Li Luo looked at Confucianism, bowed his head to thank him, and said slowly: "I have been in the army for a long time, and I have always led the army to defeat the weak with the strong, to attack more and to less, and do not do to others what you don't want to do, Li Luo led the way." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The Confucian scholars and monks all smiled, and the meaning of approval was evident on their faces.

Confucian seemed unwilling to make a move too early, and asked in a harmonious voice: "The Da Luo sword technique is a rare peerless study in the world, I don't know what Li Gongzi has learned about it?" ”

Li Luo was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Seniors know about the Da Luo Dao Duel?" ”

Confucian stroked his beard and replied leisurely: "I have studied with Brother Duanmu twice, regardless of victory or defeat, everyone in the world knows that there are thirteen styles of Da Luo knife, but I don't know that this Da Luo knife method hides thirteen knife intentions, the artistic conception is different, and the knife method is different."

Back then, Brother Duanmu learned the eight meanings, and he was able to dominate the world, and it was rare to meet opponents. ”

Li Luo replied respectfully: "I can't measure the martial arts realm of Duanmu's predecessors, and I am just cultivating the Daluo Sword Technique." ”

"Haha, why should Li Gongzi be humble, I just see that you can use your body as a sword to break through the qi array of the two of us, and the cultivation on this Da Luo knife is naturally not weak."

Li Luo was not happy, and quietly replied: "There are nine styles of the Da Luo knife method, and I have studied it a little. ”

"Oh, which nine styles?" Confucian asked with a smile in his eyes.

"Light and heavy, urgent, complicated and simple, far and near, vertical and horizontal, odd and positive, surplus and deficiency, virtual and real, life and death nine styles."

Confucian Sheng showed surprise on his face and said approvingly: "Li Gongzi can understand the three styles of surplus and deficiency, virtual and real, life and death, and the truth is unexpected, and the knife technique is all the way, it seems that it is already everyone's situation." ”

"There is no distinction between high and low knife intent, knife intent can reach, knife technique is natural, I am rough with nine styles, but I may not be able to master one style with others."

Confucian Sheng was surprised, the essence in his eyes flashed, and he laughed and said: "Well said, Li Gongzi has such a creation at a young age, far better than the old and decrepit years, all actions are impermanent, it is the law of birth and death, the law of life and death, the birth and death depend on each other, there is no mutual birth, difficulty and ease are compatible, the length is dwarfed, the high and the low are mutually reinforcing, the sound is harmonious, the front and back are with the knife, and the intention is to be born with the knife, and also with the knife, and vice versa, the law of heaven, earth and man is natural, all the same."

Li Gongzi must remember that the knife is a sharp weapon, and the intention is to generate by itself, and if you are born together, you will be destroyed, and you can't force it. ”

Li Luo has been practicing the knife for many years, but his identity is special, except for the time when he was in Zhuocheng to ask for advice from Duanmu Shenzhou, there are few others to give advice, and Confucianism is a few words, even if it is not a Daigo empowerment, it is also of great benefit to Li Luo.

Li Luo was stunned for a moment, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Li Luo has been taught, thank you, sir." ”

Confucian Sheng nodded and said with a smile: "No need to thank you, as long as Gongzi Li can take my ten moves, the old man will naturally not be embarrassed by you anymore." ”

Li Luo slowly pulled out the long knife, looked back and said softly, "Concubine Yun, please step back." ”

Concubine Yun looked at Li Luo in a daze, and stopped talking, but finally quietly retreated a few steps and looked at Li Luo with a concerned face.

Li Luo's expression gradually became cold, and a cold breath gradually poured out, mixed with the mist, there was a bit of a piercing meaning, Li Luo's eyes became more and more indifferent, and he said coldly: "I don't know what kind of blade the predecessor used?" ”

"I have all my martial arts on my hands, and I have never used a blade."

Confucian paused slightly, and continued unsatisfied: "I have only practiced three moves in my life, and the number of ten moves is indeed more, if Li Gongzi can take my three moves, it will be a victory."

