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Chapter 401 Nitian First Class, Nobuo Harayama

Obviously, Lu Ze really revealed the origin of the other party!

"It looks like I guessed right."

Lu Ze shrugged, not surprised.

But for the mysterious person, it made him dignified for the first time.

Eleven figures took off their bamboo hats neatly, revealing a face of about forty years old with blue stubble, and their hair tied back randomly, looking wild and unrestrained.

The figure of the other party is slightly sideways, revealing two swords, one long and one short, lined up on the left and right.

After being silent for about two seconds, he calmly said:

"Two days first class, Nobuo Harayama."

Ertian First Class is not pure martial arts, but also includes a series of content such as military tactics, psychological warfare, and strategy.

As the inheritor of the ancient school of martial arts since the early days of Edo, Nobuo Harayama has always practiced the concept of the school of martial arts consistently.

The superior is plotting!

Take advantage of the right time, place and people to create the most favorable conditions for victory.

This is not insidious, but wisdom!

The wisdom of the wise men in Wuzhong!

But now, in the eyes of the Yanhuang Colonel in front of him, there is only plainness.

In the view of Nobuo Harayama, this is precisely the contempt of his wisdom that he is proud of.

Nobuo Harayama has already committed suicide.

But on the surface, Nobuo Harayama revealed a mysterious and generous smile.

"I don't know how to call you."

"My surname is Lu."

Lu Ze's eyes were dull, and as far as the words were concerned, he had no intention of saying his full name at all.

Since the other party still wants to play psychological warfare with him up to now, it's better to cooperate reluctantly.

It's just that I want to shake his heart with these words.

It's really childish.

In the era when the misty tower stood tall, even the most deceptive succubi could not disturb his mind at all.

Not to mention this age when no one has yet pushed the boundaries.

There was a slight change in the depths of Nobuo Harayama's pupils, but he concealed it well.

"Whether Mr. Lu has any last words, I can convey them."

His words belong to a kind of psychological suggestion that cleverly uses the environment and foreshadowing.

By instilling "I want to kill you" and "You must die", the opponent's psychological defense line is constantly tested. Once the opponent's emotional changes are caused, the "quietness" in the martial arts confrontation will be destroyed.

Once the opponent loses his calm, in the eyes of Nobuo Harayama, he is just a big cat in a mess.

"My last words?"

Lu Ze raised his head, his eyes showing nostalgia.

"I really wanted to leave a last word."

"It's just...you may not understand..."

Lu Ze moved his wrists, raised his feet, and finally crossed the dividing line between the slope and the plain, the gray mist and the red mist.

His voice passed peacefully across the plain and reached Nobuo Harayama's ears.

"Death is strange and distant to me."

Lu Ze's words reveal a long distance spanning a hundred years.

He has witnessed the life and death disillusionment of hundreds of millions of living beings, and he has broken through the situation of mortal death many times.

When fear is gone, there is no longer awe.

He began to enjoy the fun of fighting, which included a little bit of dismantling the so-called mortal realm.

As he once said to Jin Chenghui at the Fengyun Network Center.

Layout is art, and breaking the game is also an art.

Since they are all playing art, let's compare their skills.

Simple and straightforward.

……

A natural smile appeared on Lu Ze's face, as casual as walking after dinner.

At this moment, he seemed to be full of flaws, but Nobuo Harayama's fighting instinct kept sending warnings.

There was even a slight tingling sensation in the palm holding the handle of the knife.

Yuan Shanxin knew in his heart that the young Colonel Yanhuang in front of him was far more tenacious than expected.

Since the heart attack is ineffective, then the real chapter is in hand.

Both hands rest on the large and small knife handles at the same time.

Silently, the long and short knives were unsheathed at the same time, the left hand was horizontally forward, the right hand was behind, and the steps were slightly arched.

Just a casual glance, one can tell through the sparkling luster that these are two famous knives.

A fallen leaf that was swirling in the breeze passed the blade of the long tachi, and was split into two halves without a sound.

This subtle picture further illustrates the extraordinaryness of the blade.

"Lu Jun, today you will be buried here forever."

Nobuo Harayama raised his head, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took a sudden sideways step.

Lu Ze paused.

Because at this moment, where he was, the reddish mist spread around and melted and gathered strangely.

Shallow cyclones are densely covered and vary in size.

What's even more weird is that those cyclones are clearly a dynamic absolute plane.

If you look at it from a certain angle, you can see that it is a swirling mirror.

These mirrors vary in size and shape.

But what appeared in it was the same figure.

The eleven figures were reflected by the layers of these revealing "mirrors", and the effect of doubling was achieved in an instant.

22 figures.

"This style is called [Gone Sound], and it is best at breaking people's defenses."

