"Boss, I don't think such a tall profession as a warrior is for me." The fat cat sneered, and said to Yan Xu in a low voice, it is really difficult for him to be an otaku to fight with people, and no matter from that point of view, he looks like he was cut down.

"I think so too, but no matter what profession you choose in the future, you will definitely be able to match up with the warriors, so you should familiarize yourself with it in advance." Yan Xu nodded and agreed with the fat cat's statement, but there was no use for eggs, and the training had to be trained, so he showed a two-handed big sword, and said to the fat cat after waving it twice.

"Depending on the weapon used, there are also different styles of fighters, the most common being the fighter who uses a two-handed weapon, which is more lethal and does not have as many restrictions as a long-handled weapon."

Yan Xu waved the two-handed sword in his hand as he spoke, the movements were not fancy, but it gave people an indescribable nature, and he couldn't tell that he was wielding a murder weapon weighing more than ten catties that was enough to cut people in the waist, and the connection between the moves was as smooth as silk, even if he wanted to attack, he couldn't find a chance to insert it.

"Warriors who use longarms generally have more confidence in their own strength, and may be less effective against masters, but they have an advantage in clearing out miscellaneous soldiers." Yan Xu explained while then showing an axe gun, stabbing and slashing, sweeping and splitting, sometimes opening and closing, sometimes coiling closely, and the wind blowing the fat cat's hair swayed left and right, and his face turned white.

"There are also dual-wielding weapons, which have certain requirements for their own talents, which are not something that ordinary people can practice, but as long as they practice well, they can best save their lives, and their survivability is not inferior to that of knights. Yan Xu, who was holding two one-handed swords, simply turned into a humanoid fan, and he couldn't see people at all, he could only see the two one-handed swords flying up and down, giving people a feeling that water couldn't be splashed, and the fat cat felt that if he was swept in, it was estimated that he could be cut into a paper roll.

It's a pity that Yan Xu is flattering eyes and threw it to the blind man, and said that he had practiced for a long time, and the fat cat's response was only blank, and even the Dongying warriors on the side couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward directly, first bowed deeply, and then said respectfully.

"Master, in the lower palace, this Lang is a person from the two days of Miyamoto Musashi in the east, please compete with me once." Miyamoto Lang is dressed as a typical Japanese samurai, both in his movements and demeanor, and he faces Yan Xu's very serious request.

"Yes." Yan Xu didn't refuse, and then turned his head and said to the fat cat angrily.

"Wait a minute, you take a good look, the other party uses a typical Dongying kendo, pays attention to the unity of spirit and spirit, takes the route of high attack and high speed, and is the best at seizing the opportunity to explode instantly, even if the opponent is higher than them, if you are not careful, you will be killed, the biggest threat to your kind of fat, give me a careful look."

"Good.. Okay boss" The fat cat hurriedly hid to the side, not daring to disturb the two, and also showed a few wooden figures in front of him to increase his sense of security, and his obscene appearance made Yan Xu roll his eyes.

Walking to the center of the venue, the two sides saluted each other according to their own style, Miyamoto Lang can also be said to be an outlier among the gods, he has always adhered to the spirit of the samurai, and he has seen a lot of unscrupulous gods, and he is very disgusted, and now he meets a pure warrior like Yan Xu, who naturally attaches great importance to it, and decides to show respect with all his skills.

Miyamoto drew out the two katana swords, one long and one short, from his waist, and raised his hands flat, slightly above his shoulders, like an eagle spreading its wings, with a fierce momentum.

Yan Xu almost laughed out loud, as Miyamoto Musashi, who is known as the strongest person in Dongying, Yan Xu naturally knows that the other party's best thing is the second sword stream, and he is a swordsman who can be counted in the history of Dongying, and his swordsmanship is naturally unique. However, how old is Dongying, and their so-called strongest person is only a local master in Huaxia, and he can't even rank in the entire Central Plains, so it can only be said that it is not bad.

And Miyamoto Musashi was a person in troubled times, and the samurai at that time didn't say a word and drew their swords to each other, and they could kill people by looking at each other twice. Therefore, Miyamoto Musashi's swordsmanship is not so much a self-cultivation as it is a polishing of the enemy's corpse, and if he doesn't win, he will die, so the degree of condensation and explosiveness of the spirit and spirit are very exaggerated, and as for the swordsmanship, it can only be said that it is not bad, not very clever.

It's like this open door opening move, if it is Miyamoto Musashi himself, it is estimated that it is no different from the fangs of a fierce beast, who dares to think that he has a cheap advantage to open the empty door, and he will wait to be killed.

But this trick can only make people laugh when it is used in the hands of his heirs of unknown generations. After all, it is a joke to simply rely on the swordsmanship left by Miyamoto Musashi to cultivate the other party's level, and if it is really feasible, then the master is too worthless.

