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Looking at Yang Youde, and then staring at Yang Qingyu's figure, Wang Cheng's heart remembered the Huang Ting mantra from Zhang Sanfeng's hand, which recorded the real Taijiquan that belonged to Zhang Sanfeng's creation.

He has read a lot of Taoist classics recently, comprehended the state of mind of Taoism, and has a certain foundation for Taoist cultivation in his heart.

It's just that the defense-based Tai Chi and another pure health boxing method are too profound. With the foundation of Yang-style Taijiquan and the foundation of Daomen martial arts of Wusheng Mountain, Wang Cheng can actually understand Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan, and he may be able to truly cultivate after a while.

But for another health boxing method, he is really confused.

WhewW......

When Wang Cheng was thinking, the two people in the field had already begun to fight.

This time, Dong Xingyue chose to take the initiative, because Yang Qingyu had been standing still, so she could only attack first, and even the sheath long knife was slashed out, still with a howl that broke through the air.

Yang Qingyu knew that Dong Xingyue's skills in borrowing strength were also very clever, so she planned not to give the other party a chance to accumulate strength, and she didn't dodge in the face of this split at the moment, hugged her hands roundly, and slapped directly on Dong Xingyue's sheath blade.

It has to be said that a knife with a sheath and a knife without a sheath are definitely not the same.

If Dong Xingyue drew his knife, Yang Qingyu would never dare to touch the blade with his hand.

Therefore, for a swordsman, if he is restricted from being able to draw a sword, he almost restricts most of his strength. In fact, this is also unfair to the current Dongxingyue.

And Dong Xingyue is very confident, so she accepts this unfair rule, and even she has defeated Liu Shicheng. If she can continue to defeat Yang Qingyu now, then she will have eighty percent confidence to defeat Wang Cheng in the end. Because, when she fights Wang Cheng, she can draw her knife.

Syllable.

Yang Qingyu slapped his palms on the scabbard of Dong Xingyue, and then his eyes were condensed, and his hands continued to draw circles, like a whirlpool of water, constantly entangled in the center of the circle.

Dong Xingyue's body was stunned, and she felt a sticky force and an attraction from her knife, so she hurriedly stepped back, and with both hands, she wanted to pull out the Tang knife before making a move. But Yang Qingyu wouldn't let her be so wishful, she retreated, Yang Qingyu immediately followed her feet, the two of them were almost the same in an instant, and Yang Qingyu's hands never left her scabbard, sticking like kraft candy, so that she couldn't advance or retreat.

Call!

Dong Xingyue took a deep breath, her face was solemn, and she suddenly paused her feet and exerted her strength again.

And Yang Qingyu's eyes also flashed a trace of essence, at this moment, he suddenly let go of Dong Xingyue's scabbard, and his feet accelerated again, rushing towards Dong Xingyue, his palms turned into cloud hands, and he slapped Dong Xingyue's chest with a cry.

Dong Xingyue hurriedly retreated again, and the Tang knife was across his chest.

Syllable.

Yang Qingyu slapped his hands firmly on the scabbard of the Tang knife, and then hit Dong Xingyue's chest, knocking Dong Xingyue back two steps, his breathing paused for a moment, and his face was slightly red.

Hum.

Yang Qingyu snorted coldly, and his eyes flashed coldly, and he was deeply skilled in the samadhi of the national martial arts fist - unforgiving. I saw that after she repelled Dong Xingyue with one move, her feet followed again, her movements were faster, more rapid and violent, her body turned, and she shot after accumulating strength again, which was the most fierce moving hammer in Taijiquan, the strength was condensed, and the fist roared out.

Dong Xingyue was also a little flustered at this time, after all, he was a young man, and he gave up drawing his sword on the premise. At this time, she hurriedly continued to retreat, holding the Tang knife in one hand and moving down to resist Yang Qingyu's moving hammer, and with the other hand clenched her fist and attacked Yang Qingyu's face, trying to force Yang Qingyu back.

When Wang Cheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head, after all, Dong Xingyue had less experience in fighting with Chinese martial arts masters, and he didn't understand the thoughts of national martial arts masters. At the same time, he was also shocked by Yang Qingyu's progress, he hadn't seen it for more than a month, and his strength had improved so fast, it could also be said that he was a demon.

