burst god

Chapter 198 Higher Mountain

Because at the moment when he opened his mouth, Wei looked forward instinctively, but suddenly found that the standing figure in his field of vision had long since disappeared.

people!

The line of sight moved upwards abruptly, and when a piece of rubble rising at the same time staggered the line of sight, Wei finally caught a familiar figure.

Lu Ze's negative hand...

Jump high into the air.

This time, he jumped ten meters vertically. Lu Ze looked at each other calmly, detached.

There was obviously enough energy left in this jump, and Wei could tell in an instant that Lu Ze could reach an altitude of 20 meters.

But, what's the use of just jumping up like this?

Even if you jump to the extreme, it is nothing more than finally reaching the same height.

However, Wei is not only fixed in the distance.

In the realm of strong winds, you can step on the air like a stone, and you can control everything with air.

This kind of super mobility is the root cause of the difference between the 9th level and the 8th level.

Make full use of the characteristics of the King of War Realm, and then integrate Lu Ze's sense of flowing clouds and flowing water into the world with a single knife into what he has learned.

"Listen to what you said, and it will be three years better than Xiu."

"How about my knife?"

At this moment, Wei's eyes were neither happy nor sad,

The famous sword Masamune is held horizontally in the right hand, with the blade pointing to the right and spinning counterclockwise in an instant.

In an instant, layers of sword shadows emerged, and Wei's figure suddenly turned into nothingness, spreading from the original place to the distance.

Every meter back, there is a silhouette with a knife that freezes and dissipates.

Ten steps back, is exactly ten meters back.

The horizontal distance between the two was stretched to a full 20 meters.

In other words, even if Lu Ze rises to the same level, because he can't step forward again, the final straight leap will fall short.

Never take off into the air until you can step into the air!

Before stepping into the Nine Realms, you never know how high the sky is and how big the world is.

This is the most precious experience obtained by countless Eighth Realm warriors through countless bloody battles.

In Wei's view, Lu Ze's move was a bit rash.

In a true master duel, there is no room for carelessness.

Chi Yaozheng turned a full 180-degree angle, and the blade finally landed on the left, and then stepped forward with Wei, leaning forward, with his head drooping, and the blade retracted under his left rib.

Tibetan knife technique.

Also known as the Potential Knife.

Relying on this charging stance with the beauty of strength and speed, the blade will be pulled out with the most domineering posture in the next instant.

The slender, white but callused right hand gently twisted the handle of the knife.

In an instant, the reed hanging in the air was swallowed by the rising crimson haze.

"The third type of knife, Flowing Clouds and Moon Dream Knife."

The flat voice fell, and Wei finally drew the knife.

At this moment, the stacked afterimages made half of his body a bit blurred, as if a dozen paper figurines were stacked together, with a certain beauty of order.

Wei only made a simple movement, that is, from the tip of the knife backwards to upwards and forwards.

In Neon Kendo, this is the standard upper cut.

But the "upper cut" at this moment is so different.

The trajectory of Masamune's swing and the afterimage of Wei's body had the same effect.

Layer upon layer of mirror images of the blade also emerged and disillusioned, and merged in turn into the blade that had stopped in mid-air.

It's like ten cameras replayed the same picture ten times at an interval of 0.1 second.

The famous knife that draws out the red sword spirit is authentic, like a weapon wrested from the quagmire of time, clear but unbroken.

As the first half-moon saber qi slashed out, the remaining 31 saber auras all bloomed in sequence.

Densely intertwined, one layer upon another, the space in front of them is chaotically cut, pouring towards the front.

Straight ahead, Lu Ze is about to rise to the highest point.

Along with it, there was that half-person-high piece of concrete.

Lu Ze looked at the saber aura filling the entire space, seeing the scene that was enough to shock and excite everyone's scalp, and there was no wave in his eyes.

He stretched out his right hand, palm facing inward, and raised his backhand.

boom!

The moment the four fingers swept the concrete rubble, it turned into several fragments and flew straight forward, pulling out several streams of white mist.

Compared with the 32 closely interlaced Crescent Saber Qi, although the speed and strength of the several fragments Lu Ze swung with his backhand were high, they seemed a bit too thin.

No matter how fast and strong...

There is only one consequence of those fragments colliding with the sword energy of dreams—turning into dust and falling down.

For this point, Wei has seen it from the beginning, so there is no fluctuation in his eyes.

As for Lu Ze, there was also no fluctuation in his eyes.

