Chapter 752 The Highest Level of Kendo

The battle was not as intense as it had imagined, and only a few rounds were needed to determine the outcome.

Those lotus leaves like sword gangs swept across Zhang Shaoqing's body, and as long as it was half an inch closer, scars would be drawn.

Zhang Shaoqing had a hard time accepting this result. He didn't understand why this person's body did not have a golden lotus, and he was even more unwilling to lose Jiu Ye to Ba Ye... This is a great shame, a shame that is unacceptable to anyone, so he said solemnly. road:

"Come again!!"

Loud sound.

The longevity sword flew back to the scabbard, and Yu Shangrong smiled lightly: "I've never been good at sparring. If it's a real battle, you're already a dead soul under the sword, why do you need to come again?"

"You... I say come again and come again!!"

The sword in Zhang Shaoqing's hand vibrated.

Yu Shangrong ignored him and stepped back in the air.

The outcome has been decided, continue to learn from each other, boring and boring...

This ignoring attitude angered Zhang Shaoqing.

Thousands of sword gangs were born from the sword in his hand, and flew towards Yu Shangrong's back——

"presumptuous."

Sikong Beichen gently stroked his sleeves.

A gust of wind and waves swept through the thousands of sword gangs, knocking Zhang Shaoqing into the air, flipping the volley for a few laps before barely stabilizing.

Zhang Shaoqing's face was horrified.

The palace master took action, like pouring a pot of cold water, which made him completely calm down, and began to realize how narrow and stupid the scene just now was. As Jiuye, to make such a stupid mistake?

"Palace Master forgive me! I...I, I..." Zhang Shaoqing's face was red and he was speechless.

The five leaders, who are not too young, suddenly act like a young man, it is really hard to understand. Originally, it was nothing to admit defeat, but now that I lost the competition, I lost again, and my face was all thrown away.

Although he is old, in front of Lu Zhou and Sikong Beichen, he is no different from young people.

"I've been banned for a month, and I've been thinking about it." Sikong Beichen's tone was calm,

But without losing majesty.

Lu Zhou opened his mouth and said:

"Winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs. It is a good thing for young people to have a competitive spirit. Competitive spirit can supervise and promote progress. But...you cannot be blinded by competitive spirit."

Sikong Beichen nodded: "Why don't you quickly thank Brother Lu?"

"Thank you old senior, old senior is magnanimous, I...I, ashamed, ashamed..." Zhang Shaoqing's old face was embarrassed and slightly excited.

Zhang Shaoqing fell respectfully.

Yu Shangrong looked indifferent, looked into the air, and said:

"The swordsmanship is divided into four grades, the common people's swords can be used by ordinary people; the swords of the princes, fighting for the front with bravery; the sword of the emperor, the princes, the world surrenders; the last level, all things are swords, the way without swords; you Although the might of a sword is powerful, it overemphasizes its power and underestimates its opponents. It has more power than actual combat. If I'm right, you rarely experience life and death."

Before Zhang Shaoqing could answer, Yu Shangrong said again:

"Your sword lacks the understanding of life and death, and lacks killing intent."

Only the masters who often walk on the tip of the knife will better understand the survival and opportunities of every move and every style.

Hearing this, Zhang Shaoqing suddenly realized, and bowed to Yu Shangrong: "Teach me."

He has indeed not experienced too much life and death trials. As the last one in the Nine Layers Hall, he controls the Xuanqi Hall.

Yu Shangrong stopped talking.

Sikong Beichen, who heard this insight, found it very interesting and said, "Since I practiced kendo, this is the first time I heard that swords are divided into four classes. Young man, what class is your kendo?"

Yu Shangrong replied: "My swordsmanship is only second-class. I like to be brave and fight for the front. Being shackled by myself, I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through..."

Lu Zhou glanced at him.

His expression didn't change much, he was as steady as an old dog.

The old man's nonsense kendo theory can only continue to be compiled.

Sikong Beichen nodded and said, "Your cultivation in kendo is already better than Zhang Shaoqing, but only second-class?"

Yu Shangrong nodded lightly: "The way of swordsmanship is endless."

At this point, the sun was already leaning west.

The night wind came.

Yao Qingquan, the first seat of the Ping An Hall, bowed and said, "Palace Master, I will prepare the Taoist pattern and clean it up."

"Do not."

Sikong Beichen raised his hand.

"Palace Master?"

Sikong Beichen tapped his toes, and floated straight out like a catkin.

When it floated out, the ten-leaf lotus blossomed.

The Dharma body appears and then dissipates.

The ferocious beasts in the sky rushed over frantically as if they had seen delicious food.

The people in the Jiuzhong Hall were not worried about the safety of Sikong Beichen at all.

He took the initiative to attract the beast.

The unimaginable number covers the sky and the sun.

Ten leaves... In the eyes of fierce beasts, it is undoubtedly more delicious and attractive than nine leaves.

Just as those beasts were about to pounce, Sikong Beichen raised his fingers.

A sword gang is condensed between the two fingers, and it is waved.

Sword Gang is like snow falling.

They passed through the body of the beast.

The speed is neither fast nor slow, neither fast nor slow.

Lu Zhou suddenly felt that... Sikong Beichen's sword gang seemed to be slowed down. The speed of the beast's flight and the timing of the sword gang's fall, as if they had been rehearsed in advance, hit the beast accurately.

Everyone was shocked.

"This is Shiye's swordsmanship?" Yu Shangrong was also amazed.

"In your opinion, what is my kendo?" Sikong Beichen asked.

Yu Shangrong praised without hesitation: "Sword of the Son of Heaven."

There are not many people in this world who can be praised by Yu Shangrong. Sikong Beichen raised his hand, without using any weapon, condensed the sword with his two fingers, and then drove the vitality around him into a gang. This method is enough to help the world.

Sikong Beichen raised his right hand and asked suspiciously, "Should everything be a sword?"

He is the master of the Nine Layers Hall, and in the evaluation of others, he is peerless.

His swordsmanship should be the highest.

Unexpectedly, Yu Shangrong only gave him the third-class evaluation.

The wind was stronger and whirring.

The wind did not interrupt everyone's communication.

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "Everything can be a sword, there is no way of a sword. Five fingers are also one thing."

It is already difficult to drive the sword gang without using weapons, and it will be difficult if you don't use anything.

Sikong Beichen nodded, thinking it made sense, and said: "Cultivation of one way, with vitality into the body, with vitality into the gang. Yuanqi is also a thing. In this way, no one in the world can achieve the path without swords. Brother Lu... "

He looked at Luzhou.

However, he saw that Lu Zhou's eyes were staring at the front, empty and empty.

Follow Sikong Beichen's gaze.

The top five, Xia Changqiu and Tian Buji, all looked towards Luzhou.

Lu Zhou didn't stroke his beard any more, he put one hand behind him and stopped in front of him with the other, as if froze.

"Master?" Xiao Yuan'er noticed something strange, came to Master's side, and gently tugged at the corner of Master's clothes.

But Luzhou didn't respond.

Only Xiao Yuaner dared to be so daring to pull on Master's clothes.

Xiao Yuan'er came to the front of the master, because of her size, she jumped vigorously and called, "Master?"

The ferocious beasts in the sky were chattering non-stop.

Yao Qingquan said again: "I'll start the Dao Run now."

The gust of wind raged and stimulated the beasts in the sky, Sikong Beichen nodded.

Fall slowly.

"Brother Lu?" Sikong Beichen frowned slightly.

[Ding, you have comprehended the new swordsmanship, set the storm. 】