All Heavens: Get the Nine Swords at the start

Chapter 109 Wearing Lianhao and performing the Dragon Snake Dance!
After the battle between Li Ming and Bei Mingzi, he realized that although the Nine Swords are strong, they are still other people's swordsmanship, and he will never be able to exert their maximum power.

Therefore, Li Ming used the nine swords, the yellow and the nine swords as the "bone", and the Taoist martial arts concept in the Qin Dynasty as the "flesh", and then kneaded a hundred martial arts as the "blood", and added his own kendo as the soul, and finally formed the three swords.

These three swords are truly Li Ming's swordsmanship, and they are also his testimony on the way of swordsmanship.

"Jian Yi, wear Lianhao and perform the Dragon Snake Dance!"

Beiming Sword's pitch-black blade exuded an extremely hot aura, and the blade was like a shooting star, stabbing at Yan Lu with an extremely sharp edge.

The sword edge flashed, and there was a burnt smell in the air, and the light shining into the hall seemed to be distorted.

In the blink of an eye, before everyone could react, the Beiming sword had already stopped in front of Yan Lu's neck.

Yan Lu stared blankly at the Beiming Sword in front of him. He didn't realize when the sword appeared. He just raised his arm containing the lightsaber and let it hang down feebly.

"This... how is it possible! He doesn't know how to use his true energy. How can this sword be so fast!" A disciple couldn't stop shouting.

"He must have used his true energy! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so fast!" A disciple agreed.

Seeing that the scene was a bit out of control, Fu Nian quickly got up and shouted: "Shut up! This matter has my own conclusion, please don't criticize me."

Only then did the crowd come to their senses, and they all shut up, not daring to criticize any more.

Master Xun didn't interrupt, which meant that this sword was really pure swordsmanship, without a trace of true energy mixed in.

Not for anything else, just because no one dares to make mistakes in front of Master Xun, not to mention that this is a small sage village, a holy land of Confucianism, even if a great master comes, he has to weigh it.

Only Tianming, a young bird, would really take Xun Fuzi's joke "I'm a scholar and don't know martial arts" seriously.

Who would think that Master Xun is really just a "scholar" with a little experience in the world?
"I lost!" Yan Lu spat out these three words with difficulty.

He thought he would lose, but he never thought he would lose so quickly or so easily, but the cold feeling on his neck told him that all this was true.

"Admit it!" Li Ming put his sword back into its sheath, cupped his fists and saluted.

Yan Lu walked back to his seat with blank eyes, the sword just now kept flashing in his mind.

He kept doing deduction, trying his best to break the sword, but no matter how hard he tried to deduce, he still couldn't figure out a way to break it.

The speed of that sword was too fast, it was as fast as traveling through time, piercing through space, and appearing directly in front of his eyes, turning all his efforts into flying ashes.

Looking at Yan Lu with blank eyes, Han Fei wanted to go up to comfort him, but was stopped by Fu Nian and Master Xun at the same time.

Fu Nian shook his head and said: "He can only survive this catastrophe by himself, no one can help him."

Li Ming had a panoramic view of everything, after thinking about it, he stopped Yan Lu.

"Yan Lu!"

Li Ming's voice awakened Yan Lu and attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Immediately someone shouted angrily: "Uncle Yan Lu has already lost, why don't you still want to humiliate him!"

The rest of the Confucian disciples were also furious, staring at Li Ming with eyes full of anger.

As long as he dared to say anything bad, these people would probably draw their swords on the spot.

If eyes could kill, then Li Ming would have died countless times under so many angry eyes.

He ignored these Confucian disciples, but looked directly at Yan Lu, and continued: "A gentleman has no contention, has light without form, sits and forgets without heart, and the combination of the three is the path you should take. Never won, but never lost, don't let down the expectations of the master of the lightsaber."

Hearing Li Ming's words, Yan Lu swept away the previous slump, his eyes gradually recovered, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your guidance, Master, Lu will definitely live up to Hanguang's name."

Seeing that Yan Lu recovered, Li Ming nodded and said no more.

Not to mention the relationship with the startled salamander, but if he had to go to the Confucian Zangshu Pavilion afterwards, the relationship with Confucianism should not be too rigid.

But the disciple who scolded Li Ming angrily before was a little ashamed at the moment, and the other Confucian disciples who had glared angrily before were also a little restless.
Fortunately, Fu Nian stood up in time to save the siege. He first said to Li Ming: "Thank you for your guidance, uncle. I have written down this favor in Confucianism."

Then, Fu Nian swept across the people in the hall and scolded: "Zheng Xian, you have no respect and violated Confucian etiquette. You are punished to copy the ritual book three times, and the rest of the disciples copy it once. Do you have any objections?"

"Zheng Xian has no objection and is willing to be punished!"

"I will be punished voluntarily!"

The disciples quickly thanked him.

"Zheng Xian, I didn't intend to offend senior, please don't blame senior!" Zheng Xian bowed.

Li Ming waved his hand to show that he didn't care about the previous matter.

Zheng Xian breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

"Uncle Kunpeng, we have fought twice in a row, please take a break. In this last match, I will compete with Uncle Master." Fu Nian walked into the hall and said.

"It doesn't matter, the previous two battles didn't consume true energy, so we can make a quick decision." Li Ming said.

"Okay, then I'll invite my uncle to talk outside the hall." Fu Nian said.

Li Ming nodded, and the figure disappeared in place.

Fu Nian's figure also disappeared at the same time.

When they reappeared, the two had already arrived outside the main hall, on the corridor bridge of the pond.

Everyone got up and rushed out of the palace, but as soon as they got up, they thought of something again and quickly looked towards where Master Xun was sitting.

However, the seats were already empty, and the figures of Master Xun and Yan Lu had disappeared at some point.

After everyone walked out of the hall, they found that Master Xun was already sitting on the water pavilion, and Yan Lu had already boiled a pot of tea and was pouring it.

By the lake, two people stood holding swords. Li Ming looked at the sword in Fu Nian's hand and said:
"Is this Tai Ah who ranks third in the sword manual and is known as the Sword of Power? Sure enough, it is majestic and magnificent."

Fu Nian said with a smile: "Uncle's Beiming sword has a sharp sword intent and is so unstoppable that people dare not look directly at it. Although it is not ranked in the sword manual, it is better than countless famous swords in the sword manual."

"Beiming Sword is my destiny sword. It was forged by me myself. Even Tianwen, who has the best swordsmanship, to me, is far from being comparable to Beiming." Li Ming said.

"Oh, I originally thought that this sword was an ancient famous sword that had not been recorded, but I didn't expect it to be forged by my uncle himself. If Ruofeng Huzi knew about this, the sword of my uncle would definitely be famous all over the world, and it would be on the list. " Fu Nian replied with some surprise.

"I have forged two swords, one is Beiming and the other is Zhuxian. These two swords are destined to become famous swords in the world. The mere Fengbeard sword manual is not worthy of these two swords." Li Ming disdainfully Said.

(End of this chapter)