The sword box was completely opened. Lu Yan held it in one hand and held the scabbard in his hand.
The end of the sword hilt is decorated with jade silk ribbon, the sword grid is in the shape of an auspicious beast stepping on clouds, and the entire scabbard is made of dark old wood.
He held the scabbard in front of him, and everyone present was watching his movements attentively.
"Hmm? Water Cold Sword?"
Lu Yan held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with a glint of cold light, and found that the Shui Han Sword he had placed beside his desk was trembling.
"My sword too?" Yan Zhi held up an ordinary long sword. The hilt was vibrating violently, and there was a faint sound of friction between the sword blade and the scabbard.
Not just him, but all the sword-bearers present, their swords were trembling, as if they were paying respect to the sacred among thousands of swords.
Chen Xiao stared at Zhan Lu's clear sword and slowly unsheathed it, his lips trembled, and he murmured: "Thousands of swords roar together, is this the real Zhan Lu? If it is in Lu Yan's hands, then the real Zhan Lu will be
,I……"
Lu Yan's eyes suddenly moved. The scabbard he was holding tightly gradually changed as the sword was unsheathed, and cracks spread across the dark ancient wood.
"The scabbard seems to be cracking. What does this mean?" Yan Zhi asked his brother, still staring straight at him.
Yan Yu frowned, unable to answer. Zhan Ludu had not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, and the only legends did not record the scene before him.
Lu Yan was about to pull out the sword completely when a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
The change in the scabbard seems like something is about to appear. Why do I feel a little uneasy?
"Hmm~" With a muffled groan, the sword was fully drawn out, and the scabbard exploded into dust. A sword light shot straight into the sky. In an instant, the sky was cloudless and the air was clear.
Chaos broke out under the golden stage, and at the moment when the sword light was shining brightly, all the weapons visible to everyone's eyes broke off on their own. The Qin army guarding the outside had only half of the rows of icy-cold blades left.
Yan Zhi held up his scabbard, his eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised and lowered. He held the hilt and drew the sword, but only brought out a sword grid, and the blade had already been broken in the sheath.
Chen Xiao raised his head to the sky and exclaimed: "When the sword is completed, the light penetrates the sky, the sun and the moon compete for glory, the stars compete with each other, and the ghosts and gods wail. Unexpectedly, the legend is not exaggerated. This kind of sword energy has never been seen before."
Without waiting for anyone to react, the sword light fell and the white light flashed past. Zhanlu Sword and its scabbard lay quietly beside Chen Xiao's dining table, as if nothing happened.
"this……"
Chen Xiao was surprised. The sound of Lu Yan drawing his sword was earth-shattering. The sword energy just now was obviously the real power of Zhan Lu Sword. The divine sword has spirit, why did it come back to him?
He picked up the sword with both hands, only to find that the scabbard had completely changed. It was engraved with various strange patterns, which was very magical.
"Master Imperial Master." He shouted and presented Zhan Lu to Lu Yan again.
Lu Yan stared at the brand new scabbard. The pattern on it made his heart light up and his mouth taste sweet.
I am unkind!
"Master Imperial Master? Please put this sword away." Chen Xiao handed the sword into his hand, chuckled, and said with great fighting spirit, "Today, I can have a discussion with Master Imperial Master holding the Zhanlu Sword.
It’s a life-long comfort.”
Chen Xiao did not use Zhan Lu Sword to challenge Lu Yan and become famous all over the world, but believed that Lu Yan was the real master of Zhan Lu Sword, and he just came to Lu Yan to compete with him sincerely.
This kind of mentality is beyond the expectations of the Confucians. Now that Lu Yan is in control of Zhanlu, the discussion they have been waiting for is finally about to begin.
"Sir, Zhan Lujian does not belong to words."
"Hmm? What do you mean, Master Imperial Master?"
Lu Yan covered his face and spat out the blood from his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Literally. I am not the wielder of this Zhanlu Sword."
"Hoo~"
He turned the scabbard in his hand and drew the sword again, but Zhan Lu didn't move at all.
"What?"
"Can't draw the sword?" Yan Zhi looked left and right and realized that Lu Yan didn't seem to be cheating, but how could he not be able to draw the sword?
"How is that possible?" Zhuan Sunxun couldn't believe it. Mr. Lu Yan couldn't pull out the Zhanlu Sword. This was too much of a joke.
Lu Yan saw their expressions in his eyes, shook his head and said, "If you don't believe it, Zi Chun, please give it a try."
