Lu Ze's words were very light and polite.

But for the parties, it is a sentence of heart.

In an instant, all the eyes in the field gathered on Lu Ze...... Wan Ziyue in front of him!

After this Yandu tycoon, who had been watching from the wall from the beginning, his eyes were gloomy.

The elegance that once appeared in front of his companions is now gone.

But his family background, the background that has grown up in the proud family for 20 years, has not made him lose the pride in his bones.

"Why should I tell you?" The corners of Wan Ziyue's mouth hooked up into a sneer.

"Kill me forty-two people in the wasteland, I see that Your Excellency was smiling happily before, and I can't help but be curious." Lu Ze was calm, not caring about the other party's attitude at all, let alone Yu Yiming, who was next to him like a great enemy.

This Gyeonggi disciple with a military aura has all the hairs on his body standing up at this moment, always reminding him that the person in front of him is extremely dangerous.

"I'm here to watch the game, and it's a good fight, can't you laugh?" Wan Ziyue's level of speech is much higher than that of a pure martial artist, and he naturally has his support when he says this.

From beginning to end, he didn't make a move, and he didn't even open his mouth when Lu Zege killed Shangguan Fifth.

Because he was already sharp-minded, he had already noticed that the reason why Lu Ze was unscrupulous and killed was clearly stepping on the rules.

As soon as you enter the arena, life and death are up to you.

This is a one-size-fits-all life-and-death fight.

Shangguan is the fifth participant, and Lu Ze is also a participant.

But he is really an audience.

In front of everyone, as long as he is still within the range of human society, unless Lu Ze doesn't want to live, how dare he make a move against him?

After thinking about this, Wan Ziyue's mentality gradually returned, and the impact of the accident just now became dull.

"Then I wonder if Your Excellency has laughed enough?" Lu Ze said lightly.

"How about laughing enough, and what if you don't laugh enough?" After a few words of confrontation, Wan Ziyue saw that the other party did not make a rash move, and he sneered in his heart.

"If you've laughed enough, go down by yourself and kowtow respectfully to forty-two heads, and I'm sure your attitude may move some people." Lu Ze said disapprehantly.

In an instant, Wan Ziyue's face was gloomy and terrifying, his eyes suddenly turned hideous, and he looked at Lu Ze:

"Kill my ten thousand families to worship ......"

"Kill my Beifu Guard......"

"I haven't settled this account with you yet, and now you dare to come to the door."

"If I don't go, will you dare to kill me!?"

Wan Ziyue's eyes were full of rebelliousness, and the domineering of the family's heritage was undoubtedly evident at this moment.

"I think you misunderstood."

However, Lu Ze's reaction was like a reservoir standing there quietly, allowing the waves to surge without moving.

"I'm not talking to you. And you, too, have no choice. ”

When the words fell, Lu Ze took half a step forward, and his body pressed straight towards Wan Ziyue.

A hint of pity flashed in the depths of Wan Ziyue's eyes.

Because he knows that his cordon is half a meter......

This world is not a world of brute force alone.

In addition to martial arts, there are also ......

Technology.

For example, the rate of fire of bullets can reach 2200 m/s.

A bullet at 6 times the speed of sound, sweeping a distance of 100 meters, does not even need a tenth of a second.

On the basis of the human nerve response of 100ms, it is even compressed by a full half!

Even Yu Yiming beside him didn't know that Wan Ziyue's defensive radius was even enough to spread to a hundred meters away.

The two excellent marksmen in China have already set up two Gauss sniper rifles of the Deep Shadow series in the darkroom in the corner of the light control room to snipe and kill behemoths above 6 stars.

Superior sniper, superior heavy sniper rifle.

Mental calculation without intention.

Wan Ziyue's back hand is not moving, and if he moves, it is a thunder killing.

Yanbei Wanjia, a hidden family known as the emperor's dagger hundreds of years ago, one of its ancestral teachings is...... But if there is a grudge, if there is a mistake, don't let it go.

Therefore, this is the final killer move from Wan Ziyue's conspiracy.