Looking ahead calmly, Lu Ze looked at the young man with a stern expression somewhat similar to Nakamura Shangyoshi, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was a nostalgia for everything he had faced.

Lu Ze's smile was reflected in Wei's pupils.

No hostility, no taunting, just...

A touch of encouragement?

At this moment, Wei felt in a trance that there was an illusion in front of his eyes.

He actually saw encouragement in the eyes of a boy ten years younger than himself?

At the moment when the saber energy is about to approach, instead of fighting back, he will show this kind of smile.

So, who are you encouraging...

me?

It was at the moment when Wei's thoughts just surfaced.

The whole world with Lu Ze as the center was instantly silent.

The air freezes.

The flames stand still.

The voice falters.

All the pictures are strangely frozen at this moment.

— time stands still.

The ethereal and distant great will suddenly descended into the world without a single sign.

In the invisible sea of ​​consciousness, the golden pointer stopped suddenly.

Lu Ze's right hand hanging in the air pinched the last broken piece just right, and pressed it lightly.

The fragments frozen in mid-air are like floating boards floating on the water surface, suddenly pressing down.

Lu Ze turned over and stood on the gravel with one hand.

In the eyes as calm as the sea, there are 32 saber auras fixed in the sky like abstract art, layer upon layer, like a labyrinth of organs, with an orderly beauty.

Folding lightly, Lu Ze's body flung forward.

The toes landed precisely on the second piece of gravel, and Lu Ze held the back with one hand. In this still world where there were no audience, no applause, and even a light and shadow machine could not remember it...

Bend your knees slightly, then give a kick.

The second piece of suspended gravel fell suddenly, and Lu Ze's figure shot out like a sharp arrow.

When he was about to bump into the static saber energy ahead, Lu Ze only tilted his head slightly, and passed the saber air with the meaning of death, without any waves in his eyes.

Third, fourth, fifth...

The gravel hit by Lu Ze's backhand just now is like the black and white keys on the piano being pressed one after another at this moment, sinking one after another.

In exchange for the sinking gravel, the slender figure quickly broke through the distance of 0.6 meters in 20 seconds.

The last piece of gravel was crushed!

Lu Ze's figure leaped high, leaped lightly from the tip of the Red Demon's authentic knife hanging in mid-air, and fell lightly.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the golden pointer with the world's most domineering principles swayed gently.

Less than half a second, fleeting.

The air of swords criss-crossed all over the sky, sinking into the distant wall.

A whole cloud of dust was raised.

However, Wei's heart was cold.

Because, under his saber aura, he didn't hit anything, not even cut off half a piece of clothing.

Lu Ze disappeared in front of him strangely.

There was no sign, no warning.

where is he?

No, wait!

Wei's pupils instantly shrank a little.

His keen eyesight caught the fragments falling at high speed one after another in mid-air.

Those fragments were perpendicular to the ground and fell at a speed almost like a cannonball.

These falling trajectories are instantly deduced and reproduced in the mind.

An unbelievable straight line finally emerged.

The end of that straight line...

It is myself.

So, Lu Ze is in his place?

The moment this ridiculous idea just surfaced.

A palm suddenly appeared on his right shoulder, and there was a voice as warm as water:

"This knife is not bad, it has three points of demeanor of Master Nakamura."

Still with a touch of encouragement, the white and strong palm was gently clasped.

Wei turned his head abruptly, and what he saw was the first profile face with sharp edges and corners and a calm face.

Lu Ze also turned his head back, showing a polite smile, and then the surging star power in the sea of ​​consciousness finally poured out along his arm.

That is the power released by the twice-reinforced star-origin cells, which is comparable to 5000 units of star-origin power, which is completely beyond the limit of the nine realms, infinitely close to the power of the ten realms...

It just sits on his right shoulder.

As soon as Wei opened his mouth, it felt as if the whole sky was carrying dark clouds, pressing down with a bang, and slapping his body heavily with an aura of inescapability and inevitability.

Like a salted fish being shot by a brown bear, he dragged several streams of white mist like waves, falling vertically at a speed almost like a cannonball.

boom--

Boom boom boom!

Eleventh floor, tenth floor, ninth floor.

He stepped through the entire three floors in an instant.

Lu Ming opened his eyes wide and looked at his own brother, who just followed a war king and disappeared under the ground like a ground-penetrating missile.

A shocking dust wave exploded.

Lu Ming suddenly raised his arm to cover it.

Amidst the large amount of smoke and dust, Lu Ming coughed violently, and finally came to his senses, leaning on the gun and staggering forward, looking down through the huge hole.

