"Accepted."

Zhou Shu surrendered and put away the heavy golden sword.

The cultivator opposite had a pale face and dull eyes. He was still in a daze when he got off the stage and had never come back to his senses.

Seeing such a result, the surrounding people started talking about it.

"He won again. If I remember correctly, Zhou Shu has won eight games in a row this time and participated every day?"

"That's right, eight consecutive victories, and each competition only uses three swords at most, and there is almost no loss at all. No wonder it comes every day. Such an opponent is too scary, don't let me encounter it."

"Humph, I would like to meet him for a while."

They looked at Zhou Shu with some awe, but Zhou Shu just remained indifferent, walked aside, and continued to watch the Yuanying realm monks' sword duel.

Further away, two sword cultivators were discussing in low voices.

"Zhou Shu is really strong, Junior Brother Ding, you should be no match for him."

"Senior Brother Jiang, don't underestimate me."

Ding Mo was a little angry, "What does he mean? Lu Hengyue was dragged into the sword force before he even made a move, and his soul was confused. Of course, the victory or defeat was decided. You must know that Lu Hengyue's spiritual power is similar to that of a monk, and the sword

It's even more terrifying when the will explodes, it can increase the power almost eight times, and if it really comes to a fight, he will definitely not be able to gain any favor."

The monk frowned and said, "You are just looking for a reason to think this way. Why can others see Lu Hengyue's weak soul at a glance? Why can't you?"

Ding Mo paused, raised his head and said, "As a sword cultivator, of course you have to defeat your opponent face to face with your sword power. What kind of skill is it to look for people's weaknesses? It's not that I can't, but I disdain him. Besides, I don't believe him at all."

If you can find my weakness, just watch, senior brother, when I meet him, I will definitely be able to defeat him!"

"You have your own understanding of swordsmanship, and I won't say anything more, nor will I make any judgments. But when you say that he can't find your weakness, I don't believe it."

The monk shook his head, thought for a while, and said slowly, "As entrusted by others, I carefully watched Zhou Shu's several competitions. In the first battle against Ouyang Liying, you also know what the Wan Jian Jue is.

She exploded her sword intent into ten thousand swords with one sword, and all the spiritual power and consciousness within the range were cut into pieces by the sword intent. Moreover, she also added the poisonous smoke from the Black Smoke Cliff, which can affect and confuse the souls of cultivators, and create all kinds of

Illusion, these two methods added together, even if she has a weakness in the sword, it can be perfectly covered up. Once she is in the poisonous smoke of ten thousand swords, even I can only block it hard if I can't use my yuan power. I can't for the time being.

Counterattack, and Zhou Shu saw the weakness almost instantly and immediately counterattacked, unbelievable..."

"It's just luck. Senior brother, Zhou Shu is not what you think, don't say more."

Ding Mo shook his head, showing a trace of disdain.

"The third battle,..."

"In the fourth battle, Zhou Shu faced off against Xia Xishou of the Xuanjia Sword Sect. The Xuanjia Sword Sect is good at defense. Its sword intent is endless, and there is no missing trace. I have fought against their sect master, and it's enough.

It took thirty breaths to break through the defense and break into it. Xia Xishou was the chief disciple of their sect. Although his cultivation level was slightly lacking, his swordsmanship showed signs of being better than his predecessor. Xia Xishou and Zhou Shu fought against each other.

After only holding on for ten breaths, he threw his sword and surrendered, and he lost without any temper, which shows that Zhou Shu still had some mercy..."

"Maybe Xia Xishou just has a good temper. Senior brother, please stop talking."

The monk shook his head slightly and continued, "The sixth battle,..."

"The seventh battle, the one yesterday, was against Zhou Shu, our disciple of Jianlu, Junior Brother Zhang Juyun. Junior Brother Zhang practices the Talisman Sword Technique from Shu Mountain. He uses Talisman as a sword, and uses Talismans to send out sword intent and change

It is unpredictable and difficult to defeat. Even in the entire Dongsheng Prefecture, few people know this kind of swordsmanship. This sword meeting is also the first time that Junior Brother Zhang has done it in front of others. No one knows his sword intention, and he has achieved it smoothly all the way.

Five consecutive wins. But yesterday, Junior Brother Zhang lost against Zhou Shu. He lost before he even threw out the third talisman. He was completely defeated. He came down and told me that he had no chance of winning. What did he feel like Zhou Shu was going to do?

Everyone knows the same thing..."

This time Ding Mo was silent. He had seen Zhang Juyun's Talisman sword skills, which were indeed strange. If it hadn't been for someone else's guidance, he would have been at a loss. But Zhou Shu could see through it the first time he encountered it, which was really hard to imagine.

The monk finished speaking slowly and looked at Ding Mo, "Junior brother Ding, do you still think he can't see your weaknesses? I feel that he seems to have a special ability to see through other people's weaknesses. Such an opponent is really scary.

You must be cautious."

Ding Mo was a little stagnant, "Well, so what, what I practice is the Fantasy Sword Technique!"

"Yes, the Huankong Sword Art is a fifth-level sword art. It is among the thirteen treasured sword art in Jianlu. It is also one of the most difficult sword art to comprehend the sword's intention. The sword's intention is both empty and illusory, tangible and intangible, both offensive and defensive.

In the hands of several senior brothers who also use it, Huan Kong Sword Jue does not have many weaknesses to be found, but it is different in your hands. The sword is like the person you use it, and you have weaknesses.

So your sword intention also has a weakness."

The monk looked at Ding Mo, became more serious, and said solemnly, "You rely too much on your own sword skills and sword intention, and you are too self-righteous. If you meet Zhou Shu, you will definitely lose here. For a sword cultivator,

, Proper self-righteousness is not a bad thing. Sword cultivators can immerse themselves in their own world and not be affected by external objects. Practicing sword intention can get twice the result with half the effort, but you go too far. Once self-righteousness turns into arrogance, you will only care about yourself.

Not only do others not have the same sect, but they don’t even have rivals, and that’s a big bad thing.”

Ding Mo remained silent.

"In my opinion, when you compete with Zhou Shu, Zhou Shu will easily find your weaknesses and restrain them. What can you do then?"

The monk shook his head and said regretfully, "With your temperament, I'm afraid you will immediately become hysterical and simply break out or give up. No matter what you do, it will be a disservice to you and Jianlu."

shame……"

"Junior Brother Ding, when you entered the Sword Cottage, you had a fate with the Huankong Sword Art. The Master of the Cottage passed down the Sword Art to you. You did not disappoint the Master of the Cottage. It took you three years to acquire the sword's will, and fifteen years to perfect the sword. You are indeed a genius.

You are a genius, but it’s time to sharpen your temperament. This is not a malicious speculation by senior brother. In my opinion, your loss to Zhou Shu may be a good thing."

Ding Mo was silent for a while, his face turning green and white.

The monk looked at him calmly and stopped talking, as if waiting for something.

After a while, Ding Mo calmed down, walked to the monk, and said with a respectful expression, "Please give me some advice. I will listen carefully."

The monk showed a smile and said, "Is this the first time you have lowered your head to ask someone for advice since you entered the Sword Cottage?"

Ding Mo's face turned red, but he quickly said resolutely, "Senior Brother Jiang, I don't want to lose, I must win."

"No swordsman wants to lose."
Chapter completed!