My Disciples Are All Villains - 347. Chapter 342 The height of thought determines the height of the sword (1 more seeking subscription)

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng just hesitated.

The size is still clearly distinguishable.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng looked like brothers and sisters, gave each other encouraging glances, and walked over.

When he came to Yu Shangrong, Pan Zhong said, “Mr. Er, I’m sorry.”

For a cultivator who pursues the ultimate in kendo, the sword is the same as fate.

How would Yu Shangrong be willing to…

“Master, the sword is there!” Yu Shangrong knelt down again, pressing the longevity sword to the ground.

Everyone booed.

Unexpectedly, the arrogant second gentleman would make such a gesture for a sword. But then I thought about it, the person he worshiped was his master, his mentor. Regardless of the past, Lu Zhou could also stand his kneeling.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng didn’t dare to go forward and forcibly seize them, 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 and waited for orders.

I had no choice but to force it.

The sword is indeed important, but it doesn’t react so much.

Lu Zhou looked at Yu Shangrong, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, “You rely so much on the longevity sword that your kendo is stagnant.”

Yu Shangrong looked at the ground and said:

“Tui’er’s kendo is not limited by weapons, but by Jinlian! Master…the sword is in the presence of people!”

You can hear it.

There was a noticeable fluctuation in his mood.

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

Everyone shook their heads for a while.

How to win?

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

Yu Shangrong looked at the longevity sword…

Caught it.

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

Walk with the sword, rush forward.

He used the simplest and most agile moves to move forward.

Swordsmanship without vitality competes with the skills of swordsmanship.

Stabbed with a sword.

Lu Zhou slapped the sword with a single palm.

Puncture again, shoot again.

Stabbing, hitting, tapping, picking, cutting, slicing… all the moves that can be used are manifested vividly at this moment, dazzling.

Yu Shangrong relied solely on the strength of his physical body to bring up gusts of breeze.

Chic and elegant.

The formula of Guiyuan Sword Jue came to his mind every word from the beginning to the end.

In the beginning, the sword was like a shadow.

In the mid-term, the sword is like the wind.

At the end, the sword was like a storm.

…

Lu Zhou took it easy and kept clapping his hands.

The memory of practice for thousands of years is like personal experience.

The Guiyuan Sword Art was always taught to Yu Shangrong by Lu Zhou…In terms of understanding, he was no worse than Yu Shangrong.

In addition, he gathers the best of a hundred families and knows the pros and cons.

Although he was old, he did not act like he should be at this age.

Yu Shangrong is fast, and Luzhou is fast.

Yu Shangrong is slow, but Luzhou is slow.

Every palm is just right on the longevity sword.

Bang bang.

Everyone shook their heads.

Can’t help but sigh.

“The pavilion master knows too much about the Guiyuan sword art. Every move and style of Mr. Er is under the control of the pavilion master.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Obviously, Lu Zhou’s comprehension of Guiyuan Jianjue was not weaker than that of Yu Shangrong.

Although Lu Zhou didn’t counterattack… but he resolved all of Yu Shangrong’s offensives and was even better.

“Hey, he lost from the moment Mr. 2 shot…” Hua Wudao said, “He was already inferior to the pavilion master in technique, and he was suppressed in his momentum, confidence, and mentality, and he lost his spirit.”

boom!

This time, Lu Zhou hit a ruthless hand, suddenly exerted his force, and slapped his palm on the longevity sword.

Yu Shangrong loosened his hand and the sword flew out.

Kang Dang landed.

The battle is over.

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

Think about the silence before the cave.

Although this was just a battle that didn’t use vitality, Lu Zhou had already won in terms of skills.

Even if he was given vitality and placed in a desperate battlefield, there was no chance of winning.

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

Yu Shangrong’s arrogance was further crushed and crushed.

“Master, enter the Three Souls… Have you left your hand?” Yu Shangrong asked.

“You are far from the Sword Dao Mahayana…”

Lu Zhou flicked his sleeves and continued, “Yu Zhenghai, the same is true.”

Yu Shangrong: “…”

Winner and loser, there is no reason to lose.

Winner, everything is right.

Lu Zhou saw that although he did not speak, he seemed to be dissatisfied with his expression, so he stroked his beard:

“Go back and come into the three souls, fetal light, refreshing spirit, and ghostly spirit, fetal light on the power of the body, refreshing spirit on the will and soul, and ghost on the immortal and immortal way; the soul is yin, and the soul is Positive.”

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

He is quite arrogant.

Proud to remember all.

But no one doubted what he said.

After all, there were not a few people who could reach the height of his kendo in the world.

“Since you are dissatisfied, the old man will teach you again what is the real kendo.”

He suddenly remembered what he had learned before crossing. The two memories had unknowingly reached an unspeakable fusion. This kind of fusion… gave him new insights into practice.

Yu Shangrong is too proud.

If he can’t suppress his pride, he will definitely suffer in the future.

After pondering for a moment, Lu Zhou stroked his beard, calmly said:

“The highest state of kendo is that no sword is better than a sword.”

No sword wins with a sword?

Don’t say it is Yu Shangrong.

Even the people present were confused.

On the contrary, it was Duan Musheng who suddenly remembered that when the barrier was broken, the master had personally performed the swordsmanship pointed out by the heavenly servants on the top of the Motian Pavilion.

Therefore, he listened more seriously than others.

There were also three elders from the Senior Pavilion, who were suddenly interested, wanting to hear the pavilion master’s high-level comments.

Others are even more dare not to come out, hoping to get some insights.

…

Lu Zhou said: “Swords are divided into three classes. The swords of the common people of the first class can be used by everyone. They go down to the traffickers and pawns, and go up to the emperor and kings. The front, with the loyal saint as the bar, fight with the sword;

“The third class, the sword of the emperor, takes a hundred kingdoms as the front, mountains and seas as the front, the five elements, the yin and yang, the spring and summer, and the autumn and winter.

“The same goes for knives…”

Speaking of which.

There was no sound.

Only Lu Zhou’s voice in the audience fell into everyone’s ears word by word.

“This is Dao Sect’s opinion… and you, fighting with swordsmanship, are second-class at best.”

Yu Shangrong looked complicated.

According to this statement, Big Brother Yu Zhenghai wants to seize the world and make the world subdued. Is his sword the third class?

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

“Yu Zhenghai wants to take a hundred nations as the front, and the world will be subdued. But… he doesn’t have this ability yet, at best, he is second-class.”

Yu Shangrong suddenly became curious and said, “Then who is the third class?”