[Goodbye, poor worm.] 】

……

It's just that at this moment, Wan Ziyue, whose eyes have been fixed in another world, can't hear the two words that flashed in Lu Ze's heart, nor can he see the scene that is like a miracle.

[Stillness.] 】

An absolute stillness of 0.7 seconds is such a luxury for a war king.

Two distorted air trajectories ran through Lu Ze, and at the top of the trajectories, two six-centimeter-long threaded warheads hovered three inches outside his left and right temples.

The tip of the warhead is compressed air that has been forcibly squeezed and torn apart, and people's eyes can naturally see a strange sense of deviation when they sweep here.

Lu Ze calmly looked at Wan Ziyue's frozen face, raised his hands at will, gently clamped the sniper warhead on their respective sides with his index finger and middle finger, and twisted his wrist calmly.

Two bullets were turned horizontally 180 degrees.

The back of his finger flicked at the tail of the warhead at random, the direction of the warhead shifted slightly, and Lu Ze put down his hands.

The phantom of the golden pointer in his eyes quietly disappeared.

Two diagonal lines, tearing through the space at a faster speed, flew upside down along the angle that had been shot.

Bang!

In the dark room a hundred meters away, two figures raised their heads suddenly, and the blood flowers at the center of their eyebrows exploded instantly.

With a pop, two bright peonies were embroidered on the dark wall of the room.

……

Wan Ziyue still had a deep pity in his eyes.

Then, he saw Lu Ze stretch out one of his palms and land on top of his head.

Well?

What's the situation?

Wan Ziyue was stunned for a moment, and the next second he felt his hair and scalp being grabbed, and the sharp pain made his eyes bloodshot suddenly, his chin jerked up, and a subconscious roar came out of his throat.

"Wait, you can't touch him!" Yu Yiming stopped suddenly, this series of changes had dazzled him.

If it weren't for the strength of a 7-star gene martial artist himself, I'm afraid it would be too late to even speak at this moment.

"Ten thousand families! He is from Yanbei Wanjia! If something happens to him, the consequences are unimaginable. Yu Yiming couldn't sit still anymore, and explained everything clearly at the fastest speed.

"Oh......"

Lu Ze looked sideways at Yu Yiming, his eyes were flat, and his right hand pressed down on the back of Wan Ziyue's head.

The terrifying power like an ancient giant elephant suddenly bloomed, and Wan Ziyue, who was struggling, only felt that he was being pressed from the clouds to the earth out of thin air, and his head and his entire body almost rose.

Bang!

The handsome appearance of the son of the Wan family suddenly turned black in front of him, and his whole handsome face collided with the ground.

The bridge of the nose collapsed instantly, the extreme acidity, the extreme pain, mixed together, along the rich facial nerves to the brain, tears, blood, and snot mixed together, accompanied by Wan Ziyue's miserable howl that was not like a human voice.

"And what if I want to move?"

Lu Ze spoke softly, holding a knife in one hand and dragging Wan Ziyue with his face in the other, and walked down the high platform with his eyes indifferently and walked towards the arena.

"Otherwise, what cats and dogs think Shang Nan is a soft persimmon and want to take a bite?"

"Then where is my Lu Ze's face?"

"The life of the warriors of the wasteland, who can give me an explanation!"

With a casual throw, Wan Ziyue was thrown into the arena like a dead dog, kneeling down in front of the ten dead wasteland warriors.

Lu Ze stood aside with his hands in his hands, his eyes cold and ruthless.

"Forty-two lives, kowtow in front of these five thousand people."

Wan Ziyue's whole body trembled, he stood up with his hands on the ground, raised his head and looked back fiercely, revealing his bloody face.

"You're insulting me!"

"That's right."

Wan Ziyue was greeted by a scabbard drawn horizontally, slamming heavily on his face, sending him flying to the ground.

"I'm insulting you and the people behind you."

Lu Ze looked down at his feet, his eyes were indifferent, and his heart palpitated even more.

Yu Yiming's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, he had always been calm, but at this moment, all the muscles in his face froze.

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