It seems that Yang Qingyu really let go of a qiē and completely dropped out of school and went home to practice martial arts.

Modern national art is mainly based on killing the enemy in war, so the way of fighting with injuries for injuries is definitely what most national art masters like to do. Resolutely do not retreat, just attack, attack, attack again, as long as the enemy can die before him, he can live, it doesn't matter how seriously he is injured!

Yang Qingyu was like this at this time, he didn't care about Dong Xingyue's fist attacking him at all, but his feet froze, his waist twisted suddenly, and he exerted his strength again, and the blocking hammer slammed into Dong Xingyue's waist.

Rumble!

Dong Xingyue's fist was destined to not hit Yang Qingyu, with a muffled sound, he was directly beaten by Yang Qingyu's move and staggered back five or six steps, and only stabilized his body with the Tang knife in his hand on the ground, his face became flushed, and he covered his stinging waist with one hand, and his breath was panting. Looking at Yang Qingyu, who didn't give herself a chance at all, and rushed over again, she knew that she was definitely not her opponent if she didn't draw her sword, and hurriedly shouted: "You won." ”

Yang Qingyu's figure stopped in front of Dong Xingyue's body, and it was already a whip thrown out, and his arm suddenly stopped in the air with a crackling sound like a long whip hitting the air.

"Take!"

Yang Qingyu clenched his fists slightly at Dong Xingyue, and then turned around expressionlessly and walked to Yang Youde's side and stood still.

Yang Youde showed a satisfied smile on his face, Yang Wuji, the little brute who had forgotten his ancestors, ran away, but Yang Qingyu did not disappoint him.

At the end of the second game, Yang Qing won the game.

Dong Xingyue stood expressionlessly in place, adjusted her unique breathing method for a while, and her face returned to normal before she said to Wang Cheng's side: "It's okay." ”

Moment.

Dong Xingyue became extremely sharp again, holding the hilt of the knife at his waist with one hand, and staring at Wang Cheng tightly with both eyes.

Wang Cheng nodded to his master, Daoist Changhe, before he stepped forward slowly, stood two steps in front of Dong Xingyue, and said with his fists clenched: "Please advise." ”

Dong Xingyue said coldly: "I can't pull out the sword just now, my strength is less than eleven, and now I have to draw the knife, if you die, don't blame me." ”

Several members of the Liu family and the Yang family all looked worried about Wang Cheng. This Dong Xingyue's strength has exceeded their expectations, he can defeat Liu Shicheng without drawing his sword, and he can fight with Yang Qingyu in a few moves. If she draws her sword, it can be said that Yang Qingyu is definitely not her opponent, and Liu Shicheng may only be able to take one move in her hand.

The master of training the blade, whether there is a blade in his hand or not is definitely two people, and the difference in strength cannot be calculated.

Liu Wuzhong and Yang Youde looked at Daoist Changhe and found that the old Taoist's expression was still calm and calm, only Zhang Shaoyun, a disciple of Wang Cheng's new recruit, looked a little worried, and the two old men relaxed a little. After all, they don't know how much Wang Cheng's strength is, and they know that this may also be an opportunity, since other masters are not worried, then they don't need to worry blindly.

The martial arts competition is coming, Wang Cheng will be the biggest competitor of the two, but Liu Wuzhong is just thinking about it, the Liu family does not have Liu Chaoying, and he can already give up.

Yang Qingyu would not give up, staring at Wang Cheng with bright eyes, not letting go of Wang Cheng's every move.

Wang Cheng looked Dong Xingyue up and down, this was also the first time he had fought with a blade master, and it was definitely not easy in his heart, Yan sù nodded and said: "Don't worry, if I really die under your sword, I am also inferior in skills." ”

Dong Xingyue stopped talking, bent down slightly, and said, "Please." ”

Wang Cheng didn't have the slightest emotion in his eyes, but it was not as cold and silent as the East Star and Moon Ice Lake, but as quiet and pleasant as autumn water. Looking at Dong Xingyue, he stepped on a step, his hands hanging down on both sides very usually, obviously he didn't want to strike first.

