"Awaited."
Lu Ze spoke calmly, his eyes burning brightly.
Wei stood up from the rock and shook off the ice and snow.
However, when he stood up straight, the broken snow that had just fallen to the ground around him suddenly shook, and the next second it floated without wind, spreading and rising from the inside out.
The spiral airflow rising against the trend and the light snow falling from the sky form a strange and shocking contrast.
Gangfeng body protection!
The Realm of Ten-Star Gale Wind!
The Red Demon Zhengzong was still in its sheath, but standing there, Wei looked like a sharp magic weapon that had just been unsheathed.
No one dared to ignore Wei at this moment. Ordinary people would probably have their eyes burned by the sharp edge that was about to come out even if they looked at it.
But it happened that such a proud swordsman knelt down on one knee with the most respect after seeing Lu Ze.
"leader!"
On some things, Wei is terrifyingly stubborn.
The duel has not yet begun, and Lu Ze is the leader he is willing to follow with his life.
Lu Ze responded softly and was not polite in his address.
Because he understood that in Wei's mind, this might be the last time he would be called a leader.
"Well... Noriko-chan suits you very well." Lu Ze said with a smile.
Wei's serious face trembled suddenly.
A long silence followed.
After another ten seconds, Wei Cai replied firmly: "She is the best person to hone the way of swordsmanship."
"Work hard all your life?" Lu Ze had a smile on his face that I understood.
reed:……
There was another long silence.
More than ten seconds later, Lu Ze looked at Wei with relish.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Wei's face seemed to be a little red.
After more than ten seconds, the wind and snow swirling around Wei suddenly surged!
Don’t think about problems that you can’t figure out.
If you can't answer the question, don't answer it!
Wei Wei, who had a clear idea, looked at Lu Ze with lightning eyes and said in a sonorous tone, "Please, leader, fight with me!"
"I'm afraid that only Noriko-chan is suitable for you in the world." Lu Ze looked at this straight man to the bone with admiration in his eyes.
The swirling cyclone around Wei expanded a bit more, shaking violently.
The fighting spirit of this peerless swordsman finally reached its highest level.
Lu Ze put away his smile and his eyes calmed down.
"Can."
After the sound of the word fell, Lu Ze raised his head and looked at the moonlit sky, "Here in the mountains and rivers, the wind and moon are writing the pen, and the mountain snow is the monument."
After hearing this, Wei's fighting spirit was high.
The left hand is pressing the knife, the right hand is stroking the sheath, and the body is slightly leaning.
"My name is Wei, and my life is like a sword. No matter the battle is big or small, or the enemy is outnumbered, Wei only has the red demon in his hand. Leader, please hold the weapon!"
On the top of Yanshan Mountain, the wind and snow blew past us, making a whining sound like a mountain ghost howling.
Wei's long hair was flying in the wind, and her face was stern.
Lu Ze's eyes slowly fell from the sky, and finally fell on Wei Wei's cold eyes, and he said indifferently: "There is no need for anything else to fight in the same realm."
After placing your left hand behind your back, raise your right hand calmly.
One word——
please!
Then, Wei saw the most brilliant wind in the world.
It was a roaring snowstorm.
Lu Ze stood among them, like a god descending to earth.
Seeing this scene, Wei's eyes shined with unprecedented light.
That's right...
This is the opponent he longs for, this is the opponent worthy of his all-out efforts!
The thumb of his left hand touched the knife grid and flicked forward.
Red Demon Masamune - Unsheath!
The top of the mountain is silent.
Tornadoes collapsed all around, and the sky was full of wind and snow.
Wei's figure disappeared instantly.
A very thin red line penetrated from the wind and snow.
No storm, no sound, no shock cloud.
Sky Dream Style - Batojutsu·【Red Leaves】!
This sword-drawing move that broke through Mach 3 truly revealed the secret of Wei's swordsmanship.
Lu Ze looked at the red line that was coming in an instant, and his eyes no longer concealed his appreciation.
