Chapter 711 Have you ever seen the most invincible sword?
How could he, Yajima Natsuki, have such a dangerous feeling?
It’s a huge smile——
Buzz!
A dragon roared.
Yajima Natsuki raised his head suddenly!
…
At this moment, there was silence outside the venue.
Maybe it was Lu Ze's calmness that attracted them from the beginning, or maybe it was because Lu Ze always faced the audience and the camera from the beginning.
Therefore, people outside the court saw Lu Ze's actions at this moment more clearly than those inside the court.
"The long sword is clear."
After uttering four words, Lu Ze finally took out his left hand from his trouser pocket, but he only did the simplest thing.
The sword stood before his eyes, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand tapped back, landing on the bright and clean mirror-like side.
Buzz——
As a result, everyone inside and outside the stadium heard a dragon roar.
The Han straight sword used for training showed amazing toughness, and actually achieved an exaggerated arc under the flick of Lu Ze's two fingers.
The sword bent for a moment, then suddenly straightened.
The back of the sword is dark and dark.
Those iron-colored and sticky shadows were finally unable to adhere to the ice, and all of them broke away at this moment.
So people saw Lu Ze flicking two fingers of his left hand, saw the process of bending and straightening the Han straight sword, and even saw the sound waves emitted by the entire sword.
The sound wave visible to the naked eye was in the shape of a sword, carrying a dragon's roar, and instantly rose into the air, colliding with Yajima Natsuki who had just caught the katana.
People saw a magical scene.
The sword shape was not in the form of a stab, but in the form of a seal that arrived directly from the front, creating a dent in front of Yajima Natsuki.
After that, the depression lasted no more than a moment.
boom!
The mist exploded.
Um?
"What!"
"What--"
"impossible!"
At this moment, in the preparation area of Sauron Academy, all the moon geniuses who looked up to them all stood up.
Because Lu Ze's sword-shaped sound wave that popped up at random actually smashed the compressed air in front of Yajima Natsuki in an instant.
As for Yajima Natsuki, who was already old at mid-air moves, he was hit directly by the sword-shaped air wave and flew backwards with a bang.
"Oh my God……"
Gabriel blinked in surprise and subconsciously made a cross in front of him.
Distant moon base.
In the live broadcast hall, which was originally a sea of joy, you can hear the needle drop at this moment.
Who could have imagined that a venue with 300 people partying would fall into absolute silence in one second.
War preparation seat.
Baili Changqi's eyes flashed with brilliance. Even with his temperament, he couldn't help but stand up and shout "Hello" at this moment.
Even Feng Yiluo, who seemed particularly silent today, looked at Lu Ze in disbelief.
With just a flick of two fingers, Lu Ze became the absolute focus of everyone's eyes in the second move of the fight.
His eyes focused on Lu Ze.
Suddenly——
A flash of silver light bloomed, which was actually a bit dazzling.
When Lu Ze raised his sword horizontally, the crowd was stunned.
Leng Gaoyi and others, who were previously dissatisfied with Lu Ze, now felt goosebumps all over their bodies.
Silver light rustling.
The Han Zhi sword, which was originally black and white, was completely reborn, with both sides as smooth as a mirror!
Lu Ze quietly looked at himself reflected in the sword, looked away, and looked into the air with a calm detachment from the world, looking at Yajima Natsuki who was blown away by the sword energy.
"Have you ever seen the most invincible sword?"
Lu Ze was asking quietly like an old friend for many years, without any fuss.
Of course there was no response.
Lu Ze actually didn't give the other party time to respond, because he directly answered the previous question by talking to himself.
"If you haven't seen it in the past, then from now on, please remember the appearance of this sword in my hand."
Lu Ze spoke calmly, put his left hand behind his back, raised his sword in his right hand, and took a step forward.
Like a pebble dropped into a deep, quiet pool.
The ripples rippled gently.
The echo is like a huge thunder tearing apart all the peace.
A gentle whirlwind rose from Lu Ze's feet, rising slowly and becoming larger and larger.
