Captain Donghai seemed not to see Redno's wink at him, and nodded to the cold and fierce man in a robe beside him. The man's toes were a little bit of ground and soared into the air. He turned around beautifully and landed lightly on the ring. He held a small and slightly short Japanese sword in his arms, and said to Lu Hui calmly: "Lower, Liu Sheng Liu Huo, use the sword to prove your Excellency, move forward with one knife, and live and die later. Please kill my head after I lose!"

As soon as this said, there was an uproar around him. No one could have thought that this Japanese swordsman was so crazy. He made such a crazy decision on the day when King Qiu was overjoyed. Even Lu Hui frowned and persuaded: "Today's competition is only to confirm what we have learned. Why do we have to fight for life and death?"

Liu Sheng Liuhuo said calmly with a smile: "I never understand sword competitions. I only know the sword technique of killing people, and I can only do murder duels. As long as the knife is unsheathed, life and death will not be the decision. Please show all your strength and fight with me for life and death! The blood shed by the losers here today will be the most beautiful and festive color, and the best respect for your opponent. Please let Lu Jun fight with me for life and death!"

Everyone thought this was the excuse of Yagyu's fire. Only Du Xu and Redno understood Yagyu's idea. Redno was a Western blood clan. Western nobles have always regarded honor as something more important than what. Although there was no such strange idea in the blood clan, he still appreciated and understood this practice. Du Xu knew too much about the nature of the Japanese nation. This nation growing on the island was born with a delicate and beautiful aesthetic concept, which regarded the withering of cherry blossoms as the most beautiful thing, and therefore lacked respect for life. The warrior regarded the death of battle as a martial arts, and the Daming Huo Chuan boy "understanded" the "beauty" of life. It is not surprising that Yagyu's practice is in line with the Japanese thoughts.

Lu Hui felt the pure murderous intent of Liu Sheng, which was as bright as a sword light. People with such murderous intent must long for blood, whether it is the enemy or his own. Lu Hui suddenly laughed, and his whole body was full of energy. He focused his attention, which was completely different from his calm appearance before. He shouted: "Okay! I was stingy just now, Lu is here to witness your sword!"

Before the laughter fell, a clear sword sounded "clang!" echoed in the hall, as if it was ringing in the ears of everyone. Two slender silver-white sword weapons slid into Lu Hui's hands. Lu Hui raised it over his eyebrows and said solemnly: "This sword is called Feishuang, Liuxue, and the two swords are the same shape and quality. The sword is five feet and three inches long, two inches wide, and weighs nineteen kilograms. It is cast by the cold iron of the North Sea."

Yagyu Liuhuo raised the slightly shorter Japanese sword in his hand in front of him, and said firmly: "This knife is called 'Liuhuo'. It has not yet been determined in length. It is a magic weapon made of my soul and is also my other half of my soul."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Sheng flashed, and his whole body was like a ghost without substance. He walked around Lu Hui, like a poet who was sad about spring and autumn, and chanted softly: "Flowers floated in fire, dreams and bubbles. Life was once destroyed, and the sword light in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword light like flowing clouds flowed to Lu Hui like water, gentle and dangerous.

Lu Hui was dressed in white, and his steps were wrong, as if there was an invisible rope behind him, flying back strangely. His hands were intertwined with silver swords, intertwining silver lights, blocking the space where Yasuo moved forward. The sharp sword light and hazy sword light confronted hundreds of times in an instant, and sparks burst out between the two. Yasuo's sharp slash of hundreds of swords entered Lu Hui's dense sword net, like flying insects falling into the spider web, troubled by them!

"The first form of firefly flowing fire - the firefly floats in the morning and dies in the evening!" As soon as Yagyu's sword light changed, the Zanpakura's fire began to dissolve. The firefly flowing firefly transformed under his hands, which is the most fragile existence and the most perfect dream. The gentle fluorescent fire bloomed in the space around Lu Hui. No light was the fire of life, small and grand, fragile and strong. The fire of these life was burning quietly.

The humblest life is the ugliest thing, but it is also the most beautiful thing. Every bit of fireflies and fire breaks out like the brightest light, better than the sun, like a meteor. Willow Sheng's long sword carries the last flash of countless lives, as if interpreted by life and burned by life.

