In this situation, if there were personnel from the scientific research department of the Combat Association, or personnel from the Yanhuang Military's top research institute, they would be shocked beyond measure.
Because this is a strange sight that has never happened before.
This is a great discovery enough to update the catalog of fog detection science.
But to Lu Ze, there was no surprise in the depths of his pupils, not even a hint of ripples appeared.
Instead, there was an incomprehensible... nostalgia.
"In this life, I actually saw it twelve years ago."
"Now that we have seen the mirror, is it still far away from the real tower?"
Lu Ze closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling how fresh the air here was.
After two seconds, he opened his eyes, and an unexplainable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"If you choose this place as a cemetery, I'm afraid it will really give your teammates a headache."
The voice of talking to oneself has just stopped.
The melodious melody was carried lightly in the breeze.
The implication is soft and distant, describing the confusion and pain of the world with a melody that is easiest for ordinary people to understand.
The struggling living beings are trapped in endless reincarnations under the pull of karma.
In this melody, I seem to understand the various aspects of life...peaks, troughs, childhood, aging and death.
"The misery of the world annoys me a lot. This song "Misty Sea Chi"..."
Lu Ze smiled, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he said in an indifferent voice:
"Are you attending your own funeral?"
Just like the artistic conception shown in the song, the fog turns into a sea and the clock starts over and over again, which makes people feel bored and sinking.
One of the three neon songs - "Fog Sea Chi"!
Lu Ze's voice fell.
The shakuhachi rhythm in the depths of the mist disappeared silently.
Another symmetrical bolt of lightning flashed through the air, sinking into the ground and causing smoke to curl up.
Only this time, in front of Lu Ze's left, the originally calm red mist suddenly began to twist.
But in an instant, a slender arc-shaped twist suddenly stabbed out, less than one centimeter wide and more than three meters high!
The moment the distortion appeared, just looking at it had an edge that made it impossible to look directly at it, as if the skin had been torn.
It was clearly an air knife that formed without any warning.
However, Lu Ze's eyes did not stop at the arc-shaped sword energy that emerged from sixty meters away. Instead, he looked casually to the right, thirty meters ahead.
There is nothing there.
wrong!
When Lu Ze cast his gaze, the originally empty area suddenly stabbed out with a sword energy.
It’s only one centimeter wide and over three meters high!
The shape and edge are exactly the same as the one on the left front.
Even the speed is exactly the same. If it were not noticed in advance, the probability of being hit would be infinitely close to 100%.
Lu Ze only made an ordinary movement in less than a tenth of a second.
Take half a step back.
Hold up two fingers of your left hand and gently press your fingertips forward.
The three-meter-high slender air knife flew past Lu Ze in an instant. The most terrifying thing was that it was not even three centimeters away from the tip of Lu Ze's nose.
Originally, the air knife should have failed like this.
However, the two fingers stretched out by Lu Ze's left hand happened to lightly press on the surface of the air knife.
Therefore, ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from in front of Lu Ze.
If you slow down this scene fifty times, you can clearly see that the air knife entered a "Q-bomb" state for a moment when it passed in front of Lu Ze.
Even when Lu Ze retracted his finger, the blade light formed by the compressed air still rebounded.
Time flies.
The air knife cut through the mist, bringing up astonishing scorching heat, silently plowing the ground, spreading out for a full thirty meters, silently splitting five huge rocks on the side and behind before finally disappearing invisible.
Lu Ze gently rubbed his fingertips, feeling the touch just now, as if he was savoring something.
"good."
“It’s very flexible, but it lacks some charm.”
Lu Ze gave a fair evaluation and looked into the depths of the mist with his hands behind his hands.
The phantom of the phoenix appearing in his pupils seemed to be able to see clearly through the layers of fog and the truth hidden within.
A silhouette of a human figure appeared eerily a hundred meters away.
No, it's three ways.
No……
Five ways, seven ways...
Finally, a total of eleven not-so-tall silhouettes appeared in a fan-shaped area of 100 meters in front.
"They" made an action at the same time.
Take off the bamboo hat on your head and untie the raincoat.
The outline of the body, which is neither tall nor strong, is revealed.
The other party's voice also came at this moment.
It was as if 11 people were speaking at the same time in front of them, their voices overlapping, like echoes overlapping, ethereal and seamless.
"You seem to be very familiar with my neon culture."
The voice is light and slightly hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes that have been experienced by the changes in the world.
This was the first time that the mysterious man spoke in such a fair and peaceful manner, speaking in the Xia language with a clear accent. If he hadn't introduced himself, no one would have thought he was a Neon man.
Facing Lu Ze, this mysterious man's attitude was like that of an old friend reunited. He didn't have the slightest intention to kill or feel any guilt. It seemed that the sneak attack just now had nothing to do with him.
"It's really familiar."
Lu Ze did not deny it, nor did he care about the other party's pretentious attitude, he said casually.
"Oh, the culture of the Xia Kingdom has a long history. Most of the time, people in our country admire the five thousand years of civilization. It is really rare for practitioners like you to be proficient in our civilization."
There was a slight change in the figure's movements. He did not draw the sword, but adjusted his stance more naturally to make himself more casual.
Zhongzheng's calm voice continued: "Can I understand that you have been obsessed with my culture?"
Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, and he smiled after hearing this voice, "Not really."
"oh?"
The mysterious person communicated with Lu Ze through the air, and was obviously a little surprised by Lu Ze's decisive answer.
But soon, Lu Ze's cheerful voice came clearly and gave him a clear answer:
"It's just that I killed too many neon warriors. Nothing but familiarity."
The figures in the fan-shaped area a hundred meters ahead stood straight at the same time.
There was an unspeakable chill.
But that peaceful voice finally became cold, heavy and depressing.
"Arrogant people usually don't live long."
"I agree with this, so I always seek truth from facts. Honesty is a virtue, and it is also a kind of respect for oneself." Lu Ze's tone was relaxed, and there was no hint of the tension that the war was about to begin.
It really feels like two old friends catching up after not seeing each other for a long time.
Moreover, Lu Ze seemed to be in a good mood and asked a rare question: "But I think your style is inconsistent with the ordinary neon martial arts."
"The main point of swordsmanship is to defeat the enemy. Based on this purpose, anything can be done."
The mysterious man gave a cold reply.
Lu Ze suddenly realized it and smiled: "I see, your style reminds me of a certain school."
At this moment, there was a certain indifference in Lu Ze's voice.
"What genre?"
The mysterious man is equally indifferent to each other.
“First class in two days.”
After Lu Ze finished speaking, the eleven figures in front of him suddenly raised their heads!
