Lu Siren let Bu Mingming take a break and said, "This sword is very good!"

His words were brief, but it was also clear that he recognized Bu's famous sword.

"Second sword, if you can, I hope you can use the same style that defeated Li Xuan before. ”

"Otherwise, you don't stand any chance. ”

Lu Siren spoke again, which was advice and absolute confidence.

Lu Siren's long sword stood in front of him, with the hilt facing downwards and the blade facing upwards, upright.

The sword is the same as the man, and it is for the earth to stand up to the sky.

Most people in the martial arts know that the Holy Sword Sect has four sword names, Tibetan Sword Gong Mo, Law Sword Zheng Xie, Sword Protector Qushe, and Dao Sword Zheng Xie, known as "Sword Hidden Gong Mo, Good and Evil Practice, Protecting Qushe, and Dao Dividing Nothing". In contrast, little is known about the Holy Sword Sect Master.

As for some people who know a little more, they only know that Lu Siren is in the realm of Ling Yuan's Nine Grades, and his famous swordsmanship is called Scholar Sword.

Some people even made fun of Lu Siren, the sect master, for being too nonexistent, "scholar sword"?

However, these people all ignored one point, the reason why Lu Siren was able to sit firmly on the throne of the sect master was precisely because of his martial arts.

As the Sect Master of the Holy Sword Sect, how could he not be able to do it? As the Sect Master of the Holy Sword Sect, the entire Holy Sword Sect was his, how could he not be proficient in those martial arts inheritances?

This was the reason why he had the four members of the Holy Sword willing to make him the sect master, although sometimes the sect master meeting and stargazing night talks really made them avoid it.

Lu Siren's right hand brushed the sword body, and the sword body became a little brighter, and he heard the rustling sound of turning the book in a trance.

Lifting the sword is like lifting the pen, looking at the sword is like looking at the book, the pen writes all things in the mountains and rivers, and the book is prosperous and dry for hundreds of generations, and it is a scholar's sword.

If you encounter a sword, you can see a gentleman honestly, and you are a scholar's sword.

Lu Siren raised the scholar's sword in his hand, and waving his sleeves was the gentleman's sword intent.

The gentleman is upright, the gentleman is an adult, and the gentleman knows what he can't do.

A gentleman's sword can break through the lost and vain, cut the evil spirits, and correct the principles of heaven.

Therefore, this sword is incomparably straight, and it is incomparably positive, and it stabs straight out, and it is famous for Bu.

This sword is a matter of course, as if when he stabs it, it is destined to touch Bu Mingming's body, and all defenses cannot be stopped.

Lu Siren stabbed out with a sword, like a pause in the brush, painting the ink landscape, outlining the time, and putting the finishing touch.

From the tip of his long sword, it lit up a little, like a drop of thick ink, falling towards Bu Mingming, extremely fast and very slow, extremely easy and extremely firm.

Bu Mingming's expression was solemn, he knew that what Lu Siren said was right, this sword intent had been mellowed, almost to perfection, and it was impossible to stop it with his life sword intent alone.

There are huge waves rising above the abyssal sea, and Bu is famous in the Lingyuan Bapin, and he does not need to soar in the air, but he has to tread the waves in the dantian abyssal sea.

Just like the Chu River on that day.

The first thing that came to mind was a domineering punch.

The sword intent of the treacherous is born at will, from the unknowable place, the upper can be swept over the nine heavens, and the lower can be ridiculous to see the yellow spring, fluctuating, like the shape with the form.

The sword intent of life moves from the wind, the waves of the abyssal sea, the hundred swords return to the tide, endless, endless, the waves rush to the sky, rushing to the fist shadow.

The sword intent of breaking took advantage of the excitement, the river tide could slap the shore and crack the reef, the waves could roar in the sky and thunder, and the waves of the abyssal sea were indomitable, slamming straight into the domineering punch. Not a collision, but a package, but a sublimation, but an explosion.

The fist is intended to be the sun, the sword becomes the wind, the sword is born, and the sword is thundering.

