Chapter 649 Don't Want to Lose

"Accepted."

Zhou Shu bowed his hand and put away the heavy golden sword.

On the other hand, the cultivator's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he was still in a daze when he got off the stage, and he never came back to his senses.

Seeing such a result, the surrounding discussions suddenly arose.

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

"That's right, eight consecutive victories, and at most three swords in each competition, there is almost no loss at all, no wonder you can come every day. Such an opponent is too scary, don't let me meet it."

"Hmph, I'd 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 sword competition of the monks in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Farther away, there were two sword cultivators discussing in low voices.

"Zhou Shu is really strong, Junior Brother Ding, you should not be his opponent."

A monk said, "Just now he defeated Lu Hengyue from Tianjianmen. You also fought against Lu Hengyue the day before yesterday. Zhou Shu won it much easier than you."

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

Ding Mo was a little annoyed, "What is he? Before Lu Hengyue made a move, he was dragged into the sword posture, confused, and of course the outcome will be decided. You must know that Lu Hengyue's spiritual power is similar to that of a monk. It is even more frightening when it explodes, it can almost increase its power eight times, and in a real fight, he will definitely not be able to please him."

The monk frowned, "If you think this way, you are just looking for a reason. Why can others see the weakness of Lu Hengyue's lack of spirit at a glance, why can't you?"

Ding Mo paused, raised his head and said, "As a swordsman, of course you have to defeat your opponent face-to-face with your sword intent. It's not that I can't, but I just disdain him, and I don't trust him at all. Can find my weakness. Brother, just watch, when I meet him, I will definitely defeat him!"

"Your understanding of the way of the sword has your own ideas. I won't say anything more, and I won't make rash comments, but you say that he can't find your weakness, but I don't believe it."

The monk shook his head, thought for a while, and said slowly, "As entrusted by others, I have watched Zhou Shu's several competitions carefully. You know what Wan Jian Jue is in the first battle against Ouyang Liying. The burst of sword intent turned ten thousand swords into one sword, and all the spiritual power and consciousness within the range were cut to pieces by the sword intent, and she also added the poisonous smoke from the black smoke cliff, which can affect and confuse the soul of the cultivator, creating all kinds of Illusion, the combination of these two methods, even if she has a weakness in the sword, it can be perfectly covered up. Once I am in the poisonous smoke of thousands of swords, even if I can't use Yuanli, I can only block it. Counterattack, and that Zhou Shu saw the weakness almost instantly, and immediately counterattacked, unbelievable..."

"It's just luck. Brother, Zhou Shu is not what you think, don't say too much."

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

"The third battle,..."

"In the fourth battle, Zhou Shu faced Xia Xishou of the Xuanjia Sword Sect. The Xuanjia Sword Sect is good at defense, and the sword intent is endless, and there is no shortage of secrets. I have fought against their sect masters. It took a full thirty breaths to break through the defense and break into it. Xia Xishou is the chief disciple of their sect. Although his cultivation level is slightly insufficient, the sword intent has shown signs of becoming stronger. Xia Xishou and Zhou Shu fought against each other. He only persisted for ten breaths, and threw his sword to admit defeat, and lost without temper, it can be seen that Zhou Shu still showed affection..."

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

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

"The seventh battle, the one yesterday, Zhou Shu was facing our disciple of Jianlu, Junior Brother Zhang Juyun. Junior Brother Zhang practiced the talisman swordsmanship from Mount Shu, using talismans as swords, using talismans to send out sword intent, changing Unpredictable, it is really hard to beat, even in the entire Dongsheng Prefecture, few people know this kind of swordsmanship, and this sword meeting is the first time that Junior Brother Zhang has fought in front of people, no one knows his sword intent, and he has obtained it smoothly all the way Five consecutive victories. But Zhang Shidi lost to Zhou Shu yesterday. He lost without even throwing the third talisman. He lost completely. He came down and told me that he had no chance of winning. He felt what he was going to do, Zhou Shu Everyone knows the same..."

This time Ding Mo was silent. He had seen Zhang Juyun's talisman swordsmanship before, and it was indeed weird. If it hadn't been pointed out by others, he would have been at a loss. Zhou Shu could see through it for the first time, which is 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 weakness? I can feel that he seems to have a special ability to see through the weaknesses of others. Such an opponent is really scary. You must be cautious."

Ding Mo froze a bit, "Well, so what, I am practicing the Illusory Sword Art!"

"Yes, the Huankong Sword Art is a fifth-level sword art, which is ranked among the thirteen sword art in Jianlu. It is also one of the most difficult sword arts to comprehend the sword intent. One body, people can't figure it out. In the hands of several senior brothers who also use it, the Huankong Sword Art does not have many weaknesses to find, but it is different in your hands. The sword is like a person, and you who use the sword have weaknesses. So your sword intent also has a weakness."

The monk looked at Ding Mo, became more serious, and said calmly, "You rely too much on your own sword tactics and sword intent, and you are too self-righteous. If you meet Zhou Shu, you will definitely lose here. For sword repairers , Proper self-righteousness is not a bad thing. Sword cultivators immerse themselves in their own world and are not moved by foreign objects. Practicing sword intent can get twice the result with half the effort, but you are too much. Once self-righteousness becomes arrogant and arrogant, only you have nothing in your eyes Others, not only do not have fellows, but even have no rivals, that is a very bad thing."

Ding Mo remained silent.

"In my opinion, when you compete with Zhou Shu, it's easy for Zhou Shu to find your weakness and restrain it. What can you do then?"

The monk shook his head, and said regretfully, "With your temperament, I'm afraid you will be hysterical right away, just explode or give up, and no matter what you do, it will be a kind of pain to you and the sword house." shame……"

"Junior Brother Ding, when you entered the sword hut, you had a predestined relationship with the Huankong Sword Art, and you have not let the lord down. You have acquired the sword intent in three years, and the sword has been perfected in fifteen years. You are indeed one of the geniuses." You are a genius, but it is time for you to sharpen your temperament, it is not malicious speculation by senior brother, in my opinion, it may be a good thing for you to lose to Zhou Shu."

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

The monk looked at him indifferently and stopped talking, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, Ding Mo collected his mind, walked up to the monk, and said respectfully, "Please brother for advice, brother must listen carefully to the training."

The monk showed a slight smile on his face, and said, "This is the first time you have lowered your head to ask others for advice since you entered the Sword Hut?"

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

"No sword cultivator wants to lose."

The monk smiled lightly, "Sit down."