Can you afford to drink...
Can you afford to drink...
Lin Zhidao sat there blankly. At this moment, he felt that he was starting to feel trance-like and even had delusions.
Yes, only in dreams can such unrealistic things happen.
Does anyone dare to confront Lin Chujun head-on? You're kidding, hahahaha, you must be joking.
But he smiled and smiled and soon stopped laughing, because goosebumps began to appear on his arms due to the cold stimulation.
Lin Zhidao shrank back.
The same surname, but he is from the Lin family in Heishui Street, Dinluo District, while Lin Chujun is from the Lin family in Shangnan City. If this gap follows the normal pace of development, Lin Chujun will probably be able to catch up to half of it by the time he is 80 years old...
Even his own father would smile and take care of Lin Chujun when he saw her.
Even though he had sent such a message to Lin Chujun before, and even insulted her face, when the other party actually appeared in front of her, the fear of seeing a natural enemy resurfaced in his heart.
It’s a lie to say you’re not afraid!
Lin Chujun's eyes turned cold for a moment. Looking at the entire Shangnan City, no one dared to speak to her like this.
In the past twenty years, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of the Shang Nanlin family!
Yi Ying stood silently behind Lin Chujun from the beginning to the end after humiliating her ministers. Cold anger flashed in the depths of her pupils.
Under the capable short hair, she has a face with neutral beauty, and a white suit sets off her lines extremely coolly. But if you add the long and short swords hanging side by side on the left side of her waist, in this standard Japanese samurai sword Under the sword-wielding technique, Yi Ying's whole person showed a sharp and dangerous look at this moment.
"presumptuous!"
The woman stopped drinking, pushed her left thumb forward, and a cold light suddenly appeared in the square inch. She held the handle in the air with her right hand, twisted her wrist, and Yi Ying took a step forward.
The wakizashi [Sakura Red], about 43 centimeters long, cuts a visual distortion in the air like a stream. The faint pink blade moiré flashes in the air with a coquettish beauty, cutting off everyone's voices, straight Cut three inches below Lu Ze's neck.
From scolding to drawing the knife, only one-fifth of a second passed. That thin body showed a fierceness and dominance that was completely inconsistent with its own!
Lin Chujun's expression was as usual, and he was clearly sitting there with his chin in his hands, but at this moment, he felt like he was looking down from above, as cold as an ice sculpture.
Lin Zhidao opened his mouth, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and there was a tremor from his soul deep in his eyes.
Zhao Ping and Yao Zhou didn't react at all, and were still looking at Lu Ze blankly.
Lu Ming, with his back to Lin Chujun and Lin Chujun, looked at his brother quietly, as if he knew nothing about what was going on behind him.
The startled dust particles were gently rolled up by the airflow, reflecting the tiny colors in the sunlight that poured into the room, and time seemed to slow down. The actions of everyone in the field...
At this moment, everything is in sight.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The Star Source Clock still hangs quietly above the Sea of Consciousness, moving leisurely.
However, the red flame as thin as an ox hair trembled slightly at this moment. The pores all over the body opened at the same time, greedily sensing all the vitality around him, blood flow, sound waves, air flow, star source power...
Crack... crack.
Like a candle exploding inadvertently, when this non-existent voice bloomed in my mind, the sea of silent consciousness finally stirred up anger in an instant.
Lu Ze's eyes were calm, and there was an indescribable majesty flashing under his indifference.
Just as no one could see clearly how Yi Ying pulled out the wakashi, no one could see when Lu Ze's right hand on the tea table disappeared, leaving only two curved and subtle white air waves in the air.
That is the trajectory of two fingers cutting through the air. You can obviously see it, but you can never catch up.
The two fingers of the right hand are spread out, and a V shape with a 30° angle is hovering in front of the eyes. Within the next tenth of a second, the two fingertips are brought together at will.
Ding!
The cold light stopped abruptly.
The slight tremor from the weapon clearly floated in the tea room.
The strong air flow spread in all directions, cutting into pieces the floating tea mist.
The turbulent current blew the broken hair on the young man's forehead, revealing his bright and calm eyes.
It was as if time had slowed down and returned to normal, but it brought a shocking picture that was beyond reality.
Lin Zhidao's mouth was so full that he could almost fit a fist into it. He felt as if he was watching a science fiction movie.
