burst god

Chapter 62 You are too high on yourself

can you drink...

Can you drink...

Lin Zhidao sat there dumbfounded. At this moment, he felt that his spirit was beginning to be in a trance, and he even had an illusion.

Yes, such unrealistic things happen only in dreams.

Someone dare to confront Lin Chujun head-on?Just kidding, hahahaha, it must be a joke.

But when he smiled and laughed, he soon stopped laughing, because the coldness stimulated his arms to start to get goosebumps.

Lin Zhidao shrank back.

The same surname, but he is only the Lin family in Heishui Street in Tingluo District, while Lin Chujun is from the Lin family in Shangnan City.This gap, if we follow the normal development rhythm, we will probably be able to work hard on the basis of Lin Chujun's failure, and be able to catch up with half of it at the age of 80...

Even when his father saw Lin Chujun, he had to laugh and take care of him.

Even if he sent such a message to Lin Chujun before, and even brushed her face, but when the other party really appeared in front of him, the fear of seeing a natural enemy resurfaced in his heart.

Say no to it's a lie!

Lin Chujun's eyes were instantly cold. Looking at the whole Shangnan City, no one dared to speak to her like this.

In the past 20 years, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of Shang Nanlin's family!

Yi Ying, who was standing behind Lin Chujun without saying a word from the beginning to the end, had humiliated the minister and died, and cold anger flashed in the depths of her pupils.

Under the capable short hair, there is a neutral and beautiful face, and a white suit sets off her lines very sassily, but if you add the long and short double swords hanging side by side on the left side of her waist, in this standard Japanese samurai double Under the knife wearing method, Yi Ying's whole person showed a sharp danger at this moment.

"presumptuous!"

The woman stopped drinking, her left thumb pushed forward, and a cold light suddenly appeared between the square inches, her right hand held the handle in the air, twisting her wrist, Yi Ying stepped out.

Wakizashi [Sakura Red], which is about 43 centimeters long, cuts through the air with a visual distortion like a stream. The faint pink blade cloud pattern flashes a coquettish beauty in the air, cutting off everyone's voices, straight Cut to three inches below Lu Ze's neck.

From the scolding to the knife, it was only one-fifth of a second apart, and that thin body showed a fierceness and domineering that did not match itself!

Lin Chujun's face was as usual, and he was clearly sitting there with his chin up, but at this moment he had a condescending look down, indifferent like an ice sculpture.

Lin Zhidao opened his mouth, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a trembling from his soul emerged from the depths of his eyes.

Zhao Ping and Yao Zhou didn't react at all, and were still staring blankly at Lu Ze.

Lu Ming, with his back to Lin Chujun and the two of them, looked at his brother quietly, as if he didn't know anything about what was going on behind him.

The frightened dust was gently rolled up with the airflow, and the sunlight sprinkled into the room reflected the fine and colorful, and the time seemed to slow down.The actions of everyone in the field...

At this moment, everything is in sight.

Tick, tick.

The Xingyuan clock is still quietly suspended above the sea of ​​consciousness, walking unhurriedly.

It's just that the blazing red flame, which was as thin as an ox's hair, trembled slightly at this moment.The pores of the whole body are opened at the same time, and all the vitality around them are greedily sensed, blood flow, sound waves, air flow, star power...

Crack...crack.

Like a candle inadvertently blazing, when this non-existent sound bloomed in my mind, the Sea of ​​Quiet Consciousness finally set off a wave of anger.

Lu Ze's eyes were calm, and an indescribable majesty flashed indifferently.

Just as no one could see how Yi Ying pulled out the dagger, no one could see when Lu Ze's right hand on the tea table disappeared, leaving only two tiny white waves in the air.

That is the trajectory of two fingers piercing the air, you can clearly see it, but you can never catch up.

The two fingers of the right hand are spread apart, and a V-shaped 30° angle hovers in front of the eyes. In the next tenth of a second, the two fingertips can be brought together at will.

Ding!

The cold mang stopped abruptly.

The trembling from the swordsman clearly floated in the tea room.

The strong airflow spreads in all directions, cutting the curling tea mist into pieces.

The turbulent flow blew the broken hair on the boy's forehead, revealing those bright and calm eyes.

