This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 334 The man and the sword merge into one
At the moment of surprise, Lu Yuanzhi's sword had already passed through the breeze and touched the dazzling white light.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't hold back from this blow. He had finally deceived himself to this point, and he would definitely not do anything that he would regret.

Therefore, his attack contained all the martial arts aura in his life.

Under this incomparable attack, the black narrow knife roared with an indescribable buzzing sound.

"Click."

When Lu Yuanzhi's knife penetrated the white light, Lu Ziyu had not yet reacted.

It wasn't until he heard the sound like a broken mirror that Lu Ziyu paused. His face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the golden sword rain in the entire arena turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Lu Yuanzhi put away his sword and stood up, looking at Lu Ziyu in front of him with an indifferent expression.

At this time, Lu Ziyu's elegant aura had disappeared, replaced by a look of disbelief.

He looked at the ordinary black blade in Lu Yuanzhi's hand, let blood flow from his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and weak:
"Sacred...weapon!"

Obviously, he really didn't expect that the knife in Lu Yuanzhi's hand was actually a legendary artifact.

Lu Yuanzhi shook his head and said:

"It's just a prototype, it still needs time to grow."

He himself knew that the long black narrow knife in his hand was only the prototype of a divine weapon and had not yet fully grown into a divine weapon.

However, although it does not have the many magical effects of the artifact, the toughness of its body is no less than that of any artifact.

"hehe."

Lu Ziyu smiled bitterly after hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words. He raised his hands to Lu Yuanzhi, then pinched a magic weapon, swallowed the white light in front of him that was shattered by Lu Yuanzhi's black knife, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. clean.

"fair enough."

Lu Ziyu looked at Lu Yuanzhi, the expression on his face was a little strange, and he still had a smile at this time:
"Rong Pindao will fight the Holy Son first, and then I will try my best with you."

After saying that, he looked at the red clouds in the distance and sighed inaudibly: "In this battle, I will admit defeat."

Hearing his voice, the already noisy crowd suddenly became silent.

Everyone's eyes are looking here.

After hearing what he said, Hongyun's eyes flickered for a moment, then glanced at the Holy Son who was already eager to try, shook his head complicatedly, and then flickered to the stage.

"This battle will be won by Lu Yuan. Please step down and wait for a moment. After the Daoist Saint Son has a showdown with the loser, he will come back to the stage."

The sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Only then did the audience react.

"I thought that little Lu Yunpei was in danger when there was a rain of golden swords all over the sky just now. I didn't expect that in just half a breath, that Taoist actually chose to admit defeat..."

"Haha, you can always trust Xiao Lu Yunpei."

"..."

Voices like this are endless.

Lu Yuanzhi listened to Hongyun's announcement, nodded and got off the ring silently.

He could tell that Lu Ziyu definitely had enough energy to spare.

His remaining energy may even be very difficult for him.

But he didn't expect that he would choose to admit defeat at this time.

It seems that he really ate the Holy Son of Dao Sect as a dish. .

This is because he will definitely win after a duel with the Holy Son anyway. After defeating the Holy Son, it will not be too late to duel with himself...

Thinking of this, Lu Yuanzhi looked at the Holy Son who was about to come on stage.

He and Shengzi met in Hangzhou. The two solved the King Yu case together, and they can be said to be half comrades-in-arms.

"Be careful, he still has plenty of energy left."

When he passed by the Holy Son, Lu Yuanzhi gave a reminder.

Hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, the Holy Son's eyes flashed with astonishment, and then he nodded seriously and said:

"I will do my best."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and went directly to the ring.

At this time, the arena has been restored to its original state under Hong Yun's control.

After sitting in his seat, Lu Yuanzhi looked at the two people on the ring indifferently.

The Holy Son's right hand was behind his back, but there was a trace of vicissitudes of life on his young face.

That was the result of being detained in Hangzhou for several years.

Opposite him was Lu Ziyu, who also had a vicissitudes of life on his face.

After Lu Yuanzhi broke the golden sword formation, Lu Ziyu's face became a little red.

At this time, the two looked at each other from a distance.

They are both the proud sons of the Taoist sect. They were originally from two eras, and they were originally two people who could live in harmony. However, due to some intrigues between the Taoist sects, they have now become two people fighting against each other.

"let's start."

Hongyun's complicated voice rang in their ears.