However, I haven't formally sparred with someone for a long time, and I can't laugh, Yan Xu held back his laughter and embodied two katanas, but he didn't pull them out, but inserted them on his waist, putting on a posture of drawing knives.

Gong Benlang was stunned, as the inheritor of Dongying's orthodox swordsmanship, he naturally recognized that the other party was going to use the sword drawing technique, but he had really never seen the sword drawing technique with both hands. However, his mind is also the same as Yan Xu's, and he finally met a serious martial artist who could learn from him, so he naturally would not give up easily, and suddenly moved his steps to approach the other party, because there was almost no rush to attack when he practiced the sword drawing technique, so he could only approach and attack first, or use his momentum to force the other party to strike first.

With a pop, Miyamoto Lang looked down and saw the katana crossed around his neck, swallowed and foamed hard, and couldn't help but have a blank mind, until now he didn't know what happened, why was the knife on his neck?

"Dongying draws the sword technique and exponentially bursts out of its own strength, but once it misses a blow, it will reveal a fatal flaw, so you must use it carefully." Yan Xu put away his double knives, took a few steps back to make way for space, and at the same time did not delay explaining to the fat cat.

"Hey!" Miyamoto thought that he had just been carelessly distracted, so he immediately bowed to Yan Xu and apologized, because he was distracted in the sacred competition, which was an insult to his opponent and disrespectful to himself, and he had to apologize.

He didn't know that this was not his carelessness or Yan Xu's sneak attack at all, but the gap in the realm.

No one can maintain a state of concentration all the time, not even a specially trained martial artist, breathing and even heartbeat will have a subtle impact on the state of the condensing spirit, just like a flickering light, whoever shows a flaw first and is caught, just wait for the lamp to blow the lamp and pull out the wax.

What kind of realm is Yan Xu, not to mention the musculoskeletal, even the flow of blood can be controlled, and the spiritual perception is even superhuman, he can stand there like a stone all day without leaking any breath.

And although Miyamoto Lang has practiced family swordsmanship since he was a child, after all, he lives in a peaceful era, and it is good to be able to practice this skill, even if his strength is higher after polishing the sword blade through fighting in the fantasy world, he still can't get rid of the limitations of Dongying Kendo, and the realm is limited to the Ming Jin stage, no matter how strong the strength is, no matter how fast the speed is, it is still full of flaws in the eyes of the master, and it is too simple to kill him.

"Again." Miyamotoro's performance made Yan Xu feel very interesting, so he waved his hand and said to start again, but this time he didn't take the katana back into its scabbard, but casually carried it in his hand, because it was not necessary.

Miyamoto didn't think that the other party's performance was underestimating himself, even if he was distracted just now, it was not something that ordinary people could do to put a knife on his neck in the blink of an eye, at least he couldn't do it, for the sake of the reputation of the Miyamoto family, he would definitely not be careless again this time.

There is nothing to hide in the venue, and Miyamoto Lang is also a celebrity here, although his strength is only the peak of black iron, but even ordinary bronze-level warriors dare not say that they have won him steadily. Although I didn't see him being stabbed on the neck just now, seeing him so cautious now, I knew that the opponent should not be taken lightly, so they all came to watch.

Miyamoto Lang took a small step, one long and one short, two katana swords lightning slashed from both sides, and the speed of the shot was probably not so high for the average bronze thief, but Yan Xu's performance was even more terrifying, and the two katanas of the same length directly turned into a cloud of cold light and swallowed it in one bite.

Countless knife lights flashed quickly in front of him, and the sharp sound of the blade tearing through the air was about to puncture the eardrum, Miyamoto could only struggle desperately to ensure that he would not be torn apart immediately, and even his thinking was about to stop, and he suddenly knew that it was not his carelessness just now, but that the other party was so terrifying that he was not even qualified to resist.

Although he was able to maintain resistance at the moment, it was because the opponent's subordinates were merciful, not so much that he blocked the opponent's attack, but that the opponent knew his every move well, and took the initiative to send the blade to his sword, allowing himself to passively knock out a rhythmic collision sound, and just by looking at the opponent's relaxed expression, he knew that the opponent was just enjoying the fun of the competition.

However, after all, the gap between the two sides was too big, and Yan Xu quickly lost interest, ended this game that can be called a one-sided crushing, and left with the fat cat. Gong Benlang couldn't get tired, followed closely behind, and walked behind Yan Xu very respectfully.

Yan Xu still knows a lot about the virtue of the Dongying people, before his strength exceeds you, you can call him like a dog, even if you ask him to die, you will feel honored. But if his strength surpasses you, even if it is just an ordinary sentence, it can make him resentful, and the final knife will result in you, which is quite a contradictory nation.

Sensing the Miyamoto Lang who was following behind him, Yan Xu nodded with satisfaction, not only got a good follower through this competition, but also let the fat cat know where his path was, killing two birds with one stone.