Nobuo Harayama made a brief self-report with the spirit of Bushido, and the voice converged to Lu Ze through layers of mirrors.

The left hand held the long Taisao, and the autumn light shone on the edge of the blade. As Nobuo Harayama shook the handle lightly, the bright and clear appearance of the blade disappeared in an instant, turning into a phantom.

It was an extremely high frequency tremor.

There was a faint howling echo in the air that made the scalp tingle, like the roar of a hungry ghost.

Look at Nobuo Harayama again.

Unknowingly, red lines as thick as little fingers appeared on his face, these lines densely covered his cheeks like ferocious earthworms.

The image of the middle-aged man, who was considered refined, has completely turned into the appearance of an evil ghost.

Nobuo Harayama was full of evil spirits, and the long knife in his left hand was already surrounded by a fine red mist.

If you look carefully, you can find that the vibration frequency of the long knife is already terrifyingly high.

The ghostly cries of whining kept coming from the blade.

And those cyclone mirrors, not only the picture image, even the sound is clearly reproduced.

This area is full of weirdness.

The red mist quickly covered the blade, and then began to spread to Nobuo Harayama.

But in just one second, Nobuo Harayama's appearance changed drastically, like a ghost warrior walking out of the dark.

"Draw your weapon."

Lu Ze raised his eyelids peacefully, not paying attention to the large and small lenses surrounding him, dozens of figures.

He just separated his feet and made a simple starting gesture.

Cloud mother gesture like the way of Tai Chi.

It's just that Lu Ze's palm movements are a little more than Tai Chi push hands.

The four fingers that are slightly closed together, the bent wrist, the arc trajectory that seems slow but fast, and the afterimage with fine flowing clouds and white waves.

Lu Ze didn't look sideways, and shallow air currents floated silently at the bends of the joints of his body, like curls of white smoke, winding and transpiring.

"There is no need for weapons. They are only first-class, and I can kill you with both hands and ten fingers."

"This technique is called Flowing Water Unloading Wind Fist."

"Do you remember well?"

Lu Ze's eyes were emotionless, and he spoke lightly.

……

……

Two hands and five fingers?

The fierceness in Nobuo Harayama's eyes only increased.

"Using scheming in front of Ertian First Class is the most childish idea."

The voice of this neon warrior also changed, becoming thick and fierce, just like the evil ghost.

And the moment he spoke, his left wrist twisted violently.

The red mist surrounding the blade exploded in an instant, and there was a loud noise, as if an evil spirit had been born.

No, this is not a voice!

But densely packed...

22 echoes!

It's as if iron claws scrape steel, which makes people's teeth sore.

It seems that the bones are twisted and the muscles are tense.

Large expanses of red mist collapsed.

--Roar!

In the depths of the space, a roar actually sounded.

The roar was surging layer upon layer, layer upon layer.

It was originally a move that used the echo attack. Under the natural increase of the foggy mirror space, the power has achieved a geometric increase.

In an instant, a total of 44 red sound waves crashed out of the vortex mirror like a giant python, rushing and intertwining.

Those red sound waves don't know which mirror surface to drill out from, and don't know which mirror surface to drill into.

But what is certain is that every time the sound wave shuttles, it will become thicker, and the violent howling sound will become stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a giant red wave python came out from the side as if it had come to life, and stabbed heavily at Lu Ze's right shoulder.

22 Daohara Yamanobuo's red ghostly face also surfaced in the mirror at the same time, as if rushing towards Lu Ze at the same time.

At this moment, Lu Ze seemed to be alone in the deep valley, welcoming the rushing sound waves rushing from all directions.

Lu Ze didn't dodge or evade, and he didn't even have a side capital.

He just twisted his waist lightly, and in all directions, a circle of light mist waves suddenly appeared.

When the python-like red waves invaded Lu Ze's body by one meter, Lu Ze finally left.

Take small steps, with your legs leading your shoulders.

Lu Ze's left hand is like the horn of an antelope, with a misty trajectory that is unconstrained and unconstrained, and coincidentally appeared at the front of the red wave python.

Gently prick with four fingers, then withdraw quickly.

The movements are indescribably quick and light.

The giant python-like red air wave suddenly solidified, and instantly collapsed into fog and scattered away.

Like a broken water column, large waves gushed out.

Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, and he turned around and flicked his right hand lightly.

boom!

Another sound wave exploded, and the red mist scattered in all directions.

Only Lu Ze's body was unstained.

The red waves reflected by the mirrored space instantly boiled and gushed out crazily.

However, no matter how fast Hong Lang was, Lu Ze's casually raised palm was just as fast, always appearing at the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time.

