"If you hesitate, you will lose."

The old man kicked Han Baiyi out of the floor, and the scolding from under the floor faded away.

"You're still far from it, boy."

Han Baiyi sat up from the ground with a confused expression, and still had the white picture just now in his eyes.

He's talking about knives.

At that moment, although the blade of Ashina Isshin only intersected with his wedge pill, in Han Baiyi's perspective, the blade of that knife was always facing him.

The reason why the whole person rushed out just now, instead of leaving a small part such as a head and neck in place, was completely bent on keeping his hands.

Just a knife, a kick, and he threw himself out.

This is not so much a gap in strength, but an adult coaxing a child.

Eyesight, skill, experience, and even psychological grasp.

Not on one level at all.

Of course, this is not to say that Han Baiyi has no strength to fight in the face of Wei Ming, if he fights with others seriously, then there is still a question of victory or defeat, after all, the physical fitness is there, and the gap is not too big.

But if Han Baiyi floats, he starts to play with flowers.

Hey, that's all it takes.

The old people are all this age, and they still have such strength, so it can be seen that when they are young, they are indeed a strong group.

However, Han Baiyi still has something to ask, so naturally he can't just admit defeat.

The timeline is adjusted, and the picture returns to the scene of the confrontation between the two.

Thereupon......

"Do your best, boy!"

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

"Despite making ......"

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

"...... the End"

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

......

After being beaten for an unknown number of times in such a reincarnation, Han Baiyi suddenly found that when he faced Wei Ming's heart, he didn't make any progress at all.

Whether it is a sudden attack, taking turns to strike iron, jumping after small steps, jumping and slashing iron, and Konoha fluid technique mystical iron, I have taken turns in various ways, but I found that the old man can use the simplest and neatest way to crack his own moves, even if Han Baiyi's playing style is decent, he can also use psychological flaws to find a breakthrough point and interrupt it with a knife.

Each time it is a knife to be solved.

In order to find the old man's weakness, Han Baiyi reincarnated like crazy, and as a result, his head was stuffed into the ground every time.

How often are you reincarnated?

Let's put it this way, the guy downstairs has a lot of moles on his wife's buttocks, and Han Baiyi can count them clearly.

In the future, it will be considered familiar.

In fact, he can't beat Wei Ming, and he doesn't blame Han Baiyi.

Who is Ashina?

It's the ceiling of skill-side combat power in the setting of the wolf world!

This old man, who has been immersed in kendo all his life, has probably broken more swords since the day he practiced swords, and I am afraid that he has seen more than Han Baiyi has ever seen.

Decades of kendo experience have allowed him to return to the basics.

A beast flow kendo like Han Baiyi, who fused with his self-study in battle and the Flying Ape move, can see through his superficial sword path at a glance in the eyes of Wei Ming.

It is this kind of crushing in the realm of kendo that allows Wei Ming to hang Han Baiyi up and beat him, and even letting him drill the floor is deliberate by this stinky old man - a strong man of this level, how sharp his facial features are! This old man listened to it on the balcony for a long time, and his heart was itchy for a long time, and the open voyeurism did not quite match his identity, so he had to make a hole and take a look.

They didn't do it on purpose!

It's just that...... No, not carelessly!

Yes, by accident!

If this old man knew what Han Baiyi had seen, he might be envious and want to replace him.

It wasn't until Han Baiyi gradually adapted, and even began to learn the back-to-basics swordsmanship of Reeda Yixin during the battle, that the situation gradually began to change.

'Ding Ding'

The two knives collided, and the long knives all over the gaps were swaying freely in the hands of Reeda Yixin, each swing and each slash controlled the position of the two knives colliding, and the two figures were obviously in the process of high-speed movement, but the old man seemed to be a god high above, controlling the rhythm of the entire battle.

Han Baiyi began to slow down, no longer adopting the violent beast flow style as he did at the beginning.

While observing the old man's movements, he also changed his fighting habits.

Pace, breathing, drop point, dodge amplitude, strike angle.

Although some people say that swordsmanship is a feeling, Han Baiyi has more experience and swordsmanship is a kind of knowledge.

In the beginning, all his fighting styles were learned in battle, and all kinds of habits were more or less effective when facing weak people or strong people who were roughly equal to him.

But when his opponent is replaced by a sword sage like Ashina Isshin, everything will become unsightly.

So he also has to learn, practice, correct, and then sublimate himself.

This is him, Han Baiyi, a hard-working genius!

-- The main reason is that the potential points cannot be used in actual combat training.

The blade was slanted, the body was slightly deviated, Han Baiyi's head was tilted to avoid the old man's direct stab, with his right foot as the support, his left foot crossed the ground in a semicircle, his body shifted with inertia, and his waist and abdomen forcefully picked up the blade that just fell in the air, and a slight sound sounded in the air.