In fact, as an elder of the Taoist sect, Hongyun felt the most uncomfortable being caught in the middle.

There is no way around it. Originally, the emotional entanglement between people is the most difficult problem in the world.

If you want to be good to yourself, you have to bear the pain of bringing suffering to others.

As Hongyun's announcement sounded, the eyes of Shengzi and Lu Ziyu became sharp.

In this battle, neither of them wanted to take a step back.

Victory is what both of them want most.

Both of them had reasons to win.

The Holy Son wanted to get back his share of honor, and Lu Ziyu also wanted everyone in the world to see that the young man whom the Taoist sect worked so hard to support was always not as good as him!

In an instant, two golden lights shot into the sky.

The Holy Son never thought of holding back, and a golden sword came out of his mouth, which was the same as Lu Ziyu's.

They are all from Taoist sects, and their methods are naturally similar.

This sword pill's skills were all taught by one person.

"Haha, if it hadn't been for what happened back then, I think I should call you junior brother."

Lu Ziyu's voice sounded slowly. He was holding a golden sword that looked exactly like the one held by the Holy Son. He looked at the Holy Son with a faint smile in his eyes.

But there was a bit of sarcasm in that smile.

The Holy Son looked at him as if he were a stranger.

"I didn't know anything about what happened back then. Now I only have one thought, which is to win."

The Holy Son's eyes were firm, and there was a hint of regret in his words:
"He has disappeared among the Taoist sect for a long time, and they have all forgotten the reputation of the Holy Son of the Taoist sect."

"So I must win this battle."

"hehe."

Hearing the words of the Holy Son, Lu Ziyu chuckled lightly. He looked at the Holy Son, their eyes facing each other:

"Since we all have reasons to win, let's go all out and don't let us have any regrets."

When the Holy Son heard Lu Ziyu's words, the corners of his mouth raised slightly:

"In this case, let's save those temptations and let the world take a good look at the Taoist sect's Taoism, which was once the most dazzling light in the world."

"Haha, that's exactly what I mean!"

Lu Ziyu laughed heartily when he heard the unrestrained voice in Shengzi's mouth:

"If it hadn't been for what happened back then, we might have been close friends in life and death!"

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense, and the golden sword in his hand was like a golden light that shattered the world:

"Be careful!"

The next moment, Lu Ziyu's figure was like a golden flash of light. With a slight click on the ring, he came to the Holy Son.

The Holy Son was already alert after hearing Lu Ziyu's words. When he saw Lu Ziyu's flashing golden light, his voice also rang:

"That's not how golden light is used." As he said that, his body turned into a golden legend and dispersed around the arena.

Two rays of golden light were like two beautiful fireworks, blooming on the stage.

Between the criss-crossing, the golden light flashed no less than a thousand times, and the people in the audience all looked at the two golden lights on the stage in confusion.

"what happened?"

"You can't even see what they are doing!"

"If I had known that the Taoist arts were so powerful, I would have had to let my mother send me to the Taoist sect even if I died!"

"Come on, martial arts training is so obscure and difficult to understand, and I still want to practice it..."

"........."

Lu Yuanzhi also looked at the two golden lights on the stage with astonishment in his eyes.

Sure enough, Lu Ziyu didn't use his full strength when fighting him!

This is also the most uncomfortable place for Lu Yuanzhi.

Was that person just giving in to himself? ?

Thinking of this, his face looked a little ugly.

I still thought that it was my peerless reputation that made that person retreat, but I didn't expect that the person didn't want to fight me first.

That light flashing with absolute speed, not to mention Lu Yuanzhi keeping up, was dazzling just looking at it...

No matter what, Lu Yuanzhi also knew that Lu Ziyu had this trick.

No matter who wins this battle between the two, it will be an absolute good thing for Lu Yuanzhi.

There is not much difference between the two, and whoever wins in the end will make Lu Yuanzhi aware of his trump card.

Amidst the flashing golden light, the sound of tinkling tinkling was also heard endlessly. The two golden swords collided, emitting a pleasing sound.

It seems that the Li song can only be played by the most powerful musicians in the world.

On the stage, after an extremely dazzling golden light erupted, the golden light of the two people stopped flashing.

A faint smell of blood lingered.

Looking at the two of them again, there was a sword wound about half a foot long on the Holy Son's left arm.

Lu Ziyu, who was opposite him, wasn't much better. There was also a bloody gash on his chest.

