In Jie's memory, the life that Sir Lu Yan hopes for the most is to escape from the world with a few family members and live peacefully after the world is at peace and the oceans and rivers are clear.
Even his father, although he is also a great hero with great martial arts skills, is ranked second in his mind compared to your lord's courage and ambition to have the world in mind.
But, will the life that adults dream of really come true one day?
In the article "The Fisherman", Feng Tu's extremely sad sword intention made Jie suddenly have many strange feelings towards Lu Yan, whom he respected the most, which he had never had before.
He can find some correspondences with the Confucian beliefs represented by Qu Yuan and the Taoist philosophy represented by the fisherman from Lu Yan.
And the conclusion is...sad.
Jie stared intently at Feng Tu in the battle. The bloody sword shadow was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly with his eyesight.
The rivers and seas in his heart surged violently with this battle. The Thunder Sword in his hand also flashed with electric light.
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"Does anyone know how many moves these two have fought?"
Among the people watching the game, some people licked their dry lips, rubbed their eyes and asked questions.
The one next to him took out the gourd he carried with him and took a sip. "Well, I don't know, my eyes are blurry. They say that insiders know the rules and laymen see the excitement. The level of these two people fighting against each other, we can't even see the excitement."
I can’t stand it. I’ll just wait and see the results.”
One party smiled and said nothing about such remarks.
The fight between Fu Nian and Feng Tu, simply based on the damage to the venue, was not as good as Chen Sheng's in the first fight. For many Jianghu people, they cannot feel the duel of sword intent, and the power of the sword spirit can only be seen through external reference.
Determine the degree of damage to the object.
In this fight, apart from the initial clash of sword energies, there was almost no sword energy escaping, and no special effects that shattered the sky and shattered the earth. The level of the battle was indeed too high for them.
"As you speak, they have already taken down the 275th move. By the time I finish saying this, it should be the 277th move."
Yue Cang was still playing with his bangs with one hand, and his eyes were full of azure sword energy and bloody sword shadows, "If the two of them want to decide the winner, if the fight continues like this, it will probably take at least 500 seconds."
After the recruitment, you have to wait~"
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"You have such profound martial arts, but behind it are the lives of many people."
Fu Nian glared angrily, and split Long Yuan with a sword in his hand. The azure sword energy around Tai'a formed a spiral.
"Being good is like ascending, being evil is like falling. Feng Tu, how many people have you killed with your Longyuan Sword?"
"Massacre?"
Feng Tu snorted coldly, Long Yuan also rolled up a bloody spiral, and struck forward with a strike, the tip of the needle facing the wheat awn!
"Fu Nian, there is no difference between what Confucianism calls awe-inspiring righteousness and my blood-stained sword energy."
"shut up!"
When Fu Nian saw that the other party compared the awe-inspiring aura gained by a Confucian gentleman with the power gained from killing others, he immediately became furious and the ribbon that bound his hair flew upright.
"Hey~" The two swords crossed each other, and with lightning flashing in their eyes, three more swords were exchanged in an instant.
Feng Tu kept looking directly at Fu Nian, and his words were no less sharp than Long Yuanjian, "You and I are both the head of the family of a certain force. Every decision of the family head is reflected in what can be seen and what cannot be seen.
There are disciples who are devoting their lives to this decision."
Fu Nian's pupils contracted instantly and his mind was shaken!
"Hoo~" Long Yuan's sword wind struck him, and he barely managed to withstand it, but because his mind was so disturbed, he lost half of the opportunity to move.
Feng Tu's series of fierce attacks pushed Fu Nian to the point of parrying, and finally, with eighteen swords without any stagnation, he penetrated Tai'a's defense!
"呲呲~" Long Yuan came closer, sparks with lightning, Fu Nian turned his head, and almost felt the sword wind blowing from the tip of his arm and nose. Before he could react, he was hit with a palm in the chest!
The internal energy of this palm made him take four steps back in a row. Blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, and he had obviously suffered internal injuries.
After nearly three hundred moves, someone was finally injured!
The excitement of the crowd of heroes who were watching suddenly returned.
"It turned out to be Mr. Fu Nian who was injured first. Shouldn't there be results?"
"Yes, between masters like them, there is only a slight difference between them, and they are not the reckless man like Chen Sheng."
"It's hard to say, Mr. Fu Nian seems to have only a minor injury."
Feng Tu did not take this opportunity to force Fu Nian to death. Instead, he held Long Yuan Sword horizontally in front of him and slowly smeared the blade with one hand.
"I have used this sword to kill one hundred and fifty-eight people on the battlefield; in the duel between rivers and lakes, I have killed twenty-one losers; within the family, I have killed thirteen people."
"What did you say~" Fu Nian was shocked and furious when he heard that he didn't even spare members of his own family, and Tai'a's sword energy penetrated the world again.
"Thirteen people, including my father, voluntarily died under this Dragon Abyss and used their blood and essence to help me practice this divine and demonic sword technique passed down from my family to Wu Zixu."
"Volunteer?"
"Yes, voluntary."
Tai'a's sword energy dissipated instantly, Fu Nian looked at Feng Tu, and for a moment, he no longer knew how to speak.
Feng Turuo is really a demon. I'm afraid that the Jingchu Jianghu has long been a bloody storm. He himself can also improve his skills by drinking blood, hide in the dark, and continue to become stronger by any means.
But in fact, Feng Tu had already used all his methods to defeat Fu Nian, and only now did he gain the slightest upper hand.
As he said, he is the contemporary head of the Fengbeard family. The elders entrusted him with the important task of reviving the glory of the sword, and they voluntarily sacrificed their lives.
Then, what about Little Saint Xian Manor?
As the leader, Fu Nian made a decision whether many disciples would sacrifice their lives in the process of practice. Will they do it voluntarily?
The so-called gentleman is one who blames himself with the same mind that blames others, and forgives others with the same mind that forgives himself.
Fu Nian remembered that he had just questioned Feng Tu, and it was difficult to face his heart at this moment.
On the Tai'a sword, the azure sword energy still lingers; on the opponent's Longyuan sword, there are also mottled blood.
silence.
"Master Feng, Fu Nian is defeated in this battle."
"Sir, I accept."
Feng Tu's blood-red pupils returned to their original state, he took back the scabbard from a disciple, hung the Long Yuan sword back on his waist, and stepped off the stage.
Fu Nian had kept his eyes slightly closed since admitting defeat. His thick eyebrows gradually relaxed, he cupped his hands at Feng Tu's back, and then left.
In the third sword battle, among the top five sword battles, Long Yuan defeated Tai'a.
"Elder brother, how are you?" Zhang Liang saw that Fu Nian was unhappy, so he took the initiative to greet Fu Nian and asked with concern.
Fu Nian did not look at Zhang Liang, but first glanced in the direction of Wei Zhuang, "I'm fine, Feng Tu's men have a sense of control. You have not yet gained a reputation in the world, and among the top ten, you are the most likely to be challenged. This is
That's what you should worry about."
"Ha, Little Saint Xianzhuang already has senior brother Tai Ajian ranked in the top five. Zifang's name in the top ten is just dispensable."
My decision, the ovary’s decision, the Little Sage Village...
Fu Nianyu sighed deeply in his heart, then looked at Zhang Liang with a deep look, "I hope so."
Immediately, he walked past Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang looked at his back and felt that there seemed to be some changes in his senior brother.