As if the slowed time returned to normal, it brought a shocking picture beyond reality.

Lin Zhidao's mouth has been stretched to the point where he can squeeze a fist, and he feels as if he is watching a sci-fi movie.

Lu and Lu Ze, with just two fingers, lightly clamped the air-cutting yoke.

At the end of the dagger, Yi Ying's eyes were equally frightened and angry, and she let her stab forward or pull back with force, without moving her two fingers, like cast iron.

"Second-rate swords, third-rate swordsmanship. Is that what Tsukahara Chizong taught you? Then he can kill himself."

"Sir, insult するな!! (Don't insult my teacher!)" Yi Ying was stunned when she heard the familiar and respected name, and then her eyes instantly turned red, and she blurted out.

"Insult?" Lu Ze was stunned, tilted his head and added a knife softly: "I'm afraid you think too highly of yourself, even if Tsukahara Shizhu is here, it's not worthy of my words to insult."

Yi Ying's eyeballs were bloodshot visible to the naked eye. This sentence literally penetrated her heart, and the intensity of hatred at this moment broke through the MAX level instantly.

Abandoned when she was young, she was picked up by Chimune Tsukahara and brought up in the Shinto school. Her martial arts skills are all passed down by Chimune Tsukahara, the suzerain of the Shinto school. The Lord is the father of Tsukahara Chimune!

Under this layer of relationship, blood is not better than blood. Lu Ze's words simply demolished Yi Ying's family and almost stepped into the swamp.

"Insult my sect, suffer to death!" Yi Ying yelled angrily, her hands clasped together at the same time, the strength of the 6-star strong wind level was no longer reserved at this moment, and the terrifying twisting force of more than 1200 kilograms bloomed on the hilt at the same time.

"Today, I will spare your life, and go back and tell Tsukahara Qianzong that when your plan is completed, that is the day when I, Lu Ze, step down the Shinto mountain gate."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Ze's previous peace completely disappeared, and his mouth was full of chills.

Then, the two fingers that were close together suddenly twisted.

Wakizaki's blade trembled with grief.

one sound...

Boom!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and in Yi Ying's unbelievable eyes, the Wandu Wakizaki [Yinghong], which she regarded as a treasure, broke in response.

The half blade tip less than 5 centimeters was pinched by Lu Ze's fingertips and gently compared.

"kill!"

Yi Ying, who was already completely red-eyed, took advantage of the break of the knife, and stabbed with the knife.

With a 5-centimeter-shorter threat, the danger will only increase rather than decrease by half a point during close combat indoors.

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't keep her hands on anyone, including Lin Zhidao!As for Lu Ming, he was right in front of Lin Zhidao, with his back facing the front line of the dozens of afterimages.

All this was also seen by Lu Ze.

[Time...stands still].

As this idea emerged, the Xingyuan clock in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly hovered.

When the wheel of time stopped abruptly, everything in this world was frozen in front of the eyes with the most real attitude.

Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent and cold, and fell on the brilliance hidden behind layers of phantoms, like a stream of autumn water.

Yi Ying's dagger slung on her left waist, in the most hidden position, with the purest murderous intent, finally unsheathed.

It's just that she didn't know that she was facing the most terrifying enemy of Shinto-style in this world, a terrifying man who had deduced all [-] sword-styles of Shinto-style in the future.

In this time and space where nothing has happened yet, Lu Ze stretched out three fingers from his always hanging left hand, placed it lightly on the tea table, got up, and pressed it lightly.

On the edge of the heavy nanmu wood tea table, a strange shallow wave emerged that was forced to stop due to pressure and wanted to spread.

He jumped over Lin Zhidao and Lu Ming without the slightest scent of fireworks, until he landed lightly, Lu Ze appeared directly in front of Yi Ying, and in front of him was the stabbing threat.

The two fingers of the right hand were raised together, sandwiching the severing blade, and knocking lightly with the backhand, solidified ripples appeared in the air, blooming between the residual blade and the broken blade.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the golden pointer trembled again, and the world recovered.

Everyone's eyes seem to stay where Lu Ze was sitting before, but at this moment...

There was no one there.

(End of this chapter)