When he saw his protective "qi" melting like ice and snow in front of the Tang sword, Ji Wu knew that the intensity of the enemy's attacks had exceeded his expectations.
It would be difficult for him to compete with him alone.
Therefore, Ji Wu, who was smart and intelligent, threw all the so-called dignity behind.
He strived to regain the trajectory that was faintly out of control.
Two against one.
Please take out the Dinghai Shenzhen and make sure it is determined with one blow.
…
A slight sigh.
Wei's left hand hung lightly by his side and he didn't know when to raise it, then slightly flexed his four fingers.
The Red Demon Zhengzong standing beside him shook violently, and a cold light came out of its sheath, but was held by a white and strong hand in mid-air.
The tea cup he picked up gently landed on the wooden chair.
Wei's figure slowly disappeared.
"Ji Jun, since I came here as promised by you, I can't just sit back and watch you die."
"It's just that it's a shame for a warrior to fight against the same enemy as you."
"So, I will save you only this time."
Three sentences, along with three figures flashing in the air, appeared and disappeared simultaneously.
The red knife shadow transformed like the sunset in the sky, covering half of the floor.
A red demon authentic sword was in Wei's hand, like an antelope hanging its horns, ethereal without any hint of fireworks, and it arrived in an instant.
The black patterned feather fabric rustled in the cold air.
Wei stepped into the air with a transcendent intention and slashed with his sword.
Did not attack Lu Ze.
He just slashed towards the tip of the six-sided and eight-sided Tang sword.
To be precise, it is the tip of Tang Zhijian.
The speed of this backhand knife is even three points faster than Lu Ze's.
It can be said that since Wei disappeared from the place and rose into the sky, Wei was the only one at the core of this world.
There is no need to deliberately release pressure, the figure standing in mid-air is the best testimony of unparalleled strength.
…
Wei's stern eyes and Lu Ze's indifferent gaze looked at each other at this moment.
No contempt, no looking down.
That's a light appreciation.
The two didn't speak, but the look in their eyes for a moment conveyed everything clearly.
Lu Ze's performance just now, especially the scene where he flicked the knife with two fingers and made a roar like a dragon, was recognized by Wei.
Therefore, Wei now does not regard Lu Ze as an ant that can be crushed at will, but as a martial arts enemy that he can finally face up to.
Precisely because he is his recognized enemy.
Therefore, you should be respected.
Therefore, this sword was only intended to block and not kill because of the inferior intention.
This is a tribute to Lu Ze as his opponent, and it is also Wei's pride as the master of the famous sword sect.
As for Lu Ze, the meaning conveyed is very simple...
There was appreciation in his eyes, but he shook his head slightly.
【I appreciate you too, but I'm afraid it's not possible.】
Everything can be delayed, but this is the only thing that cannot be delayed.
Deep in Lu Ze's pupils, a golden pointer appeared, carrying the highest law that transcends this world.
"——Time stands still."
There is no brilliant brilliance, no spreading momentum, just a freeze-frame scene where the pause button is suddenly pressed.
The red demon Zhengzong, which was dragged out of the sunset, finally revealed its face clearly.
The red cloud pattern winds all over the blade with a stunning rhythm, bringing with it a hazy beauty.
There is a shimmering light around the blade, which is real light. The shimmering light emitted in the slightly twisted space reflects the color of the red blade.
This knife actually completely ionized the air in all directions.
If you abide by the etiquette of a warrior, you can cut off the twilight with one sword.
It's rare to see such a person in the world.
Lu Ze glanced at Wei's stern young face, expressing his heartfelt appreciation.
However, after entering the ten realms of the tower in his previous life, he never had such a person in his mind.
Therefore, there is a high probability that the opponent fell before the ten realms...
A faint thought passed by in a flash, but Lu Ze's wrist never stopped.
With a [Hanling] handle, the blade was spinning like a fan, and it gently passed three meters in front of him with a terrifying high-frequency tremor.
Turning back lightly, sheathing the sword, Lu Ze looked straight ahead calmly.
0.6 seconds flies by.
On the golden pointer rising from the sea of consciousness, the countless stars surrounding it instantly melted away.
Tick...
The pointer resumes its swing.
A ray of sunset divided the space into two.
