"The essence of this swordsmanship lies in the fact that the virtual is also real, the real is also virtual, and the virtual and the real are born together, so that the changes can be infinite, so that the other party is caught off guard."

For some reason, after seeing Duan Lianggong's smile on his chest, Ding Ruoyu's mind flashed the words that Lou Xue had said when she taught her swordsmanship.

At this time, she turned her sword into her palm, and used the initial attack as a cover, and swayed past, dodging the kick that her opponent had originally kicked at the right time.

"My God, she actually dodged Lao Duan's 'fatal kick'!" The teenagers watching the battle suddenly let out a burst of exclamation.

Most of them were planted on this move, and some even encountered this kick in a one-on-one battle, and they were kicked so hard that they couldn't get up as soon as they saw their faces.

Behind the scenes, the teenagers regarded this move as Duan Lianggong's classic killing move, and called it a fatal kick behind their backs.

Outside the battle circle, Youlan looked at the two who were tense as soon as they fought, and a cold sweat broke out on her body.

She secretly wondered, if it was herself, could she avoid it perfectly like Ding Ruoyu?

The answer is no.

She may not be physically harmed, but it is inevitable that she will be swept away by the wind on her legs and suffer a slight injury.

"Qiao'er was able to dodge this time, it's so lucky......" she muttered quietly, and in a moment, the two people in the battle circle had already passed three or four moves.

At this time, Youlan realized that she had thought badly.

Fang Cai, Ding Ruoyu did not rely on luck, but on his own strength.

With his skills alone, he has made several moves in front of Duan Lianggong, who is currently ranked first, and this strength should be able to rank in the top five.

Her eyes tightened, and she suddenly remembered that Qiao'er was best at magic on weekdays.

Purely relying on fists and feet, Ding Ruoyu's physical fitness is not as good as the other party, and after a long time, he will be weak. However, until now, she has not even moved the slightest thought of using magic.

Duan Lianggong also seemed to sense her intentions, and when he approached her again, he whispered to her, "If you don't use witchcraft again, you will lose." ”

Ding Ruoyu smiled, but was unmoved.

In the midst of the indistinguishable moves, she stumbled upon a fleeting sensation that she could naturally unleash a real attack from another direction while creating a false move.

When fighting Duan Lianggong, she had been trying to regain this feeling, but she failed one after another.

So, she deliberately magnified the flaws in her moves, magnifying them again and again, waiting for the opponent's full strength.

Perhaps only when it comes to a critical moment will she be able to learn again.

Finally, the opponent's fist slammed into her head-on with a strong whistling sound. If she is hit, the bridge of her nose will definitely break.

The feeling of being as fast as lightning from before really reappeared, like instinct, leading her to lean back, her legs rose with the momentum, but instead forced Duan Liang's bow back two steps, and the punch that was punched out was also retracted due to this sudden variable.

The two pulled away, each took a deep breath, and ran towards each other again.

This time, before they came into contact with it, the weak water behind the incense case had already come and told them to stop.

"Duan Liang Gong wins." She announced, turned her eyes to Ding Ruoyu, and said to the black-clothed instructor in charge of recording in the rear, "Transfer Qiao'er to second." ”

The teenagers in the dungeon were dumbfounded, and they could all put fists in their mouths.

After eight games, Weak Water left the Obsidian Hall with the registered book. The teenagers began to exercise separately, Ding Ruoyu also picked up the wooden sword to find the empty place, and continued to look for the previous feeling alone.

When you have a weapon in your hand, it's different from when you only have fists and kicks. The sword moves that Lou Xue learned poured out from the sword body, even the most ordinary flashes and movements, but also a little more master-like calmness and non-eating fireworks.

Duan Liang stood in the other corner and looked at her dancing sword for a while, and lowered his head to touch a turquoise ring on his middle finger.

The gemstone is shiny and translucent, and it looks like a small colorless and transparent beetle wrapped in it. If you look closely, you can see that the beetle's tentacles are moving around with its tentacles sticking out of its shell.