Because Ying Ziye had already said before he came that he was bound to win and suppress the morale of Little Sage Village.

The majestic and majestic sword spirit of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers was integrated into the Huanglu Sword, and the endless sword energy exploded.

Wisps of green smoke lingered, turning into mysterious inscriptions and blending into the water.

A stream of water pillars rushed out of the pool, forming an old horse.

The old man's white hair is a little withered, his eyes are a little yellow, and his body is stooped.

but!

But his body exudes an aura that is different from ordinary people.

Even though he is old, you can still see that he must have been a great horse when he was young, with ambitions of thousands of miles!

Yan Lu's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself: "This person is another strong martial artist!"

bass!

The sword from his waist was drawn out.

But there is only the hilt, not the sword body!

Fusu and a few people around him were a little surprised.

However, Ying Ziye smiled calmly and remained unmoved.

In Yan Lu's hand is an invisible sword named Hanguang.

Hanguang - invisible, unknowable of luck.

What it touches is boundless, and it passes through things without being aware of them!

Feng Beard's sword score ranks sixteenth. Although he has never won in the arena, he has never lost either.

Yan Lu pointed the hilt of his lightsaber at the pool, only to see that the pool was divided by something invisible.

A soft white light emerged from the water, rose into the sky, condensed with water droplets all over the sky, and occupied the void without making any movement.

A humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.

Yan Lu has never been competitive and indifferent to fame and fortune.

Seeing this, Jian Jiu smiled and said, "He is really as his name suggests. Since Mr. Yan Lu is unwilling to take action first, I won't be polite."

After saying that, I saw the bad horses condensed in the pool water, galloping towards the white light.

Open your mouth and drink.

The sword energy exploded in the white light, roaring in all directions, vowing to smash the bad horse's body into pieces.

However, Jianjiu chuckled and saw that the bad horse charged up again and persisted.

The color is a bit more solemn.

The white light solidified, and when faced with the charging force of the bad horse, it turned into thousands of white light water droplets and fled.

However, the bad horse roared loudly and swallowed up all the white water droplets.

Total defeat!

Yan Lu was defeated by Jian Jiu.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is superb, but I am inferior to you. I'm ashamed!"

Yan Lu took a deep breath and sighed.

When the Confucian disciples around him heard this, their faces showed disappointment.

Confucianism actually lost again!

"Don't worry, it's just a competition."

Ying Ziye spoke out at this time, the corners of his mouth raised, and a hint of a smile appeared.

Fusu looked at it and secretly gritted his teeth.

On this occasion, Ying Ziye turned around and left with Jian Jiu and Yuan Tiangang.

All the Confucians and the young master Fusu were left standing there blankly.

Looking at Ying Ziye's gradually leaving figure, everyone looked solemn and frowned.

Fusu's heart felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on him, and he couldn't breathe due to the pressure.

Fu Nian let out a long breath and murmured: "I never expected that the Eighth Young Master would have such a powerful disciple under his command!"

At the same time, my heart became more determined to support Young Master Fusu.

Otherwise, once Ying Ziye ascends to the throne of God, how can there be a place for Little Sage Village to stay?

He could see that Ying Ziye and Ying Zheng were the same type of people, and they were sharper and more powerful!

"I'm afraid the Eighth Young Master is here to attack Confucianism..."

Fu Nian was worried, but he was not a fool.

As soon as Young Master Fusu came to the door, the Eighth Young Master came.
Chapter completed!