My Disciples Are All Villains

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng just hesitated.

Size is clearly divided.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng looked like brothers and brothers. They gave each other a look of encouragement and walked over.

When he came to Yu Shangrong, Pan Zhong said, "Mr. Er, I'm sorry."

To a practitioner who pursues the ultimate in Kendo, sword is the same as fate.

Would Yu Shangrong be willing to ...

"Master, the sword is here!" Yu Shangrong knelt down again, pressing the Changsheng sword to the ground.

Everyone booed.

Unexpectedly, the proud Mr. Er will make such a gesture for a sword. But thinking about it, the people he worshiped were his masters and his mentors. Regardless of the past, Luzhou can stand his kneeling.

Pan Chong and Zhou Jifeng did not dare to step forward and forcibly seize it, but could not help but look at Yu Shangrong.

The two looked at each other and were at a loss.

They set their eyes on Luzhou and waited for orders.

There is no choice but to force it.

Swords are indeed important, but they don't react so much.

Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "You are so dependent on the sword of longevity that your kendo has stalled."

Yu Shangrong looked at the ground and said:

"The swordsmanship of the trump is not limited by weapons, but by Jinlian! Master ... the sword is in people!"

Can hear it.

His mood fluctuated.

"This seat gives you a chance to win this seat, sword, and stay." Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong.

The crowd shook their heads for a while.

How to win?

This great disparity in strength is not an opportunity, it is tantamount to rejection.

Yu Shangrong looked at Changsheng Sword ...

Caught it.

His mood at this moment is no different from that of Duanmu Sheng before, knowing that he will lose, he will try again.

Walk with your sword and rush forward.

He leaned forward with the simplest and sharpest moves.

Without energy, Kendo, the competition is the skill of swordsmanship.

A sword pierced.

Luzhou slapped the sword with one palm.

Sting again and shoot again.

Spikes, hits, points, picks, cuts, splits ... all the moves that can be used are reflected in this moment, dazzling.

Yu Shangrong relied on the strength of the flesh alone to bring up a breeze.

Chic and elegant.

Guiyuan Jianju's formula, from entry to the end, word by word came to his mind.

In the beginning, the sword was like a shadow.

In the middle, the sword is like the wind.

In the end, the sword was like a storm.

...

Luzhou took it easy and kept clapping.

The memory of thousand years of practice is as if experienced in person.

Guiyuan Jianjue was always taught by Luzhou to Yu Shangrong ... on the level of understanding, he is no worse than Yu Shangrong.

In addition, he has a wealth of expertise, knowing the advantages and disadvantages of trade-offs.

Although he is old, he does not behave at all like this age.

Yu Shangrong fast, Luzhou fast.

Yu Shangrong was slow, but Luzhou was slow.

Each palm just lined up on the Changsheng sword.

Thumping.

The crowd shook their heads.

Can't help sighing.

"The cabinet owner knew too much about Guiyuan Jianjue. Every move of Mr. Er was under the control of the cabinet owner."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Obviously, Luzhou's understanding of Guiyuan Jianjue is not weaker than Yu Shangrong.

Although Luzhou didn't fight back ... but he resolved all of Yu Shangrong's offense and was even better.

"Hey, from the moment Mr. Er shot it, he lost ..." Hua Wudao said, "He was not as good as the master in terms of skill, and was suppressed in momentum, confidence and mentality, and lost his spirit."

boom!

Luzhou put down his hands this time, suddenly exerting force, and slap on the Changsheng sword.

Yu Shangrong let loose and the sword came out.

哐 Dang landing.

The battle is over.

Luzhou withdrew his palm, lost it behind him, and looked indifferently at the Changsheng sword on the ground.

Quiet before thinking about the hole.

Although this is a battle without vitality, Luzhou has already won the game.

Even if he was given vitality and placed in the battlefield of desperate fighting, there was no chance of winning.

The cabinet owner can restrain even your cultivation. What else can you do?

Yu Shangrong's pride was further crushed and crushed.

"Master, enter the three souls ... did you keep your hands?" Yu Shangrong asked.

"You are far from Kendo Mahayana ... far from it."

Luzhou Fuxu waved his sleeves and continued, "Yu Zhenghai, too."

Yu Shangrong: "..."

The king loses, and there is no reason to lose.

The winner is right.

Although Luzhou saw that he didn't speak, the expression still seemed unconvinced, so he said:

"Go back and enter the three souls, enter the fetal light, refreshing spirit, you Jing, the fetal light is sent to the power of the flesh, the cool spirit is sent to the soul of the will, the spirit is sent to immortality, the infinite way; Yang. "

Speaking of this, Yu Shangrong said: "The child is familiar with the heart."

He is quite proud.

I remember myself.

But no one doubted his words.

After all, few people can reach the height of his kendo.

"Since you disagree, the old man will teach you again what is real Kendo."

Suddenly he remembered what he had learned before, and the two memories had already reached an inexplicable fusion. This integration ... gave him a new perspective on spiritual practice.

Yu Shangrong is too proud.

If he can't weigh down his pride, he will certainly suffer.

After a moment of groaning, Luzhou touched his beard and calmly said:

"The highest state of Kendo is that there is no sword to win a sword."

No sword wins sword?

Mo said it was Yu Shangrong.

Even the people present were confused.

On the contrary, Duanmu Sheng suddenly remembered that when the barrier was broken, the master had personally performed the kendo he pointed out when there was a gap between the heavens and the heavens, but he didn't fully understand it at that time.

So he listened more seriously than everyone else.

There are also three elders of the senior man's pavilion, and they suddenly became interested, and wanted to hear the high opinion of the patron.

Others are even more afraid to come out, hoping to get some insights.

...

Luzhou said: "The sword is divided into three classes. The first class is a sword that everyone can use. It goes down to the trafficker and goes up to the emperor. But it is a fierce battle and swaggers across the city. Feng, with loyalty as the sacrifice, fighting with Kendo;

"Third class, the sword of heaven, with the nations as the front, mountains and seas as the system, the five elements, the yin and yang, the spring and the summer, the autumn and the winter, the world is unparalleled, and the world is subdued.

"So is the knife ..."

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There was only Luzhou's voice in the audience, which fell into everyone's ears word by word.

"This is Daomen's opinion ... and you, fighting with Kendo, are second-class at most."

Yu Shangrong looked complicated.

According to this statement, the master Yu Zhenghai wants to capture the world and bring the world into submission. His sword is the third class?

Luzhou saw his face change and knew what he thought, saying:

"Yu Zhenghai wants to take the 100 nations as the front, and the world will be subdued. Whatever ... He hasn't had this ability yet, at most, it is second-class."

Yu Shangrong Dunsheng curious, said, "Who is third?"

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