My Disciples Are All Villains - 304. Chapter 299 Demon Heaven On Sword (1 more seeking subscription)

Without the formation pattern, the coffin stayed here.

People who are about to die are fearless.

Gong Yuandu’s attitude is also basically clear.

After the lines disappear.

Gong Yuandu’s voice spread throughout the Motian Pavilion: “The sword is discussed by Tao…”

Discuss the sword with the Tao?

Everyone looked at each other.

In the world of spiritual practice, a hundred schools of thought contend for practice, but they all reach the same goal by different paths. In essence, it is to mobilize the sea of qi or the surrounding vitality and condense into gangs. Only the ideas of each family are different. The three disciplines of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism have different ideas and created different methods of practice. Daomen, the highest achievement in kendo.

Therefore, many practitioners who like swordsmanship will choose Taoist practice.

Jiang Aijian, Yunzongluo 13th, Luo Changqing, sword idiot Chen Wenjie, and even Leng Luo and Pan Litian all originated from the Taoist practice concept.

The origins are the same, but their understandings are different… So under the door, another hundred houses were opened, some people escaped, some defended, and some attacked…

There are also people who are highly savvy and comprehend new kendo.

This is the case for Gong Yuandu.

“On the sword?” Pan Litian laughed, “The old man thought you were going to fight us desperately.”

The coffin was silent.

Did not speak.

Duan Musheng took a breath and said: “That’s nothing to do with me, talk about it, the fourth child is good at it, I can’t.”

Hearing these words pierced the heart.

A good discussion about the sword, how come you have turned into a war of words?

Xiao Yuan’er said: “I’m not good at scolding, I don’t want to be a bitch who scolds the street in the future.”

“…”

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at the coffin.

I don’t know how Gong Yuandu, a kendo genius in the coffin, feels at this moment.

Pan Litian smiled and said: “The old man feels that I really want to talk about the sword… Xiao Yuan’er is enough to defeat you.”

“I agree.” Leng Luo nodded.

“The juniors also agree.” Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong said in unison.

Little Yuan’er: “???”

Hum——

The coffin trembled slightly, making a strange sound.

At this time, a weak vitality condensed into a ganglion around the coffin.

One by one Jian Gang, which looked like a cone of ice, floated around and revolved around.

Suddenly dispersed.

Disappeared without a trace.

It can be seen that Gong Yuan in the coffin is a little angry.

Gong Yuan said in a deep voice: “Of course, not just talking about the sword, but also putting it into practice.”

“Oh?” Pan Litian said, unable to understand, “You mean to talk about the sword and fight at the same time?”

“nature.”

Everyone was slightly startled.

The mood that had just relaxed, suddenly became tense again.

This person is definitely crazy!

And also very sick.

“But… it doesn’t need to fight desperately.” Gong Yuandu said.

Gong Yuandu continued: “The practitioner can master the vitality from the body tempering to the profound art. Until the imperial path of the gods, he can master the path of cultivation… Use the method of the imperial path to control the vitality of the profound art, and use the sword to discuss it. Dao… the origin of kendo is the same.”

Pan Litian laughed and said: “The old man understands that, you and I only use the cultivation base of Tong Xuan to learn, do not open the law body, do not use weapons…Is the old man right?”

To put it bluntly, that is to suppress the cultivation base, simply compare experience and swordsmanship.

This is the best method for both parties.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian’s cultivation base did not recover.

Although Duan Musheng and Xiao Yuan’er have high cultivation bases, if they fight desperately, they won’t take advantage.

After all, the other party is dying.

“nature……”

When Gong Yuan finished speaking.

The coffin flipped back again.

Lay flat on the ground.

The coffin is high on one side and low on the other, with an inclined angle.

The high side faces everyone.

It is engraved with a large black letter: like “Emperor Order” superimposed on top of each other in the seal script.

It looks weird.

“First discuss, then determine the outcome…please.” Gong Yuandu’s voice rolled with his vitality and a sound wave spread throughout the entire Motian Pavilion.

Hua Wudao waved his hand and turned back:

“The younger generations don’t have to participate… At their level, they pay more attention to the experience of kendo. Take a good look…”

Everyone bowed their hands.

Pan Litian and Leng Luo looked at each other.

“Let me do it……”

Leng Luo said a few steps forward.

When he entered the field.