Then, Dong Xingyue was not polite, let out a low snort, put one hand on the hilt of the knife, took a step suddenly, and rushed towards Wang Cheng with a fast pace.

Scold!

The real knife is drawn.

Soon.

All the others saw was a flash of white light.

But Wang Cheng did not retreat, his steps were still steady, his feet seemed to be rooted in the earth, and the Tai Chi of Huang Ting's mantra flowed in his heart, his hands suddenly crossed a strange semicircle, and his body turned slightly.

Bang!

Dong Xingyue rushed past Wang Cheng's side, and the blade was caught by Wang Cheng's hands for a moment at this moment, and then flung it out towards the back. Therefore, Dong Xingyue also rushed out three steps to stabilize his body, and then suddenly turned around without stopping, and slashed at Wang Cheng again, flipping his wrist, the angle of the blade was even more weird, and the speed was faster, and he once again showed superb borrowing skills.

Wang Cheng's expression was still calm, his heart was like stopping water, the Taoist pure yang state of mind occupied his heart, and one after another Taoist classics flashed, and many of the uncertainties in Huang Tingluyan's Taijiquan suddenly seemed to be understood at this time.

Therefore, Wang Cheng still did not retreat, his feet stepped on the ground, and his hands followed, crossing the circles one by one, like Tai Chi gossip.

The blade whistled.

Wang Cheng's hands crossed the semicircle and arrived here, and with a pair of palms, he naturally sandwiched the blade in the middle again, and under the huge force, Dong Xingyue couldn't pull it out for a while.

The scene quieted down, and Yang Qingyu and the others were frowning, a little incomprehensible. It was as if Wang Cheng's hands were in the air, and Dong Xingyue's blade took the initiative to send it up for Wang Cheng to grab.

Dong Xingyue's cold face turned red, her breathing became more rapid, and her chest rose and fell violently. It's only been two moves, but she's already consumed a lot of energy.

What's more, at this time, her blade was once again sandwiched between Wang Cheng's hands, so that she couldn't pull it out for a while. Her eyes stared at Wang Cheng stubbornly, looking at Wang Cheng's watery eyes, she exerted her strength again, twisted her waist, and suddenly exerted her hands with her hands, but she still didn't pull it out.

A smile overflowed at the corner of Wang Cheng's mouth, and then he suddenly let go.

Dong Xingyue pulled out the blade with a snort, but because of the excessive force, she took two steps back before she could stand firmly, a little wolf, her hair with a neat ponytail floating on her face, her breathing became more rapid, her eyes flashed with anger, and there was no longer a cold silence like a frozen lake.

Yang Qingyu's face was a little difficult to look at, and he whispered to his grandfather Yang Youde: "Grandpa, is this Tai Chi?"

Yang Youde also had a bad complexion, because Wang Cheng's hand boxing method was indeed Tai Chi, although it was completely different from their Yang family's Yang Tai Chi, and it was also different from the Chen Tai Chi in his memory, but it was indeed Tai Chi, and the Tai Chi gossip displayed casually was proof.

The grandfather and grandson of the Yang family did not speak, and continued to look at the field, their mood was very solemn, Wang Cheng's Tai Chi boxing was so strong, so what about the martial arts mountain boxing method?

At this time, everyone present knew that the victory or defeat was actually clear, and the difference in strength between the two was a bit big.

At this moment, Dong Xingyue's state of mind had been destroyed, and he shouted: "Ya ......" The body rotated and rushed towards Wang Cheng, the blade drew a white circle of light, and between two steps, it turned five or six times, very fast, and finally slashed at Wang Cheng's chest.

The force of this knife was so great that it rolled up the air current, and the speed was so fast that only a cold white light could be seen sprinkled towards Wang Cheng.

The famous sword technique is the famous full moon sword technique of the Iga school. Dong Xingyue also started practicing only three years ago, and at this time the heat was not enough, if it wasn't for the last resort, she was unwilling to use it lightly, and she hadn't fully mastered the breathing tips and pace.

Wang Cheng's eyes finally showed a trace of waves, and he still continued to comprehend Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi in his heart, and in the face of Dong Xingyue's knife, he still did not retreat, but took the initiative to rush forward.