Because at this moment, Wei truly succeeded in creating his own unique "Sky Dream Style" under the brilliance of the lifelong secret skill of the Neon Swordsman Nakamura Naoyi "Water Cloud Dream Style"!
He once fell into the quagmire, jumped into the sea of fire, and transformed into a Shura.
At this moment, Wei felt as if he had returned to his original nature after all the depravity had been washed away.
Compared with the endless stream of water, clouds, and dreams that the wind ruffles the water that I have seen before, Wei's swordsmanship is sharper and faster, and it is more in line with the martial arts that uses the body as a sword.
Lu Ze didn't feel any super power in Wei's body, but at this moment he dared to assert that Wei, who practiced swordsmanship alone, would definitely be the best in the future era when the stars will rise together!
He was really looking forward to seeing how many realms this sharpest knife in the world could cut through!
【In this case——】
[Just use my weakest to defeat your strongest. 】
Deep in Lu Ze's pupils, the shadow of the phoenix appeared.
Ten realms of gale, no reservations.
No longer hide, use your weakest true strength to defeat the strongest you at this moment!
The snowstorm that was originally roaring and rising suddenly turned around without any warning at this moment.
Lu Ze held up the bright moon with his right hand, as if a god was alive.
Faced with the red leaves that penetrated the wind and snow, Lu Ze turned his hand back and struck with the might of the ten strongest realms in the world.
Within one hundredth of a second, the palm and the demon knife faced each other in the air, and the strong wind collided with the strong wind.
The sky was filled with ice and snow, covering the clouds and the moon. Lu Ze's palm touched the rocks, like a god caressing the ground, and the red light of the demon sword was smashed into his feet.
boom--
Large tracts of perennial snow cover in all directions collapsed,
Like rolling thunder, it spreads into the dark clouds and mist.
The red mist rolled violently, and the giant beast hiding in the distance fled in terror.
There is no moon in the sky and no light on the earth.
Lu Ze suddenly raised his head.
In the sky, the strange red wind around Wei merged with the surrounding fog.
In the phoenix eyes, Wei Xuan leaned over, the tip of the famous red demon sword was tilted upward, and the red light like a giant python shot straight into the sky.
Wei's eyes were calm, this posture was the ultimate purgatory.
Dream flow in the sky - Mystery · [Moon Rain]!
Wei's right hand holding the knife was blurred for an instant.
Behind Wei, the billowing red mist within a radius of a hundred meters was instantly evacuated.
The red demon slashed backwards.
As soon as the sword light left the blade, it swelled in the wind.
The sword energy is long, the sword energy is long.
Reed is at his peak after entering the ten realms. The strong wind merges into the sword light, finally causing a qualitative change.
That is no longer a fake sword energy, but a real and unparalleled sharp sword energy in this world.
The fiery but cold red sword light carries the will of the world down, suppressing all evils in the world and all evils in the fog.
Lu Ze looked up at the sky.
If Wei's movements were slowed down a hundred times, ordinary people might see the boring process of drawing out the knife, closing the knife, and then drawing out the knife again...
But if you connect these actions together, you can see that all actions take place in just one thought.
In an instant, thirty-three cuts!
The knives cut through the air and intertwined together, like heavy rain pouring down.
Together they form an indestructible net of Gangfeng knives that can cut through everything in this world.
Lu Ze faced the power of heaven and earth directly, without dodge or avoidance. His left hand was still behind his back, and his right hand was hanging diagonally to the ground.
"I once promised you to see the higher mountains and the farther seas in this world."
"...On this day."
After the sound fell, Lu Ze raised his right hand with his palm down.
There is an eerie silence between heaven and earth.
The surrounding storm, ice, snow, and fog seemed to be restrained by invisible force at this moment.
Lu Ze's sight penetrated thirty-three sword auras and pierced the eyes of the strongest swordsman.
At this moment, Wei suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.
No reason, no sign.
He didn't know that he was probably the only person in the world who survived after facing such a move.
Because this style originates from Shijue, it is called breaking formation.
When the formula is completed, heaven and earth are uncovered, and the gods and ghosts retreat.
