The battle was not as intense as expected, and it took only a few rounds to decide the winner.

Those sword-like lotus leaves swept across Zhang Shaoqing's body, and as long as they were nearly half an inch, they scratched scars.

It was difficult for Zhang Shaoqing to accept this result, he didn't understand why this person's law body didn't have a golden lotus, and he was even more unwilling to lose Jiuye to Baye...... This is a great shame, a shame that is difficult for anyone to accept, so he said in a deep voice:

"Again!!"

The sound is like a flood.

The immortal sword flew back into its scabbard, and Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "I have never been good at fighting, if it is a real battle, you are already a dead soul under the sword, why do you need to come again?"

"You...... I said I'll come again!!"

The sword in Zhang Shaoqing's hand buzzed and trembled.

Yu Shangrong ignored him and stepped back.

The winner has been decided, and it is boring and boring to continue to fight......

This attitude of ignoring and not caring angered Zhang Shaoqing.

The sword in his hand suddenly gave birth to thousands of swords, and flew towards Yu Shangrong's back-

"Presumptuous. ”

Sikong Beichen gently brushed his sleeves.

A wind wave swept over the thousands of swords, lifted Zhang Shaoqing away, and flipped the volley several times before barely steady.

Zhang Shaoqing's face was shocked.

The hall master's hand was like pouring a basin of cold water, which made him completely calm down, and he realized how narrow and stupid the scene just now was. As a nine leaves, he made such a stupid mistake?

"The Lord of the Temple, forgive my sins! I ...... I'm ......" Zhang Shaoqing's face was red and speechless.

It is incomprehensible that the five leaders, who are not young, suddenly make such a move like a young man. Originally, it was nothing to admit defeat calmly, but now that I have lost the competition, I have lost people, and my face has been lost.

Although he is old, in front of Lu Zhou and Sikong Beichen, he is no different from a young man.

"Grounded for a month, I thought about it. Sikong Beichen's tone was very calm, but it was not majestic.

Lu Zhou said:

"Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and it is a good thing for young people to be competitive, and competitiveness can supervise progress. But...... Don't be blinded by competitiveness. ”

Sikong Beichen nodded: "Why don't you hurry up and thank Brother Lu?"

"Thank you old-timers, old-timers are magnanimous, I ...... I'm ashamed, ashamed......" Zhang Shaoqing's old face was embarrassed and slightly excited.

Zhang Shaoqing fell respectfully.

Yu Shangrong's eyes were indifferent, he looked at the air, and said:

"The way of the sword is divided into four classes, the sword of the common people, which can be used by ordinary people; the sword of the princes, fighting with bravery; the sword of the Son of Heaven, the princes of Kuang, the world is subjugated; the last class, all things are swords, and there is no way of the sword; although the power of your sword is strong, it emphasizes the power too much and despises the opponent. There is more than enough strength, but not enough actual combat. If I'm right, you rarely experience life and death. ”

Without waiting for Zhang Shaoqing to answer, Yu Shangrong said again:

"Your sword lacks the comprehension of life and death, and lacks killing intent. ”

Only a master who often walks on the tip of the knife will know better how to survive and have chances under every move.

When Zhang Shaoqing heard this, he suddenly realized and waved towards Yu Shangrong: "Be taught." ”

He really hasn't experienced too many trials of life and death, as the first of the Nine Folds Palace, he controls the Xuanqi Palace,

Yu Shangrong stopped talking.

Sikong Beichen, who listened to this opinion, found it very interesting and said, "Since I have practiced kendo, it is the first time that I have heard that swords are divided into four classes. Young man, what is your kendo for?"

Yu Shangrong replied: "My sword path is only second-class. He likes to fight bravely. Bound by self-shackles, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to break through......"

Lu Zhou glanced at him.

There is not much change in his expression, as steady as an old dog.

The old man's casual nonsense kendo theory can only continue to be made up.

Sikong Beichen nodded and said, "Your cultivation in the way of the sword has already surpassed Zhang Shaoqing, but it is only second-class?"

Yu Shangrong nodded lightly: "The way of the sword is endless. ”

By this time, the sun was already setting in the west.

The evening breeze is blowing.

Yao Qingquan, the first seat of the Peace Palace, bowed down and said, "Hall Master, I'll go and prepare the Dao pattern and clean it up." ”

"Nope. ”

Sikong Beichen raised his hand.

"Hall Master?"

Sikong Beichen tapped his toes, his body was like catkins, and he floated straight out.

When it floats out, the ten-leaf lotus opens.

The Dharmakaya appears and then dissipates.

The fierce beasts in the sky, as if they had seen delicious food, pounced frantically.

The people of the Nine-Fold Hall were not worried about Sikong Beichen's safety at all.

He took the initiative to attract the beast.

Beyond imagination, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Toba ...... In the eyes of the fierce beast, it is undoubtedly more delicious and attractive than Jiuye.

Just as those fierce beasts were about to pounce on them, Sikong Beichen raised his two fingers.

A sword gang was condensed between the two fingers, and he waved it casually.

The sword is like snow falling.

They all passed through the bodies of the beasts.

The speed is not in a hurry, not slow, not fast, not slow.

Lu Zhou suddenly felt ...... Sikong Beichen's sword gang seemed to have been slowed down, and the flying speed of the fierce beast, as well as the timing of the sword gang's fall, were as if they had been rehearsed in advance, and they hit the fierce beast accurately.

The crowd was shocked.

"This is the sword path of the ten leaves?" Yu Shangrong was also amazed.

"In your opinion, what is my sword path for?"

Yu Shangrong praised without hesitation: "The Sword of the Son of Heaven." ”

There are not many people in this world who can be praised by Yu Shangrong, Sikong Beichen raised his hand, did not use any weapons, condensed the sword gang with two fingers, and then drove the vitality around him to become gang. This kind of means is enough to help the world.

Sikong Beichen raised his right hand and wondered, "Shouldn't everything be a sword?"

He is the master of the Nine-Fold Palace, and in the evaluation of others, he is peerless.

His sword path deserves to be of the highest rank.

Unexpectedly, Yu Shangrong only gave him a third-class evaluation.

The wind was stronger and whirring.

The wind did not stop everyone's communication.

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "Everything can be a sword, and there is no way to be a sword." Five fingers are also counted as one thing. ”

It's already difficult to drive the sword gang without using a weapon, and it's difficult to use nothing at all.

Sikong Beichen nodded, felt reasonable, and said: "Cultivate together, enter the body with vitality, and become a gang with vitality." Vitality is also a thing. In this way, no one in the world can achieve the path of no sword. Brother Lu ......"

He looked at Lu Zhou.

But he saw Lu Zhou's eyes blazing and looking ahead, empty and empty.

Following Sikong Beichen's gaze.

The first of the five seats, Xia Changqiu, Tian Buji, looked at Luzhou one after another.

Lu Zhou didn't stroke his beard anymore, one hand behind him, and the other stopped in front of him, as if frozen.

"Master?" the little kite sensed something strange, came to the master's side, and gently tugged at the corner of the master's clothes.

However, Luzhou did not react.

Only the little kite present dared to be so bold and pull the master's clothes.

The little kite came to the master, and because of her size, she jumped hard and called, "Master?"

The fierce beasts in the sky were chattering and screaming.

Yao Qingquan said again: "I'll go and activate the Dao pattern." ”

The wind was raging, stimulating the fierce beasts in the sky, and Sikong Beichen nodded.

Slowly falling.

"Brother Lu?" Sikong Beichen frowned slightly.

[Ding, you have comprehended a new way of swordsmanship, and set the storm. 】

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