Many of the masters around him were shocked, and even the Changhe Daoist priest, who had always had a calm face, flashed a trace of surprise.

I saw Wang Cheng rushing forward, slashing his hands across the semicircle, and once again strangely sandwiched Dong Xingyue's blade between his hands. Dong Xingyue's momentum also stopped abruptly, beads of sweat appeared on his face, his eyes flashed with incredulity, and he muttered, "Impossible, how did you do it? ”

From beginning to end, she made three knives, but Wang Cheng grabbed each of her knives in his hand.

With such a means, among the people present, even Yang Youde and Liu Wuzhong in their heyday did not dare to say that they could do it. Naturally, they can defeat Dong Xingyue lightly, but if they want to catch Dong Xingyue's blade every time, then they will definitely not be able to do it.

The Changhe Taoist priest must be able to do it, but the old Taoist priest relies on the domineering earth evil fist method and the Tiangang fist method, and a direct hard grasp is the absolute strength and realm of crushing, and the technical content is actually not as good as Wang Cheng's current methods.

Just a few breaths in time.

The winner is decided.

Wang Cheng's face was stern, his hands exerted force, and a huge force exploded, snatching the blade in Dong Xingyue's hand, flipping his wrist, grabbing the handle of the knife, and inserting the blade into the soil beside him at will, and said lightly: "Nothing impossible, this knife belongs to me." ”

Dong Xingyue's complexion instantly turned from red to pale, and the palm of the hand holding the knife trembled, one because of excitement, and the other because of Wang Cheng's huge strength. She stared at Wang Cheng with her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Today's humiliation, I will definitely remember it in my heart, and if I don't kill you in the future, I will die under this knife!"

After speaking, Dong Xingyue bent down to the Changhe Taoist priest and said, "Juniors say goodbye." ”

Then, the Japanese samurai turned around and left, coming fiercely and simply walking.

The other two men from the Dongxing family hesitated, they originally wanted to make a move, but when they saw the blade inserted on the ground next to Wang Cheng, they still let go of their thoughts, knowing that it would be humiliating to make another move, so they immediately followed Dongxingyue towards the outside, their expressions overflowing with murderous aura.

Wang Cheng suddenly shouted to Dong Xingyue, who walked to the door: "Dong Xingyue, you are too cunning, you don't even say how many years you have, are you afraid of death? I don't have time to accept your challenge all the time." ”

Dong Xingyue's body shook, stopped at the door, his face changed, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Wang Cheng, don't be arrogant, after five years, between you and me, only one person can survive." ”

After speaking, Dong Xingyue strode away from the door.

Wang Cheng shook his head and smiled, pulled out the blade on the ground, put it on the table in front of Master Changhe Daoist, and said, "Master, this is a good knife." ”

Daoist Changhe said lightly: "Good knife, then you can keep it, next time she comes, I will continue to send you one." When did you get to this point?"

As soon as Wang Cheng made a move, he could see that this was Tai Chi, not the martial saint mountain boxing method.

It's just that Wang Cheng's Tai Chi is completely different from Yang's Tai Chi and Chen's Tai Chi, with an obvious Taoist flavor, more than enough defense, but almost no offensive power.

Just now, Wang Cheng was able to grab Dong Xingyue's blade three times, but he didn't follow up on the attack, but he finally snatched the blade over, and he had already come out. If it was Yang Qingyu's Yang-style Taijiquan, he would definitely have seriously injured Dong Xingyue, and even killed him on the spot.

Wang Cheng shook his head and said: "It's in that book, recently the disciple comprehended the state of mind of the Daomen, and suddenly he also comprehended Taijiquan, so he tried it." ”

"Okay, you just know it in your own heart, I won't restrain you. But you must remember that the martial arts of the Martial Saint Mountain is your foundation, you comprehend the pure yang of the Dao Gate, and after you practice the pure yang realm to the great completion, you will cultivate the earth evil, and the two fist techniques of the Tiangang Fist will be unhindered......"

The Changhe Taoist priest said sternly, he was afraid that Wang Cheng would forget about the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain when he saw that he was studying other people's martial arts. also reminded Wang Cheng that he only needed to cultivate the martial arts of the Martial Saint Mountain step by step, and after the earth shattered the heavens, there would be few people in the world who would be his opponents.

