Xiao Wei's intermediate ancient martial arts water dividing knife trick focuses on the word water separation.

The division of water seems to be indomitable, and it is the same as the Dinghai style of colorful swordsmanship.

But, wrong.

Dinghai style, a sword to cut the rivers and seas, dust shakes thousands of mountains, holding people to win the will of the sky, its martial core, for the reverse!

The water dividing knife trick is based on the trend of rivers and rivers, and its martial intent core is Shun!

One goes along and the other goes against the grain, and it's not a road at all.

In the ring, the fat man wanted to make a violent shot, and he beat the person down with a crazy A, ending the fight as soon as possible, so that Xiong Yi could be replaced.

The fat man can keep in mind the bet with the big bear, whoever loses who shouts the master, although the face is worthless, thrown on the ground, you can pick it up and use it again, but the beloved little dream sister is watching the game.

The small test in front of her is at best just a warm-up battle for the Youth King Championship, in order to strengthen her confidence and not let her worry about hurting her spirit, she must win.

The goddess Yuan Xi in the dream is also watching the battle, the fat man has been cowardly and timid since he was a child, and he was bullied by others, and he was cowardly a week ago, his appearance, talent, and courage, he didn't want anything, he didn't blame outsiders, and the fat man looked down on himself when he was in his heart.

Thank God for sending a weird Pipi shrimp and making it a thing of the past.

The fat man knows that Yuan Xi is by no means superficial, but women are inevitably vulgar, and they are more or less vanity in their hearts.

There is no love in the world for no reason, if you want to hold a beauty, you must erect a tall and mighty image in front of you, so you can't lose the next battle!

However, when the Water Splitting Knife Technique evolved to the fourth form, the fat man quietly changed his mind.

The first type is like the wind, the second type is undercurrent, the third type is the waves, and the fourth type is the rolling river.

The river rolls and stacks on top of each other, moving forward layer by layer, gathering boundless majesty.

Its martial intent was secretly in line with the first move of the colorful sword technique.

After discovering this, the fat man was overjoyed.

He is working backwards on the colorful sword technique, in order to trace back to the source and go further.

This is a sleepy person to send a pillow, a charcoal in the snow, a good person, the fat man immediately sent a big good person card to Dong Borui.

So, under the gaze of the audience, the fat man who looked like a bull just now suddenly became a shy and timid little daughter-in-law, he was retreating, constantly retreating.

Retreating to Class 1, he mistakenly thought that Dong Borui had the upper hand with ancient martial arts, and there was a cheer that shook the sky.

Class 2 martial arts students, with a group of insiders, were laughing, and the laughter became more and more weird, making Xiao Wei and Bai Chen feel a sense of ominousness.

In the ring, the fat man's gas machine has not risen, he does not need it at all, he is dismantling the stacking wave style, and there are already many experiences that are about to come out.

After the fourth form of the water splitting knife technique, it became more and more aggressive, and it led the wind and waves, covering one heavy after the other.

I have to say that Dong Borui has a deep attainment and has comprehended the realm of Xiaocheng, when everyone thinks that the climax is the peak and the tide will ebb, it will set off the climax again, as if endlessly.

Ha, the trick of the water splitting knife for the second time!

However, the second time takes the first pass as the shoulder, standing taller and more powerful.

When the third and last style turned into a monstrous wave, the fat man who ran around the audience finally fought back.

The Qiu Hong sword danced, soft as cotton, swaying and swinging, pulling the monstrous waves forward, and then pulling them again, until the entire wave was infinitely elongated, taming like a sheep to sink down.

Dong Borui was stunned, is there still this kind of sassy operation?

You must know that the last blow is the strongest blow, and in the face of it, Xiao Wei can't do it so lightly, and eliminate it invisibly.

Qiu Hongjian leveled the huge waves, the painting style changed suddenly, and the swing swayed upward, gathering the wind and clouds in all directions, falling for nine days, and slashing down.

The sword wind is dotted into a surface, one, two, three...... Seven Ways!

Chu Xiong, who was sitting on the chair gasping, suddenly widened his eyes, because the sword intent was not exhausted, and suddenly, he made up the eighth path.

The eighth path had not yet been exhausted, and suddenly, it gathered into the ninth sword wall and flew down!

Teng, Chu Xiong jumped up, nine is the number of poles, and the sword style is nine, it is for Dacheng!

"Dacheng realm...... Stacked waves!"

In the stands, Bai Chen also stood up, his face full of horror.

The stacked waves in front of him are far away from the stacked waves in Chu Xiong's hands, and they are unrecognizable, and those who can recognize him, except for Chu Xiong, who has been immersed in adultery since childhood, I am afraid that he is the only one.

Ancient martial arts, the higher the level, the more difficult it is to reach the martial intent.

Although the ancient martial arts are important in the realm, but the high-level ancient martial arts, its martial intent starting point is too high, as high as a mountain, and it is not too much to say that the entry of the advanced ancient martial arts is the small realm of the primary ancient martial arts.

With a population of more than one billion in the Dragon Country, with such a large population base, there has never been a shortage of geniuses, but there are still very few people who can get a glimpse of the realm of high-level ancient martial arts.