First step, the wind blows.
There was neither sadness nor joy in Lu Ze's eyes, and his wrists twisted slightly.
The long sword has no edge, but it carries a brilliance that is more brilliant than any edge in the world.
The second step is Yun Cong.
Thin mist of water suddenly floated around Lu Ze.
This scene gave everyone a strong visual impact.
Lu Ze did not look at Yajima Natsuki who had already adjusted his position in mid-air, nor did he look at the upcoming counterattack [Swallow Sword].
One step for one sentence, two steps for one poem.
"The white light absorbs the sun and the moon, and the purple energy repels the bull."
When the clouds rose, the Han straight sword in Lu Ze's hand had completely changed its appearance, and the entire sword body had been covered with a layer of white mist.
The lifted steps fell.
Lu Ze raised his lowered right hand.
Everyone’s hearts beat hard!
Even his hair almost stood on end.
Because, at this moment——
The extremely hard alloy ground actually had a huge depression with a diameter of more than five meters.
Lu Ze raised his sword upside down and climbed into the clouds to chase the moon.
The biting wind blew away all the strands of hair from Lu Ze's forehead.
The faithful camera recorded the young man's stern eyes and angular profile at this moment.
How indifferent yet so confident.
The shadow of the Jinghong brought back the thousand-year civilization of the Xia Kingdom, and the thick accumulation and almost substance flowed out from the afterimage.
——Tangjian·Gushi!
The pale white sword light slashed straight for ten feet, rising from the ground and leaving moon marks in the sky.
The end of the sword's light struck Yajima Natsuki, who had already completed the back of the sword.
No hurricane.
Silent waves stir.
People only saw a swarm of metallic white waves blowing behind Yajima Natsuki.
As for Yajima Natsuki himself, he was blown away like a baseball.
The sky is like clear clouds and bright moon.
The white waves have dispersed.
Lu Ze held the sword in one hand and dropped it lightly with his hands behind his back.
Carrying a sword alone, time travels backwards, unsullied.
That transcendence completely shocked everyone who saw this scene.
Xia Qingying, whose eyes were originally dull, suddenly turned to bright eyes and looked directly at Lu Ze's back.
The same poetry sword.
The same Han straight sword.
In this way, Lu Ze most inadvertently put together the broken sword in his hand for her.
【Have you ever seen the most invincible sword? 】
This sentence echoed in my ears.
Only then did people react in a daze.
What a confident statement Lu Ze made!
"I...actually misjudged the wrong person?"
Yajima Natsuki's strange accent sounded from the other side of the arena.
He stood up unsteadily.
There was indescribable violence in his eyes.
From beginning to end, the two only played three rounds.
In these three rounds, in the first style of Sharpening the Knife, Lu Ze avoided his attack without any injuries.
Then there was a simple flick of the sword and a sweeping sword move without any fireworks.
Then, the katana in his hand fell apart.
The ground is smashed!
Ding.
Lu Ze touched the ground with his long sword and walked forward step by step.
His words were still as calm as ever, or in other words, from yesterday to today, from outside the court to inside, his tone and tone had not changed at all.
"There are many more knives over there, you can choose as much as you like."
The unwavering tone made Yajima Natsuki's eyeballs turn slightly red.
This is irritating him!
"I do not need!"
This strange and twisted sound came from Yajima Natsuki's throat.
The second and third combat chips are 100% activated!
"No? Then get out."
A soft voice sounded.
A thin silver line emerged, cutting through a depth of twenty meters.
A series of afterimages reunited in an instant.
Lu Ze held his left hand behind his back and held the sword in his right hand. His eyes were indifferent, and the sword tip was gently pressed against Yajima Natsuki's chin.
When these words flashed together, his arms remained motionless and his wrists were raised slightly.
Along with it, the person holding the sword was raised.
boom!
Umbrella-shaped white waves hit the sky.
The human body rising straight up, whistling, showed the lunar audience what traditional Xia culture is.