44 python-like air waves pierced out from various tricky angles with a terrifying aura, and they poured out in just two seconds, completely covering Lu Ze.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, his right hand was gently raised into a palm, and his wrist was naturally bent...

Instantly pressed down.

Bend your knees, lean over, and press your palms into the ground.

[Flowing Water Unloading Wind Fist·Zhenshanhe]!

--boom!

With Lu Ze as the center.

Within 20 meters around the body, violent transpiration.

All the rushing red wave pythons were torn to pieces at this moment.

There was neither sadness nor joy on Lu Ze's face. When he raised his head, a blush suddenly appeared in his sight, and then suddenly magnified.

That was the tip of the long tachi sword.

Behind the tip of the knife is a ghostly face, vague and empty.

This type of sneak attack is hidden in the dust waves, tricky, sinister, and full of danger.

Nobuo Harayama's eyes were filled with only pity.

That is a charity to the dying.

However, he didn't see any panic in Lu Ze's eyes.

Ding.

A crisp crash sounded.

The long sword stopped suddenly.

Nobuo Harayama's pupils suddenly shrank into needlepoints.

Because Lu Ze's left hand did not know when to hook out two fingers, and the fingertips pressed a pure white mist in the air, and when the blade was about to face it, he pressed it precisely on the side of the blade.

What's more, this random two-finger press actually brought up an illusion of space collapse.

All the compressed airflow was finally unscrupulously released.

Nobuo Harayama's figure instantly collapsed into mist, and the long dagger was hooked by two fingers, and suddenly sank to the side with a violent wave.

Behind Lu Ze, there was a momentary distortion of space.

This is enough to prove how astonishing the power of the random touch just now is.

The long tachi spins and sinks into the mirror space, disappearing.

The terrifying echoes around him finally vanished into nothingness.

Lu Ze casually put down the two fingers standing in front of his eyes, and said lightly, "Is that all?"

"Humph!"

There was a sneer in the air.

"Your Excellency must have been in the 9-star realm for a long time. I am immersed in martial arts, which is really admirable." Nobuo Harayama's voice came from afar, "But here, I have the best time, place, and harmony with people."

"What's more, I am Ertian's first-class contemporary Taoist..."

The sound suddenly changed from a strong wind to a hurricane, sweeping across the sky.

Powerful, domineering, and attacking the earth from the sky.

After going back and forth, the figure of Nobuo Harayama appeared from the sky.

Click!

There was a sudden thunder.

The silhouette of the opponent was reflected.

Nobuo Harayama's neck suddenly twisted 180 degrees.

The back of the head is forward.

But not the back of the head.

It was a human face painted with white powder.

Different from the previous red ghost face, this face now looks sinister and cunning.

But upon closer inspection, there is a hint of dullness.

It was a mask carved from bones and flesh.

No, Nobuo Harayama is not facing Lu Ze, but has turned his back to Lu Ze at some point, standing in the sky.

The long sword that flew out of the spin appeared in his hand again, and he held it high.

His voice was like a god, covering the sky amidst the howling of gods and ghosts.

"Young generation, you can recognize the 10-star Gale Realm!"

At this moment, the turbulent flow that hit Nobuo Harayama's body unexpectedly solidified and squeezed strangely.

An almost substantial red air barrier formed around his body.

Nobuo Harayama turned around and showed the ghost face again.

At this moment, he has the dominance of competing in the world like a sword master in the Warring States Period.

"I am delighted to see you."

"You can be called the strongest person in the Yanhuang Army I have seen on this trip."

"The sound of the sea and the valley will carry word of your death to every corner of the island."

"This land will be the graveyard of your glorious death."

Condensate into a gang.

After a simple test, Nobuo Harayama finally chose the method of thunder after he thought he could see the reality of Lu Ze.

Kill the strongest with the fastest knife.

This will be a devastating blow to the biggest enemy in the battle for this trip - the Yanhuang Army.

Still attacking the heart.

The ubiquitous two-day first class.

Nobuo Harayama stretched out the five fingers of his right hand.

The fog in the distance began to boil.

A shadow whirled and flew.

The red mist finally began to be violent, and the sky once again showed thunder.

Lightning slashed on the spinning shadow.

It was as if a huge knife wheel cut horizontally towards Nobuo Harayama.

"This pose is my top-notch in the second day...Kong Ming Slash!"

The long knife pulls the red mist to the sky, like a blood-red giant blade.

The short knife picked up the purple lightning, and seemed to be pulling towards the red blade.

The phenomenon of heaven and earth appears.

"Ten realms of strong winds..."

"Is the combat power only 7500?"

A flat voice came from below, suddenly destroying all the momentum gathered by Nobuo Harayama!

(End of this chapter)