Chapter 200 Xiahou

Lu Yun capsized in front of Ning Caichen today......

Just because, Ning Caichen, a scholar, makes sense. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If righteous thoughts decline, evil thoughts are the master, cultivate a breath of grandeur, do not fear, do not worship any ghosts and gods, this is the Confucian learning.

Lu Yun felt the same way.

He knew that in order for a demonic thing to deceive people, it must first make people's hearts unright, or their bodies are weak and their blood is not vigorous.

If a person's heart is not right, and he is suspicious, his soul will be weak. And those who are weak and not strong in blood, demons can also take advantage of the weakness, such as people who are about to die, they can always see demons and monsters.

With a breath of grandeur in his heart, even if he doesn't know martial arts, he has no power to restrain the chicken, and if he encounters a ghost, he may not be poisoned.

And ghostly things are usually transformed into the appearance of the best beauty, to seek their own pleasure with the scholar, or to tempt the scholar with money, so that the scholar's spiritual will is disintegrated, then the demon can commit murder.

What the Tree Demon King asked Nie Xiaoqian to do in Liaozhai was the former kind of deed......

Although the boat capsized, Lu Yun didn't mean to be angry, such a scholar has the potential to be a great Confucian.

Confucianism also has the way of self-cultivation, which is broad and profound, extremely subtle, and is not weaker than the rest, but it takes time to accumulate.

A great Confucian, it may take thirty or forty years to achieve, the inner saint and the outer king, and the evil demons will not invade. And if it is a saint, there may be one in 800 years......

It's just a possibility.

"Yan Daoyou, how about we get rid of this Tree Demon King today?"

Retracting all his thoughts, Lu Yun spoke.

"According to my original intention, today is just right!" it's just ......" Yan Chixia sensed the sharp sword intent coming from afar, a little apologetic, and a little helpless, and said. "One of my old opponents came to me again to compete, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it today. ”

As soon as the words fell, the trees a few feet away from Yan Chixia were cut into ashes by the fierce sword light coming from afar, and along with this terrifying scene, there was an extremely violent voice: "Yan Chixia, my Xiahou is back again! This time, I must win the title of the number one swordsman in the world!"

The wind surged, and a swordsman with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a huge sword that was almost exaggerated, appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at this man, everyone seemed to see a sword, or a sun.

The bright sword light emanated from all around him, making it impossible for people to look at him.

And what is even more terrifying is his fighting spirit.

The spirit of war is like a mountain.

One look at you makes you tremble.

He looked at the girl in red, and the girl in red had an urge to turn into a little fox.

It was really this person's oppression, so terrifying, terrifying that it almost knocked her back to her original form.

At this moment, Lu Yun's heart moved.

There are invisible and real runes that isolate everything, making the pressure on the girl disappear.

"Huh?" the swordsman's sense was so keen, and he immediately discovered the extraordinaryness of Lu Daoren, and said with a smile. "There's actually a good Taoist!"

Lu Daoren, in his eyes, is just good.

Because of the martial arts master, there has always been a saying that "close at hand, everyone is the enemy country".

It's not that he hasn't killed a Taoist priest.

He once encountered arrogant Taoist priests, and before their spells could be used, he himself had already taken the heads of those Taoist priests.

The swordsman named Xiahou looked at Yan Chixia more often, and sneered: "Yan Chixia, I finally found you, come on, come on, you and I will compete today to see who is the number one swordsman in the world!"

Ning Caichen said cutely on the side: "Can it not be compared, this is just a battle of will, the sage cloud ......"

"Shut up!" Xia Hou shouted, startling Ning Caichen, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The killing intent accumulated by a swordsman over the years is not something that a little scholar can resist, even if this scholar has a heroic intent in his heart.

"You little scholar, don't mind my business, don't think that if I give you a steamed bun, I won't kill you!"

Xiahou's gaze was like electricity, and Ning Caichen had a crispy and numb feeling when he saw it, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

But a moment later, he looked up again. In the eyes, there is a clear eye.

He plucked up the courage to say something.

But at this time, Yan Chixia spoke.

"Xiahou, you have to compare, what kind of anger do you have with a scholar. ”

Yan Chixia saw that Ning Caichen quickly raised her head again, and couldn't help but change her opinion of Ning Caichen, and faintly felt some appreciation.

You must know that a swordsman, especially a peerless swordsman, can crush the heart of a weak person with just one look, and even kill a person.

This Ning Caichen is not bad, he can resist Xiahou's momentum.

"Okay, I like you so happy!

Xia Hou laughed twice, his body momentum changed, and the muscles and muscles on his body came to life like a python, squirming, the epithelia expanded, the bones shook, and the ground shattered one after another between his steps.

The giant sword in his hand was also raised by Xia Hou, exuding a tragic and bloodthirsty aura.

"Just use my giant que to match your Xuanyuan sword and see who is better!" Xiahou was awe-inspiring, and between speaking, he looked at the big sword in his hand, exuding a trace of tenderness, as if he was on his own lover. "Juque, Juque, this time, let's kill the enemy together!"

"Let's go!"

Lu Yun held the little fox in his hand, and instructed several girls beside him, and his words fell into Ning Caichen's ears at the same time.

"Why should we go, don't we watch here?"

Ning Caichen asked curiously.

"If you don't want to be killed by their fallout, just watch!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Yun's mouth, but he said lightly.

Yan Chixia is holding the Xuanyuan Sword, and Xiahou is holding Juque, how can the aftermath of their war be borne by a little scholar?

Before the scholar grew up to be a great Confucian, he was only a scholar, too weak.

One Xiahou can easily beat 10,000 scholars......

Not only scholars, but even Xin Fourteen, the Chrysanthemum Demon, I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand the aftermath of the war between the two.

The Xuanyuan Sword is a rumored humane holy sword, which is born to restrain demons and monsters, and is afraid that the righteous energy emitted by a single sword can beat a few little goblins back to their original form.

Of course, the Xuanyuan Sword in Yan Chixia's hand, although it is called the Xuanyuan Sword, in Lu Yun's opinion, does not look like the one in the hands of the legendary Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

It should just be the same name......

But it is also a peerless sword!

It is still righteous and awe-inspiring, and the spirit of the royal road is remarkable.

The giant sword in Xiahou's hand is a giant que, which was cast by Ou Yezi, a famous craftsman in Yue, and it is also a sharp weapon in the world.

Ou Yezi was a native of Yue from the late Spring and Autumn Period to the early Warring States Period, and the history records that he cast the five swords of Zhanlu, Chunjun, Shengxie, Fish Intestine and Juque for the King of Yue.

Legend has it that when Ou Yezi was casting a sword, "the mountain of red pansy broke out of tin, the stream of Ruoye dried up and came out of copper, the rain master swept and sprinkled, the thunder gong drummed, the dragon held the furnace, and the emperor of heaven loaded charcoal; Ouye, because of the spirit of heaven, learned its tricks, and made three major punishments and two minor punishments; one is Zhanlu, the second is pure Jun, the third is victory over evil, the fourth is fish intestines, and the fifth is Juque".

These swords were successfully made by Ou Yezi with the help of the heavenly gods and his talents, and they are all priceless rare swords.

Juque sword, can "wear the copper kettle, the iron is absolutely iron, and the Xu Zhong is as decisive as rice, so it is called Juque".

It is a divine soldier among divine soldiers.

This time the battle of swordsmen is interesting.