In Harayama Nobuo's view, this is precisely the contempt that he is proud of his wisdom.

Nobuo Harayama has already made a murderous effort.

But on the surface, Nobuo Harayama showed a mysterious and atmospheric smile.

"I don't know what Your Excellency is called."

"My surname is Lu."

Lu Ze's eyes were faint, and as for his words, he had no intention of saying his full name at all.

Since the other party still wants to play psychological warfare with him until now, it is better to reluctantly cooperate.

It's just that I want to shake his heart with these words.

It's really naïve.

In the age when the Misty Tower stood, even the most demagogic succubi could not disturb his mind in the slightest.

Not to mention this era when no one has yet broken the boundaries.

A slight change appeared in the depths of Nobuo Harayama's pupils, but he covered it up well.

"Whether Mr. Lu still has any last words, I can convey them on my behalf."

His words belong to a kind of psychological suggestion that skillfully uses the environment and foreshadowing.

By instilling "I want to kill you" and "you must die", constantly test the opponent's psychological defense, and once it causes the opponent's emotional changes, then destroy the "quietness" in the martial arts confrontation.

Once the opponent loses his peace, he will be nothing more than a big cat in the eyes of Nobuo Harayama.

"My last words?"

Lu Ze raised his head, his eyes showing remembrance.

"I really want to leave a last word."

"It's just...... You may not know ......."

Lu Ze moved his wrists, raised his feet and walked forward, and finally crossed the dividing line between the slope and the plain, the gray fog and the red mist.

His voice swept peacefully across the plain and into the ears of Nobuo Harayama.

"Death is strange and distant to me."

Lu Ze's words reveal the longevity of a hundred years of time.

He has witnessed the disillusionment of life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings, and he has broken out of the mortal realm many times.

When fear is gone, there is no fear left.

He began to enjoy the pleasures of fighting, including a little bit of dismantling the so-called mortal realm.

Just as he once said to Jin Chenghui in the center of Fengyun Network.

Layout is art, and breaking the game is also an art.

Since they are all about playing art, let's compare their skills.

Simple and straightforward.

……

Lu Ze had a natural smile on his face, as casual as a walk after dinner.

At this moment, he seemed to have flaws all over his body, but Nobuo Harayama's battle instincts kept sending warnings.

There was even a slight pinprick in the palm of the palm holding the hilt.

Nobuo Harayama knew in his heart that the tenacity of the young Colonel Yanhuang in front of him was far beyond expectations.

Since the heart-to-heart battle is ineffective, then you will see the real chapter in your hands.

Place both hands on the handle of the knife at the same time.

Silently, the long and short knives are unsheathed at the same time, the left hand is horizontally forward, the right hand is behind, and the footsteps are slightly bowed.

Just by looking at it casually, you can see through the watery luster that these are two famous knives.

A fallen leaf swirling in the breeze passed by the blade of the long sword, silently dividing into two halves.

This subtle picture illustrates the extraordinary nature of the blade.

"Lu Jun, today you will sleep here."

Nobuo Harayama looked up, a grim smile on the corner of his mouth, and he flashed sideways with a sharp step.

Lu Ze paused.

Because at this moment, the place where he was, spread around, and those pale red mist unexpectedly dissolved and converged.

Shallow cyclones are dense and vary in size.

What's even more bizarre is that those cyclones are clearly a kind of dynamic absolute plane.

If you look at it from an angle, you can see that it is a swirling mirror.

These mirrors range in size and shape to contour.

But the same figure is revealed.

The eleven figures are reflected through the layers of these revealing "mirrors", and the effect of doubling is achieved in an instant.

Twenty-two figures.

"This style is called [Valley Ring], and it is the best at destroying people's hearts."

Nobuo Harayama gave a brief self-description in the spirit of bushido, and his voice converged to Lu Ze through layers of mirrors.

The left hand is a long sword, and the autumn light on the blade is rippling, and as Nobuo Harayama gently shakes the handle, the original bright and clear blade of the knife disappears in an instant, turning into a virtual shadow.

It was an extremely high-frequency tremor.

There was a faint echo of a scalp-tingling howling in the air, like the roar of a hungry ghost.

Look at Nobuo Harayama again.

At some point, red lines as thick as a little finger appeared on his face, and these lines were like hideous earthworms covering his cheeks.

The original image of a middle-aged man who was quite elegant completely turned into a ghost.