Lu, Lu Ze, with just two fingers, lightly clamped the wakizashi that cut the air.
At the end of the short sword, Yi Ying's eyes were equally frightened and angry. No matter how hard she thrust forward or pulled back, her two fingers would not move at all, as if cast from steel.
"Second-rate swordsmanship, third-rate swordsmanship. Is this how Tsukahara Sensou taught you? Then he can commit suicide."
"Sir, please insult me! (Don't insult my teacher!)" When she suddenly heard that familiar and respected name, Yi Ying was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned red instantly and she blurted out.
"Insult?" Lu Ze was taken aback, tilted his head and stabbed softly: "I'm afraid you think too highly of yourself. Even if Tsukahara Juzhu is here, you are not worthy of my words."
Yi Ying's eyeballs were visibly covered with bloodshot eyes. These words pierced her heart. The intensity of hatred at this moment instantly exceeded the MAX level.
She was abandoned when she was young, and was picked up by Tsukahara Sensou and raised in the Shinto sect. Her martial arts skills were all passed down by Tsukahara Sensou, the leader of the Shinto style, and Tsukahara Juju was a resurgence of the Shinto two-sword style for nearly fifty years. The lord is also the father of Tsukahara Chimune!
In this layer of relationship, it is not blood that is better than blood. Lu Ze's words simply reduced Yi Ying's family to the point where she almost stepped into the swamp.
"Insult my sect and you will die!" Yi Ying shouted angrily, holding both hands at the side of her body at the same time. Her 6-star, strong wind level strength was no longer reserved at this moment, and a terrifying twisting force of more than 1,200 kilograms bloomed on the handle of the knife at the same time.
"Today I will spare your life and go back and tell Tsukahara Senzong that when your plan is completed, it will be the day when I, Lu Ze, step on the Shinto Mountain Gate."
After hearing these words, the peace Lu Ze showed before completely disappeared, and his words were filled with chills.
Then, the two fingers that were put together suddenly twisted.
The wakizashi blade trembled and screamed.
A sound...
Boom!
There was a clear cracking sound, and in Yi Ying's eyes that were shocked and unbelievable, the Ten Thousand Forged Ribbon [Sakura Red], which she regarded as a treasure, actually broke at the sound.
The half-cut blade tip, less than 5 centimeters long, was held between Lu Ze's fingertips and gently held out.
"kill!"
Yi Ying, whose eyes were completely red, took advantage of the moment when the knife was broken, and stabbed with the knife.
If the flank gap is shortened by 5 centimeters, the danger in close combat indoors will only increase but not decrease by half.
As the broken blade trembled, an afterimage appeared in the air and gathered in front of him.
Except for Lin Chujun, now Yi Ying can no longer hold back her hands on anyone, including Lin Zhidao! As for Lu Ming, he was right in front of Lin Zhidao, at the forefront with his back to the dozens of afterimages.
All this was also captured by Lu Ze.
[Time...stands still].
As this thought emerged, the star source clock in the sea of consciousness suddenly hovered.
When the wheel of time suddenly stops, everything in this world is frozen in front of you in the most realistic manner.
Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent and cold, falling on the brilliance hidden behind the layers of phantoms, like a stream of autumn water.
Yi Ying's sword, which was slung on her left waist, was finally unsheathed in the most hidden posture and with the purest murderous intent.
But she had no idea that she was facing the most terrifying enemy of Shinto-ryu in the world, a terrifying man who had deduced all the 1,700 sword skills of Shinto-ryu in the future.
In this time and space where nothing had happened yet, Lu Ze stretched out three fingers from his left hand that had always been hanging down, gently placed it on the tea table, took advantage of the situation to stand up, and then pressed lightly.
On the edge of the thick nanmu tea table, a strange shallow wave appeared that wanted to spread due to pressure but was forced to stop.
With no trace of fireworks, he jumped over Lin Zhidao and Lu Ming with a forward somersault, until he landed lightly. Lu Ze appeared directly in front of Yi Ying, with the stabbing wakizashi in front of him.
He raised the two fingers of his right hand together, holding the severed blade, and tapped it lightly with his backhand. Solid ripples appeared in the air, blooming between the broken blade and the broken blade.
In the sea of consciousness, the golden pointer trembled again, and the world recovered.
Everyone's eyes seemed to still be on where Lu Ze was sitting before, but right now there...
Already deserted.