Zhuan Sunxun stood up and walked over, saluted and took the Zhanlu Sword, "Huh? Hmm~" He tried it twice, frowned, the Confucian mental method started to work, and the sword power rose accordingly. As a result, Zhanlu also remained motionless.
.
"This... no wonder it is Master Ou Yezi's divine sword that ranks first in the list. It's evil, ahem, it's magical and unpredictable."
"No matter how magical a sword is, it's just a sword. Let me give it a try."
Ji Liang, the lacquer carver, walked out with his head held high, looked at Zhuan Sunxun and took the sword from the latter's hand.
"Ah ah~" He shouted in a low voice, and the energy in his whole body shook. The light yellow breath flowed, and his power was mighty and majestic.
When Lu Yan saw this, he looked at him unexpectedly.
I have long heard that the Qidiao clan was adept at martial arts, and that their internal skills were strong, powerful, and majestic, making them unique among Confucianists. Now it seems that they are indeed not bad.
Probably because Lu Yan's poisonous milk was activated successfully, Qi Diao Ji Liang put down the Zhan Lu Sword with a cold face, cupped his hands towards Yan Yu who was sitting over there and said, "I can't pull it out either. Mr. Yan Yu is willing to give it a try."
Yan Yu looked ashamed and shook his head, "Mr. Lu Yan, Mr. Zhuan Sun, and Mr. Qi Diao can't do it. Yu has no confidence, so there is no need to waste time. Please give Mr. Lu Jia a try."
Yan Zhi tilted his head and protested with his eyes at his brother, "If you don't want to try, you won't try. Why did you skip me too?"
Yan Yu glared and pushed him down.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the Mr. Lu opposite me always makes me feel like I’m spying on him. I’ll take this opportunity to test it out.
He gave up directly and singled out Lu Jia, causing everyone else's attention to focus on him.
Lu Yan also secretly speculated in his heart: The Xun faction was very messy because the teacher didn't care about anything. Many people who had similar ideas and opinions would pull out the teacher's tiger skin. Where did this Lu Jia come from?
The information about the person who came is unclear, other than that he was from Chu.
Moreover, he claimed to have received guidance from his teacher and came to Handan, but he never paid a visit to me, his direct disciple. This is somewhat unjustifiable.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lu Jia was originally leisurely and leisurely, but now facing the public eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked, "Ha, in this case, it is better to be respectful than to obey orders. Confucian scholars will inevitably feel sad when they see Zhan Lu.
I'm looking forward to it. Let's take a look at Jia Shizhi."
He stood up and left the table, walked forward, saluted Ji Liang, the lacquer carver, took Zhan Lu, and signaled to everyone that he was ready to draw his sword.
Even Lu Yan is staring at me, which is not good. Could it be that Yan Yu did it on purpose? Lu Yan has great strength, and what’s even more terrifying is that his mental strength is strong. If I reveal a flaw...
"Huh huh~ I'm better than my master."
Lu Jiati was practicing the Qi Luck Skill. A light blue halo surrounded his whole body, and the temperature in the air gradually dropped. It was clearly an internal skill with cold attributes.
"Oh~ It seems that Jia is not someone recognized by Divine Sword." He shook his head helplessly, loosened the hilt of the sword, and handed it back to Chen Xiao, "The starlight fell to the ground, and Mr. Chen Xiao got it. Could it be that it went in a big circle, Zhan
The person Lu always acknowledges is you, sir."
"this……"
Chen Xiao held the sword and looked at everyone in turn, and finally his eyes rested on Lu Yan.
Lu Yan smiled and stretched out his hand to signal, "Zhan Lu is a gift from heaven. Sir, what do you want me to do? Quickly pull it out and give it a try. Don't make me wait for everyone."
Chen Xiao calmed down and raised the scabbard in front of his eyes. The patterns on it were strange and complex, but they seemed to be hiding a hidden edge, waiting for someone to understand them.
"Yeah~"
"Ugh~"
As soon as Chen Xiaofu exerted his strength, the Zhanlu Sword came out of its sheath with a chant, and the entire golden platform shook, and the aura of awe filled the heaven and earth.
Lu Yan's eyes dimmed, and he thought to himself that it was true.
I believe that the sword of benevolence was indeed brought into the world because of the celebration I held. But I am not benevolent after all.
What is benevolence? Chen Xiao, I hope you don't die too early. I also hope to see how you interpret this word.