Chapter 437

Hearing Fusu's words, Zhang Liang was expressionless. He knew that the latter was kind-hearted and wanted to pay equal attention to grace and authority, but the state of Qin and him were destined to be on the same line.

In this way, the Qin army combined with the six sword slaves to encircle and suppress the Mohist school. It was worth losing a game, and he believed that his senior brother would be able to turn the tide.

"The ovary is willing to admit defeat."

Fusu knew that Zhang Liang obviously had a close relationship with the Mohist school, which was a great loss to the Empire: "this one is even a draw."

Zhao Gao nodded slightly. For a moment just now, he noticed the breath on Zhang Liang. It was not much worse than he wanted. If he really started, the six sword slave would not be able to win. It could save face and not lose. A draw is the best outcome.

"Yes, the six sword slave retreated."

At Zhao Gao's command, the six sword slaves put away their ancient famous swords and went straight outside the Kendo hall.

The six sword slaves disappeared in sight. Zhang Liang turned around and said, "the skill of the ovary is inferior to that of others. It all depends on the childe's compassion and the wind of the king. The ovary is worshipped."

"The second preparation, the last argument on the son's wife, certainly let us see the power of the Confucianist war of words. I hope we can see those real talents and learning in this one." LISS is also very unhappy about Zhang Liang's failure to enter the oil and salt, but Fusu is here, and he can't give a warning.

The thick, crazy and burly Sheng Qi came forward and just stood there, giving people an amazing sense of oppression. Li Si's eyes fell on Yan Lu and Fu Nian: "I don't know who Confucianists will fight?"

"I'll fight." Yan Lu came forward and looked at the Tu Xing in Sheng Qi's hand. There was no strange fluctuation in his eyes.

Yan Lu, the second leader of xiaoshengxian village, is known as the "three heroes of Qilu" together with his senior brother Fu Nian and his junior brother Zhang Liang.

Since childhood, he has been living under the dazzling brilliance of Fu Nian, but he has no strong desire to compete and win. He is comfortable. He is very indifferent to life, likes silence and doesn't like movement. Almost no one knows his real strength.

Looking at Yan Lu empty handed, Sheng Qi was surprised. He didn't know what tricks Xiao Shengxian villa was playing. He couldn't help asking, "don't you use weapons?"

As soon as the words fell, a jasper sword handle appeared in Yan Lu's hand: "this is my weapon. Please give me some advice."

Sheng Qi is different from the six sword slaves. He doesn't obey anyone's orders. He only follows his own brain thinking and action. Naturally, he doesn't want to give little sage villa a chance to play tricks. As soon as Yan Lu's words fall, Tu Xing cleaves down with terrible strength.

After a few moves, Sheng Qi found that although Yan Lu was not strong, his strength could compete with him, and the latter only tried to dodge, and he didn't hurt the latter.

"If you don't draw your sword, it will be very dangerous."

"The sword is in your hand. You should be careful."

The strength of the two men was half weight, and the hilt in Yan Lu's hand also showed its original shape: "the sword in hand is called Han Guang, and the sword spectrum ranks 16th."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the Kendo hall had their own thoughts.

Mu Qingxiao whispered, "the handle of the sword is like a jasper. There are blades in the front and back. At the same time, the blade will appear in the light. One of the three swords around Kong recorded in Liezi Tang Wen is invisible. He knows that he doesn't know what he touches. It is boundless. He passes through things without being aware of them, and the edge is hidden. It is the nature of light."

A gentleman has no dispute, light is invisible, and sitting and forgetting is unintentional.

It is really rare that the three appear in one person at the same time. It is a perfect fit, which makes Yan Lu enter an absolute realm of nothingness. In this way, he can get twice the result with half the effort. No wonder he has the peak cultivation of a great master, which is not weaker than that of the leader of Confucianism.

Looking at the mature and steady figure in the center of the Kendo hall, mu Qingxiao's mouth aroused an interesting smile. There was a foundation building Friar and three great masters. No wonder Confucianism could develop into a school.

Fusu was also shocked. There are only a few famous swords in the world. Unexpectedly, three swords have appeared in xiaoshengxian villa.

Zhao Gao was confused. The light that the net had searched everywhere was unexpectedly in Yan Lu's hands. What's the origin of the latter?

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The scene was imminent, and the sword shadow was everywhere. Yan Lu fought with Sheng Qi. It was as fast as lightning. Sitting in the first seat, Fusu couldn't keep up with their speed.

Ordinary disciples of Confucianism, looking at the center of the Kendo hall, the two of you are stunned and dare not breathe.

Although the sword just cut off Sheng Qi's wrist guard, it didn't gain the upper hand. Yan Lu turned around and looked at the burly figure in front of him and said with some emotion.

"You wear a copper cauldron, sharpen the iron and make the Tu Xing. When you debut, the sword spectrum ranked no more than 200. In just ten years, it jumped to No. 11. It really deserves its reputation."

Sheng Qi's face was full of seriousness. Without previous surprise, he glanced at his broken wrist guard and said, "it's fast and accurate to cut off the wrist guard under the attack of the Tu Xing, but it's a pity that it's not powerful enough to kill people."

Hearing Shengqi's ironic words, Yan Lu didn't think so: "we are just opponents, not enemies."

"Is there a difference?"

Having experienced the strange of light, Sheng Qi has been on guard. He holds the Tu Xing with one hand and bullies him, opening and closing.

Yan Lu easily avoided the Tu Xing that swept through the two, held Han Guang in front of him, contacted the light, and the sword appeared in the sight of everyone.

In an instant, Yan Lu used the effect of containing light to reflect the light and shadow of the sword body, went straight to Shengqi, and his edge was contained but not exposed, which was the essence of containing light.

In the strong light, Shengqi couldn't open his eyes. However, Yan Lu, as a modest gentleman, naturally disdained sneak attacks.

When the dazzling light disappeared, Sheng Qi attacked again and didn't appreciate it at all. The more he fought, the more surprised he was. Tu Xing was extremely powerful. It was clear that he had completely suppressed the edge of light, but he couldn't restrain the latter.

While avoiding the Tu Xing attack, Yan Lu did not forget to launch an attack. The attack and defense were combined like a ball of cotton wool, making his attack nowhere to focus.

Glancing at Yan Lu, the uncertain breath fluctuated. Mu Qingxiao raised a smile at the corners of his mouth, converged his body, hid his wisdom, left his form to know, and hid among all sentient beings.

When you are weak, you will be weak. Sit and forget the mental method. It's really interesting to have strange accomplishments.

At the beginning, he helped Xiaoyi practice, but he personally understood the Taoist's Wanchuan autumn water, and the Confucian sitting and forgetting mind method actually coincided with the Taoist, which is indeed the same path.

Just as mu Qingxiao was thinking, the two men in the center of the Kendo hall had fought for more than a hundred rounds.

Shengqi exudes an amazing killing intention. Every progress is to lock the goal and constantly surpass. It can be said that when it is strong, it is strong, while Yan Lu still maintains the original breath, and when it is weak, it is weak.

No one has the upper hand. It's a wonderful opponent.

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