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Chapter 196 Shuiyun Dream Flow

After the words fell, the air flowing around Lu Ze suddenly became extremely thick.

The hem of the clothes strangely escapes the gravity of the earth and floats upwards.

If Hezi stood aside wearing her precious glasses, she might be able to see the dazzling red color of Lu Ze's whole body.

Wei looked at Lu Ze with both eyes. At this moment, the black-patterned feathers on his body were also shaking slightly, and an invisible wind was rising around him.

"Lu Jun, maybe you don't quite understand, I have entered the realm of the wind."

"The war king and the war general are worlds apart."

"However, your courage and self-confidence are something I appreciate very much."

It has to be said that Wei is the best choice among the opponents Lu Ze has fought so far, no matter in terms of bearing or self-cultivation.

This is a proud and confident young man.

"I will reciprocate the three swords. You should understand that the gap between you and me seems small, but it is actually a natural moat."

"The first type of knife, Moon Cutting Slash."

The moment the plain voice fell, the airflow surrounded by silence turned into a gust of wind instantly, and those eyes, as quiet as a deep pool, were like stars shining, finally showing their sharpness.

At this moment, Wei's aura rose geometrically, and Lu Ming, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt a tingle between his brows just by watching.

Taking a step forward, the figure dragged out the phantom, leaned forward and rushed forward.

The wave of madness rushed down like a sudden burst of volcanic magma.

Lu Ze didn't dodge or dodge, still with two fingers together, still with indifferent eyes.

Seeing that crazy figure instantly bully him two meters in front of him.

However, when he was about to arrive in front of Lu Ze, Wei Qianchong's figure stopped suddenly, and the layers of phantoms suddenly folded into one, his body posture changed from virtual to real, with both hands holding the knife high above his head, a standard charging and slashing action.

Lu Ze's eyes finally blinked a little, but his eyes did not fall on Wei's figure, but looked further away, into the depths of the steaming dust and mist.

Because at this very moment, a two-meter-high, semi-arc-shaped red Liehua vertically cut through the "Weed" in the charging and slashing posture at twice the speed, and came with a creepy sharpness. !

In the gap that divides it into two, Wei can be seen appearing ten meters away, his eyes are indifferent, he is holding a knife, and the blade is like a stream of fire.

That is the real King of the Nine Realms——Wei.

It seems to be advancing but actually retreating.

It seems to be retreating.

Between the virtual and the real, the knife Qi is like the moon, which can break the mountains and mountains.

This is Wei Jing's first knife to Lu Ze. He has not stepped into the eleven-star storm, but he has already created a fake sword in the nine-star storm with the resources of the sky.

Lu Ze finally moved at this moment.

In other words, he finally waited for the Kisaragi sword energy that broke through Mach 0.5 that should have appeared in his sight.

Worthy of the blow of the King of War, before the saber qi got close to him, there was a squeezed space above Lu Ze's head that was divided into two ends.

But in just a few meters, for ordinary people, they should be dead when they see it.

However, Lu Ze seemed to have expected it a long time ago. The moment the knife qi just split the afterimage of the "reed", he lightly stepped on his right foot and twisted slightly.

The two fingers that are close together draw a beautiful and winding curve in mid-air, like a clear stream, it is obviously weak but with the intention of going forward, it rushes towards the sword-like energy.

——Flowing Water Unloading Wind Fist · Breaking the Tide.

Pressing two fingers into the side of the body, leading several winding streams into the river and sea, the heavily cut half-moon sword light froze instantly.

boom!

Two parallel white air waves bloomed under the pressure of Lu Ze's fingertips.

The several-meter-long sword light suddenly stopped and disappeared in an instant.

The bitter air blew the broken hair on Lu Ze's forehead and shook violently, but the boy's eyes that were as calm as the sea did not fluctuate at all.

He looked at Wei, who was already poised to make the blade like fire, and said softly:

"Who are you, Shangyoshi Nakamura?"

The voice was not loud, but it made Wei's gaze undergo a qualitative change for the first time. A piercing murderous intent suddenly appeared in his stern gaze, and his pupils shrank a little. He looked at Lu Ze with a cold gaze, "Where did you know this? name!"

"Qieyue Zhan? The name of this style of knife should be Quan Qieyue, the starting style of Shuiyun Mengliu." Lu Ze retracted the two fingers on his side, and said casually: "It's just that your knife is a little persistent. It’s all about the appearance, as the saying goes, the great sound has no sound, and the elephant has no form. When you can put away the sharpness in this style of knife and reach the end of the mirror, you will be in the realm of great accomplishment.”

Lu Ze didn't care about the biting killing intent at all, and didn't even respond with hostility. It seemed that he was just telling a friend about an ordinary thing.

For Wei, this faint comment is like setting off a storm in his heart instantly!

Because this is the first person who has broken what he has really learned since he appeared in Jeju Island and entered the WTO!

"I'm asking you, how do you know the name Nakamura Shangyoshi!" Wei did not let down his vigilance because of Lu Ze's words, but instead mobilized his whole body to the highest level, but if Lu Ze made a mistake in a sentence, he will welcome him Thunder Saber.

"Be content with gains and losses, be indifferent to success or failure, and keep moving forward. He is an admirable swordsman. It's just that I have never heard that he has a disciple."

There is a touch of nostalgia in Lu Ze's eyes. When the tower of mist stands tall and the earth turns into one of tens of thousands of nodes, the consequence of the coordinate exposure is that billions of human beings will directly face the impact of the cosmic race.

In the next 30 years, no one knew that the Anunnaki, the slave masters of the earth who once lived in myths and legends, really existed, and they happened to be the seventh batch of star races to emerge from the misty tower.

They are the only race that has ever reached Earth.

They carry a deep and pure malice.

Thirty years later, in the ninth realm of the Misty Tower, their appearance almost interrupted the way for human beings to explore the Misty Tower and search for vitality.

At that time, there was a neon swordsman in plain clothes and straw shoes, with white hair, holding a dull sword, standing behind everyone.

His last words before leaving the world are still as bright as stars after two lifetimes.

"There must be light at the end of the blissful hell. The clouds and mists are all dispersed, and there is only the bright moon in the heart. There is no difference between good and bad, and the road runs through the source of the heart. 85 years of dreams, wake up and return to sleep."

"My name is Nakamura Shangyoshi. With my sword and my life, I would like to continue the torch for my family for another ten years."

His name is Shangyi Nakamura, and he fully demonstrated the water cloud dream flow that he had practiced all his life in front of everyone.

In that battle, the saber qi criss-crossed, cutting off the stars and moonlight.

Nakamura Shangyi single-handedly beheaded twelve enemies of the [-]th star realm with the strength of the [-]th star realm and meteorite level, and finally died of exhaustion.

He engraved his name on the monument of the Ninth Realm forever, and it was he who won the human race's fire bearer 10 minutes as dazzling and precious as the sun.

In the end, the remaining 103 members of the advance army retreated to the Eighth Realm and successfully preserved the fire.

Lu Ze is one of these 103 people.

So, when he heard the name, nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

That was the only swordsman worthy of his admiration in the Neon Kingdom.

Small family and everyone.

Little me and big me.

Nakamura Shangyi took the lead and taught the world a monumental lesson.

In the face of the great enemy, the destiny of mankind is closely linked. Only by abandoning all prejudices can we protect the destiny of the community.

　At the end of the year, the department had various dinners and drinks...drank until 1 am last night, and arrived at home at 10 a.m. today. I didn't dare to get drunk...I don't cry or sell misery, but I have to be responsible to everyone, and I must explain clearly.I try to write.

　　

　

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