Nobuo Harayama was angry, and the long knife in his left hand was already surrounded by a dense red mist.

If you look closely, you can see that the tremor frequency of the long knife is already terrifying.

The sound of whining ghosts kept coming from the blade.

And those cyclone mirrors, not only the image of the picture, but even the sound are clearly reproduced.

This area is full of weirdness.

The red mist soon covered the blade, and then began to spread towards Nobuo Harayama.

In just one second, Nobuo Harayama had already changed his appearance, like a ghost warrior who had come out of the netherworld.

"Draw your weapon."

Lu Ze's eyelids were raised peacefully, and he didn't care about the size of the lenses surrounding him, dozens of figures.

He just spread his feet apart and made a simple starting pose.

The cloud hand mother gesture that resembles the way of Tai Chi.

It's just that Lu Ze's palm movements are more than those of Tai Chi pushers.

The four fingers that are slightly together, the bent wrists, the arc-shaped trajectory that seems to be slow and fast, and the afterimage of the white waves with fine flowing clouds.

Lu Ze didn't squint, and where the joints of his whole body were bent, there was a shallow air flow floating silently, like curling white smoke, meandering and steaming.

"There is no need for weapons, it is only first-class for two days, and it is enough for me to kill you with ten fingers with both hands."

"This technique is called Flowing Water Unwinding Fist."

"Do you remember?"

Lu Ze was emotionless and spoke lightly.

……

……

Five fingers on both hands?

The fierceness in Nobuo Harayama's eyes only increased.

"It is the most naïve idea to use the mind attack in front of the first-class in the second day."

The neon warrior's voice also changed, becoming thick and fierce, just like the image of the demon.

And the moment he spoke, his left wrist jerked.

The red mist that wrapped around the blade of the knife exploded in an instant, causing an earth-shattering sound, as if a demon had been born.

No, it's not a sound!

It's densely packed......

Twenty-two echoes!

It was as if iron claws had scraped through the steel, making people feel toothache.

It's as if the bones are twisted, making the muscles stiff.

Large swaths of red fog collapsed.

- Roar!

In the depths of the space, a roar really sounded.

That roar reverberated layer upon layer, layer upon layer.

It was originally a move that used the echo attack, and under the natural amplification of the misty mirror space, the power increased geometrically.

In an instant, a full forty-four red sound waves crashed out of the vortex mirror like a giant python, surging and intertwined.

I don't know which mirror the red sound waves came from, and I don't know which mirror I got into.

But what is certain is that the sound wave will become thicker with each shuttle, and the violent roar will become stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a red wave python suddenly pierced out from the side as if it had come to life, stabbing heavily at Lu Ze's right shoulder.

Twenty-two Dao Yuan Yama Nobuo's red ghost face also surfaced in the mirror at the same time, as if he was rushing towards Lu Ze at the same time.

At this moment, Lu Ze seemed to be alone in a deep valley, welcoming the rushing sound waves rushing from all directions.

Lu Ze didn't dodge or dodge, not even the side capital.

He just twisted his waist slightly, and in all directions, a shallow fog wave suddenly shook out.

When the giant python-like red wave invaded Lu Ze's body by one meter, Lu Ze finally set off.

Small strides, with legs over shoulders.

Lu Ze's left hand was like an antelope hanging on its horns, with a whimsical and ethereal trajectory, and it coincidentally appeared at the front of the red wave python.

A slight prick of four fingers quickly retracts.

The movement is indescribably swift and light.

The giant python-shaped red qi wave suddenly froze, and in an instant, it collapsed into a mist and dispersed in all directions.

It's like a column of water that has been scattered, gushing out a large wave.

Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, and he turned around and shook his right hand lightly.

Bang!

Another wave of sound exploded, and the red mist dissipated in all directions.

Only Lu Ze's body is not stained in the slightest.

The red waves that were reflected through the mirror space instantly boiled and gushed out wildly.

However, no matter how fast the speed of the red wave is, how fast Lu Ze's casually hooked palm is, it can always appear in the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time.

Forty-four giant python-like waves of qi stabbed out from various tricky angles with a terrifying momentum, and they poured out in just two seconds, completely enveloping Lu Ze.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, his right hand was raised lightly into a palm, and his wrist was naturally bent......

Pressed down in an instant.

Bend your knees, bend over, and press your palms into the ground.

[Flowing Water Unloading Fist Zhenshan River]!

