burst god

Chapter 192 What a Good Knife

Everything is very beautiful.

Moreover, the fact is also proceeding as he designed.

This feeling that everything is in the palm of his hand made Ji Wu a little fascinated.

Filling up the tea and sitting down leisurely, Ji Wu watched the live video on the [-]th floor, feeling the silence in the communication machine, with a hint of banter in his eyes.

"Marine general, aren't you satisfied with the game I arranged?"

"No, I'm very satisfied." A familiar and indifferent voice came from the communicator.

The sudden voice suddenly froze the leisurely look on Ji Wu's face.

Wei Meifeng, who was just about to serve tea, raised his eyebrows, and finally looked at the communication machine, and finally a little interest flashed in his indifferent eyes.

Mu She, who was dozens of kilometers away, was taken aback. He gently took the communicator open to his ear and turned it over to look.

A button-shaped metal patch is tightly attached to the back of the communicator, and the edge is shining with a light green luster.

so……

All of this was within General Lu Ze's expectation.

But, where is Lu Ze?

Mu She raised his head blankly, looking at the faded old TV tower in front of him.

At this moment, he returned to the scene where he went to perform the mission and met Lu Ze that night.

Why this feeling, so familiar...

……

……

"No, I'm satisfied."

Lu Ze stood in front of the glass door, pressed the earphone on his right ear casually, and lightly tapped on the glass door with two fingers. He looked at the interior calmly, and the man in leather with the ebony scabbard in his sight suddenly turned his head.

Lu Ze nodded with a smile, slightly bent his right index finger and middle finger, and then landed on the glass door again in a wave of white air trembling.

boom--

The entire glass covering more than four square meters instantly burst into fog. Only in the area where Lu Ze pointed his fingertips, a white wave shot out like a sharp arrow, passing straight across the 20-meter span, and struck between the eyebrows of the man in leather.

……

……

Ying Er Erjiu's pupils shrank into needlepoints in an instant.

Just as his six-edged and octagonal Tang knife was out of its sheath, a white wave was approaching in front of him through the shattered glass door.

The scabbard is down, and the drawer is rotated to pick up.

Completely inconsistent with the previous indifference and silence, Ying Er Erjiu showed the extraordinary quality of being a warrior of the 7th realm at this moment.

An astonishing cold light flashed across the air, and the thick and solid blade slashed fiercely at the white wave.

Then, all the capillaries on the skin surface of Ying Er Erjiu's hands...

burst at the same time.

A blood mist was mixed in the spreading white air waves, and he was knocked back two meters by the momentum!

Two deep marks were plowed under the feet.

Only the hexagonal and octagonal Tang Dao, which was finally out of its sheath and fitted with a keel, still shone with a cold light, its sharpness remained the same, and it was not stained with dust.

"A good knife."

In the swirling dust and fog, the light gray windbreaker was gently rolled by the disordered airflow, and Lu Ze walked out with one hand in his pocket.

"A Ming, we're home." The gentle voice flowed through my heart like a spring.

Lu Ming, who was sitting on the iron chair, raised his head in disbelief. The moment he saw the familiar tall figure, he was already beyond excited.

"elder brother!"

Lu Ze nodded gently, then looked at Ying Er Er Jiu who was bouncing up from the ground, and said the classic line that Ji Wu had rehearsed countless times in his mind:

"I only give you one chance..."

"Surrender, or die?"

Ying Er Er Jiu's eyes were cold, and when he turned his wrist, the blade made a sound like a dragon's chant.

The blade of 90 cm, but at this moment, a faint light of the blade emerges, and it rolls out with the momentum of cutting off the dust.

This knife can break bullets, cut steel armor, and kill giant beasts.

In the Dao of the Sword, Ying [-] is enough to establish a sect in any city.

How could these people change their beliefs because of Lu Ze's few words.

The moment I heard that sentence, besides anger, there was also a crazy fighting spirit in my heart.

"die!"

With a shout, the light of the blade in Ying Er Erjiu's hand rose again by half a meter, and the edge of the blade split into three with the force of the attack.

Twelve Swordsmanship of Tang Dynasty·Phantom Sword!

This is a forbidden move in the martial arts he has learned.

This knife is designed to attack the vital points of the human body, once hit, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

Lu Ze's gentle eyes when he looked at his younger brother suddenly became indifferent at this moment, and a phantom of a phoenix flashed in the depths of his pupils.

The figure did not retreat but advanced, and when he took a light step forward, countless dust particles suddenly trembled from the surface of the windbreaker.

then……

Under Ying Er Erjiu's shocking eyes, the moment Lu Ze stepped forward with his right foot and landed, his figure also split into three!

Interspersed.

It's like superimposed movie screens.

Three figures made three movements.

Holding the flowing cloud like water in the right hand, he rolled up a dozen shallow traces of white waves in mid-air, and turned to the left.

The edge of the palm sank into the blade light.

At this moment, it seemed that several forging machines hit the blade at the same time with high frequency.

The already terrifying power was stacked together and released in an instant, with an unrivaled momentum.

Starting from the tip of the knife, to the handle, and then to Ying Ererjiu's palm and wrist holding the handle, the shock was blurred at the same time.

The blood vessels and cartilage in the wrist cannot bear such pain at all.

With a mournful cry, [Cold Ridge] Tang Dao came out of his hand.

Together with Ying [-], he swung out to the left side.

Lu Ze stepped back, clenched his left hand into a fist, and stared indifferently at the figure passing in front of him.

At this moment, the back of the windbreaker was suddenly swept up by the disorderly air wave!

"I didn't like banning hands."

"It's just that you really offended me this time."

In Lu Ze's surging sea of ​​star origin knowledge, 200 units of star origin power melted instantly.

What was replaced was that fist that smashed through the sky like a meteorite, and with the spiraling air wave, it smashed through half a meter in an instant.

boom!

The shock wave suddenly spread vertically from the front of the fist, running away with unparalleled momentum.

In mid-air, Ying [-]'s entire back suddenly bulged by nearly fifteen centimeters, and suddenly flew upside down ten meters, embedding heavily on the opposite wall like a mural.

His eyes were full of astonishment.

This punch pierced the limit of his nervous reaction, and preserved all his expressions during his lifetime.

Dust rustled down.

The solid thick wall poured with concrete was smashed into a dead body.

hum.

The hexagonal and octagonal Tang knife with a cold luster was inserted into the ground obliquely.

Lu Ze's figure transformed into three dissipated and merged into one after this killing fist with real anger. He leaned down gently and pulled out the master Tang knife.

"It's a nice knife."

He slashed to the side casually.

The sword light spewed out, sparks splashed everywhere.

The layers of iron chains that bound Lu Ming's body were split in two.

"A Ming, we are going home."

Lu Ze walked out calmly.

Ah!

Lu Ming was so excited that anyone who saw this miraculous scene would be amazed and overwhelmed by it.

Brother once again showed his side like a god coming down to earth in front of him!

If the previous experience was a seed that Lu Ze planted for him, then this moment is the rain sprinkled by Lu Ze, which made Lu Ming finally move forward on the road of being a strong man!

Outside the door, a large number of figures rushed out.

It was a figure also wearing a leather jacket.

More than a dozen muzzles were raised.

There is no need to say more about the scene on the field.

When the trigger was pulled, dozens of tongues of flame spewed out.

Lu Ze rolled up the saber across his side, looked outside the door, and raised his head indifferently...

(End of this chapter)