This man's speed was faster than in any previous game, even at least three points faster than when he faced Lie Jingyun three days ago.
His feet retreated sharply, and the Flowing Frost Sword was retracted to block.
Bang!
The swords clashed and sparks flew everywhere.
Wang Yanzhi felt the tiger's mouth tremble, and the force of Lu Jiu's sword was much heavier than expected.
What frightened him even more was that Lu Jiu had no intention of sheathing the sword at all, and the blade slid against the blade of the sword and cut straight to the finger holding the sword.
Wang Yanzhi was forced to withdraw his sword and retreat.
Lu Jiu followed closely.
His playing style is completely different from before.
In the previous games, although Lu Jiu was also known for his ruthlessness, he mostly focused on roaming around and finding the right opportunity to kill with one blow.
But today, when facing Wang Yanzhi, he seemed to be a different person. From the first blow, he stayed close to the body and fought for his life, leaving no way for retreat.
The knife struck Wang Yanzhi in the face.
Wang Yanzhi dodged sideways and stabbed Lu Jiu's throat with his sword.
Lu Jiu didn't hide.
He allowed the tip of the Liushuang Sword to stab his throat, but the short knife in his right hand had cut across Wang Yanzhi's abdomen.
If this knife was carried out, Wang Yanzhi would be disemboweled even if he pierced his throat.
Wang Yanzhi's expression changed, and he forcibly put away his sword and retreated.
However, Lu Jiu clung to Wang Yanzhi like a gangrene attached to his bones, his short sword flew around, one after another, and the swords rushed towards Wang Yanzhi's vitals.
Throat.
Heart.
waist ribs.
wrist.
Every blow is a blow to the same death.
"This Lu Jiu is crazy!"
Someone in the stands exclaimed.
"He is basically trading his life for his life!"
"Wang Yanzhi's swordsmanship is obviously better than his, but this guy doesn't care about defense at all and attacks people with all his moves. Who can stand this?"
"Madman, this is a madman!"
Wang Yanzhi's face became more and more solemn.
In his life, he has fought not one hundred but eighty duels with others, but he has never encountered such an opponent.
Lu Jiu's swordsmanship was no better than his swordsmanship, or even slightly inferior.
But the fierce and fearless aura of this man when he drew his sword forced him to retreat continuously. He had a sophisticated swordsmanship but couldn't use it.
You stabbed him in the throat, but he didn't hide and stabbed you in the heart with his backhand.
You slashed his wrist, but he didn't dodge and slashed at your face again.
This is not a competition, it is clearly a gamble on life.
Wang Yanzhi retreated to the edge of the ring and stepped on the rope.
Lu Jiu's short sword struck again.
Wang Yanzhi gritted his teeth, raised the Frost Sword horizontally, and blocked the dagger three feet above his head.
But Lu Jiu was suppressed by the power of this sword, and his left fist had already hit Wang Yanzhi's chest.
The fist was fierce and fierce, carrying a fierce determination.
Wang Yanzhi had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his left palm to block.
Bang!
A head-on collision with one punch and one palm.
Wang Yanzhi felt an unreasonable force pouring in from the palm of his hand. The bones of his entire left arm creaked. He was sent flying backwards by the punch, and his back hit the ring ropes heavily.
The rope trembled violently and the bells jingled.
Wang Yanzhi staggered to steady himself, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His left arm trembled slightly, and a bloody gash opened in the tiger's mouth, and blood flowed down the hilt of the Frost Sword.
"Wang Yanzhi is injured!"
There was an exclamation of surprise in the stands.
Since the beginning of the martial arts competition, this was the first time that he was forced to this point in the ring, and it was also the first time that he saw blood in front of everyone.
Wang Family In the stands, a trace of gloom flashed across Wang Chengde's eyes.
One of his subordinates beside him frowned and said, "This guy is totally undefended. Every move he makes will lead to his own death. When faced with such a lunatic, no matter how exquisite the young master's sword skills are, he will not be able to fully display them."
Wang Chengde did not speak, but looked closely at the ring, his eyes full of coldness.
Wang Yanzhi took a deep breath and suppressed the sweetness that came to his throat.
His eyes fell on Lu Jiu again.
"Good knife skills."
He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
Those few sword blows just now seemed crazy, but in fact, the angle, strength, and landing point of each sword strike were precise to the millimeter. They could not be struck by a real madman, and they were clearly intentional.
It is false to exchange life for life, but it is true to exchange life for power.
Lu Jiu stood opposite him, pointing his short sword diagonally at the ground, with a drop of blood still condensing on the tip.
"Your swordsmanship is also good."
He grinned, showing his white teeth, but his eyes were as cold as ever. "It's a pity that I'm too afraid of death."
Wang Yanzhi did not answer the call.
He placed the Liushuang Sword in front of him, put his left hand on the sword,
"You're right."
He spoke slowly, with a calm expression. "I am indeed afraid of death."
He took a deep breath, his calm eyes reflected on the sword.
He admitted that Lu Jiu had made those moves a little confusing.
It was not that he had never seen the method of exchanging lives for lives, but he had only seen people like Lu Jiu who carved the words "die together" into every knife.
Fear of death is not a weakness.
Only by fearing death can you live longer and stand taller.
He slowly raised his left hand, brought his two fingers together, and gently brushed the blade of Liushuang Sword.
The next moment, his whole aura suddenly changed.
The gentle and gentle nobleman just now disappeared, replaced by an unsheathed sword.
Cold, sharp, and indestructible.
A layer of light silver light slowly flows on the body of the Flowing Frost Sword. This is the phenomenon caused by the force attached to the blade under the full force of An Jin.
"Wang Yanzhi is going to take action with all his strength."
On the viewing platform, Inspector Qiao put down his tea cup, his eyes finally becoming more serious.
Lu Jiu looked at Wang Yanzhi's change, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth faded a bit.
"Finally something interesting."