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Chapter 712 Have you ever seen the most invincible sword

How could he, Natsuo Yajima, have such a dangerous feeling?

It's just a big laugh--

hum!
A dragon chirping.

Yajima Natsuo raised his head suddenly!

……

At this moment, there was silence outside the arena.

Perhaps it was Lu Ze's calmness that attracted them from the beginning, or maybe it was Lu Ze who was always facing the audience and the camera from the beginning.

So outsiders could see Lu Ze's actions at this moment more clearly than insiders.

"The long sword should be clear."

After uttering four words lightly, Lu Ze finally pulled out his left hand that was kept in his trouser pocket, but he only did one simple thing.

Standing in front of the sword, the index finger and middle finger of the left hand knocked back and landed on the mirror-like side.

hum-

As a result, everyone on and off the court heard a dragon cry.

The straight Han sword used for training showed amazing toughness, and it actually achieved an exaggerated arc under Lu Ze's two-finger flick.

The blade bent for a moment, then straightened suddenly.

The back of the sword is dark and gloomy.

Those iron-colored sticky shadows finally couldn't adhere to the ice, and they all broke away at this moment.

So people saw Lu Ze lightly flicking two fingers of his left hand, saw the process of the straight sword of Han bending back and forth, and even saw the sound waves from the whole sword.

The sound wave visible to the naked eye was in the shape of a sword, with a dragon chant, and instantly flew into the air, colliding with Yajima Natsuo who had just caught the samurai sword.

People saw a magical scene.

The shape of the sword is not in the form of a thorn, but directly in the form of a seal, hitting a depression in front of Natsuo Yajima.

After that, the sag lasted no more than a moment.

boom!
The mist exploded.

Ok?
"what!"

"what--"

"impossible!"

At this moment, in the preparation area of ​​Sauron College, all those admired moon geniuses stood up.

Because, Lu Ze's random sword-shaped sound waves smashed into the compressed air in front of Natsuo Yajima in an instant.

And Natsuo Yajima, who was old in mid-air moves, was hit directly by the sword-shaped air wave, and flew upside down.

"Oh my God……"

Gabriel blinked in surprise, and subconsciously drew a cross in front of him.

A remote moon base.

In the live broadcast hall, which was originally a sea of ​​joy, you can hear a needle drop at this moment.

Who would have imagined that a venue with 300 people carnival would fall into absolute silence within a second.

Preparation seats.

Baili Changqi's eyes flashed brightly, and given his disposition, he couldn't help but stand up and say hello at this moment.

Even Feng Yiluo, who seemed extraordinarily quiet today, looked at Lu Ze in disbelief.

With just a flick of two fingers, Lu Ze completely became the absolute focus of everyone's eyes in the second fight.

All eyes focused on Lu Ze.

Suddenly—

A silver light bloomed, which was a bit dazzling.

When Lu Ze raised the long sword horizontally, the crowd was stunned.

Leng Gaoyi and others, who were dissatisfied with Lu Ze before, only felt a layer of goosebumps floating all over their bodies at the moment.

Silver light rustled.

The Han Zhijian, which was originally black and not slippery autumn, was completely reborn, and the front and back were as clean as a mirror!
Lu Ze quietly looked at himself reflected in the sword, moved his eyes away, and looked into the air with a kind of innocence beyond the world, looking at Yajima Natsuo who was blown away by the sword energy.

"Have you ever seen the most invincible sword?"

Lu Ze asked quietly like an old friend for many years, without a trace of fireworks.

Of course there was no response.

In fact, Lu Ze didn't allow the other party time to respond, because he answered the last question directly by talking to himself.

"If you haven't seen it in the past, then from now on, please seriously remember the appearance of the sword in my hand."

Lu Ze opened his mouth lightly, with his left hand behind him, and his right hand holding the sword, he took a step forward.

Like a stone dropped into a deep pool of silence.

The ripples swayed slightly.

The echo is like a huge thunder tearing through all the peace.

