The captain of the East China Sea didn't seem to see the look that Redno gave him, and nodded to the cold man wearing a Japanese-style robe next to him, the man toe a little to the ground, soared into the air, turned around beautifully, and landed lightly on the ring, holding a narrow and slightly short Dongying knife in his arms, and calmly said to Lu Hui: "In the lower willow fire, with the knife to confirm Your Excellency, a knife forward, life and death behind, please Mr. after I am defeated, cut off my head!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around, no one could have imagined that this Dongying swordsman would be so crazy that he would make such a crazy decision on the day of the king's great joy, even Lu Hui frowned, and persuaded him: "Today's competition is just to confirm what we have learned, and to offer a birthday gift to the king of the enemy, why bother with a fight between life and death?"

Liu Sheng Liuhuo smiled, and said calmly: "I have never understood the sword competition, I only know the knife technique of killing, and I can only do a duel of killing, as long as the knife is out of the sheath, life and death are not up to me, please you must show all your strength, and fight with me to the death! The blood spilled by the loser here today will be the most beautiful and festive color, and it is also the best respect for the opponent." Please Lu Jun and I will fight to the death!"

Everyone thought that this was a pretext for Yanagi's fire, only Du Xu and Redno understood Yanagi's thoughts, Redno was a Western blood clan, and Western nobles had always regarded honor as something more important than anything, although there was no such strange idea in the blood clan, but he still appreciated and understood this practice. Du Xu understands the urine of the Dongying nation too well, this nation that grows on a small island, is born with a delicate and aesthetic aesthetic concept, and regards the withering of cherry blossoms as the most beautiful thing, so it lacks respect for life, the samurai regard the death in battle as a martial art, and the daimyo cook the boy alive to "perceive" the "beauty" of life, and it is not surprising that Yanagi's approach is in line with the thought of Dongying.

Lu Hui felt Liu Sheng's pure killing intent, which was as bright and pure as the sword light, and people with such killing intent must be hungry for blood, whether it was the enemy's or his own. Lu Hui laughed suddenly, the whole person was full of energy, his attention was highly concentrated, and he was calm and calm before, judging the two of them, he shouted: "Okay! I was stingy just now, Lu Mou is here, witness your knife way!"

The laughter did not fall, a clear sword roared "Qiang!", echoed in the hall, as if ringing in everyone's ears, two slender silver-white sword weapons, slid down in Lu Hui's hands, Lu Hui raised it over his eyebrows, and said solemnly: "This sword name is Feishuang, Liuxue, the two swords are the same shape and quality, the sword is five feet three inches long, two inches wide, weighs nineteen catties, and is cast by the cold iron of the North Sea." ”

Liu Sheng Liuhuo held the slightly shorter Dongying knife in his hand in front of him, and said in a resolute tone: "This knife is called 'Flowing Fire', and its length and weight are undecided, it is a divine weapon made with my soul, and it is also my other half of my soul." ”

As soon as the words fell, Liu Sheng's figure flashed, and the whole person was like a ghost without a body, and went around to Lu Hui's side, like a poet who was sad in spring and autumn, and whispered: "Floating fireflies, dream bubbles." Life is once, and it is now extinguished. The long knife in his hand was unsheathed, and the cloud-like sword light flowed like water to the juniper, gentle and dangerous.

Lu Hui was dressed in white, and his steps were wrong, as if there was an invisible rope behind him, and he flew back strangely, and the silver swords in his hands were staggered, intertwining the silver light of the debut, blocking the space for Liu Sheng to move forward. The snowy sword light and the hazy sword light clashed hundreds of times in an instant, bursting out a little spark between the two, and Liu Sheng's hundreds of sharp slashes entered the dense sword web of Lu Juni, like a flying insect falling into a spider's web, haunted by death!

"The first type of flowing fire - flowing fireflies floating fire, dying in the twilight of life!" "Liu Sheng's knife light changed, the sword flow fire began to solve, a little bit of flowing fireflies, flowers and floating fires, under his hands to conjure, that is, the most fragile existence, but also the most perfect dream, the gentle fluorescent fire bloomed in the space around the cypress, no light is the fire of life, small and grand, fragile and strong, these fires of life are burning quietly.

The humblest of life, the ugliest thing, but also the most beautiful thing, every bit of firefly bursting, as if the most brilliant light, better than the sun, like a shooting star. Yanagi's long knife, with the last flashes of countless lives, seems to be interpreted with life, burned with life.

