Pan Chong and Zhou Jifeng just hesitated for a moment.

The size is clear.

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

When he arrived in front of Yu Shangrong, Pan Chong said, "Sir, I'm sorry."

For a practitioner who pursues the ultimate sword art, sword is the same as fate.

How could Yu Shangrong be willing...

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

Everyone sighed.

Unexpectedly, the arrogant second gentleman would make such a gesture for a sword. But then he thought that the person he worshiped was his master and his teacher. No matter what the past was, Luzhou could bear his kneeling.

Pan Chong and Zhou Jifeng did not dare to go forward and forcefully seized, so they could only look at Yu Shangrong helplessly.

The two looked at each other and were at a loss.

They set their eyes on Luzhou and waited for orders.

As a last resort, I had to force it.

Swords are indeed important, but they won't react so much.

Luzhou looked at Yu Shangrong who was kneeling on the ground and said, "You rely too much on the Sword of Eternity that your sword stagnates."

Yu Shangrong looked at the ground and said:

"The disciple's swordsmanship is not limited by weapons, but by golden lotus! Master... the sword is in the human being!"

Can hear it.

His emotions fluctuated significantly.

"I will give you a chance to win me, and I will stay." Luzhou looked at Yu Shangrong.

Everyone shook their heads.

How to win?

The huge gap in strength is so big, this is not an opportunity, it is equivalent to refusing.

Yu Shangrong looked at the sword of immortality...

Catch it up.

His mood at this moment is no different from Duanmusheng before. He knows that he will lose, he still has to give it a try.

Walk with a sword and rush forward.

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

Without vitality, the sword arts are the skills of swordsmanship.

A sword stabbed out.

Luzhou slapped the sword with one hand.

Thorn again, shoot again.

Punch, strike, point, pick, cut, chop... All the tricks that can be used are fully reflected at this moment, dazzled.

Yu Shangrong relied on the strength of his body alone to bring out a gust of breeze.

Clever and elegant.

The mantra of Guiyuan Sword Technique came into his mind from the beginning to the end.

At first, the sword was like a shadow.

In the middle stage, the sword is like the wind.

At the end, the sword was like a storm.

...

Luzhou calmly and kept clapping his hands.

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

The Guiyuan Sword Technique was always taught to Yu Shangrong by Luzhou... In terms of understanding, he is no worse than Yu Shangrong.

In addition, he gathers the strengths of a hundred schools of thought and knows the pros and cons and the advantages and disadvantages.

Although he is old, he does not look like he should be at all at this age.

Yu Shangrong is fast, Luzhou is fast.

Yu Shangrong is slow, Luzhou is slow.

Each palm was just lined up on the sword of immortality.

Bang bang.

Everyone shook their heads when they saw it.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"The Pavilion Master is too familiar with Guiyuan Sword Technique. Every move and every move of Mr. Second is under the control of the Pavilion Master."

Everyone nodded and agreed.

Obviously, Luzhou's understanding of Guiyuan Sword Art is not inferior to that of Yu Shangrong.

Although Luzhou did not counterattack... he resolved all Yu Shangrong's attacks and was even better.

"Hey, he lost the moment Mr. Second took action..." Hua Wudao said, "He was not as good as the Pavilion Master in terms of skills, but was suppressed in terms of momentum, confidence, and mentality, and lost his aura."

Bang!

This time, Luzhou made a ruthless move and suddenly exerted force, slapped the sword of Changsheng.

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

Clanging to the ground.

The battle ends.

Lu Zhou withdrew his palm, held it behind him, and looked indifferently at the sword of immortality on the ground.

There is a quiet place before the cave of thought.

Although this is just a battle without using vitality, Luzhou has won in terms of skills.

Even if he is given vitality and placed in a desperate battle, he has no chance of winning.

The Pavilion Master can even restrain your cultivation level. What methods do you have?

Yu Shangrong's arrogance was further crushed and crushed.

"Master, enter the three souls... have you kept your hands?" Yu Shangrong asked.

"You are still far from the Mahayana of Sword and Dao..."

Luzhou waved his sleeves and continued, "The same is true for Yu Zhenghai."

Yu Shangrong: "..."

If you succeed, the king will lose. If you lose, there is no reason.

The winner, everything is right.

Seeing that although he didn't say anything, Luzhou seemed to be dissatisfied with that expression, he stroked his beard and said:

"Go back and enter the three souls, enter the fetal light, refreshing spirit, secluded essence, fetal light belongs to the power of the body, refreshing spirit belongs to the will and soul, secluded essence belongs to the way of immortality, and the infinite; the soul is yin, and the soul is yang."

Speaking of this, Yu Shangrong said, "The disciple is familiar with him."

He is quite proud.

I remember everything.

But no one doubted his words.

After all, there are not many people who can reach his sword-making level in this world.

"Since you are not convinced, I will teach you what is the real kendo."

He suddenly remembered what he had learned before traveling through time. The two memories had unknowingly achieved an indescribable fusion. This fusion... gave him a new insight into practice.

Yu Shangrong was too proud.

If he cannot suppress his pride, he will inevitably suffer in the future.

After pondering for a moment, Luzhou stroking his beard and said calmly:

"The highest level of swordsmanship is that there is no sword and no sword."

Is there a sword better than no sword?

Don’t say it was Yu Shangrong.
To be continued...