There is nothing else in the abyssal sea, this is the realm of sword intent that Bu is famous for.

Bu Ming's heart is at the top of the wave, recalling the fist of Wushuang, and when the punch in his heart is swung, he immediately rides the waves.

No matter how high the tide of the deep sea is, the waves will increase the waves, and the real Bu will be famous with a sword, and the momentum is the same as a straight fist.

The realm of sword intent formed by the condensation of the three major sword intents burst out together, and they faced Lu Siren's gentleman head-on.

It's too late, it's fast, and it's only been a little bit of time since the two of them finished the first move.

The Junzi Sword continued to fall to Bu to become famous, and it did not stagnate due to the realm of sword intent, nor did it weaken in the slightest.

In an instant, that drop of sword ink passed through the layers of Gangfeng sword qi and entered the realm of sword intent.

The wind of the treacherous sword turned into a sharp blade, and a thought arose, and the sword and ink were heavily surrounded, but in the blink of an eye, it was useless. A gentleman's sword can break through the vain of the lost, and the sword intent of the treacherous cannot stop it.

The tide of the sword was as powerful as a mountain, and it pressed down fiercely towards the sword and ink, but the sword and ink turned into tens of millions in an instant, like a drop of water through a stone for hundreds of generations, piercing the giant mountain cave. A gentleman's sword is upright and unavoidable, and his temperament has not diminished for thousands of years, and the sword intent of life cannot be stopped.

The thunder of the broken sword shook the sky, and the power of destruction annihilated Fang Sheng, blasting the sword ink to pieces.

When the wind and thunder in the sky dissipate, there will be nothing else in the entire sword intent realm.

Bu Mingming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although he had done his best, and the three major sword intents converged into the realm of sword intent, but he was finally able to block Lu Siren's gentleman's sword.

However, with the third sword in the next step, he had no other way.

At this moment, Bu Mingming's eyes saw Lu Siren, who still had a cold and serious face, but he had no intention of using the third move.

"No......!

Bu Mingming continued to look at the realm of sword intent, and in the midst of it, a very small drop of sword ink slowly appeared.

A gentleman's sword is indelible......

Bu Mingming's face changed drastically, and his sword intent realm was about to dissipate, even if this drop of sword ink was already extremely small, he couldn't resist it.

After the sword ink appeared, he continued to point to Bu Ming at the previous speed, this time there was nothing to stop him, and even the realm of sword intent was about to dissipate, and it was not surprising that Bu Mingming was about to be defeated by this formula.

Bu Mingming's heart was bitter, even if it was not easy for him to cross the border and fight with Lu Siren to this point, but this time he fell behind in the competition of sword intent, which still made him unwilling.

"Why, my Shaolang sword intent should be perfect, even Brother Fu once praised it. And now I can use my conception of fist intent to form the three major sword intents into the realm of sword intent, but why can't I do it?"

"If I could throw a punch like that, it wouldn't have happened......"

Bu Mingming's mind was blank, he had forgotten everything else, he couldn't remember that he was in the martial arts arena, he forgot the three-trick test with Lu Siren, he forgot the sword competition, and he forgot to be famous......

He was just thinking about Fu Hao's domineering punch, no matter how difficult you are, I have my own punch to meet it, what a courage!

In a trance, the shadow of that punch continued to enlarge in Bu Mingming's heart, as if the mist had dissipated, and he could finally see a little clearly.

To see clearly means to comprehend.

The realm of Bu's famous sword intent shattered violently and scattered into a spot of light.

Lu Siren raised his eyebrows slightly, he thought that this Bu would be famous and would resist to the end, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to disperse the sword intent realm that even he felt very amazed when he came here.

"Well, something seems wrong......

Lu Siren discovered Bu's famous strange state, and also saw the strangeness of the sword intent realm.

The points of light scattered by the Sword Intent Realm did not disappear here, but slowly converged together.

It was a fist made of a point of light.

(End of chapter)