Hearing Fu Su's words, Zhang Liang was expressionless. He knew that the latter was kind and wanted to show both kindness and power. However, the Qin Country was destined to not be on the same side as him.
With that, the Qin army working together with the Six Sword Slaves to encircle the Mohists would be delayed. Losing this round was worth it. Furthermore, he believed that his senior brother would be able to turn the situation around.
"Zi Fang is willing to admit defeat."
Fu Su knew that Zhang Liang had a close relationship with the Mohists, which was a huge loss to the empire, "This round is considered a draw."
Zhao Gao nodded slightly. Just now, he had sensed Zhang Liang's aura for a moment, and it turned out that Zhang Liang's aura was not much weaker than his. If they were to really fight, the Six Sword Slaves might not be able to take Zhang Liang down.
"Yes, Six Sword Slaves, you may leave."
Receiving Zhao Gao's order, the Six Sword Slaves put away their ancient swords and walked out of the dojo.
When the Six Sword Slaves disappeared, Zhang Liang turned around and said, "My skills are not as good as yours. It is all thanks to Young Master's generosity."
"Prepare for the second round. In the last round, we saw the Confucian Faction's ability to battle words. I hope that we can see their true skills in this round." Li Si was unhappy that Zhang Liang was so stubborn. However, with Fu Su here, it was not up to him to warn him.
The burly Sheng Qi walked up. Just by standing there, he gave off a shocking pressure. Li Si's gaze landed on Yan Lu and Fu Nian, "Who from the Confucian Faction will accept the challenge?"
"I will accept the challenge." Yan Lu walked up and looked at the Great Ravager in Sheng Qi's hands. There was no weird fluctuation in his eyes.
Yan Lu, the second-in-charge of the Little Saint Manor. Together with Senior Brother Fu Nian and Junior Brother Zhang Liang, they were known as the Qilu Three Heroes.
He had been living under the dazzling glory of Fu Nian since he was a child, but he didn't have a strong competitive spirit. He was very indifferent to the world and liked to be quiet. Almost no one knew his true strength.
Looking at Yan Lu's empty hands, Sheng Qi was a little surprised. He did not know what tricks the Little Saint Manor was playing. He could not help but ask, "You don't need a weapon?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a jasper sword hilt appeared in Yan Lu's hand. "This is my weapon. Please advise me."
Sheng Qi was different from the Six Sword Slaves. He didn't listen to anyone's orders and only followed his own thoughts. Naturally, he didn't want to give Little Saint Xian Zhuang a chance to play any tricks. Just as Yan Lu finished speaking, Ju Que slashed down with a terrifying force.
After a few moves, Sheng Qi found that although Yan Lu's figure was not tall and sturdy, his strength could compete with his. Moreover, the latter only cared about dodging, so he did not have the slightest chance to hurt the latter.
"If you don't draw your sword, it will be very dangerous."
"The sword is already in my hand. You must be careful."
The strength of the two was about the same. The sword hilt in Yan Lu's hand was also revealed. "The sword in my hand is called Cold Light, ranked sixteenth in the sword manual."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the Kendo Dojo had their own thoughts.
Mu Qingxiao murmured, "The sword hilt is like jasper, and there are blades at the front and back. At the same time, the blade will only appear under the light. It is one of the three swords of Kong Zhou recorded in Liezi Tangwen. It is invisible, and one does not know where it touches. It is boundless, and it passes through things without them noticing. The sharpness is hidden but not revealed.
A gentleman does not compete, Cold Light is invisible, and forgetful.
These three appeared on one person at the same time, and they were perfectly compatible. It was really rare, causing Yan Lu to enter an absolute state of nothingness. This way, his cultivation would be twice the result with half the effort. No wonder he had the cultivation of a peak Great Grandmaster and was not inferior to the Confucian Sect Leader, Fu Nian.
Looking at the mature and steady figure in the center of the Kendo Dojo, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into an interesting smile. A Foundation Establishment Cultivator and three Great Grandmasters. No wonder the Confucian Sect could develop into a sect.
Fu Su's eyes were also somewhat shocked. There were only a few famous swords in the world. He didn't expect that Little Saint Xian Zhuang would already have three of them.
Zhao Gao looked confused. He had searched everywhere for Cold Light, but he didn't expect it to be in Yan Lu's hands. What was the background of the latter?
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The scene was on the verge of breaking out. Sword shadows shot out in all directions. Yan Lu and Sheng Qi fought as fast as lightning. Fu Su, who was sitting on the main seat, could not keep up with their speed.
The ordinary disciples of the Confucian Sect looked at the two people fighting in the center of the Kendo Dojo and were dumbfounded. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Although the sword just now broke Sheng Qi's wrist guard, it didn't gain the upper hand at all. Yan Lu turned around and looked at the burly figure in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh.
"Piercing the Copper Cauldron, Absolute Iron Refinement, Juque. When you debuted, you were only ranked in the top two hundred. In just ten years, you jumped to the eleventh place. You really live up to your reputation."
Sheng Qi's face was full of seriousness. He was no longer as surprised as before. He glanced at his broken wrist guard and said, "To be able to break the wrist guard under Juque's attack, you are fast and accurate. Unfortunately, you are not strong enough to kill."
Hearing Sheng Qi's mocking words, Yan Lu didn't care. "We are just opponents, not enemies."
"Is there a difference?"
Having already experienced the strangeness of Light Concealment, Sheng Qi was already prepared. He held Juque with one hand and rushed forward.
Yan Lu easily dodged Juque and held Light Concealment in front of him. When Light Concealment touched the light, the sword appeared in everyone's sight.
In an instant, Yan Lu used the effect of Light Concealment to reflect the light of the sword and went straight for Sheng Qi. The sharpness was hidden. This was the true nature of Light Concealment.
Under the strong light, Sheng Qi couldn't open his eyes. However, as a gentleman, Yan Lu naturally disdained to launch a sneak attack.
When the dazzling light disappeared, Sheng Qi attacked again. The more he fought, the more surprised he was. Juque's power was extremely domineering. It clearly suppressed the sharpness of Light Concealment, but it still couldn't restrain the latter.
While Yan Lu dodged Juque's attack, he didn't forget to launch an attack. His attack and defense combined like a ball of cotton, making his attacks unable to focus.
Mu Qingxiao glanced at the vague aura fluctuations coming from Yan Lu's body. His lips curled up in a smile. He restrained his body and hid his wisdom, leaving his body to know, escaping among the masses.
He became weak when facing the weak. Sitting and Forgetting Mantra, a strange cultivation. Interesting.
When he helped Xiao Yi cultivate, he personally comprehended the Daoist's Thousand Rivers and Autumn Water. The Confucian's Sitting and Forgetting Mantra was actually similar to the Daoist.
Just as Mu Qingxiao was deep in thought, the two people in the center of the dojo had already fought for more than a hundred rounds.
Sheng Qi's body emitted a shocking killing intent. Every time he improved, he locked onto his target and kept surpassing it. It could be said that he became stronger when facing the strong. On the other hand, Yan Lu still maintained his original aura and became weaker when facing the weak.
No one had the upper hand. What a wonderful opponent.
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