In the name of the Shadow Corps at the beginning, cast the Supreme Immortal Qin

Fu Nian accepted it with a grateful face, and saluted solemnly.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Then he took Yan Lu and Zhang Liang back.

......

In the lobby, Ying Ziye narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people who came back.

There is a slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

It looks like the talk is over.

Although I don't know if I agree or not.

But this is not important.

As long as they dare to say no, the shadow corps lurking all around will come out in full force.

Confucianism is not easy to destroy.

But it is easy to destroy a little Shengxianzhuang.

Daqin needs real unification.

Ying Ziye has never had any intention of softening his heart for any forces that do not submit to the empire. wωω.ξìйgyuTxt.иeΤ Submit or die!

As soon as they entered the door, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang looked at Fu Nian.

Fu Nian showed a wry smile, and said immediately.

"His Royal Highness, Confucianism is willing to submit to Great Qin."

"But I have a small request."

Ying Ziye sneered when he heard this.

"Why do you think this son will negotiate terms with you?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire lobby suddenly became heavy and solidified, and everyone in Confucianism frowned.

They didn't expect Ying Ziye to be so domineering.

The corners of Ying Ziye's mouth curled up.

"But I'm very curious about what you want?"

Fu Nian was overjoyed immediately.

Just want to listen to him.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Ying Ziye would force him.

Fu Nian said quickly.

"The sword is the gentleman in the army, and I want to have a "gentleman" friendship with His Royal Highness."

"As long as the sword is used to discuss the Tao, no matter whether you win or lose, Confucianism is willing to submit."

After finishing speaking, Fu Nian stood aside without daring to breathe, secretly observing Ying Ziye's expression.

Ying Ziye smiled even wider.

"Can!"

Fu Nian was delighted and bowed down.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Then, fearing that Ying Ziye would change his mind, Fu Nian said eagerly.

"His Royal Highness, please come with me. There is a spacious courtyard behind, which is suitable for competition."

It's a pity that Ying Ziye refused and said casually.

"It's just a comparison of swords, this son sees that this is completely enough"

Then, Ying Ziye stood up and walked towards the three of them with a strong sense of oppression.

Fu Nian and the others were shocked when they saw Ying Ziye's actions.

Because sword competitions generally consist of three rounds, each side will send one person to the field each round, which is a three-round two-win system.

But what does Ying Ziye mean?

There is a group of subordinates behind him and they have to do it themselves! ?

Now at the very beginning, Ying Ziye appeared in person, which was really unexpected to the three of them.

Is this a plan to rely on strength to be tyrannical and not follow the rules?

So is it necessary to agree to this theory regardless of the sword?

Ying Ziye scratched at the air, randomly picked up a long sword, and said calmly.

"Since I agreed to the sword competition, then this son will compete with you, and will never oppress you with realm."

"How about it, do you go up one by one, or together?"

After finishing speaking, a fierce sword intent suddenly rose.

Ying Ziye just stood quietly in the center of the lobby, and the invisible aura spread like ripples, covering the entire Confucianism.

It was like a strong wind was blowing in the lobby.

Fu Nian and the others looked shocked. Could Ying Ziye have such a strong sword intent even without using his internal strength?

This is the sword intent that can only be born from the pure understanding of the sword.

This point can be seen by their brothers and sisters at a glance.

Ying Ziye smiled and said nothing.

When the system instilled sword skills, it also instilled the understanding of swords.

Otherwise, his mastery of sword skills would not reach the peak.

So even if you put away the power of Heaven and Human Realm.

He is also a human swordsman.

Zhang Han, Wei Zhuang and others were not surprised.

After all, I have seen Ying Ziye kill that Mohist giant with a sword in Mohist City.

Ying Ziye was a master of swordsmanship, which did not surprise them at all.

It is not a problem to deal with these three heroes of Qilu at the same time.

The three of Fu Nian hesitated.

Although Ying Ziye's sword energy is like a rainbow, after all, he has never experienced it himself, and it is difficult for them to judge which is stronger and weaker only by sword energy.

After all, the three of them are not vegetarians.

You look at me for a while, and I look at you. The opponent is the prince of the empire, and he is fighting three against one without using his true energy.

Even if the three of them defeated him, it would be invincible, but if they failed, then the face of the three of them would be wiped away!

Seeing the ink marks of the three of them, Ying Ziye immediately became impatient.

"Don't you want to compete with swords? What are you waiting for?"

The three of them looked at each other without hesitation, and stepped out in unison, drawing their weapons one after another.

Tai Ah: It is dignified and majestic.

Hanguang: Seeing it is invisible, transporting it does not know what it touches.Obliterated but boundless, through things but things do not feel.

The sharpness is hidden but not exposed, it is the true color of light.

Ling Xu: The whole body is crystal clear and eye-catching, and the green leather scabbard is natural, embedded with 18 Beihai 'green blood heart', although it is a sharp weapon, it is not bloody at all, only a fairy wind.

Ying Ziye nodded secretly, the three famous swords, they are all good swords.

The three swords came out together, and the hall was filled with sword intent.

Some wooden tables and chairs had cracks visible to the naked eye.

This is the fateful moment for all of their Confucianists, and Fu Nian and others will naturally not neglect it!

As soon as he makes a move, he intends to go all out.

After all, Ying Ziye is in the realm of heaven and man.

Even if they lost to them in the sword fight, they didn't worry about hurting Ying Ziye.

Ying Ziye glanced lazily.

It seems that the three people in front of them are ready.

Then Ying Ziye glanced at the long sword in his hand.

"If you don't use your true energy, you should be able to hold on."

Ying Ziye murmured softly, apparently no one heard him.

Then put the sword back into the scabbard.

Ying Ziye's eyes became sharp, his sword intent surged, and then instantly compressed.

Condensed on the ordinary long sword.

Everything was ready, and with Zhang Han's opening, the field officially started with sword discussion.

The three of Fu Nian didn't care about it, and instantly jumped up at the same time!

In terms of swords alone, they still can't beat three against one.

Slowly raising his eyes, he looked at the three of them as if they were prey.

Then, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured something.

"Zhantian, draw the sword!"

Chapter 56 Zhan Tian reappears, Confucianism surrenders!

A cold sword light illuminated the entire lobby extremely brightly!

At this moment, the surrounding time seemed to stand still.

The Confucian disciples stared at the scene in front of them with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open.

Not many of them know swords, and even fewer are skilled in swordsmanship.

Mostly just read.

But it didn't stop them from being shocked by the power of this sword.

Only when Ying Ziye pulled out a portion of the long sword in his hand, a dazzling cold light shot out.

Then the light filled the entire room, blinding people's eyes.

When all the brilliance disappeared, everyone saw only a line.

A silver silk thread swept across, encountering the sword energy of Fu Nian and others along the way, it was as easy as cutting a piece of paper.

With a bang, countless sword qi scattered to both sides.

Sword marks were carved on the pillars in the lobby, and some even broke through the walls, disappearing somewhere.

The expressions of the Confucian disciples were dull, and the horror in their eyes could no longer be expressed in words.

The moment Ying Ziye drew his sword, the competition was over.

Swish!

Time to restore.

The condensation and dissipation of the sword energy seemed to be completed in an instant.

When everything disappears, the lobby returns to normal.

Ying Ziye had already passed by Fu Nian and the other three.

From the perspective of the three of them, the feeling is even more profound.