Obviously, Lu Ze really revealed the origin of the other party!

"It looks like I guessed it right."

Lu Ze shrugged, not feeling any surprise.

But for the mysterious man, it made him serious for the first time.

The eleven figures uniformly took off their hats, revealing a face of about forty years old with green stubble, and their hair was tied back casually, looking bohemian.

The opponent's figure turned slightly, revealing two tachi swords, one long and one short, arranged on the left and right.

After about two seconds of silence, he calmly said:

"First class in two days, Nobuo Harayama."

Ertian Yiyi is not purely martial arts, but also includes a series of contents such as military art, psychological warfare, strategy, etc.

As a successor of the ancient school that has been passed down since the early Edo period, Nobuo Harayama has always consistently practiced the concept of school martial arts.

The superior plans!

Take advantage of the right time, place, and people to create the most favorable conditions for victory.

This is not called insidious, but called wisdom!

The wisdom of the wise in martial arts!

But now, the eyes of Colonel Yanhuang in front of him only looked dull.

In Nobuo Harayama's view, this is precisely the contempt for his proud wisdom.

Nobuo Harayama is already murderous.

But on the surface, Nobuo Harayama showed a mysterious and majestic smile.

"I don't know what to call you."

"My surname is Lu."

Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent and he had no intention of saying his full name.

Since the other party still wants to play psychological warfare with him, then he should reluctantly cooperate.

It's just that I want to shake his heart with these words.

It's really too childish.

In the era when the Mist Tower was standing, even the most bewitching succubus could not disturb his mind at all.

Not to mention this era where no one has yet broken the boundaries.

There was a slight change in the depths of Nobuo Harayama's pupils, but he concealed it very well.

"If Mr. Lu has any last words, I can convey them to you."

His words are a kind of psychological suggestion that cleverly uses the environment and foreshadowing.

By instilling "I want to kill you" and "You must die", the opponent's psychological defense is constantly tested. Once the opponent's emotional changes are caused, the "quiet" in the martial arts confrontation will be destroyed.

Once the opponent loses his composure, in the eyes of Nobuo Harayama, he is nothing more than a big cat in disarray.

"My last words?"

Lu Ze raised his head, his eyes showing nostalgia.

"I really want to leave my last words."

"It's just... you may not understand..."

Lu Ze moved his wrists, raised his feet and moved forward, finally crossing the dividing line between slopes and plains, gray fog and red fog.

His voice swept across the plains peacefully and reached Nobuo Harayama's ears.

"Death is strange and far away to me."

Lu Ze's words conveyed the distance that spanned a hundred years.

He has witnessed the disillusionment of life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings, and he has escaped from the situation of certain death countless times.

When fear leaves, there is no longer any fear.

He began to enjoy the fun of fighting, which included a little bit of the fun of dismantling the so-called death situation.

Just as he once said to Jin Chenghui at Fengyun Network Center.

Layout is an art, breaking the situation is also an art.

Since we are all interested in art, let’s compare our skills.

Simple and direct.

…

Lu Ze had a natural smile on his face, as casual as taking a walk after dinner.

At this moment, he seemed to have flaws all over his body, but Nobuo Harayama's combat intuition kept sending warnings.

There was even a slight tingling sensation in the palm holding the handle of the knife.

Nobuhiro Harayama understood clearly that the young Colonel Yanhuang in front of him was far more tenacious than expected.

Since the attack on the mind is ineffective, then we have the real deal.

Put both hands on the handles of the large and small knives at the same time.

Silently, the long and short swords were unsheathed at the same time, the left hand was placed forward, the right hand was held behind, and the steps were slightly arched.

Just by taking a casual look, you can tell through the water-like luster that these are two famous swords.

A fallen leaf whirled by the breeze passed by the blade of the Chotachi sword and split into two halves silently.

This subtle picture further illustrates the extraordinary nature of the blade.

"Lu Jun, you will sleep here forever today."

Nobuo Harayama raised his head, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took a sudden step to the side.

Lu Ze paused.

Because at this moment, where he was, the light red mist spread all around, and the light red mist strangely melted and gathered together.

Shallow cyclones are densely covered, varying in size.

What's even more weird is that those cyclones are clearly a dynamic absolute plane.

If you look at it from a certain angle, you can see that it is a spiral mirror.

These mirrors are large or small, with different shapes and contours.

But what appears in them is the same figure.

The eleven figures are reflected through the layers of these revealing "mirrors", and the effect is doubled in an instant.

Twenty-two figures.

"This style is called [Valley Sound], and it's the best at destroying people's defenses."

Nobuo Harayama gave a short self-narration in the spirit of Bushido, and his voice came to Lu Ze through layers of mirrors.

He held his Chotachi in his left hand, and the autumn light shone on the blade. As Nobuo Harayama lightly shook the handle, the originally bright and clear blade disappeared in an instant and turned into a shadow.

It was an extremely high-frequency tremor.

There was a faint, scalp-numbing howling echo in the air, like the roar of a hungry ghost.

Look at Nobuo Harayama again.

At some point, red lines as thick as his little finger appeared on his face, and these lines covered his cheeks like ferocious earthworms.

The original image of a relatively elegant middle-aged man completely transformed into the appearance of a devil.

Nobuo Harayama was filled with evil spirits, and the long sword in his left hand was already surrounded by a fine red mist.

If you look carefully, you can find that the trembling frequency of the long knife has reached a terrifying level.

The ghostly cries kept coming from the blade.

As for those cyclone mirrors, not only the images, but even the sounds are clearly reproduced.

This area is full of weirdness.

The red mist quickly covered the blade, and then began to spread towards Nobuo Harayama.

In just one second, Nobuo Harayama's appearance changed drastically, as if he was a ghost warrior coming out of the netherworld.

"Draw your weapons."

Lu Ze raised his eyelids calmly, not paying attention to the large and small lenses and dozens of figures surrounding him.

He just spread his feet and made a simple starting position.

The Yun Shou Mu posture is similar to the way of Tai Chi.

It's just that Lu Ze's palm movements have more movements than Tai Chi Push Hands.
To be continued...