It's just that their eyes are different at this time.

The Son's eyes were indifferent.

Lu Ziyu, on the other hand, was a little gloomy and ugly. He looked at the Holy Son firmly:

"Have you taken the pill?"

When Shengzi heard Lu Ziyu's words, he nodded slowly. There was nothing to hide:
"Exactly."

Lu Ziyu's voice came as he hated that iron could not become steel:
"Stupid!! Don't you know what this pill will do to you..."

"For the sake of victory, and for the dignity of our Taoist Saint Son."

The eyes of the Holy Son were firmer than ever before. .

After hearing the words of the Holy Son, Lu Ziyu took a deep breath, and then sighed:
"If I want to disappoint you, I must win this battle."

After saying that, he slowly turned his hand, and a paper talisman appeared in his hand. After a slight call, the paper talisman turned into a stream of light and slowly flew towards his wound.

The next moment, the wounds on his body had healed.

"In that case, let's take it seriously."

The Holy Son also made the same move, but the talisman in his hand was larger than Lu Ziyu's.

After their wounds healed, a golden light flashed from their swords.

In an instant, a white light appeared in front of the two of them.

And the sword in his hand slowly rose into the air, splitting into two, splitting into four...

Slowly, the entire sky above the arena was occupied by the dense golden swords.

"Good boy! Are these two people planning to turn this arena into a honeycomb?"

"I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable when I see these dense things, I really want to vomit..."

"........."

Lu Yuanzhi looked at the two people on the stage seriously. He could see that the battle at this time had just entered a fierce stage.

The rain of swords in the sky looked scary, but in fact it was only relatively speaking.

Taoist stunts that are impossible for others to face are also difficult for Lu Yuanzhi to achieve.

He looked at this move seriously.

If it hadn't been for the quick wit and inspiration that struck me, I'm afraid this move would have stabbed me into honeycombs all over my body.

Their movements and voices were all the same.

The golden swords all over the sky also made a buzzing sound at this time.

"You have also cultivated to the point where ten thousand swords ring in unison..."

At this time, Lu Ziyu had a look of surprise on his face after seeing the Shengzi's behavior being the same as his own. Then he was in a daze for a moment, and his face turned serious:

"No, there's something wrong with your ten thousand swords ringing in unison..."

He is the person who has the most say in the Dao Sect's sword and pill technique.

The golden sword in the hands of the Holy Son definitely had different feelings from him.

It's like...

imitate?

Thinking of this, Lu Ziyu took a deep breath:

"I didn't expect the Taoist Holy Pill to be so effective!"

Thinking of this, his eyes became complicated, and there was a hint of regret in his eyes when he looked at the Holy Son.

"Ding ding ding..."

Like a maid chiming a bell, the golden swords all over the sky suddenly landed. When they met in the air, they became each other's graves. Only a few golden swords fell on their heads, but they were also blocked by the same golden light that protected their bodies.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour passed that the tinkling sound in the sky dissipated.

When looking at the two of them, it was as if nothing had happened to them, not even a wrinkle in their clothes.

Only then could Lu Yuanzhi feel that sentence deeply.

They were all taught by the same master, so they can’t break the moves! !

The two of them were looking at each other, and they could both see the strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

At this time, there was no room for the two of them to take a step back.

"In that case, let's use our trump card!"

Lu Ziyu's voice sounded, and he had nothing to hold back at this time. The golden sword in his hand buzzed and turned into a glazed light that enveloped his whole body.

In an instant, the color of colored glaze entered his body, and Lu Ziyu's whole person underwent extremely dazzling changes.

The color of glass in his eyes is self-evident, and his skin also changes according to the color of his eyes.

For just a moment, his whole body exuded an extremely sharp aura, as if...

He himself is a peerless sharp sword!
"Man and sword unite!!!"

At this time, Hongyun's voice could no longer suppress his exclamation, and he looked at Lu Ziyu's figure on the stage in shock.

After hearing Hong Yun's words, Lu Yuanzhi's expression became a little strange.

The combination of man and sword is not a good word!

"Is it some unique skill?"

Lu Yuanzhi's voice asked towards Hongyun.

After Hong Yun heard this, his expression became extremely complicated. He sighed deeply and said:

"The unity of man and sword...that is the legendary realm in Taoist books..."

(End of this chapter)