Vol 3 Chapter 752: Supreme Kendo

The battle is not as intense as imagined, only a few rounds will be the winner.
Those lotus leaves that looked like swords and gangs crossed Zhang Shaoqing's body, and as long as they were nearly half an inch, they scratched.
It is difficult for Zhang Shaoqing to accept this result. He does not understand why this person’s dharma body does not have golden lotus, and he is not willing to lose nine leaves to eight leaves... This is a huge shame, a shame that is hard to accept on anyone, so he sinks Road:
"Come again!!"
The sound is loud.
The longevity sword flew back to the scabbard, Yu Shangrong smiled lightly: "I have always been not good at learning. If it is actual combat, you are already a dead soul under the sword, why do you have to come again?"
"You... I said come again and come again!!"
The sword in Zhang Shaoqing's hand was buzzing and trembling.
Yu Shangrong ignored him and returned to the air.
The outcome is divided, continue to learn, boring and boring...
This kind of indifference and careless attitude angered Zhang Shaoqing.
With a sword in his hand, thousands of swords flies, flying towards Yu Shangrong's back
"presumptuous."
Si Kong Beichen gently brushed his sleeves.
A wind and a wave rolled through the thousands of swords and gangs, lifted Shaoqing Zhang, and flipped the volley several times before barely stabilizing.
Zhang Shaoqing looked terrified.
The master's shot, as if pouring a pot of cold water, calmed him down completely, and realized how narrow and stupid the scene was. As Jiuye, did you make such a stupid mistake?
"The Lord of the Palace forgive sins! I...I am..." Zhang Shaoqing looked crimson, speechless.
The five first seats are not young, and suddenly make such a move like a young man, it is really difficult to understand. It was okay to admit defeat at first, but now I lose and learn, and I lose all of my faces.
Although he is old, he is no different from young people in front of Luzhou and Sikong Beichen.
"Full-footed for a month, the face thought about it." Sikong Beichen's tone was very calm, but it was still majestic.
Luzhou said:
"Victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists. It is a good thing for young people to have a good heart. A good heart can supervise steps. But... you cannot be blinded by the good heart."
Sikong Beichen nodded: "Don't hurry to thank Brother Lu?"
"Thank you, senior, for being generous and generous, I... I am ashamed, ashamed..." Zhang Shaoqing's old face was embarrassed and slightly agitated.
Zhang Shaoqing respectfully fell down.
Yu Shangrong looked indifferently, looked into the air, and said:
"Kendo is divided into four grades, the sword of the common people can be used by ordinary people; the sword of the princes, fighting with bravery; the sword of the emperor, the princes of the world, the surrender of the world; the last one, all things are swords, no sword; Although the power of a sword is powerful, it puts too much emphasis on power and underestimates the opponent. There is more power than actual combat. If I am right, you rarely experience life and death."
Before Zhang Shaoqing answered, Yu Shangrong said:
"Your sword lacks understanding of life and death, and lacks intention to kill."
Only a master who often walks on the tip of the knife will know more about the survival and opportunities of every move and every style.
Zhang Shaoqing heard the words and suddenly realized that he was facing Yu Shangrong: "Teached."
He really did not experience much life and death tempering. As the last and highest ranking of the nineth hall, he controlled Xuanqi Hall,
Yu Shangrong stopped talking.
After hearing this opinion, Sikong Beichen thought it was very interesting and said, "Since I have practiced kendo, I have heard for the first time that the sword is divided into four grades. Young man, what is your kendo?"
Yu Shangrong replied: "My swordsmanship, but it's only second class. I like to fight bravely. I am shackled by myself, I'm afraid I can't make a breakthrough..."
Luzhou glanced at him.
The expression did not change much, as steady as an old dog.
The old man's casually arrogant theory of kendo can only continue to be edited.
Si Kong Beichen nodded and said: "Your cultivation practice on Kendo has already surpassed Zhang Shaoqing, but is only second-class?"
Yu Shangrong nodded gently: "The swordsmanship is endless."
At this time, the sun was already slanting west.
The evening wind hit.
Yao Qingquan, the first of the Ping An Temple, bowed and said, "Lord Master, I'm going to prepare the pattern and tidy up."
"Do not."
Sikong Beichen raised his hand.
"Master?"
Sikong Beichen's toes were lighter, like catkins, and floated straight out.
When floating out, the ten-leaf lotus bloomed.
The dharma body appeared and dissipated.
The fierce beasts in the sky, like seeing delicious food, rushed insanely.
Everyone in the Nineth Hall has nothing to worry about the safety of Sikong Beichen.
He took the initiative to attract fierce beasts.
Exceed the imagination, cover the sky.
Ten leaves... in the eyes of the fierce beast, it is undoubtedly more delicious and attractive than nine leaves.
Just when those fierce beasts were about to pounce, Sikong Beichen raised his fingers.
There was a Jiangang between two fingers, and a wave was easily thrown.
Jiangang fell like snow.
Have passed through the body of the fierce beast.
The speed is not slow or slow, not fast or slow.
Luzhou suddenly felt that... Sikong Beichen's Jian Gang seemed to be slowed down. The flight speed of the beast and the timing of the fall of the Jian Gang, as if they had been rehearsed in advance, hit the beast accurately.
Everyone was shocked.
"This is Shiba's Kendo?" Yu Shangrong was also amazed.
"In your opinion, what is my sword path?" Sikong Beichen said.
Yu Shangrong praised without hesitation: "Tianzijian."
There are not many people in this world who can applaud Yu Shangrong. Sikong Beichen raised his hand without using any weapons, condensing Jiangang with two fingers, and then driving the surrounding vitality into Gang. This method is enough to help the world.
Sikong Beichen raised his right hand, wondering: "Shouldn't everything be a sword?"
He is the master of the Jiuzhong Hall, and peerless in the evaluation of others.
His swordsmanship is supposed to be the highest.
Unexpectedly, Yu Shangrong only gave him the third-class evaluation.
The wind grew louder and cried.
The wind did not interrupt everyone's communication.
Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "Everything can be a sword, and there is no sword. Five fingers are also counted as one thing."
It is already difficult to use a weapon to drive the Jiangang. If nothing is used, it will be difficult.
Sikong Beichen nodded and felt reasonable, saying, "Cultivate a way, enter the body with vitality, and form gangs with vitality. The vitality is also a thing. In this way, no one in the world can achieve the way without swords. Brother Lu... "
He looked at Luzhou.
But he saw Luzhou's eyes shining brightly in front of him, empty and empty.
Follow Si Kong Beichen's gaze.
The top five seats, Xia Changqiu, Tian Boji, all looked at Luzhou.
Luzhou didn't caressing anymore, but fell behind with one hand and stopped in front of him with another hand, as if frozen.
"Master?" Little Kite noticed the weirdness~EbookFREE.me~ came to Master's side and gently pulled the corner of Master's clothes.
But Luzhou did not respond.
On the scene, only Xiao Xieer dared to dare to pull Master's clothes.
Little Kite came to Master and jumped hard for some reason, calling, "Master?"
The fierce beasts in the sky are chattering nonstop.
Yao Qingquan said again: "I'll start the streaks here."
The violent wind raged and stimulated the fierce beasts in the sky, Sikong Beichen nodded.
Slowly fall.
"Brother Lu?" Sikong Beichen frowned slightly.
[Ding, you have realized the new swordsmanship and set the storm. 】