Ding Gou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the pain in his heart made him unable to say half a word, and he struggled to pick up the weapon and continue to fight, but after a little effort, his right hand shook uncontrollably, Rao is he gritted his teeth and insisted on it, but he couldn't afford to carry the long sword that usually played like a part of his body.

"Actually using such a cheap weapon, where do you still have the self-esteem of a martial arts practitioner!" Looking at the eye-catching strip of meat that was pulled out of Ding Gou's arm, Zheng Ding was angry as if he was about to erupt fire in his eyes.

He was distracted for a moment, and was caught by Wang Zhan, who already had the upper hand, first hit Zheng Ding's head with a difficult downward slash with his right foot, and then rotated his body 90 degrees, driving a backspin kick with his left foot to kick Zheng Ding's chest. "To be able to win is to be able to do so, how can there be any difference between noble and despicable, according to what you say, what kind of combat skills do we practice, just compare our strength. After the combo was completed, Wang Zhan refuted Zheng Ding in a loud voice.

Zheng Ding, who was hit by two legs, flew out directly upside down, and didn't stop until he hit Ding Gou.

"He's right, whatever method you use, as long as you can beat your opponent. Ding Gou saw this very openly, and did not complain, "But it is not so easy to let me Ding Gou accept defeat with just a barbed hook arrow!" he shouted with unprecedented strength, grabbed the weapon on the ground and rushed towards Ming Xuan, and the cold sweat of the bean was dripping all the way like rain.

"One is not enough, is that two enough?" Ming lingered coldly, and another arrow plunged straight into his left shoulder. Compared with ordinary arrows, the barbed hook arrow shot by Ming Wander has also been specially modified, and once it enters the body, it will bite with the muscles, so Ding Gou will bring out the flesh when he pulls out the arrow, and at this moment he sees him hit another arrow, Ming Wander has decided that he has no possibility of turning over.

"Bastard!" Zheng Ding couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to go up and beat him with his fist.

But as soon as he took a step, Wang Zhan's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and his high-speed moving figure was comparable to the instantaneous movement of Ming Xuan. "Your opponent is me!" Wang Bang had already smashed his head at the moment when he spoke.

The sound of the wind brought by the heavy Wujin Gong was also unusually strong, and Zheng Ding moved sideways to dodge, and at the same time raised his leg and kicked Wang Bang in the waist with a flaming kick. Unexpectedly, Wang Fang's Wu Jin Gong took a strange route, and suddenly slapped heavily on Zheng Ding's ankle, and the power of ten thousand jun Even the tempered Zheng Ding was smashed into unbearable pain, and the bones seemed to be broken. And Wang Zhan seems to be particularly fond of combos, before the gong fell, his left hand was an elbow blow that slammed into Zheng Ding's chest, because the rhythm was in place, it looked like two injuries caused by one move.

Knocked to the ground again, Zheng Ding looked at Wang Bang in disbelief, this person's attack is honestly simple, there are no bells and whistles, and there is no special ability like himself, but why is it to give people a sense of oppression that is difficult to overcome, as if any slight move of his has infinite power.

"From the look in your eyes, I see an emotion called powerlessness, and I am satisfied. Wang Fang walked slowly towards Zheng Ding, "My 'Dragon King' has not opened meat for ten years, you should feel honored to be the first sacrifice after its comeback!"

"It's a pity, you're destined to be a vegetarian!" Zheng Ding jumped up and punched Wang Bang in the cheek.

Wang Zhen was not in a hurry, and dodged sideways in time the moment before the fist was solid. The iron fist almost grazed the tip of his nose, sending a wave of heat to blow his hairstyle. Just when Zheng Ding's trick was old, Wang Zhan grabbed the flaw and pumped it in Zheng Ding's lower abdomen, and at the same time carried it on his shoulder, and knocked Zheng Ding away with a fierce rush: "Your ability is really peculiar, hard and hot to play some cleverness, but in the face of my overwhelming strength, isn't it all in vain?" Every word in Wang Zhan's words revealed his unscrupulous contempt for Zheng Ding.

Strange to say, under his words of contempt, Zheng Ding instead extinguished the fire in his heart and returned to calm. The battle he experienced at this moment, the strength of the opponent and the disgusting disgusting face, and the unwillingness from the bottom of his heart under the crushing of the opponent, all made him feel as if he had returned to his childhood, to any day and any battle in those more than 2,000 days and nights.

"Zheng Ding, you idiot! Do you want me to play background music so that you can sense the danger?"

"Zheng Ding, are you a pig? You can't avoid such a simple punch!"

Zheng Ding's ears seemed to sound the teacher's endless ridicule and nagging again.

