Chapter 400: First Class in Two Days, Nobuo Harayama
Obviously, Lu Ze really revealed the origin of the other party!
"It looks like I guessed it right."
Lu Ze shrugged, not feeling any surprise.
But for the mysterious man, it made him serious for the first time.
The eleven figures uniformly took off their hats, revealing a face of about forty years old with green stubble, and their hair was tied back casually, looking bohemian.
The opponent's figure turned slightly, revealing two tachi swords, one long and one short, arranged on the left and right.
After about two seconds of silence, he calmly said:
"First class in two days, Nobuo Harayama."
Ertian Yiyi is not purely martial arts, but also includes a series of contents such as military art, psychological warfare, strategy, etc.
As a successor of the ancient school that has been passed down since the early Edo period, Nobuo Harayama has always consistently practiced the concept of school martial arts.
The superior plans!
Take advantage of the right time, place, and people to create the most favorable conditions for victory.
This is not called insidious, but called wisdom!
The wisdom of the wise in martial arts!
But now, the eyes of Colonel Yanhuang in front of him only looked dull.
In Nobuo Harayama's view, this is precisely the contempt for his proud wisdom.
Nobuo Harayama is already murderous.
But on the surface, Nobuo Harayama showed a mysterious and majestic smile.
"I don't know what to call you."
"My surname is Lu."
Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent and he had no intention of saying his full name.
Since the other party still wants to play psychological warfare with him, then he should reluctantly cooperate.
It's just that I want to shake his heart with these words.
It's really too childish.
In the era when the Mist Tower was standing, even the most bewitching succubus could not disturb his mind at all.
Not to mention this era where no one has yet broken the boundaries.
There was a slight change in the depths of Nobuo Harayama's pupils, but he concealed it very well.
"If Mr. Lu has any last words, I can convey them to you."
His words are 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 is constantly tested. Once the opponent's emotional changes are caused, the "quiet" in the martial arts confrontation will be destroyed.
Once the opponent loses his composure, in the eyes of Nobuo Harayama, he is nothing more than a big cat in disarray.
"My last words?"
Lu Ze raised his head, his eyes showing nostalgia.
"I really want to leave my last words."
"It's just... you may not understand..."
Lu Ze moved his wrists, raised his feet and moved forward, finally crossing the dividing line between slopes and plains, gray fog and red fog.
His voice swept across the plains peacefully and reached Nobuo Harayama's ears.
"Death is strange and far away to me."
Lu Ze's words conveyed the distance that spanned a hundred years.
He has witnessed the disillusionment of life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings, and he has escaped from the situation of certain death countless times.
When fear leaves, there is no longer any fear.
He began to enjoy the fun of fighting, which included a little bit of the fun of dismantling the so-called death situation.
Just as he once said to Jin Chenghui at Fengyun Network Center.
Layout is an art, breaking the situation is also an art.
Since we are all interested in art, let’s compare our skills.
Simple and direct.
…
Lu Ze had a natural smile on his face, as casual as taking a walk after dinner.
At this moment, he seemed to have flaws all over his body, but Nobuo Harayama's combat intuition kept sending warnings.
There was even a slight tingling sensation in the palm holding the handle of the knife.
Nobuhiro Harayama understood clearly that the young Colonel Yanhuang in front of him was far more tenacious than expected.
Since the attack on the mind is ineffective, then we have the real deal.
Put both hands on the handles of the large and small knives at the same time.
Silently, the long and short swords were unsheathed at the same time, the left hand was placed forward, the right hand was held behind, and the steps were slightly arched.
Just by taking a casual look, you can tell through the water-like luster that these are two famous swords.
A fallen leaf whirled by the breeze passed by the blade of the Chotachi sword and split into two halves silently.
This subtle picture further illustrates the extraordinary nature of the blade.
"Lu Jun, you will sleep here forever today."
Nobuo Harayama raised his head, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took a sudden step to the side.
Lu Ze paused.
Because at this moment, where he was, the light red mist spread all around, and the light red mist strangely melted and gathered together.
Shallow cyclones are densely covered, varying 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 spiral mirror.
These mirrors are large or small, with different shapes and contours.
But what appears in them is the same figure.
The eleven figures are reflected through the layers of these revealing "mirrors", and the effect is doubled in an instant.
Twenty-two figures.
"This style is called [Valley Sound], and it's the best at destroying people's defenses."
Nobuo Harayama gave a short self-narration in the spirit of Bushido, and his voice came to Lu Ze through layers of mirrors.
He held his Chotachi in his left hand, and the autumn light shone on the blade. As Nobuo Harayama lightly shook the handle, the originally bright and clear blade disappeared in an instant and turned into a shadow.
It was an extremely high-frequency tremor.
There was a faint, scalp-numbing howling echo in the air, like the roar of a hungry ghost.
Look at Nobuo Harayama again.
At some point, red lines as thick as his little finger appeared on his face, and these lines covered his cheeks like ferocious earthworms.
The original image of a relatively elegant middle-aged man completely transformed into the appearance of a devil.
Nobuo Harayama was filled with evil spirits, and the long sword in his left hand was already surrounded by a fine red mist.
If you look carefully, you can find that the trembling frequency of the long knife has reached a terrifying level.
The ghostly cries kept coming from the blade.
As for those cyclone mirrors, not only the images, but even the sounds are clearly reproduced.
This area is full of weirdness.
The red mist quickly covered the blade, and then began to spread towards Nobuo Harayama.
In just one second, Nobuo Harayama's appearance changed drastically, as if he was a ghost warrior coming out of the netherworld.
"Draw your weapons."
Lu Ze raised his eyelids calmly, not paying attention to the large and small lenses and dozens of figures surrounding him.