The wind sounded, and Han Baiyi's heart rang for a long time, and the right foot that had just been used as a support immediately deviated from the center of gravity, and he kicked Wei Ming with a single kick, and no one took advantage.

The skillful movements are distressing.

Wei Ming flipped the blade to block the long knife, quickly took two steps back, and then rushed forward, after the two knives were exchanged, he followed the gap of the moment when Han Baiyi ravaged his body, kicked towards the other party, and was blocked by Han Baiyi's knee.

After completing the confrontation again, the two invariably took a step back, leaving room for about three steps.

This distance is just enough.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting to have a human encounter." The old man no longer held the knife with one hand so casually, but held it with both hands, the blade was facing Han Baiyi, but he was chatting with him with a smile, "As far as I know, I don't seem to have taught you, right?" ”

"Have you watched me fight? Brat. ”

"Never."

Han Baiyi learned the zombie face of a wolf and replied coldly.

Anyone who has been poked in the ass dozens of times with the tip of a knife will have this stinky face.

"Oh? That's weird. The old man smiled and asked, "Looking at your sword path just now, it is at least six points similar to my reed celebrity, and the movement is quite the essence of the old man, and even the string ichiro who was taught by me is probably similar to you." ”

"But since the war with the Inner House, Genichiro's sword path has become a different one, so you shouldn't learn from him."

"Hah, it doesn't matter."

The old man smiled happily,

"It's been years since I've met such an interesting young man as you."

"Since you have learned the swordsmanship of reeds and celebrities, then you should have heard of this style."

As he spoke, the old man slowly raised his long knife above his head.

Han Baiyi, who was opening the spiritual eye, could clearly see that wisps of turbid white spiritual power like smoke and fog were concentrated from the outside world, and they fell together with the old man's breathing.

In the vision of the spiritual eye, the old man's withered body seemed to be burning with a turbid white flame, the flame seemed to be poured with oil, burning extremely violently, and the turbulence was extremely close to the old man's breathing rate, and the sword held high above the top was entwined with silk white threads.

"Hey, boy."

"Keep your eyes open and see well."

The old man inhaled deeply, his dry chest bulged out, and his aura became more and more intense, as if what he was facing in front of him was not a drooping old man, but a hungry beast in the prime of life.

Han Baiyi stared hard, his body trembled uncontrollably under the pressure of intense coercion, his pupils were highly constricted, the life-protecting breathing method in his body was running rapidly, his hands were tightly gripping the knife, and even the long hair behind him was gently fluttering with the invisible wind, and his spiritual power was violently turbulent, but he couldn't suppress the adrenaline rush in his body no matter what.

Looking at the long knife that the old man held high above his head, Han Baiyi clenched his teeth, this was an unprecedented sense of fear.

For the first time, in the course of the battle, he clearly realized that

This knife goes down,

He could die.

Boom –

The floor exploded violently, and the old man's figure seemed to be a giant ship flying wildly in the air, and his silver hair was violently straightened under the air resistance, connecting in a straight line in his line of sight, and the white dark clothes flew fiercely, clinging to the old man's tall body that seemed to be dry, but was actually burning with turbid white flames.

It was just an instant, and there was no time to even blink an eye, Han Baiyi found that the distance between him and the old man had been smoothed out, even if he opened his spiritual eyes, he could barely capture the afterimage, the long knife held high was on his head, and his arm wanted to move but it was too late.

But even if his eyes couldn't react, his brain recorded everything very faithfully, which made Han Baiyi suddenly feel a huge contrast between thinking and reality.

However, even when he had time to think, his mind went blank.

Even though the transition between movement and stillness was so drastic, the expression on the old man's face was still extremely calm, in stark contrast to the silver hair straightened in mid-air.

Holding a knife in both hands,

Swing down.

The dull sound of the wind swept across the floor with a violently restless sword pressure, and the fragile wooden floor should have been vulnerable in the face of the violent sword qi, but the sword qi was connected into a straight line in the old man's exquisite swordsmanship, sweeping from one end to the other, and the wind pressure directly cut through the fence of the balcony, penetrating a distance of dozens of meters and slashing straight into the air.

A faint white line was left in the air.

Han Baiyi's head seemed to be frozen, and his neck was difficult to control, but he instinctively glanced at the huge crack on his side with his eyes.

At his side, the old man's densely notched blade swung lightly against the outside of his right arm.

It left a sword mark on the ground that was tens of meters long and a finger wide.

Looking at this sword mark, Han Baiyi's heart seemed to be clutched by an invisible big hand, and cold sweat unconsciously fell to the ground along his forehead.

Actually...... Didn't see the familiar ass.

It was only then that the old man spoke leisurely:

"Slash it in one word."