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Chapter 195 Draw Your Sword, Jun Lu!

People have self-knowledge.

When he saw the "Qi" of his body melting like ice and snow in front of the Tang knife, Ji Wu knew that the attack strength of these enemies had exceeded his expectations.

With his own strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete.

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

He tried his best to bring back the track that was faintly out of control.

Two to one.

Please take out the Dinghaishen needle, so that it can be determined with one blow.

……

A sigh.

Wei gently hangs his left hand by his side and lifts it up at some point, with four fingers slightly bent.

The scarlet demon standing beside him trembled violently, and a cold light came out of the sheath and straightened up, but was held by a white and powerful hand in mid-air.

The picked up teacup gently fell on the wooden chair.

Wei's figure gradually dissipated.

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

"It's just that fighting against the same enemy as you is a disgrace to a warrior."

"So, I will only save you this time."

The three sentences, along with the three figures flickering in mid-air, emerged and disappeared simultaneously.

The crimson knife shadow transformed into a sunset glow in the sky, covering half of the floor.

A red demon is in the hands of Wei, like an antelope hanging horns, ethereal without any hint of fireworks, it arrives in an instant.

Kuromon Fuhaori rustled in the bitter air.

Wei stepped into the air with a sense of detachment, and slashed at him with a single blow.

Did not attack Lu Ze.

It just chopped towards the tip of the six-edged and octagonal Tang knife.

To be precise, it was the tip of Tang Zhijian's sword.

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

It can be said that since Wei disappeared and rose from the sky, the core of this world is only Wei.

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

……

Wei's stern eyes and Lu Ze's indifferent gaze met each other at this moment.

No contempt, no looking down.

It was a touch of 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 where he flicked a knife with two fingers and screamed like a dragon's chant, got Wei's approval.

Therefore, Wei now does not regard Lu Ze as an ant that can be crushed at will, but as an enemy of martial arts that he can finally face squarely.

Precisely because he is an enemy he recognizes.

Therefore, it is worthy of respect.

This knife, because of intentions, was inferior, but also sublimated because of respect, blocking it but not killing intent.

This is a tribute to Lu Ze as an opponent, and Wei's pride as the authentic master of the famous sword.

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

With appreciation in his eyes, he shook his head slightly.

[I appreciate you too, but I'm afraid not. 】

Everything can be delayed, only this matter cannot be delayed.

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

"—time stands still."

There is no gorgeous brilliance, no spreading momentum, and some are just freeze-frame pictures when the pause button is suddenly pressed.

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

The red cloud patterns meander all over the blade with an amazing sense of rhythm, with a hazy beauty.

There was a faint light around the blade, which was real light, and the faint light emitted in the slightly distorted space refracted the color of the red blade.

This knife completely ionized the air in all directions.

Abide by the etiquette of a warrior, and cut the shimmer with a single blow.

It is rare to see such characters in the world.

Lu Ze glanced over Wei's stern and young face, which was a heartfelt admiration.

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

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

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

A handle of [Cold Ridge] swirled like a fan, and gently brushed three meters in front of him under the terrifying high-frequency tremor.

Turning back lightly, putting the knife back into its sheath, Lu Ze looked straight ahead indifferently.

The time of 0.6 seconds is fleeting.

On the golden pointer rising from the sea of ​​consciousness, the countless dots that originally surrounded the surroundings instantly melted away.

tick...

The pointer resumes swinging.

A sunset glow divides the space into two.

It is like a clearly drawn stop line on the battlefield, with undisputed domineering.

Then, the black body with a thin line floating around his waist suddenly stopped.

Ji Wu's body fell heavily to the ground, breaking in two.

Wei's pupils instantly shrank a little.

"what--"

Ji Wu let out a painful roar from his soul.

Hundreds of millions, if not billions, of nanobots, this moment comes into play again.

The nano-robot blocked the blood vessel, and the fine black silk thread floated and squirmed from the bottom of the armor, butted against the two ends of the section, and was forcibly pulled.

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

It was a bone marrow-like pain.

He was obviously dead, but he was dragged half of his body out of hell by high technology, and then he kept rolling at the gate of hell, unable to advance or retreat.

This is truly life is worse than death.

The red clouds in the sky dissipated.

Wei lightly walked down the air, the mist dissipated under his feet, and finally landed.

His stern gaze finally fell on Lu Ze's sheathed Tang knife, and his voice was calm:

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

"Only you."

"With the posture of the eight realms, I have only seen swordsmanship so far in my life."

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

Wei rolled up the famous sword Zhengzong with his backhand, the handle of the knife stood in front of him, and the blade faced outward.

The moment his left hand brushed across the back of the blade, the air around the blade visible to the naked eye was also shaken to blur.

Moreover, unlike Lu Ze's white sword light, the authentic surface of the Red Demon is a reddish mist.

"I am the commander of the wasteland of the Tiger Shark Society. Wei, the realm of the nine-star wind, this sword is the famous sword Chi Yaozong, and it is also the quintessence of what I have learned all my life. If you kill the Tiger Shark Society, the big and small leaders, since they are under my control, I will eventually I'm going to show up. So today, I won't hold back from you."

"Your younger brother has the attitude of cultivation, and I will train him carefully after you die."

Straightforward and accurate, the words are correct.

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 growling on the ground, desperately trying to butt his body, and looked forward again.

"What you did seems to be different from what he said."

"So you weren't involved in the earlier events?"

Lu Ze also asked seriously.

"A real warrior should have no second thoughts about himself, and I disdain to be with him. So today, you are only my enemy." Wei's left hand brushed the back of the knife and put it on his right, holding the handle of the knife together, and the tip of the knife tilted forward slightly.

"—Ah?" Ji Wu, who was roaring, trembled, his eyes darkened, and he almost held his breath.

"Aren't you a wilderness warrior?" Lu Ze said again, his eyes swept over Ji Wu's pupils, they were as quiet as a cold pool, not even a little dark red.

"My heart is my own way, as clear as a mirror, bent on the mist, dare to disturb me." Wei's voice showed a little coldness, "I respect you as an opponent, it is useless to talk too much. Draw your sword, Mr. Lu."

Wei didn't bother to explain anything, including that he had arranged to see Lu Ming alone to avoid the pain of flesh and blood. These sporadic words would not stay in his mind at all.

His answer to Lu Ze was just to face up to Lu Ze's stunning cut just now.

That was the joy of meeting a rare opponent in martial arts.

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

At this moment, Wei didn't care about the huge difference between the king of war and the general of the war. In his eyes, there was only one young man who could be called a master of swordsmanship.

"it is good……"

It was rare to meet such an opponent who strictly abides by martial arts etiquette, and Lu Ze had to respond.

"My name is Lu Ze, and Ze is the source of all things. In the eight-star gust of 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, I will use it in the future, and it will be a pity if I get hurt. .”

Lu Ze raised his hand backwards, and Tang Dao [Cold Ridge] spun and fell into the hands of Lu Ming who was 20 meters behind him.

"Also, using a knife is disrespectful to you."

The two fingers of the right hand are close together, evoking the flowing clouds like water, gently standing in front of the eyes.

"If you survive three moves, I will spare your life."

(End of this chapter)