Around the coffin appeared different shapes of ice cone-like sword gangs, a little irregular in shape, which looked very strange.

“The origin of kendo, inspires vitality, and condenses into gangs into blades. Tongxuan vitality, at most two sword gangs.”

Stop talking.

The Jian Gang around the coffin dissipated.

Only two sword gangs were left.

Leng Luo raised his right hand, palm up: “A soldier is expensive, not expensive…”

A relatively sturdy, huge Jian Gang appeared on his palm.

It is also only the power of Tong Xuan.

Seeing this, Hua Wudao said, “This is the collision of kendo concepts… and it depends on whether you win or lose.”

Next second.

Jian Gang on both sides of the coffin whirled out towards Leng Luo.

The Jian Gang in Leng Luo’s hand also flew out.

At this time, everyone saw the difference.

Because of the irregular shape, Jian Gang changed its trajectory when flying in the air!

At the same time, he headed towards Leng Luo.

The coffin also turned up three hundred and sixty degrees at this time.

Only with Tong Xuan’s cultivation base, he avoided this sword gang.

Leng Luo’s figure flashed… and one of the sword gangs escaped.

boom!

Another Jian Gang is also changing its trajectory.

Somewhat unexpectedly-

Leng Luo raised his hand… Index finger and middle finger clamped the sword gang.

Jian Gang dissipated.

The scene calmed down.

Everyone looked bewildered.

I don’t know who wins and who loses.

Everyone looked at the black coffin intently.

There are no gorgeous fights, no strong vitality fluctuations, and no cunning tricks.

Only the understanding of swordsmanship.

“I lost.” Leng Luo bowed his hand.

He didn’t want to argue, and he didn’t need to argue.

In fact, everyone can see that Leng Luo is somewhat careless.

But this is the case with the discussion, carelessness or underestimation of the enemy is a fatal weakness.

When Leng Luo started to clamp Jian Gang, he was sure that even if he took it seriously, he would at best end up with a few more moves.

The result is the same, it’s better to be refreshed and give up.

“…”

Hua Wudao once again acted as a narrator: “Senior Leng received the sword Gang with his bare hands. It was indeed handled perfectly. It is a pity that Tongxuan has just passed the body tempering, and he can’t handle the sword with his bare hands. If it is really Tongxuan, this sword The gang drew across the neck. However, Senior Leng is good at Taoism and Kendo is not his strong point.”

Everyone nodded.

“As expected to be the No. 1 kendo genius in the northern capital…condensed into irregular sword gangs. Admire, admire…” Leng Luo stepped back.

Pan Litian walked out.

After taking a sip of wine, he threw the wine gourd to Pan Zhong: “Catch it.”

This old Pan’s heart is really big enough, and his weapons can be so arbitrary.

“The old man is not Leng Luo… Leng Luo is too tender after all, and the experience is too shallow…”

Leng Luo was silent and did not speak.

If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to explain.

These trash talks are tired of listening to them every day, and there is no new idea at all.

Gong Yuan opened his mouth and said, “Old beggar?”

“It’s just old.”

“The way of kendo, through Xuanxuan can produce yin and yang, transform Taiji, produce four images, endless, endless…” Gong Yuandu said.

Pan Litian said: “If it is Tong Xuan, there are only two sword gangs at most, not to mention the endless life, I am afraid that the four elephants will not be able to do it.”

Gong Yuan is about to speak–

Pan Litian raised his voice again, and continued: “The old man walks north and south, and kendo masters have seen many. Do you want to form a sword formation with gang energy, form the four elephants, and achieve endless life?”

“Interesting.” Gong Yuan was interested.

“The old man said…the old man is not Leng Luo.” Pan Litian looked back at Leng Luo with a little bit of ambition.

However.

Gong Yuandu said, “Then let me learn your cracking method…”

Below the coffin.

A Tai Chi aperture with a diameter of more than two meters appeared.

One Yin and One Yang…

Alternate Yin and Yang.

A series of sword gangs floated up.

Leng Luo applauded: “Tongxuan has done so…Old Pan, give up.”

“Huh?” Pan Litian looked at the aperture on the ground with a look of surprise.

Although he has a wide range of knowledge, he also knows that there is such a method.

But… throughout the world of swordsman geniuses, no one can realize this theory… Many swordsmanship studies have long lost their original purpose and value. How many people do not care about the power and ability to kill the enemy?