He just spread his feet and made a simple starting position.
The Yun Shou Mu posture is similar to the way of Tai Chi.
It's just that Lu Ze's palm movements have more movements than Tai Chi Push Hands.
The four fingers that are slightly held together, the bent wrist, the seemingly slow but fast arc trajectory, and the afterimage of the fine flowing clouds and white waves.
Lu Ze didn't squint his eyes. Everywhere in the joints of his body, shallow air currents floated silently, like curls of white smoke, meandering and steaming.
"There's no need for weapons. It's just a first-rate weapon. It's enough for me to kill you with just two hands and ten fingers."
"This technique is called Flowing Water Discharging Wind Fist."
"Can you remember it well?"
Lu Ze looked emotionless and spoke calmly.
…
…
Five fingers on both hands?
The fierceness in Nobuo Harayama's eyes only increased.
"Using a stratagem in front of Ertian Yiyi is the most childish idea."
The neon warrior's voice also changed, becoming rich and fierce, just like the evil ghost.
And the moment he opened his mouth, his left wrist suddenly twisted.
The red mist surrounding the blade exploded instantly, causing a loud noise, as if an evil ghost was born.
No, this is not a voice!
But densely packed...
Twenty-two echoes!
It's like iron claws scratching steel, which makes people's teeth feel sore.
It's like the bones are twisted and the muscles are tense.
Large tracts of red mist collapsed.
--Roar!
Deep in the space, a roar actually sounded.
That roar stirred up layer upon layer, layer upon layer.
This is a move that uses echo attacks. Under the natural increase of the foggy mirror space, the power has achieved a geometric increase.
In an instant, a total of forty-four red sound waves hit the vortex mirror like a giant python, rushing and intertwining.
I don’t know which mirror those red sound waves came out of, and I don’t know which mirror they penetrated into.
But what is certain is that the sound wave will become thicker every time it travels, and the violent roar will become stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, a huge red-wave python suddenly came out from the side as if it came alive and stabbed Lu Ze's right shoulder hard.
The red ghost face of Nobuo Harayama of the Twenty-Two Paths also appeared in the mirror at the same time, and seemed to be rushing towards Lu Ze at the same time.
At this moment, Lu Ze seemed to be alone in a deep valley, welcoming the rushing waves of sound coming from all directions.
Lu Ze didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't even sidestep him.
He just twisted his waist slightly, and a shallow wave of mist suddenly appeared in all directions.
When the python-like red wave invaded one meter of Lu Ze's body, Lu Ze finally set off.
Take small steps and bring your legs to your shoulders.
Lu Ze's left hand was like an antelope hanging its horns, and with an imaginative and imaginative trajectory, it appeared at the forefront of the red wave python.
Prick lightly with four fingers and quickly withdraw.
His movements are indescribably swift and agile.
The giant python-like red air wave suddenly solidified, instantly collapsed into mist, and dispersed in all directions.
Like a water column that was broken up, large waves surged out.
Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, he turned around and flicked his right hand gently.
boom!
Another sound wave exploded, and the red mist dispersed in all directions.
Only Lu Ze's body was not stained at all.
Those red waves reflected through the mirror space instantly boiled and poured out crazily.
However, no matter how fast Hong Lang was, Lu Ze's casually raised palms were just as fast, and he would always appear in the most appropriate place at the most appropriate time.
Forty-four python-like air waves with shocking momentum pierced out from various tricky angles. They poured out in just two seconds and completely enveloped Lu Ze.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, his right hand was gently raised into a palm, and his wrist naturally bent...
Press it hard in an instant.
Bend your knees, lean over, and press your palms into the earth.
[Liu Shui Feng Fist·Suppressing Mountains and Rivers]!
--boom!
Take Lu Ze as the center of the circle.
Within 20 meters of the body, steam was violently erupting.
All the red wave pythons that rushed towards them were torn to pieces at this moment.
There was neither sadness nor joy on Lu Ze's face. He raised his head, and a flash of bright red suddenly appeared in his sight, and then suddenly enlarged.
That's the tip of the Chotachi sword.
Behind the tip of the knife is a ghost-like face, blurry and void.
This sneak attack is hidden in the dust waves. It is cunning, insidious, and full of danger.
There was only pity in Nobuo Harayama's eyes.
That is charity to the dying.
However, he did not see any panic in Lu Ze's eyes.
Ding.
There was a crisp collision sound.
The Chodachi suddenly stopped.
Nobuo Harayama's pupils suddenly shrank into needlepoints.
Because Lu Ze's left hand hooked up two fingers at some point, and the fingertips pressed out a pure white mist in the air. When the blade was about to face him, he pressed it accurately on the side of the blade tip.
What's more, this random press of two fingers actually gave rise to the illusion that the space was collapsing.
All the compressed airflow is finally released unbridled.
The figure of Nobuo Harayama instantly collapsed into mist, and the long sword was hooked by two fingers, causing a violent wave and suddenly sank into the side.
Behind Lu Ze, the space was distorted for a moment.
This is enough to prove how amazing the power of this casual press just now is.
The Chodachi rotated and disappeared into the mirror space.
The terrifying echoes all around finally disappeared.
Lu Ze casually put down the two fingers in front of his eyes and said lightly: "Is that all?"
"snort!"
A sneer filled the air.
"Your Excellency must have been in the 9-star realm for a long time. He has been immersed in martial arts, which is really admirable." Nobuo Harayama's voice came from afar, "But here, I have the right time, place, and people."
"What's more, I am one of the first-class contemporary Taoists in the world..."
The sound suddenly turned from a strong wind to a hurricane, sweeping across the sky.
Powerful and domineering, it strikes from the sky to the earth.
As he went and returned, the figure of Nobuo Harayama emerged from the sky.