Wang Cheng nodded and smiled: "Master, don't worry, Wusheng Mountain martial arts is my foundation, and I know the severity." ”

"Well, well, you all go out of your own way, and I'll talk to the two old fellows. ”

Daoist Changhe's tone changed, and he suddenly became impatient, waved his hand to Wang Cheng and Zhang Shaoyun, and began to drive people away.

Yang Youde also smiled: "Qingyu, you go back first, I'll sit for a while." ”

Liu Wuzhong also whispered something to Liu Shicheng, and after explaining, he also came over and sat down.

It is true that the three old men have not been together for a while, and this is the first time he has gone up the mountain since Liu Wuzhong experienced the last time he was seriously injured and hospitalized.

Wang Cheng was speechless for the moment, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, then you talk, let's go back first." ”

After speaking, Wang Cheng took Zhang Shaoyun, Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng and other two masters out of the mountain together.

Yang Qingyu walked side by side with Wang Cheng and asked, "Your Tai Chi is very powerful, you could have defeated her very lightly." ”

Wang Cheng said calmly: "Generally, I have just started practicing, and I can only defend now, not attack yet." ”

"Same as Nagatsuru Michicho?"

Yang Qingyu asked curiously. She thought just now that Wang Cheng might be deliberately humiliating Dong Xingyue, but now it doesn't seem to be the case......

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that the master seemed to be undefeated because he could be beaten, and now he put down the Tiger Nine Style and the Earth Demon Fist Method, and concentrated on cultivating the Daomen Pure Yang, and now he has comprehended the authentic Zhang Sanfeng Taijiquan that can only be defended, wouldn't it be the same as the master in the future, and he can only be beaten and defended?

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng just smiled bitterly, just nodded at Yang Qingyu and stopped talking.

Zhang Shaoyun opened his mouth, wanting to say that the master's tiger-shaped fist was invincible in the world. But he thought that he was a novice, and the people present were all from martial arts families, and he was afraid that he would be embarrassed if he said that he was rude, and he didn't care, and it would be uncomfortable to embarrass the master, so he didn't say anything.

Liu Shicheng lost to Dong Xingyue, his face was always very low, and he didn't speak along the way. It wasn't until he came to the foot of the mountain and got into the car that he said hello to Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu, and then drove home directly.

After Yang Qingyu said goodbye to Wang Cheng, she watched Wang Cheng disappear on the mountain road with Zhang Shaoyun, and then let her family drive first, and she walked towards the city alone. Seeing Wang Cheng's strength just now, her pressure was even greater, and she was determined to work harder.

Wang Cheng took Zhang Shaoyun and walked towards the riverside villa, so he was not on the same road as Yang Qingyu who went to the city. Just after the initial comprehension of Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi, he also kept recalling and comprehending in his mind on the way, and the pace under his feet changed from time to time, and occasionally he would suddenly punch, and the speed was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

This is a bitter thing for the apprentice Zhang Shaoyun who followed him, he ran for a while and stopped for a while, and he was tossed a lot.

"Yaga...... Chasing ......"

Suddenly, there was a shout from a hill ahead.

Wang Cheng and Zhang Shaoyun both froze for a moment and stopped at the foot of the hillside. Wang Cheng's ears and eyes were extremely sensitive, and when he heard that it was the Japanese talking, the next moment he thought of the people of the Dongxing family who had just come down the mountain.

With the next breath, Wang Cheng saw a white figure of a wolf staggering over from the side of the hill, and two men in samurai uniforms appeared behind him, and a group of men in black clothes chased after him with murderous anger.

At this time, the white figure was unstable, and he fell down all of a sudden, and with a muffled snort, the whole person rolled down from the mountain bag, the white samurai uniform and black hair flew away, and rolled down to Wang Cheng's feet, the clothes turned the color of earth, and the hair covered half of the face.

But Wang Cheng and Zhang Shaoyun still recognized at a glance who this person who was already in a coma

It was Dong Xingyue, who had just fought Wang Cheng on the mountain.

The two men who chased after him were the other two people from the Dongxing family.

Both the master and apprentice were puzzled, this group of Japanese was infighting?R1152