Yagyu seems to return to that distant memory, the gentle mother and majestic father, who depend on each other under the cherry blossoms, the warmest memories and the most touching touching, but this is always reflected by death and destruction, just as warm blood splashes on the cherry blossoms, the so-called touching means destroying the beauty to you, and the so-called beauty means letting life wither in the best years!

Under the sacrifices of countless fires, the sword energy that reached its peak was activated, and it broke through the air with Yagyu's most touching beauty. The only warm childhood in life will always stay at the twilight of cherry blossoms. The touching touching people's tears and the most reluctant feelings are destroyed at that moment, leaving only beautiful memories and desperate heartache. The joy that came out of Yagyu's face made Zanpakura seem to have life.

In the eyes of everyone, the fire sword in Yakuen's hand slashed towards Lu Hui with agility, jumped gently, and walked freely through Lu Hui's sword net, sharply slashing towards Lu Hui with the most central one. But in Lu Hui's eyes, Yakuen's long sword has become Yakuen himself, interpreting Yakuen's joy and sorrow, carrying Yakuen's most beautiful touch, destroying this touching cruelty, and sublimating a kind of beauty beyond life and death.

The long sword that slashed straight towards him had no murderous aura, as if the cherry blossoms were blowing down, became the master of the ten-foot-meter-a-meter-a-meter-long space. Without a trace of breeze or inch of air, it became the extension of the long sword, carrying the touch, sadness, despair, and numbness in Yagyu's life, and became the most real blade that slashed towards him, with no way to retreat and nowhere to escape!

Lu Hui was neither sad nor happy. Facing this beautiful and brilliant knife, he seemed to have been cut off by the decisive blade. This not only was the knife that slashed at himself, but also the knife that slashed at himself. Under the knife, there was death and no life. Lu Hui felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart. If this knife did not bring back his blood, it would inevitably destroy Liu Sheng himself. This was a magic sword technique.

The two swords intertwined, and at the critical moment of life and death, Lu Hui fell into unprecedented peace, pulling the thin sword in his left hand back to his eyes, and the long sword in his right hand was ready to go. At this critical moment, countless memories flashed through Lu Hui's heart, including his elderly parents, his eldest brother who died young, his slightly stupid nephew, his own power, wealth, power, and his dream that had long been forgotten. In the yellow corner of his memory, a tender voice swears: "I will be a big hero in the future!"

Beg for mercy! Are you willing to bear all this? A voice sounded in his ear. Facing this sword, if you face this sword, you will probably not survive. Your swordsmanship is actually not worse than that Japanese man. You just missed the opportunity and died like this. Am I willing to leave my glory, wealth and power of my relatives to face this sword? I have endless magical skills in the Sunflower Book, and there are King Qiu and the ancestors watching. As long as you endure, beg for mercy, and join King Qiu, you can live, just like what I did before. Only by enduring can you survive, and only by enduring can you live!

Lu Hui could hardly help screaming, and was unwilling to fill his heart. But for some reason, he never took that step, did not kneel down and beg for mercy. The long sword quickly approached, and the last chance to beg for mercy was not controlled by him. However, his heart was unexpectedly calm, as if this was his inner choice. When he was young, facing the robbers who invaded his home, Lu Hui hid in the wheat pile, watching the newly married elder brother die at the hands of the robbers, and watching his most respected elder brother being dismembered by the corpse. After that, he learned to endure, endure beat and scold, learn martial arts, endure humiliation and flatter Shangguan, and endure despair as his beloved woman put on other people's wedding dresses. He endured power, endured status, and endured peerless martial arts.

After enduring for so long, why can't I stand it this time? Why is it full of unwillingness but facing all this calmly? As if I was enlightened, Lu Hui smiled on his face, and a sword flew out with his right hand. The sword light flashed in a flash, and hit the strongest place of Liu Sheng's sword light. In a desperate situation, how could he retreat? After enduring for so long, Lu Hui forced himself to a state of inability to retreat for the first time, leaving everything behind, and stabbed this unswerving sword.

For his dream, for his dead elder brother, for his elderly parents, for his glory and wealth, his vast power, his peerless martial arts, a sword that can advance and not retreat, and a sword that can sacrifice his life. For these things, Lu Hui endured for thirty years. Today, when he could not bear it, in an environment where he could not retreat, he interpreted this sword with his thirty years of his life. This sword is the 72-way evil-proof sword technique - without hesitation!
Chapter completed!