- Boom!

With Lu Ze as the center of the circle.

Within twenty meters of his body, he was steaming violently.

All the red wave pythons that pounced were torn to pieces at this moment.

Lu Ze had no sadness or joy on his face, raised his head, and a touch of red suddenly appeared in his sight, and then suddenly enlarged.

That's the tip of a long sword.

Behind the tip of the knife was a ghostly face, blurred and ethereal.

Hidden in the dust, this kind of sneak attack is tricky, insidious, and dangerous.

There was only pity in Nobuo Harayama's eyes.

It is a charity to the dying.

However, he didn't see the slightest panic in Lu Ze's eyes.

Bite.

A crisp crash sounded.

The long sword suddenly stopped.

Nobuo Harayama's pupils shrank into pinpoint tips.

Because Lu Ze's left hand hooked two fingers at some point, the fingertips pressed out a pure white mist in the air, and when the blade was about to face, it was precisely pressed on the side of the tip of the knife.

What's more, this random two fingers and a press actually brought up the illusion of space collapse.

All the air currents formed by the pressure were finally released uncontrollably.

Nobuo Harayama's figure instantly collapsed into a mist, and the long sword was hooked by two fingers, bringing up a raging tide and suddenly sinking into the side.

Behind Lu Ze, there was a momentary distortion of space.

This is enough to prove how amazing the power of this casual press just now.

The long sword spun and sank into the mirror space, disappearing.

The terrible reverberations around them finally disappeared.

Lu Ze casually put down the two fingers standing in front of him, and said lightly: "Is that all?" ”

"Humph!"

A sneer broke through the air.

"Your Excellency must have entered the realm of 9 stars for a long time, and you are immersed in martial arts, which is really admirable." Nobuo Harayama's voice came from afar, "But here, I take advantage of the right time and place. ”

"What's more, I'm a first-class contemporary Taoist in the second day......"

The sound suddenly turned from a raging wind to a hurricane, sweeping through the sky.

Mighty and domineering, it attacked the earth from the sky.

As soon as he went, Nobuo Harayama's figure emerged from the sky.

Click!

There was a thunderclap.

The silhouette of the other party is reflected.

Nobuo Harayama's neck turned 180 degrees violently.

The back of the head is forward.

But not the back of the head.

It's a human face painted in white paint.

Unlike the red grimace that came before, the current one looked sinister and cunning.

But if you look closely, there is a hint of woodenness.

It was a mask carved from white bones and flesh.

No, Nobuo Harayama is not facing Lu Ze, but he has turned his back to Lu Ze and stood in the sky at some point.

The long sword that had spun and flew out before reappeared in his hand and was raised high.

His voice was like a god, covering the sky in the wailing of the gods.

"Junior, you can recognize the 10-star Gale Realm!"

At this moment, the turbulence that hit Nobuo Harayama's body turned out to be strangely solidified and squeezed.

An almost substantial red aura barrier formed around his body.

Nobuo Harayama turned around and showed that ghost face again.

At this moment, it is like the Warring States Sword Saint who is chasing the world and giving up his own domineering.

"It makes me happy to see you."

"You should be called the strongest person in the Yan and Huang army I have seen on this trip."

"The sound of the sea and the valley will bring the news of your death to every corner of the island."

"This land will be the cemetery where you died honorably."

Condensation.

After a simple temptation, Nobuo Harayama thought that after seeing Lu Ze's hypocrisy and reality, he finally chose the thunder method.

Slash the strongest with the quickest sword.

This will be a devastating blow to the biggest enemy of this trip, the Yan and Huang Army.

It's still a heart-to-heart.

The ubiquitous two-day superb.

Nobuo Harayama spread the five fingers of his right hand.

The fog in the distance began to boil.

A shadow swirled and flew in.

The red fog finally began to rage, and the sky thundered again.

Lightning slashed at the swirling shadow.

It was as if a huge knife wheel was cutting horizontally towards Nobuo Harayama.

"This style is my first-class strength for two days...... Empty Slash! ”

The long knife dragged the red mist into the sky, like a blood-red giant blade.

The short knife brought up purple thunder and lightning, as if it was being pulled towards the red blade.

The vision of heaven and earth appeared.

"Ten Realms Gale ......"

"Is the combat power only 7500?"

A flat voice came from below, suddenly destroying all the momentum condensed by Nobuo Harayama!