Yanagi seems to have returned to that distant memory, the gentle mother, the majestic father, the appearance of being accompanied by each other under the cherry blossoms, the warmest memories, the most touching touching, but this has always been set off by death and destruction, just like the warm blood splashed on the cherry blossoms, the so-called touching, is to show you the destruction of beauty, the so-called beauty, is to let life wither in the best years!

Under the sacrifice of countless flowing fires, the sword qi that was urged to the peak, with the most touching beauty of Yanagi, broke through the air, the only warm childhood in life, forever stayed in the twilight when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, the tears moved, the most reluctant feelings, were all destroyed at that moment, leaving only beautiful memories and desperate heartache. The joy on Yanagi's face made the sword flow fire seem to come to life.

In the eyes of everyone, the flowing fire knife in Liu Sheng's hand slashed towards Lu Juni, jumped slightly, and walked freely through Lu Juni's sword net, slashing sharply towards Lu Juni. But in Lu Hui's eyes, Yanagi's long knife has become Yanagi himself, interpreting Yanagi's joy and sorrow, with Yanagi's most beautiful touch, destroying the cruelty of this touch, and sublimating a beauty that transcends life and death.

The long knife that slashed straight at him, without the slightest murderous aura, as if the cherry blossoms were blowing down, became the master of the space of the ten zhang square circle, without a trace of breeze, without an inch of air, it became an extension of the long knife, with the emotion, sadness, despair, and numbness of Yanagi's life, becoming the most real blade to cut at him, there is no way back, nowhere to escape!

Lu Hui has no sorrow or joy, in the face of this beautiful and splendid knife, he seems to have been cut off by the decisive blade, this is not only a knife to himself, but also a knife to Liu Sheng to himself, under a knife, there is death and no life, Lu Hui has a burst of realization in his heart, if this knife does not bring back his blood, it will inevitably destroy Liu Sheng himself, this is a demonic knife technique.

The two swords are staggered, at the moment of life and death, Lu Hui fell into an unprecedented calm, pulled the thin sword in his left hand back to his eyes, and the long sword in his right hand was ready to go, at this critical moment, Lu Hui's heart flashed countless memories, there were elderly parents, the eldest brother who died early, a slightly stupid nephew, and his own power, wealth, strength, and dreams that have long been forgotten, in the corner where the memory has been yellowed, a young voice swore and said: "I will be a big hero in the future!"

A voice sounded in his ears, facing this knife, if you face this knife head-on, there is a chance that you will not survive, your swordsmanship is actually no worse than that widow, but I lost the opportunity and died like this, am I willing? Am I willing to leave behind the glory and wealth and the power of my relatives to face this knife? I have the infinite miracles on the Sunflower Treasure Book, and I have the enemy king and all the ancestors watching, as long as I endure, beg for mercy, and go to the enemy king, I can live, just like I did before, endure and endure to live, and live to have everything!

Lu Hui almost couldn't help but call out, unwilling to fill his heart, but I don't know why, he never took that step, did not kneel and beg for mercy, the long knife approached quickly, and the last opportunity to beg for mercy was not grasped by him, but his heart was unexpectedly calm, as if this was his inner choice, when he was a child, in the face of robbers who invaded his homeland, Lu Hui hid in the wheat stack, watched the eldest brother who had just become married die in the hands of the robbers, and watched his most respected eldest brother be dismembered by the blade, after that, he learned to endure, endured beating and scolding to learn martial arts, endured humiliation and curried favor with Shangguan, endured despair and watched his beloved woman put on someone else's wedding dress, he endured power, endured status, and endured peerless martial arts.

After enduring it for so long, why can't you endure it this time? Why is your heart full of unwillingness, but you calmly face all this? As if enlightened, Lu Hui showed a smile on his face, and a sword flew out in his right hand, and the sword light flashed, hitting the place where Liu Sheng's sword light was the strongest, and he was in a desperate situation, how could he retreat? After enduring it for so long, Lu Hui forced himself to a situation where there was no way to retreat for the first time, leaving everything behind, and stabbing this sword without hesitation.

For his dreams, for his dead eldest brother, for his elderly parents, for his own glory and wealth, monstrous power, peerless martial arts, there is a sword that has no retreat, and a sword that forgets death. For these things, Lu Hui endured for 30 years, and today in the unbearable situation, in the environment of no retreat, he used 30 years of life to interpret this sword, this sword is the seventy-two ways to ward off evil swordsmanship - no hesitation!

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