In less than a tenth of a second, Lei Luo passed through the thick smoke and dust and arrived in front of Hanzo.
The ground underfoot was cracked in large areas, and a series of clicking sounds were made under the heavy load.
A large amount of soil and gravel was brought up and rushed to the surroundings like a wave.
Wherever Lei Luo passed, his body clashed violently with the atmosphere, forming blade-like airflows that forcibly opened up a transparent vacuum tunnel in the dusty environment.
Lei Luo paused slightly, and the heavy and wide cloak on his shoulders was pulled straight by the shock wave, completely parallel to the ground.
With his left foot as the center of gravity, Lei Luo's body rotated slightly, and a whip leg swept towards Hanzo's waist with an unstoppable momentum, causing a scream.
Is the speed getting faster again?
Do you still want to do the same thing again?
The two thoughts fell quickly, Hanzo's eyes flashed with wisps of cold light, and the sword in his hand was slashed out after a short period of accumulation.
The sharp edges that tore through the air formed a dazzling white light, and its target was the right leg that Lei Luo kicked.
No matter how fast Jueking's speed becomes, as long as his eyes can still see clearly, Hanzo's sword can keep up.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Lei Luo's mouth, and his kicking speed not only did not slow down, but actually sped up a bit.
Tsk--a calf spun away from Lei Luo's body and passed through Hanzo's side, bringing up a series of bright red blood drops.
Lei Luo seemed to feel no pain at all. With the help of this rapid rotation, his left foot became an axis, his body drew a complete arc, and his right hand grabbed Hanzo's head.
The effect of inertia can make him faster.
At this moment, Hanzo's sword had just been swung out and he had no time to take it back.
However, this does not mean that the battle will end here.
"If this is your purpose..." Hanzo's lips moved slightly, as if he was telling something, but the speed of both parties at this time had already exceeded the speed of sound, and Lei Luo was destined to be unable to hear clearly.
"Then you underestimate me!" After the silent words, Hanzo's hands holding the sword shook slightly, and then, an inexplicable aura enveloped Lei Luo's heart.
"Swordsmanship. Second flash!" Two rays of cold light seemed to appear at the same time, attacking Lei Luo's wrist and chest almost indiscriminately.
"To be able to swing the sword in time under such circumstances is amazing." Lei Luo stared at Hanzo's face with unwavering eyes, secretly admiring Hanzo's swordsmanship, it was really incredible.
However, Lei Luo did not panic. At least what happened so far was within his expectation.
After the leg, this hand is also given to Hanzo.
Chi! Chi! After the cold light passed, blood mist exploded from Lei Luo's right wrist and chest at the same time.
Hanzo's body trembled slightly, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the sky, emitting a sharp sword energy.
This sword technique, the second flash, is Hanzo's trump card. He can swing two swords without any gaps. The visual effect is similar to that of sword techniques such as "Yan Fan", which has almost reached the ultimate level of sword technique.
Of course, the physical burden on Hanzo was also huge.
"You still haven't withdrawn?"
Staring closely at the Jueying opposite him, Hanzo's pupils shrank slightly, because the opponent had been stabbed three times and lost both his hands and feet, but he still stretched out his bare severed hand at full speed, intending to touch him.
But before he could be surprised, an anxious voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Master Hanzo! The person in front of you is the shadow clone! Pay attention to the six o'clock direction!"
Hanzo frowned slightly, not knowing where the sudden voice came from, let alone who said it, but the tone of his voice gave him a vague sense of familiarity, as if it was from one of his rain ninja jounin.
The information carried by the fluctuations of time finally reaches the future where it should arrive after a short wandering.
The reason why he chose delayed triggering was that firstly, Lei Luo did not want to involve extra energy for this, and secondly, Lei Luo was worried that Hanzo would detect from his subtle body movements or inadvertent eyes that the message was his own manipulation.
The tone of this message was deliberately created by Lei Luo in his mind, imitating a rain ninja jounin he had killed. The selected sentences were also carefully considered by him to arouse Hanzo's suspicion as much as possible.
Lei Luo was not surprised to see Hanzo's expression change slightly. He just raised his bloody arm and continued to reach Hanzo without any hesitation.
Anyway, as long as the body can be touched and the power of time can be transmitted, it doesn't really matter whether the palm exists or not.
Hanzo was also aware of Lei Luo's purpose, and seemed to still want to meet him.
It was just the inexplicable voice that appeared in his ears that made Hanzo a little concerned. The other person asked him to pay attention to the six o'clock direction, which was right behind him.
Why is there such a reminder? A certain subordinate is secretly observing his battle with Jueying?
Or is it illusion? Spiritual magic?
In this moment that seemed to be frozen in time, Hanzo's thoughts were swirling in his mind: The Jueying in front of him had been severely injured, but his eyes had not changed. He indeed looked a little dull, and maybe he would dissipate into smoke in the next second.
As for the splattered blood, it was most likely some kind of deception to cover up the true nature of the shadow clone.
But there was no sound of breaking the news behind him, and there was no premonition of danger. Is Jueying's true body really hiding behind him, waiting for an opportunity to attack?
Lei Luo's severed wrist was still getting closer inch by inch, and the dense bone stubble reflected a pale white color.
Hanzo knew that he had to make up his mind. He did not turn around to look behind him, and even the corner of his eye did not tilt.
Hanzo's face suddenly became extremely determined, and even revealed a hint of madness. He raised the sword and slashed down, aiming for Lei Luo's head!
At this moment of life and death, Hanzo decided to trust his intuition!
There was a trace of complexity on Lei Luo's face under the mask. From the beginning of the war to now, he finally couldn't help but speak and said the first sentence. "Hanzo, the Sanshouyu, should not be underestimated."
Even if you use your ultimate speed, fighting in close combat will completely fail to achieve your goal.
At this moment, Lei Luo completely gave up the idea of fighting Hanzo in the Taijutsu.
"Quadruple speed!"
Quadruple speed, from the perspective of movement speed alone, is Lei Luo's triple speed multiplied by four.
With triple speed plus various ninjutsu buffs superimposed, Lei Luo's current moving speed is about 500 meters per second, multiplied by four, it is 2000 meters per second.
Lei Luo has never perfectly controlled quadruple speed before, and the same is true now. Even if he barely uses it, it is impossible.
Just because this power is too powerful, it is completely beyond the reach of Lei Luo's current body.
It would be fine to simply rely on time perception at four times the speed to enhance dynamic vision, but if he wanted to make any action at four times the speed, he would encounter a violent backlash immediately.
Under the superposition of nearly six times the speed of sound, Lei Luo's fragile body will be cut into pieces by the oncoming surging air blades. Any movement will cause violent friction between the body and the atmosphere, and little sparks will form blazing flames, which will in turn destroy the body.
His body was burned to the ground.
But now his life is at stake. Lei Luo doesn't know if he can still use countercurrent if he suddenly loses his head, so he can only take the risk and activate the quadruple speed.
Time seemed to have completely frozen, and all the surrounding scenes were frozen in Lei Luo's perspective.
Lei Luo couldn't feel the breeze, couldn't feel the airflow, couldn't feel the transmission of any sound; the dust was stilled, the smoke stopped spreading, and tiny gravels just hung in the air.
The blade moved downward inch by inch in mid-air, like a snail climbing, and Hanzo's ferocious face seemed to stay at the previous moment, and then stay there forever.