Like a clearly drawn stopping line on a battlefield, it carries an unquestionable domineering tone.
Then, the black body with thin lines floating around its waist suddenly stopped.
Ji Wu's body fell heavily to the ground and was broken in two pieces.
Wei's pupils shrank to a point in an instant.
"ah--"
Ji Wu let out a roar of pain from his soul.
Hundreds of millions, even billions, of nanorobots come into play again at this moment.
The nanorobot blocked the blood vessels, and the thin black silk thread floated and squirmed from under the Linjia, connecting the two ends of the section and pulling it forcefully.
It's just that Ji Wu has no other source of energy around him, so all of this is based on forcibly overdrafting Ji Wu's cell vitality.
It was as painful as bone marrow extraction.
He was obviously dead, but he was pulled half out of hell by high technology, and then kept rolling at the gate of hell, unable to advance or retreat.
This is truly life worse than death.
The red clouds in the sky dissipated.
Wei walked lightly through the air, the mist dissipating under her feet, and finally landed.
His stern gaze finally fell on Lu Ze's sheathed Tang sword, and his voice was calm:
"I entered the realm of violent wind. There is no sword in this world that I can't see clearly."
"Only you."
"With the appearance of the Eighth Realm, I have only seen swordsmanship like this in my life."
"Ji Jun is right, you are indeed worthy of my action."
Wei rolled up the famous sword Zhengzong with his backhand, with the handle standing in front of him and the blade facing outward.
The moment his left hand brushed against the back of the sword, the air around the blade visible to the naked eye was also blurred.
Moreover, unlike Lu Ze's white sword light, the surface of the Red Demon Zhengzong is glowing with a reddish mist.
"I am the commander of the Tiger Shark Association in the wasteland, Wei, in the Nine-Star Gale Wind Realm. This sword is the famous red demon authentic sword, and it is also the essence of what I have learned throughout my life. You have killed the commanders of the Tiger Shark Association, big and small. Since they are under my control, I will eventually
You have to show up. So today, I will not hold back on you."
"Your brother has a good attitude of cultivation. I will train him carefully after your death."
Be precise and precise, and speak clearly and accurately.
Wei looked at Lu Ze seriously. Both his tone and the look in his eyes showed that he was not joking.
Lu Ze glanced at Ji Wu who was still struggling and growling on the ground in a slightly strange way, trying desperately to connect his body, and then raised his head again and looked ahead.
"What you did seems to be different from what he said."
"So, you were not involved in the earlier incident?"
Lu Ze also asked seriously.
"A true warrior should have no second thoughts, and I disdain to associate with him. So today, you are only my enemy." Wei brushed the back of the sword with his left hand and put it on his right hand, holding the handle of the sword together, with the tip of the sword slightly tilted forward.
"——Ah?" Ji Wu, who was roaring, his voice trembled, his vision went dark, and he almost choked out of anger.
"Aren't you a wasteland warrior?" Lu Ze said again, his eyes scanning Ji Wu's pupils, which were as quiet as a cold pool, without any trace of crimson.
"My heart is my own. It is as clear as a mirror. How dare you disturb me in the fog." Wei's voice showed a slight coldness, "I respect you as my opponent. Talking more is useless. Draw your sword, Mr. Lu."
Wei didn't bother to explain anything, including the fact that he had previously arranged to keep Lu Ming alone to avoid physical pain. These scattered words would not stay in his mind at all.
His answer to Lu Ze was just a look at Lu Ze's stunning sword strike just now.
It was the joy of finally 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 war king and the war general. In his eyes, there was only one boy who could be called a master of swordsmanship.
"good……"
It was rare to encounter such an opponent who abided by martial arts etiquette, and Lu Ze had to respond.
"My name is Lu Ze, Ze of all things. In the realm of eight-star gale, this sword... I just picked it up. I don't know the name. The sword is good, so I won't take it out. After all, it will be used in the future. It will be a pity to get injured.
.”
Lu Ze casually raised his hand back, and the Tang Dao [Hanling] spun and fell into the hands of Lu Ming, who was twenty meters behind him.
"Besides, using a knife is disrespectful to you."
The two fingers of the right hand are brought together to raise the flowing clouds like water, and they are gently raised in front of the eyes.
"If you don't die after three moves, I will spare your life."