So, Bai Chen's voice fell, but it was amazing.

Xiong Yi trembled violently, located in the referee's bench not far from the No. 1 stand, and the expressions of the three were even more exciting.

Lin Lin, there was a vibration, in the end, in the past few days, I was used to the demons, and my heart was relatively strong, so the old god was there.

Jin Ziyan didn't hold back, and he was swallowing saliva again.

She stepped into the D-level 2nd stage at the age of 30, and her talent can be imagined, she has been a genius since she was a child, a genius among geniuses, but for the Avalanche Fist that has been practiced hard since childhood, it is still only close to Dacheng.

At that step, she had been trapped for many years, even if the principal's father, who had already become a big student, taught her countless times, it was still in vain.

There is no way, the Dacheng realm of high-level ancient martial arts is really too difficult, so difficult that it is almost impossible for so-called geniuses to comprehend.

However, looking at the demon in front of her, she practiced colorful swordsmanship for less than a week, and learned from the water-splitting knife technique, which was easy to succeed, and she couldn't help but salivate, and she couldn't wait to swallow someone in one bite.

And Xiao Wei, the big slut, finally understood why the two around him were laughing so weirdly.

The initial formation of the stacked waves of the Dacheng realm in front of him has not completely evolved, and it is still clearly imprinted with the shadow of the water dividing knife technique.

Ancient martial arts, not to mention intermediate, even if they are beginners, comprehending martial intent on the spot, integrating into their own ancient martial arts, and taking it a step further, are all myths.

Although it is only one formula, it is enough to amaze the world and make all geniuses a joke.

Even if it is white dust, it is far from comparable.

"It's an eye-to-eye, it's really an eye-to-eye. ”

Xiao Wei looked at Lin Lin with envy on his face.

He is good at drilling, and he has always held the mentality of relying on teachers and students.

I hollowed out my own thoughts, and finally invited a god-level Bai Chen, with infinite expectations for it, thinking that I was sitting firmly in Diaoyutai, but who expected, but people were sitting at home, happy from the sky.

One deliberately, the other does nothing, in the realm of life, the superior makes a judgment, too much in the face.

In the ring, Dong Borui knelt and knelt without suspense.

The large into the small is not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change, and its power is not comparable to the small one at all.

The stacked wave style of the Dacheng realm, the nine styles of one blow, the sword and the sword are dotted into faces, covering a wide range, and the domineering sword style is terrifying.

"Ding! Ding......"

Eight ringings came out one after another, Dong Borui couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge, blocked eight swords in a row, and retreated one by one.

The ninth sword gathers the power of the first eight swords, like a mountain pressing on the top.

The beloved big knife he bought was abused by Chu Xiong first, and he was swow in front of him, but at the moment of life and death, Dong Borui didn't care about the distress, and drank the knife.

With a bang, the knife edge hit a dazzling wave of air, and the sound was in the air, Dong Borui snorted, his feet off the ground, and threw himself high into the ring.

The air, all of a sudden, became very quiet.

The audience looked at each other and said what about the pig abuse scene?

Just now, I played well, but why did the plot suddenly reverse and be suddenly counterattacked?

No, that's not the way they want!

The fat man stood with his sword in his hand, standing in the ring in a daze.

Dacheng realm, so intoxicating, he was trapped in that wonderful aftertaste, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Audience friends, the god of sleep counterattacked gorgeously and successfully defeated the NO.3 of Class 1, let us look forward to his next performance with warm applause. ”

In the broadcast studio, Bao Mingwei came out again to warm up.

"Cut ......"

The audience booed, and the fat man was so frightened that he quickly stepped off the stage.

"Fat brother mighty!"

Yuan Meng was the first to shout in the stands!

"Fat brother mighty!"

Class 2 students, whether martial arts students or not, roared wildly, and the mountains roared and the tsunami roared.

One move, just one move, it's like bullying a child, Dong Borui, who ranked 3rd in class 1, knelt down.

Now, in their minds, Xiong Yi is all a vegetable, and in the entire 1st class, only Bai Chen is left who can argue with the fat man.

From then on, who would dare to say that the tail of the 2 cranes and the scum class?

In the front row of the stands, the little girl Xiao Xiaoyou quietly pouted there.

Yuan Meng squinted at it, and immediately stopped doing it, glaring and said, "Xiaoyou, my fat brother won with one move, isn't it powerful enough?"

"What's so awesome about that. Xiao Xiaoyou shook her head, she is Bai Chen's fan sister, this is going to replace him on the field, it is estimated that the fight has not started yet, and the little hand has already been red.

"Xiaoyou, think about what I said yesterday...... Think about it. Xiao Yao reminded.

“...... The realm of ancient martial arts is very high?" Xiao Xiaoyou asked rhetorically.

"Yes, very high. Xiao Yao nodded.

"How tall?" Bai Xiao wondered.

"It's beyond your imagination, Xiaomeng's fat brother, it's very powerful. Xiao Yao squinted and smiled, looking super cute and cute.