Lu Jiu kicked off his foot and attacked again.
The dagger spit out a message like a poisonous snake, still running towards Wang Yanzhi's vitals, still in the same desperate posture.
But this time, Wang Yanzhi did not retreat.
The Liushuang Sword slashed out horizontally, the sword's light was like a streak of silver, and it met Lu Jiu's short sword head-on.
Bang!
The swords met, and this time Wang Yanzhi not only did not retreat, but stepped forward, and the sword edge pushed the blade forward half an inch.
Lu Jiu's pupils narrowed.
He could feel that the power of Wang Yanzhi's sword was much stronger than before. The thick and dense power surged along the blade like a tide, making the tiger's mouth where he held the sword numb.
Wang Yanzhi did not give him a chance to breathe.
The Liushuang Sword shook, and the shadows of the sword spread out like frost and snow. One sword followed another, and the sword power was continuous.
Different from before, this time Wang Yanzhi's sword no longer sought to kill with one blow, but was like weaving a net. The sword turned into thousands of sword shadows in his hand, shrouding Lu Jiu from all directions.
Lu Jiu still exchanged life for life to meet him, but every time he was about to "swap", Wang Yanzhi's sword had already blocked the angle where he wanted to "die together" one step ahead.
Lu Jiu didn't dodge when a sword was stabbed at him, and stabbed Wang Yanzhi in the heart with his backhand.
But as soon as he handed the sword out halfway, Wang Yanzhi's sword changed its stance midway, the sword flipped over, and a sword hit his blade, causing his sword to deflect.
Lu Jiu's sword deviated from the direction, but Wang Yanzhi's sword followed him like a shadow, and the tip of the sword touched his shoulder.
A blood flower bloomed.
The wound was not deep, but Lu Jiu's expression changed.
He got it.
Wang Yanzhi no longer fought for his life, but cut his flesh one by one in an extremely calm way.
Do you want to trade your life for me? Well, I won't trade with you.
My sword is longer than you, faster than you, and more subtle than you.
I just need to cut you once before you touch me.
One sword is not fatal, two swords are not fatal, but what about ten swords? What about twenty swords?
In the stands, Zhao Zhong's brows relaxed slightly.
"Not bad."
He praised, "Wang Yanzhi is indeed worthy of his reputation. He was able to see through the essence of Lu Jiu's sword skills in such a short period of time and find a way to restrain him. This ability to adapt to the situation is more terrifying than his sword skills."
Jiang Fa nodded slightly.
Wang Yanzhi is indeed not simple.
Lu Jiu's style of play is essentially a kind of psychological warfare, using a posture of mutual destruction to force the opponent to retreat, thereby seizing the opportunity.
But once the opponent sees through this layer of psychological warfare and decides to fight in a more calm way, the power of this style of play will be greatly reduced.
In the arena, Lu Jiu had already been hit by three swords in a row.
The first sword is on the left shoulder, the second sword is on the right arm, and the third sword is on the waist.
The wound was not deep, but blood had stained half of his clothes red.
His breathing began to become heavier, and his steps were not as agile as before.
But Lu Jiu was not discouraged.
Instead he grinned.
There was a hint of ferocity in that smile.
"Wang Yanzhi, you are indeed stronger than I expected."
He slowly straightened up, held the short knife in front of him, held the back of the knife with his left hand, and assumed an extremely weird posture.
"But do you think this is all my strength?"
The moment the words fell, Lu Jiu's aura suddenly surged.
An aura that was nearly twice as powerful as before surged out of his body,
An Jin peak...
Lu Jiu's aura did not stop after it reached its peak.
That momentum continued to surge like a turbulent undercurrent, launching a ferocious impact towards an invisible barrier.
An Jin The peak is not his end yet.
The air around him began to twist, and his robes moved automatically without any wind.
Wang Yanzhi's expression finally changed.
"Half step Transforming Force."
He whispered these four words in a low voice, his voice dry.
It was as if a stone had been thrown into the stands, and the ripples instantly spread into turbulent waves.
"Half-step Transforming Force? This Lu Jiu is actually half-step Transforming Force!"
"How old is he? He's less than twenty, right? He's half a Transforming Force at his age, and he's considered a genius at Qingyang Prefecture!"
"No wonder he fought so easily all the way, it turns out he has been hiding his strength!"
"Wang Yanzhi is in danger..."
On the viewing platform, Inspector Qiao sat up straight suddenly, his eyes flashing with light.
"Bibo Lake, Autumn Water Knife."
He muttered to himself, as if he saw something.
Meng Qiuran turned her head and looked at him. "Does Mr. Qiao know the origin of this boy?"
"It may not be accurate, but it's close to ten."
Inspector Qiao said slowly, "Bibo Lake is in the southern suburbs of Qingyang Prefecture. There is an island in the lake. There lives a hidden swordsman on the island. He is known as 'Mr. Qiu Shui' in the world. This man has a weird temper and does not belong to any sect. It is said that his sword skills have reached Transformation Realm. In his early years, he had a three-sword sparring match with the master of Tiandao Valley. Although he was defeated, it was still an honor. Lu Jiu's sword skills just now, the starting position of Lu Jiu's sword skills is very similar to the 'Duanliu' of the Qiu Shui sword style."
"Mr. Qiu Shui's disciple?"
Inspector Qiao nodded, with a deep look in his eyes. "If he is really this person's disciple, then Wang Yanzhi's situation may be more serious than bad."
On the ring, Lu Jiu slowly raised his dagger.
The black short knife seemed to come to life in his hand, and a dark cold light appeared on the blade, like the cold iron that had settled in a deep pool for many years and was finally awakened by its owner.
"Wang Yanzhi, your swordsmanship is indeed good. You can be proud of yourself if you can force me to use Shuangliu."
The moment he finished speaking, he completely disappeared.
Wang Yanzhi's pupils shrank suddenly.
No, it doesn't disappear.
It was so fast that even his eyesight could barely catch a gray-black afterimage.
Lu Jiu's figure drew an almost straight line on the ring. He held his dagger flat in front of him, with the tip facing forward. His whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, shooting towards Wang Yanzhi with an indomitable momentum.
There's nothing fancy about this knife.
Just one knife.
A simple knife.
But the speed, power, and momentum of this sword were several times more terrifying than any previous sword.
Wang Yanzhi's hair stood on end all over his body.
He smelled death.
The oppressive feeling this sword gave him was even several times stronger than the one he faced Zhou Tai three days ago after he broke through the An Jin peak.
The Flowing Frost Sword blocks in front of him, and An Jin's peak cultivation level is poured into the sword body without any reservation.
Bang!
The moment the swords collided, Wang Yanzhi felt an extremely violent force coming from the sword.
His whole body was knocked backwards by the knife, his shoes were plowed into tatters on the ring, and he retreated to the edge of the ring before he could stabilize his body.
Wang Yanzhi knelt on one knee, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and even a crack as thin as a hair appeared on the sword of Liushuang Sword.
The whole place was dead silent.
"One knife!"
"Wang Yanzhi's sword is broken!"
"What is the origin of this Lu Jiu...?"
In the stands, Wang Chengde frowned.
Wang Yanzhi stood up slowly, and the tiger's mouth on his right hand had cracked.
His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
"Good knife skills."
He gasped and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the name of this knife?"
"This knife cuts off the flow."