A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and no painful expression appeared on Lu Zhao's face. He first breathed heavily, then ecstasy.

Lu Zhao is crazy?

Of course not!

He could clearly feel the comfort brought by the dissipation of depression in his chest after he withstood the extreme impact.

If you fight again, you will not fight for anger.

Fight again is to fight for the battle and fight for victory.

Perhaps because he felt the true desire to win, every pulsation of his heart would stir up a burst of hot breath that kept hitting his body. In this crisis, Lu Zhao's eyes appeared in his eyes. He had few emotional fluctuations in his life, but this time, he had to admit that he was passionate.

He held the burning Taoist sword in his hand, and the hilt appeared noble bright yellow. At night, it was like a sun-glazed glass, and there were also quaint patterns slowly oozing out on the sword spine.

"The supreme momentum is born in the flash of fire. Without fire, there will be no light. Therefore, I say that fire came to this world for the sake of creation!"

Lu Zhao told the story like reciting scriptures.

The Fire Dao Sword was instantly touched, and the sword body kept trembling. Every time it trembled, it seemed that debris trembled. After each tremble, the flame of the Fire Sword became more dazzling.

"Oh... there are indeed those scholars."

He showed a contemptuous smile at Lu Zhao who was chanting the scriptures. Lu Zhao said to him:

"Scholar? We hold the sword and move forward."

With a sword in his hand, his whole will seemed to be driven. With a flash of his finger, the Liuli Dao Sword made a sharp arrow and broke through the air. His killing power was probably still above Gongcao.

Zhan Jiu did not retreat.

"Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues, only because of etiquette..."

Lu Zhao did not stop either. He used chanting scriptures to activate the sword intent. The Taoist sword in the air rose with a sharp and gorgeous murderous intent. Before he finished speaking, the sword light had already slashed towards Zhan Jiu's throat.

Sword of the Emperor! Sword of the Gentleman!

“Buzz buzz…”

The long halberd in Zhan Jiu's hand was constantly crying, and the etiquette and law were suppressed, and he wanted to surrender. It was completely contrary to its arrogance of fighting on the battlefield.

"snort!"

"Fight...Wuji!"

Zhan Jiuda shouted and made a move, like thunder.

His "battle style" is a short move, and all shouts loudly. When he shouts, he attacks in the air. The heaven and earth seem to be silent.

Lu Zhao's sword was like a glimpse of a terrifying glory, "Ding..." The huge collision was terrifying. The shock waves of red and gold suddenly bloomed, just like a beautiful sea of ​​flowers, when the shock waves spread out. The world was still...

Zhan Jiu's face changed wildly, and he couldn't stop roaring: "What kind of Taoism is this! What kind of magical power is this!" He felt like his body was squeezed inward by a huge force, and the feeling of sadness in an instant was really hard to describe.

The pressure on Lu Zhao's sword was too great. He felt that even if he used the golden body technique, he might not be able to withstand it. But at this point, he knew that he could not retreat. A golden light flashed and desperately resisted the sword force that was enough to overwhelm everything.

Then, with a bang, the earth cracked, the crust vibrated violently, and cracks suddenly appeared on the ground thousands of miles away.

This sword force of the Three Bonds and Five Constant Sword is itself a magical power of the True Lord level. Lu Zhao's divine power is only at the position of Gongcao, but with the blessing of the Shenwang Secret Realm, he can barely activate the king's will in the position of Dijun. This sword force is equivalent to the magical power that Lu Zhao borrowed from his future hand, and instantly suppressed Zhan Jiu.

"ah……"

Lu Zhao let out a long roar. The Dao Sword suddenly emitted a red light like the sun. For the first time, he launched a magical counterattack with all his might, and sank the ground three inches down.

fierce!

Looking at the suppressed and unable to move Zhan Jiu, the Yin Gods collectively swallowed a few saliva, although they were spiritual bodies.

