As soon as he finished speaking, the air flowing around Lu Ze suddenly became extremely thick.
The hem of the clothes strangely escapes the gravity of the earth and floats upward.
If Hezi stood aside wearing her precious glasses, she might be able to see the dazzling red color all over Lu Ze's body.
Wei looked straight at Lu Ze. At this moment, the black stripes on his body were also shaking slightly, and there was an invisible wind rising around him.
"Mr. Lu, maybe you don't quite understand, but I have entered the realm of violent wind."
"There is a world of difference between a war king and a war general."
"But your courage and confidence are what I admire very much."
It has to be said that, in terms of temperament and cultivation, Wei is the best choice among Lu Ze's opponents so far.
This is a young man who is proud and confident.
"I will retaliate with three swords. You should understand that the gap between you and me may seem small, but in fact it is a huge chasm."
"The first sword style, cut the moon."
The moment the calm voice fell, the air current surrounding the silence turned into a violent wind, and those eyes as quiet as a deep pool were like stars, finally showing their sharpness.
At this moment, Wei's momentum increased exponentially, and Lu Ming, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt a stinging pain in his eyebrows just by looking at it.
Taking a step forward, his body was dragged out of the phantom, and he leaned forward to rush forward.
The crazy waves were like volcanic lava bursting out and rushing down.
Lu Ze did not evade or dodge, still holding his two fingers together, and still had an indifferent look in his eyes.
Watching that crazy figure move two meters in front of you in an instant.
However, when he was about to arrive in front of Lu Ze, Wei Qianchong's figure suddenly stopped. The layers of phantoms suddenly folded into one, and his figure changed from virtual to solid. He held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head, performing 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 mist.
Because at this moment, a two-meter-high semi-arc red flame vertically cut through the "Wei" in the charging and slashing posture at twice the speed, and it came with a terrifying sharpness.
!
In the gap that was divided into two, one could see Wei appearing ten meters away, with indifferent eyes, holding up the sword, the blade shining like a cloud of fire.
That is the real Nine Realm War King - Wei.
Seemingly advancing but actually retreating.
It seems like retreating but actually attacking.
Between the virtual and the real, the energy of the sword is like the moon, which can cut off mountains and mountains.
This was the first sword that Wei Jing gave to Lu Ze. He had not yet stepped into the Eleven Star Realm, Storm, but had already created a fake sword energy in the Nine Stars Storm Realm with his talent.
Lu Ze finally moved at this moment.
In other words, he finally waited until the Kisaragi sword energy that broke through Mach 0.5 appeared in his sight.
Worthy of the King of War's blow, before the sword energy even got close to him, a squeezed space that was divided into two ends appeared above Lu Ze's head.
It is only a few meters long, and for ordinary people, he should be dead from the moment he sees it.
However, Lu Ze seemed to have expected it. The moment the sword energy split the afterimage of "Reed", he lightly stepped on his right foot and moved slightly.
The two fingers together drew a graceful and winding curve in mid-air, like a clear stream, obviously weak but with an indomitable intention, rushing towards the Rulan Saber Qi.
——Liu Shui Feng Fist·Breaking Tide.
Two fingers pressed into the side of the body, leading several winding streams into the river and the sea, and the half-moon sword light that cut heavily froze in an instant.
boom!
Two parallel white waves bloomed where Lu Ze's fingertips pressed.
The sword light that was several meters long suddenly stopped and disappeared in an instant.
The cold air blew and the hair on Lu Ze's forehead trembled violently, but the young man's eyes, as calm as the sea, did not waver at all.
He looked at Wei, who had already prepared his blade like fire, and spoke softly:
"Who are you, Nakamura Naoyi?"
The voice was not loud, but it caused a qualitative change in Wei's eyes for the first time. A bone-chilling murderous intent instantly appeared in his cold eyes. His pupils shrank to one point. He looked at Lu Ze with cold eyes, "How did you know this?
name!"
"Kirugetsu Sword? The name of this sword style should be Izumi Kirigetsu, the starting style of Shuiyun Mengliu." Lu Ze retracted the two fingers on his side and said casually: "It's just that your sword style is a bit persistent.
It’s all about appearance, as the saying goes, loud sounds are loud, but elephants are invisible. The day you can put away the sharp edge in this style of sword and reach the point where you can reach the level of a mirror, a flower in the water, a moon in the water, you will be in the state of great success.”
Lu Ze was not at all concerned about the piercing murderous intent, and did not even respond with hostility. He seemed to be just telling a friend an ordinary thing.
For Wei, this mild comment is tantamount to instantly setting off a storm in his heart!
Because this is the first person to expose what he really learned since he appeared in Jeju Island and entered the world!
"I'm asking you, how do you know the name Nakamura Naoyi!" Wei did not relax his vigilance because of Lu Ze's words. Instead, all the energy in his body was mobilized to the highest level. If Lu Ze said something wrong, he would face his fate.
Thunder sword power.
"Be content with gains and losses, be indifferent to successes and failures, and still move forward. He is a swordsman worthy of admiration. But I have never heard of him having any disciples."
There was a hint of nostalgia in Lu Ze's eyes. When the mist tower stood and the earth turned into one of millions of nodes, the consequence of the coordinates being exposed was that billions of humans would directly face the impact of the cosmic race.
In the next thirty years, no one will know that the Anunnaki, the legendary slave masters of the earth who once lived in myths and legends, really exist and happen to be the seventh batch of star race to emerge from the Mist Tower.
They are the only race to have ever arrived on Earth.
They carry deep and pure malice.
Thirty years later, in the ninth realm of the Mist Tower, their appearance almost interrupted mankind's exploration of the Mist Tower and the way to find life.
At that time, there was a neon swordsman in civilian clothes and straw shoes, with gray hair and a dull sword, standing behind everyone.
His last words before leaving this world, two lifetimes apart, are still as bright as the stars.
"There must be light at the end of the blissful hell. When all the clouds and mists are gone, there is only the bright moon in my heart. There is no dual path, good or bad, and the great road runs through the source of the heart. I have been dreaming for eighty-five years, and when I wake up, I return to sleep."
"My name is Nakamura Naoyoshi, and I would like to use my sword and my life to continue the fire of my clan for another ten years."
His name is Nakamura Naoyoshi, and he has thoroughly displayed the Shuiyun dream flow that he has practiced throughout his life in front of everyone.
In that battle, the sword energy was everywhere, cutting off the stars and moonlight.
Nakamura Naoyi used the power of the Eighteen Star Realm and meteorite level to kill twelve enemies of the Nineteen Star Realm with a single sword, and finally died of exhaustion.
He forever engraved his name on the monument of the Ninth Realm, and it was he who gave the human race fire bearers ten minutes that were 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 saved 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 in Neon Kingdom worthy of his admiration.
Little family and everyone.
The little self and the big self.
Nakamura Naoyi took the lead and taught the world a monumental lesson.
In the face of a powerful enemy, the destiny of mankind is closely linked. Only by abandoning all prejudices can we protect the destiny of the community.
