Any battle is to compete for victory or defeat. Without victory or defeat, we can''t attack and defend. Yan Lu is just such an invincible and unique draw master.


    But win seven is different. In his world, there is no so-called draw at all. The purpose of fighting is just to win.


    Looking at the figure in the battle in the center of the Kendo hall, mu Qingxiao shook his head slightly. Yan Lu didn''t have a competitive heart, but in Sheng Qi''s heart, he had to win, so they were between Bozhong.


    If Yan Lu takes out his real strength and wins seven, he will be lucky to take the next two moves.


    In the stunned sight of the Confucian disciples, Sheng Qi gave full play to his brute force. When he waved Tu Xing, he swept, chopped and stabbed. With strong power and sharp blade, each sword attacked Yan Lu''s key.


    Yan Lu, with light in his hand, was extremely flexible and gentle. He easily avoided Shengqi''s attack.


    When the sword was recruited, the two men held swords against each other. The Shengqi Tu Xing had been put in front of Yan Lu''s neck, and Yan Lu still kept a gentle smile and didn''t care.


    "The Tu Xing can kill people if it enters for another minute. It seems that the victory or defeat has been divided." as soon as Lisi''s words fell, everyone looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the ground of the Kendo hall.


    "Look... Look, there is a word of benevolence at your feet."


    At this time, at the foot of Shengqi, I don''t know when an obvious word "benevolence" has appeared.


    The Confucianist disciples whispered one after another. Sheng Qi lowered his head. Naturally, he saw the scene under his feet. His pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was full of disbelief. He didn''t understand when and how Yan Lu did it.


    The victory he pursued was to completely overwhelm his opponent, not relying on the advantage of Tu Xing. In the competition just now, he didn''t even have a chance to force Yan Lu to do his best.


    Even, he didn''t understand how the latter did it. It can be seen that there was a great difference between the two.


    "I didn''t win this game, for me it was a loss." that said, but Sheng Qi knew very well that the latter didn''t use his best.


    Liz hugged his fist and said, "the sword competition focuses on the results. In terms of the current results, childe, how to decide the victory or defeat of the second sword competition?"


    When Fu Su heard the speech, his eyes fell on the center of the Kendo hall and said, "both of you are first-class experts, equal. It''s really eye opening. When you fight between life and death, you can do it right away. In this regard, seven wins slightly better than one."


    "The childe''s comments are fair and well founded, and xiaoshengxianzhuang is convinced."


    As soon as Fu Nian''s words fell, Sheng Qi carried the Tu Xing on his shoulder, glanced at Yan Lu, and said seriously: "in my cultivation, I have failed many times, but each time I will become stronger. The next victory or defeat between you and me is only life and death."


    "I''ve been taught."


    When Yan Lu and Sheng Qi returned to their seats one after another, Fusu''s eyes fell on mu Qingxiao and said with a smile: "next, Lao Huangdi."


    As soon as Fusu''s words fell, Zhao Gao smiled. In his impression, mu Qingxiao''s cultivation was so terrible that he couldn''t reach the city, and the cultivation of his handmaid was also unfathomable.


    Let her deal with Confucianism, and then there will be a good play.


    Fu Nian''s eyes were as dignified as ever. As expected, things had developed to the worst.


    Sitting aside, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang noticed the change in Fu Nian''s look. They didn''t know it. Therefore, the twelve princes sitting in the first seat and silently unknown are still the strong ones. It''s really intriguing.


    Mu Qingxiao smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "talking about Tao with a sword is actually a fight. Master Fu Nian, since it''s a fight, why don''t we have a small bet?"


    Hearing mu Qingxiao''s words, Fu Nian was surprised and asked, "Your Highness, how do you want to compete?"


    "What about the famous swords in our respective hands?"


    "Famous sword?"


    Mu Qingxiao''s words had just fallen, and Fu Nian''s eyes became very dignified. The purpose of the latter was the famous sword in their hands.


    Li Si and Fu Su were very surprised. Zhao Gao had a faint smile on his face and looked like he had nothing to do with himself.


    He first knew that mu Qingxiao had terrible cultivation and was collecting famous swords. The purpose of collecting famous swords was unknown.


    In Zhao Gao''s impression, mu Qingxiao is far more mysterious than the mysterious yin-yang family. When he learned that mu Qingxiao was also going to xiaoshengxian villa half a month ago, he knew that the latter was probably coming for the famous sword.


    After all, there are two famous swords in xiaoshengxian villa, ranking among the top ten in the sword spectrum. Now, as he guessed, there will be a good play next.


    Mu Qingxiao''s request made Fu Nian feel a little difficult.


    After all, swords are equal to the lives of swordsmen. When they were born as scholars, they are also swordsmen. If they take out the famous swords for gambling, it would be humiliating to the famous swordsmen.


    However, the latter is the prince of the state of Qin, let alone the famous sword in his own hands. Even if he wants to replace the leader of Confucianism, he must give in.


    Mu Qingxiao naturally didn''t know what the latter thought. The Empire and Confucianism had nothing to do with him. In this position, except his wife Xiaoyi, the task was his only purpose.


    Even if Fusu didn''t invite him, he would come to Confucianism to take the sword. What other people think is their business.


    After a moment of silence, Fu Nian said seriously, "Your Highness wants to bet on those famous swords?"


    "TAIA in the hand of master Fu Nian, Ling Xu in the hand of Mr. Zhang Liang and Han Guang in the hand of Mr. Yan Lu, I don''t know what master Fu Nian thinks?"


    Mu Qingxiao''s words had just fallen, and the atmosphere in the Kendo hall was extremely depressed. Everyone''s eyes fell behind him, even Fusu. It was too much appetite.


    This is what he calls a small bet?


    Three famous swords are used as chips. It is estimated that there is no bigger bet than this in the whole Qin Empire.


    Mu Qingxiao is the prince of the state of Qin. Fu Nian dare not refuse. He looks at Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.


    "Little sage''s manor is my home. It''s all up to the elder martial brother."


    "So is the ovary. It''s all up to the eldest martial brother."


    Yan Lu and Zhang Liang also know that Fu Nian''s choice is very wise. Especially at this critical moment, every move of xiaoshengxian villa is monitored by the Empire.


    Six months ago, the assassination of Haiyue Xiaozhu, Xing Tianming and others appeared in Confucianism many times, and Zhang Liang deliberately delayed the Mohist school. I''m afraid these have been introduced into Ying Zheng''s ears.


    Therefore, regardless of any unreasonable request made by the Empire, the little sage villa has to agree, even if the purpose is the famous sword in their hands, otherwise they may become the remnant of betraying the Empire in the next second.


    Confucianism has developed for a hundred years. If it is destroyed, it will have no face to face its ancestors.


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