"The sword force at the True Lord level!" They knew that Lu Zhao, the only god who became a god at that time, would be terrible, but they were far from expecting that they would come so powerful.

Zhan Jiu also knew that he had been in big trouble again, but he also gave up and no longer cared about anything.

Lose the battle but not lose!

Zhan Jiu tried his best to stabilize his body and said aloud disdainfully: "What, you haven't eaten? Just this little strength wants your grandpa to kneel down? Dream!!!"

"snort!"

Lu Zhao frowned slightly and his robe sleeves swayed slightly.

Suddenly, the heavy pressure around the battle was released, and it was Lu Zhao who was closing his sword.

Whoosh!

In a daze, the red flame shot from the fire sword pierced again.

Zhan Jiu groaned and was bombarded for thousands of miles again. His expression dimmed and his body was trembling. If the armor had not resisted a considerable impact for him, this single punch would have been enough to smash him into pieces, and even a little minced meat would not exist.

"My sword is the world's style!"

Lu Zhao stood with a sword, with a chic expression, almost unmoved, his eyes released two golden lights, and he said coldly: "You are no exception!"

Before he knew it, Lu Zhao, who was paranoid in his heart, had already reached the current level.

If the power emitted by Zhan Jiu is like a general rushing on the battlefield, then Lu Zhao's sword is a Confucian scholar who can suppress him with courtesy in just a few words.

Etiquette is the external form of etiquette. Its characteristic is that it has strong prescriptive nature, is the basis for the operation of etiquette, and is also the standard for judging etiquette and inappropriateness.

Before etiquette, even a tiger has to lie down, but even a dragon has to... Of course, even a dragon has to steer.

In ancient times, there was a Confucian ritual, hoping to frame the whole world for all ages, with strict operating procedures including the time, place, candidates, costumes of characters, standing positions, the words used, the route of travel, the ritual instruments used, and the order of the ritual.

No one can make mistakes!

To a certain extent, etiquette is a big killing weapon. Anyone who stands in front of you, passes by with a stick and directly distorts the obstacles.

Although the generals who fought on the battlefield were free and easy during wars and temporarily transcend the constraints of etiquette and law, this was only because they made great contributions to the stability of this country. Once the war subsides, the war souls that were tempered without the smoke of war will be bound by etiquette and law again.

And for some need, the constraints of etiquette and law will be tighter than before.

Although it is not impossible for a cunning rabbit to die or a lackey to cook, it is always inevitable that a sword and a horse will be placed in the south mountain.

The general who has been removed from his armor has only two ways in front of etiquette and law. One is to smooth out his temperament and distort his soul; the other is to be strangled by etiquette and law and die of a misfortune.

"Well? I don't hate those who bully the weak? Why does my soul feel very happy at this moment? Am I already intoxicated in this state of controlling everything?"

Humans are such strange creatures, and they usually become the person they once hated the most without realizing it.

Lu Zhao hated the man who was above him to play with his destiny, and also thought that there was no difference between his approach to suppressing people with etiquette and law at this moment and the man who was above him to play.

Appropriate etiquette is a human demeanor, but it is inappropriate to impose your etiquette on the other party and force others to abide by etiquette with you in a preaching way!

"You... won't win!" Zhan Jiu held his chest. Although the heavy injury just now suppressed it, it was difficult for him to recover immediately.

At the same time, he finally understood that Lu Zhao's achievements in the spiritual field were beyond his imagination.

My heart was distorted by the etiquette and law, and was severely injured. My body could not stop trembling violently. The etiquette and law from Lu Zhao were too domineering.

Yes, the history of Zhongtu is five thousand years long, and I don’t know how many generations of heroes have enslaved and how many loyal and heroes have been crushed to death.

Lu Zhao turned his hand and looked leisurely and calm: "Would you be victorious to my little Gongcao with the rank of Lingguan?"

(Student 75603, your reward will make me feel ashamed, so I can give me some reading notes on new chapters often) To be continued...

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