The gray Falcon heavy transport plane took off with a huge roar.
At the edge of the airport, Yang Baijia led a group of people to watch the team carrying the mission drift away.
"Commander, the arrangements have been made." The adjutant beside him reported in a low voice.
"In the past twenty days, all records of the search for Colonel Lu Ze and his family, both inside and outside the base, must not be left behind." Yang Baijia looked at the adjutant with a blank expression, "Whoever makes Yang Baijia restless, I will make him regret it for the rest of his life. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
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In the cabin, thirty people lined up on both sides. Lu Ze sat alone among them, holding a strange weapon that looked like a fire stick in his hand.
Less than one meter long, it looks like an ancient sword.
But if you think about it carefully, how can a sword have such a strange shape?
Perhaps because he felt the curious eyes on his side, or perhaps because of the need to practice, Lu Ze casually drew out the weapon.
The cold light is like water, and the bright and straight blade reflects the surrounding scene like a gleaming red.
"Tang Dao!"
Cui Zhao blurted out that the shape of this sword, which was as straight as a sword but sharpened on one side, was clearly a Tang sword.
"This is a straight sword from the Tang Dynasty. Its name is Duan Wanghou." Lu Ze sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and spoke.
He thought about this sword several times and finally gave it a name.
As for the origin of this name...
"Prince Duan?" Cui Zhao chewed on this name that had a lonely and ancient meaning, but also showed a hint of domineering. His words were astonishing, "Colonel Lu, can you tell me the origin of this name? I'll take a closer look to find out what the meaning is."
"Suppose there is no one left alone in the world. I don't know how many people will be called emperors and how many people will be called kings."
"Looking at the present and remembering the past, I gave it a name worthy of it."
Lu Ze spoke calmly. The meaning of the word and the name of the sword did not sound consistent at first, but the context revealed a domineering look on the world.
Immediately under Colonel Cui Zhao's surprised and shocked gaze, Lu Ze held the sword's edge with both hands and stretched it out in front of him, and then naturally let go of his hands.
This time, except for Cui Zhao, twenty-eight other people looked at him.
It was a silent shock.
The six-sided and eight-pointed Tang sword was naturally suspended in the air. Lu Ze put two fingers of each hand together and drew two faint white air streams, one on the left and one on the right, three inches below the navel.
Without the support of both hands, Tang Dao is as stable as if it is equipped with a magnetic levitation device.
No matter whether the plane bumps or turns, Tang Dao always floats motionless in the palm of the hand.
This is the legendary method for heaven and man to control their qi.
The realm of the king of war!
The eyes of this group of people showed unconcealable envy.
Buzz.
Everyone clearly heard the sound of a knife.
Cui Zhao suddenly trembled when he saw the blade hanging flat in the air.
Lu Ze opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he folded his hands and separated them instantly.
It brought up a shallow mist, rising up and down, palms facing each other, covering Tang Dao.
Then, Lu Ze flicked his fingers with both hands, and white streams pierced the blade like sharp arrows.
Every wave of air that hits the blade creates shallow white waves.
This enchanting and gorgeous scene unfolded without reservation in the spacious cabin.
There was no uproar or discussion among the surrounding sergeants, but the excitement in their eyes was hard to conceal.
Will be the soul of the soldier!
Since Lu Ze first appeared, he has raised the upper limit of their knowledge to a level that is difficult for ordinary people to look up to.
To this day, this upper limit is still being extended.
Even though I have never seen the King of War who walks in the air a few times in real life, there are many videos circulating on the Internet that are enough to give people a preliminary understanding.
But looking at Lu Ze again, the scene of him lifting his weight with ease raised their understanding to another level.
The King of War enters the subtle realm!
"What are you..." Cui Zhao couldn't help but speak.
"Practice."
Lu Ze closed his eyes and said, "A medium weapon is like an arm wielder."
"The best weapons move according to your heart and move at will."
"Are you the rumored... refining!?"
As if by mistake, Cui Zhao opened his mouth and spoke a Taoist word that even he found ridiculous.
"Refining? It's quite appropriate." Lu Ze said lightly to himself, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth to express his recognition of the meaning of this word.
"But since it is within the rules, we must explain it clearly using the principles within the rules."
"I am getting familiar with the frequency of this sword. By carving the air patterns in places that are hard to reach with the naked eye, I can control this sword by fine-tuning the angle, strength, and oscillation frequency of each [Qi Control]."
"At this time, it can do something according to the owner's wishes."
"For example, the common method is this..."
Lu Ze's hands were raised, one palm raised and the other sunken, with his hands raised in front of him.
The untouched blade was raised in response.
Cui Zhao watched this scene numbly, his cheeks twitching.
[This is indeed very... unusual. 】
"But after dozens or millions of polishes, it can be like this."
Lu Ze spoke again, retracting his left hand, leaving only his right hand, and two invisible air waves shot out from his two fingers.
This [Broken Prince] began to spin rapidly, and while it was spinning, the entire blade was spinning counterclockwise.
Rotates in both directions.
In an instant, an almost blurry spherical knife network was formed.
A biting wind blew in my face.
"This is one of the few methods that practitioners at this stage can use to protect themselves when faced with modern thermal weapons."
Cui Zhao swallowed. If the young man in front of him hadn't been too powerful, he would have lifted the table.
Is this what you are saying?
Do you still need to protect yourself?
[If your heart is as clear as ice, you won’t be surprised if the sky falls...]
Silently comforting himself in his heart, Colonel Cui Zhao's mood quickly calmed down, and then he showed an equally gentle smile.
"Colonel Lu is absolutely right."
Then, Cui Zhao silently moved two positions to the side and sat down without saying a word.
Lu Ze smiled and looked away. It seemed that Colonel Cui had been inspired by his explanation just now.
Although Cui Zhao is an 8-star general and is only one realm away from him, he still has a long way to go before he can achieve this goal.
However, people must have goals after all, right?
Only by achieving the small goal in front of you can you gradually move on to the next small goal.
After all, the life of cultivation is so boring.
Have a pair of eyes that can discover happiness.
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Unlike Cui Zhao who was autistic, Rong Chou and other sergeants were as excited as if they had been given chicken blood.
Every time Lu Ze inadvertently shows his strength, it is a huge boost to the morale of the entire team.
After ten days of special training, I was convinced.
Lu Ze's composure and strength that belie his age have already established his prestige.
As for now, it is just being consolidated and only needs a chance to fight.
Perhaps, these sergeants could really see the moment when their captain ascended the stage of the Conferred God.
With longing and hope ahead, how can we not be rejoicing.
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The heavy transport plane traveling at subsonic speed arrived over Shanghai in less than 90 minutes.
