Pan Chong and Zhou Jifeng only hesitated.

The size is still clearly distinguished.

Pan Chong and Zhou Jifeng looked like brothers in distress, gave each other an encouraging look, and walked over.

Coming to Yu Shangrong, Pan Zhong said, "Mr. Er, I'm sorry. ”

For a cultivator who pursues the ultimate in swordsmanship, the sword is the same as life, no different.

How could Yu Shangrong be willing......

"Master, the sword is here!" Yu Shangrong knelt down again and pressed the immortal sword to the ground.

The crowd sighed.

I didn't expect Mr. Er, who was so arrogant, to make such a gesture for the sake of a sword. But on second thought, the person he worshipped was his master and his mentor. No matter what happened in the past, Lu Zhou could also stand his kneeling.

Pan Chong and Zhou Jifeng didn't dare to step forward and forcibly seize it, so they could only look at Yu Shangrong helplessly.

The two looked at each other, at a loss.

They set their eyes on Lu Zhou's body, waiting for the order.

I had no choice but to force it.

The sword, indeed, is important, but it is not so reactive.

Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "You rely too much on the Immortal Sword, so that your sword path has stagnated. ”

Yu Shangrong looked at the ground and said:

"The way of the apprentice's sword is not limited by weapons, but by the golden lotus! Master...... The sword is in the man!"

You can hear it.

There was a noticeable fluctuation in his mood.

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

Everyone shook their heads.

How to win?

With such a big disparity in strength, this is not an opportunity, it is tantamount to refusal.

Yu Shangrong looked at the Immortal Sword......

Caught it.

His mood at the moment is no different from Duanmusheng before, knowing that he will lose, he has to give it a try.

Walk with your sword in your hand and rush forward.

He used the simplest and sharpest moves to dodge forward.

Without vitality, the way of the sword is a competition of swordsmanship skills.

A sword stabbed out.

Lu Zhou slapped the sword body with one palm.

Stab again, shoot again.

Stab, hit, point, pick, cut, split...... All the moves that can be used are vividly reflected at this moment, dazzling.

Yu Shangrong relied on the strength of his body alone to bring a gust of fresh wind.

Chic and elegant.

The mantra of the Guiyuan Sword Technique, from the beginning to the end, word by word appeared in his mind.

In the beginning, the sword was like a shadow.

In the middle of the game, the sword is like the wind.

In the end, the sword was like a storm.

......

Lu Zhou was calm and kept clapping his hands.

The memory of thousands of years of practice is as if I had experienced it myself.

The Guiyuan sword technique has always been taught to Yu Shangrong by Lu Zhou...... In terms of understanding, he is no worse than Yu Shangrong.

In addition, he has the strengths of hundreds of schools and understands the trade-offs between pros and cons.

Although he is old, he doesn't look like he should be at this age.

Yu Shangrong is fast, and Luzhou is fast.

Yu Shangrong is slow, and Luzhou is slow.

Each palm was just lined up on the body of the Immortal Sword.

Bang bang.

Everyone shook their heads.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"The pavilion master knows too much about the Guiyuan sword technique, and every move and style of Mr. Two is under the control of the pavilion master. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Obviously, Lu Zhou's comprehension of the Guiyuan Sword Technique is not weaker than Yu Shangrong.

Although Luzhou did not fight back...... But he defused all of Yu Shangrong's attacks, and he was even better.

"Hey, he lost from the moment Mr. Second made a move......," Hua Wudao said, "He was already inferior to the Pavilion Master in terms of skills, and he was suppressed in terms of momentum, confidence, and mentality, and he lost his sharpness." ”

Bang!

Lu Zhou made a ruthless move this time, suddenly exerted his strength, and slapped his palm on the body of the Immortal Sword.

Yu Shangrong's hand loosened, and the sword came out of his hand.

Clang.

The battle is over.

Lu Zhou withdrew his palm, put it behind him, and looked indifferently at the immortal sword on the ground.

There was silence in front of the cave.

Although this is only a battle without the use of vitality, in terms of skill, Lu Zhou has already won.

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

The pavilion master can even restrain your cultivation, what other means do you have?

Yu Shangrong's arrogance was further suppressed and crushed.

"Master, enter the three souls...... Did you keep your hand?" asked Yu Shangrong.

"You are away from the Mahayana of the way of the sword...... It's still far from it. ”

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and waved his sleeves and continued, "Yu Zhenghai, the same is true. “

Yu Shangrong: "......"

If you become a king or lose, there is no reason to lose.

Winner, say everything right.

Lu Zhou saw that although he didn't speak, his expression seemed to be unconvinced, so he stroked his beard and said:

"Return to the three souls, into the womb light, cool spirit, ghost, fetal light to the power of the body, cool spirit to the will soul, ghost spirit to immortal, infinite way, soul for yin, spirit for yang. ”

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

He's pretty proud.

I pride myself on remembering them all.

But no one doubted his words.

After all, there are not many people in the world who can reach the height of his sword path.

"Since you are not convinced, then the old man will teach you what the real kendo is. ”

He suddenly remembered what he had learned before the crossing, and the two memories had unconsciously reached an indescribable fusion. This convergence ...... It gave him a new insight into spiritual practice.

Yu Shangrong was too proud.

If you can't suppress his pride, you will definitely suffer in the future.

After a moment of silence, Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said calmly:

"The highest level of kendo is that no sword is better than a sword. ”

No sword is better than a sword?

Don't say it's Yu Shangrong.

Even the people present were confused.

On the contrary, it was Duanmu Sheng, who suddenly remembered that when the barrier was broken, the master had personally performed the sword path pointed out by the Heavenly Grace when he was above the Demon Heaven Pavilion, and he had comprehended it at that time, but he didn't understand it all.

So, he listened more carefully than everyone else.

There are also the three elders of the Old Age Pavilion, who suddenly became interested and wanted to listen to the pavilion master's high opinions.

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

......

Lu Zhou said: "The sword is divided into three classes, the sword of the first-class commoner, everyone can use it, down to the peddler pawn, up to the prince of heaven, but it is just a fierce fight, swaggering through the market;

"The third class, the sword of the Son of Heaven, with a hundred countries as the edge, mountains and seas as the front, the system with the five elements, the opening of yin and yang, the holding of spring and summer, the line of autumn and winter, unparalleled in the world, the world is subdued.

"The same is true of knives......"

Speaking of which.

Silent.

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

This is the insight of the Daomen...... And you, competing with the way of the sword, are at most second-class. ”

Yu Shangrong's expression was complicated.

According to this statement, senior brother Yu Zhenghai wants to seize the world and make the world subjugated, and his sword is the third class?

Lu Zhou saw the change in his face, knew what he was thinking, and said:

"Yu Zhenghai wants to take a hundred countries as the front and the world will be subdued. How...... He doesn't have this ability, at most, he is second-class. ”

Yu Shangrong was suddenly curious and said, "Then who is the third class?"

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