But you have to be careful in the second battle, the master's Buddha beads are stronger than steel, and ordinary blades can't resist them. ”

The monk behind Confucius sang a song and said loudly: "Monks don't need Buddhist beads." ”

Confucian smiled, calmly looked at Li Luo, Li Luo's eyes tightened, at the beginning of the monk called this Confucian Mr. Yongda, Li Luo had a guess, and now he heard that he only cultivated three moves to scatter, and it was indeed a strange person in Duanmu Shenzhou who mentioned Dagan Wulin back then.

It is rumored that it has a lot of roots with the big hidden in the city, and a body of martial arts is all in the three moves, which has exceeded the realm, and the moves are exquisite, which is exactly the response to the life of two, two and three, and three things, although it is three moves, but it is endless.

When Duanmu Shenzhou fought, he never saw the true face of the third move, and the Confucian students in front of him, if he talked about prestige, were still above the nine lives and Xiao Baideath.

Li Luochang took a breath, his edge was even more obvious, and said, "I don't know if the three moves learned by the predecessors have a name?" ”

"Hehe, although there is, it's just difficult to get into the hall of elegance, and the old and decayed three moves are scattered, and the name is called the first move, the second move and the third move."

Li Luo was not frightened, and said slowly: "Thank you, Mr., for telling me, in the thirteen styles of the Da Luo Dao, I am good at life and death knife intent, and the seniors should not be merciful." ”

After that, the long knife in his hand turned slightly, the tip of the knife seemed to move, and the killing qi gushed out, and the fog in the field was divided into two, as if there was an invisible fog wall, and the fog on Li Luo's side was somehow getting heavier and heavier, slowly lying on the tip of his hair and shoulders and the long knife of Sen Han, even the white mist floating in the air was also difficult, stagnant and difficult, and the light and agile of no longer being able to regain his talent was almost gone.

However, the white mist on the side of this Confucian student is very leisurely, still fluttering, naughty and jumping, just like Confucianism, leisurely.

Neither of the two took the lead, and the monk still looked indifferent at first, but after half a moment, his face gradually became solemn.

A moment later, Li Luo and Confucian still did not make a move, and the monk whispered to himself: "Strange talk, strange thing." ”

Although he was quite distressed, he did not help.

Concubine Yun looked at the monk distractedly, and saw that the monk had no intention of making a move, so she was slightly relieved.

After another moment, the fog seemed to fade a little, and Confucian suddenly raised his hand, poked out a finger, and pointed it in the empty space.

Li Luo snorted, took a step back, his face turned a little paler, the long knife in his hand made a crisp sound, and it was broken in the middle, the fracture was smooth as a mirror, and the broken blade fell to the ground, piercing into the soil and stones under Li Luo's feet.

The fog wall in front of the two collapsed, and the white fog on both sides suddenly gathered towards the empty space in the middle, as if the white fog on Li Luo's side seemed to have unloaded a thousand catties of boulders, and flew out, and the tornado was connected.

Li Luojian raised his eyebrows and shouted: "What a wonderful loose hand, thank you seniors for giving way." ”

Without waiting for Confucius to answer, the figure quickly retreated, grabbed Yun Feisu's waist, the broken knife swept, the body seemed to be slow, the person followed the knife, a lonely and domineering knife aura suddenly filled the mountains and forests, the knife reflected the cold, but it was more powerful and more evil than when it was not broken, the tornado white mist had not been all wound together, and suddenly divided into two, the knife was piercing, and the desperate cover was towards Confucianism.

When the sword was raised, the sky and the earth suddenly lit up, and the miserable white color stuck to the ancient trees and weeds, and even the Confucian eyebrows were also reflected in the general frost.

The faces of the Confucian and the monk both changed, but this kind of sword momentum seemed to reverse life and death, and cut the sky.

The unbearable color in Confucianism's eyes flashed and disappeared, sighed, made a seal with both hands, retracted his strength, brushed the broken blade blade, and made way for a passage. (To be continued.) )