Every time he heard his count, Zheng Ding always retorted disappreciatively: "I'm an iron man, invulnerable, don't care too much about these fighting skills!"

Most of the time, the teacher will rudely continue to give him a hard shot until he is lying on the ground and give in, and then leave him alone to continue to reflect. However, there was an exception, the teacher did not reason with his fists and feet as usual, but squatted down and touched his head and asked softly: "Xiao Zhengding, do you know why every time you fight with me, the result is losing?"

Zheng Ding squinted at it to observe the mentally retarded eyes: "You are an adult, I can beat you before you have a ghost!"

The teacher estimated that something beautiful had happened this time, and he was in a good mood and did not get angry, and continued to teach earnestly: "Then why among your peers, you have not won Huoda and Chen Wen once? Is it that their abilities are more suitable for fighting than you? Not necessarily!"

Zheng Ding didn't have anything to say this time, and puffed out his two cheeks to make a silent protest.

"Combat is actually a very mental science, you should have tried to do something, the more you care about it, the more you look forward to it, the more you can't do it well. Zheng Ding didn't agree, and the teacher had to fill in the hole he dug himself, "Your talent is very high, this is your strength, but also your disadvantage, you tend to indulge in developing all kinds of shortcuts to serve the battle, and ignore its roots." ”

"Then what is the root of the battle?" Zheng Ding asked deliberately in that vague pronunciation, obviously intrigued by the teacher's words, but embarrassed to show it too explicitly.

"Fighting is the art of destruction, it requires the full devotion of every cell and nerve in the whole body, it is a killing game that is so pure that it can't be more pure, it can't be simpler than a simple killing game, any fear, joy, doubt, anxiety is an enemy that affects your play, and sometimes it is even more terrifying than your opponent......" The teacher said endlessly.

"What does that mean?" Zheng Ding tilted his little head, like a scumbag in a cram school, with a look of incomprehension.

"Haha!" the teacher poked his finger at the door of the head, "try to let go of success and failure, let your heart enter an ethereal state where there are only you and your opponent, and enjoy every battle! ”

"Is it ethereal?" Zheng Ding got up and patted the dust on his body, the bloody tragic situation of Ding Gou on the side, the sinister and arrogant expression of Ming Xuan, and the noise of the battlefield behind him gradually faded away in his mind, leaving only Wang Bang in front of him and a dark background.

"Don't you give up yet?" Wang Bang snorted coldly, and quickly stabbed at close range, and a white glow appeared in front of Zheng Ding's eyes.

But at this moment, Zheng Ding seemed to have been reborn and changed into a person, and under his intensive attack, he kept shaking his body from side to side, and he perfectly avoided all attacks, like a piece of paper fluttering in the wind, although the movement was big but intact.

The continuous stabbing on Wang Zhan's hand suddenly stopped, and Zheng Ding's right foot swung left after the flame turned into flames at the same moment, and then threw it out to the right, touching the kick swept by Wang Fang below.

Wang Fang was also very good, and the limbs of the two sides noticed the abnormality on Zheng Ding's feet before they touched, and hurriedly moved Lan on his feet, rotating rapidly on the surface, and Zheng Ding's ultra-high temperature that could bake people was instantly unloaded to room temperature by him.

"Stinky boy, all of a sudden, ......" Wang Fang hadn't finished his sentence, when suddenly his eyes went dark, and a fist the size of a bowl approached like a meteor, so frightened that he quickly stopped his voice and raised his hand to block the block.

The rhythm of the battlefield has been mastered by Zheng Ding, but seeing that his movements are smooth, he has practiced a set of boxing techniques from beginning to end as if he was practicing alone, while Wang Zhan only has to see the moves, left and right, and the situation between the two sides has been completely reversed from the situation at the beginning.

Tired of coping, Wang Zhan was deceived by Zheng Ding's false trick to stick to the left side, but he didn't want to hit Zheng Ding's iron fist fiercely on the right side, staggering and almost hitting the street.

"The kid has a little eyesight, so soon to give up the high-temperature trick that didn't work for me!" Wang Bang stabilized his body, his mouth still stiff.

Zheng Ding replied with a contemptuous look: "To deal with you, an ordinary attack is enough." ”

Wang Bang laughed angrily: "Hahaha, what a frog at the bottom of a well who doesn't know the depths, but he has only improved his combat power a little, so he thinks he can defeat me?"

Zheng Ding sneered and stared at the place where he had just been hit: "Isn't it?"

Wang Zhan took a deep breath, white light flashed all over his body, and he returned to his original appearance: "The body of this bad old man is too sluggish and weak to bear me with full firepower. Since you have shown your housekeeping skills, then I will let you open your eyes!"