"elder brother!"

The smoke and dust came and went quickly, and the vision in front of him was faintly clear.

It seems to be on the ninth floor... no, above the eighth floor!

Two figures stayed.

Lu Ming blinked, and a huge sense of disobedience emerged in his heart with a surge of excitement.

What did he see?

He saw the war king Wei from the Neon Kingdom, whose body was embedded in the eighth floor, only half of his body was exposed.

He saw his own brother squatting on the ground, patted him on the shoulder as if encouraging him, and then stood up easily.

Is that combination of one tall and one short really my brother and Zhan Wang Wei?

[Let's have a [-]-[-] split with the King of War... After all, it's still a bit tricky. 】

The scene of drinking seabuckthorn yogurt in a milk tea shop, and the familiar answer from my own brother, came to mind with a huge sense of absurdity.

So, this is the [-]-[-] split you said?

Lu Ming, who is proficient in mathematics, had his cheeks twitching.

Then, at a certain moment, Lu Ming's expression froze suddenly.

Because, he suddenly discovered that no matter how unrealistic and incredible what his brother said when he first heard it, in the end...

have become a reality.

Just like the world is supposed to be like this.

The expression of Lu Ze calmly drinking milk tea flashed in Lu Ming's mind.

When facing Lin Zhidao's campus bullying, the words that his brother said when he took him away were already somewhat forgotten, but now they reappeared clearly.

【Don’t you want to personally participate in the process of changing the world and feel the beauty of this world? 】

So, in the future, I will also be able to personally experience all the beauty that this world bestows on all things. Can I also become one of the participants in changing the process of the world like you?

Yes, I can!

Lu Ming's slender body was half kneeling on the ground, his lowered eyes were shining like stars, the originally vague beliefs in his mind were instantly clear, his cognition of the world, his cognition of himself... At this moment, he was completely comprehensible.

The star power that kept sneaking in and finally dissipated all around suddenly seemed to find a place to vent at this moment, and began to gather crazily.

There was a soft sound like a spring silkworm breaking its cocoon in his mind, and Lu Ming's body trembled slightly.

In his ears, he "heard" the flowing voice of the world's origin, and "heard" countless whispers from far and near, carrying the atmosphere of all things, as if reborn.

The skinny boy raised his head slightly.

He felt the joy of his own cells, he felt a strange but friendly surge of power.

Lu Ming raised his head and looked at a grain of gravel that fell naturally in front of him, which was the dust that escaped from the broken floor.

He slightly raised his right index finger.

[Please pause for me. 】

gravel……

Hovering weirdly.

The calling of the heart is manifested in reality.

Lu Ming knelt down in a daze, grinning at the corners of his mouth, but tears flowed silently from the corners of his eyes.

……

……

Lu Ze, who just got up, seemed to feel something, and he raised his head.

Between the floors where the sunlight escaped, there was a lot of dust, but it couldn't block the pair of eyes that could see through the smoke and clouds of the world.

The phantom of the phoenix suddenly appeared, and Lu Ze "saw" it, the brilliance that bloomed like a ray of prajna.

The corner of Lu Ze's mouth curled up, with a brilliance from the heart.

As far as the mind reaches, the source of stars is like an arm.

A Ming is actually one of the few practitioners...a generalist.

To understand it with a bit of a bad taste, in the future era of dense star sources, racial confrontation, and star co-existence, the enlightened people above the ten realms will be able to manifest thousands of things with their thoughts, and they can move mountains and seas and burn the starry sky with just a lift of their hands. the great magician.

In official terms, it is a humanoid self-propelled nuclear bomb launcher.

So, Lu Ze smiled, and laughed happily.

A Ming, after all, opened the door by himself before he made a move.

And, stand at a higher and farther starting point.

As long as he doesn't fall in the middle, then in the era when all the stars will rise together in the future, the sky will eventually be able to engrave Lu Ming's name.

He, a little butterfly, finally fanned the first storm that started in China in this life.

Lu Ze, very satisfied.

Therefore, even looking at the reed embedded in the ground becomes more pleasing to the eye.

He stretched out a hand, hanging in front of Wei.

"Joining the WTO is a practice. I can let you see higher mountains and farther seas."

"Would you like to fight with me?"

Wei looked up blankly.

The strong counter-shock force merged with his downward force, gathering in his chest and abdomen.

But at this moment, he didn't know why there was a heat rising in his chest.

(End of this chapter)