A gentle whirlwind rose from Lu Ze's feet, rising slowly, getting bigger and bigger.

The first step, the wind rises.

There was neither sadness nor joy in Lu Ze's eyes, and he twirled his wrist lightly.

The long sword has no edge, but it carries a brilliance that is more brilliant than any edge in this world.

The second step is Yuncong.

Thin water mist suddenly floated around Lu Ze.

This scene brought a strong visual impact to everyone.

Lu Ze didn't look at Yajima Natsuo who had already adjusted his position in mid-air, nor did he look at the move [Yan Xiejian] that was about to counterattack.

One step at a time, two steps at a time.

"White light embraces the sun and moon, and purple qi fights bulls."

When the clouds rose, the Han Zhijian completely changed in Lu Ze's hand, and the entire sword was covered with a layer of white mist.

The raised footsteps fell.

Lu Ze raised his hanging right hand.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat!
Even the hair almost stands on end.

Because, at this moment——

On the extremely hard alloy ground, there was a huge depression with a diameter of more than five meters.

And Lu Ze lifted the long sword upside down, climbing the clouds and chasing the moon straight to the sky.

The lingering wind blew away all the broken hair on Lu Ze's forehead.

The faithful camera recorded the boy's stern eyes and angular profile at this moment.

How indifferent and how confident.

The startling shadow brought back the millennium civilization of the Xia Kingdom, and the thick accumulation almost substantively flowed out from the afterimage.

——Tang Sword Ancient Trend!
The shallow white sword light cut ten feet straight, starting from the ground and sweeping the moon marks from the sky.

At the end of the sword light, he hit Yajima Natsuo, who had completed the sword back posture.

No hurricanes.

The silent waves stirred.

People only saw a sheet of metal white waves scraping behind Natsuo Yajima.

As for Yajima Natsuo himself, he was blown away like a baseball.

The sky is like clouds and moonlight.

The whitecaps are gone.

Lu Ze held the sword in one hand, and fell lightly with his hands behind his back.

Carrying a sword alone, time travels against time, spotless.

That detachment completely shocked all the people who saw this scene.

Xia Qingying, whose eyes were originally dim, turned bright at some point, looking straight at Lu Ze's back.

The same poetic sword.

The same Han straight sword.

In this way, Lu Ze inadvertently put together the broken sword in his hand for her.

[Have you ever seen the most invincible sword? 】

These words echoed in my ears.

Only then did people react in a trance.

How confident is Lu Ze's words!
"I... actually saw the wrong person?"

Natsuo Yajima's strange voice sounded from the other side of the arena.

He staggered to his feet.

There was an indescribable cruelty in his eyes.

From start to finish, the two only had three rounds.

In these three rounds, Lu Ze escaped his attack unscathed.

Then there is a simple flick of the sword and a sweep of the sword without any fireworks.

Then, the samurai sword in his hand collapsed like this.

It's a mess!
Ding.

Lu Ze tapped his long sword on the ground, and walked forward step by step unhurriedly.

His words are still calm, or from yesterday to today, from outside to inside, his tone of voice has not changed a bit.

"There are many knives over there, you can choose as you like."

The unwavering tone made Yajima Natsuo's eyes faintly red.

This is stimulating him!
"I do not need!"

There was this weird and distorted sound in Yajima Natsuo's throat.

The second and third battle chips - 100% activated!
"No? Then go away."

A fluttering voice sounded.

A thin silver line emerged, cutting through a depth of 20 meters.

A series of afterimages instantly become one.

Lu Ze held the sword behind his left hand and held the sword in his right hand. His eyes were indifferent, and the blade of the sword was lightly pressed against Yajima Natsuo's chin.

When these words flashed together, his arms remained motionless, and his wrists were slightly raised.

Along with it, there is also the person whose sword is resisting.

boom!
Umbrella-shaped white waves crash into the sky.

The straight-up human body, with whistling, showed the audience on the moon what is called the traditional Xia culture.

What is a cloud piercing arrow!

(End of this chapter)