In the afternoon, the third conjunction begins.

Originally, Yu Chenghui wanted to wait another day, but Huo Yunting politely refused.

Tomorrow is Xiao Nian, and he feels that it is not appropriate to use a knife or a gun. It's better to solve it all at once in the afternoon.

At noon, I had another meal at Huo Yunting's house, but Chen Caiping kept a cold face and didn't give the old man a good look.

Huo Yunting apologized to Yu Chenghui in private, and the old man waved his hand, "It's understandable that your mother doesn't give me a good face, after all, if I can't hold back that kick, you will indeed be cut off." ”

Huo Yunting was stunned for a while, and secretly made up his mind that he would focus more on protecting his crotch in the future.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the small courtyard, the two stood opposite each other.

Yu Chenghui was holding a sword box in his hand.

His sword was brought by a trustee, after all, the two-handed sword was almost lost, and there had never been a two-handed sword under that layer of tarpaulin.

Open the sword case, and there are two long swords inside.

The first handle is 135 cm long, the blade length is 100 cm, the handle is 35 cm long, and the total weight is two catties. It is often used in performances.

The second handle is 140 cm long, the blade is 105 cm long, the handle is 35 cm long, and the total weight is three catties.

It is often used in sparring.

After hesitating a little, Yu Chenghui still touched the three-pound sword in his hand.

"Poof!"

He drew his scabbard and grasped the handle with both hands, and a long sword overflowing with cold light rested in his hand.

"Yunting, choose your guy's business."

Self-created swordsmanship, two-handed mantis sword. You have to be careful with yourself.

Huo Yunting nodded, tore open the oilskin paper, and chose his weapon.

"His father, didn't you say that this old man Yu competed with people back then and crippled people?" Chen Caiping stood on tiptoe, her face a little impatient.

Huo Zhongde's lips were stretched into a line, and after a while, he said sullenly, "That's okay." ”

"Come on, win or lose, that's the end of it. No, I won't be idle in my life in the future. ”

"But-" Chen Caiping stomped her feet and said fiercely, "I want to have a grandson in the future, and I won't let him touch these things at all!" ”

Huo Zhongde's lips squirmed a few times, but he didn't speak.

Looking at Huo Yunting's bent over figure, Yu Chenghui was a little curious.

What will he use?

Still with big guns? Or is it a Liuhe broadsword? Or a hook knife that restrains the sword? If he remembers correctly, he also saw a pair of meridian mandarin ducks at that time?

After a while, Huo Yunting stood up again, and Yu Chenghui was stunned.

Huo Zhongde, who was watching from the gatehouse, was also stunned.

Holding a large gun, carrying a Liuhe knife and a three-foot sword.

There is a rope dart wrapped around his left arm, two daggers tied to each of his two lower legs, and a thing behind his waist is faintly protruding.

Yu Chenghui was stupid, bringing so many things?

"Buzz ......"

After a few flicks of the big pole in his hand, Huo Yunting stepped forward, "Senior Yu, you're welcome." ”

The big rod shook a few times, and suddenly stabbed out like a silver snake, straight to the throat.

Don't underestimate this big gun, it's also a technical job. If ordinary people come forward and only have two results, they will either miss or lose their strength.

The strength of this ash pole is not small.

Dodged this shot with a slight side waist, and stabbed two swords in a row.

Huo Yunting did not hesitate and quickly let go. Let go of the big pole, pull out the Liuhe knife from the back, turn around and slash twice, and slash at the sword body.

It is said that it was slashed three times in a row, but in fact, only the first slash was slashed. The latter knife was pressed down by Yu Chenghui and the sword body was unloaded.

Then he jumped on his knees and withdrew.

The praying mantis has a two-handed sword, a sword with a belt, and a sword with strength.

Putting away the Liuhe sword, he raised the three-foot sword, and the two blades buzzed together.

"Dad, why is this old man crazy with a sword? Can you still cut people down like this? ”

Huo Zhongde's eyes flashed with brilliance, staring at Yu Chenghui and muttering, "The body is like a willow, the steps are like a drunkard, and the sword is like lightning...... A two-handed sword can actually play like this! ”

Huang Yijian Hua forced Yu Chenghui to retreat, and Huo Yunting was horrified. This Qimen Thirteen Swords has evolved many times in their dreams, and now it has completely become a killing kung fu. But he couldn't help him.

Are you still not good at learning?

Yu Chenghui shook a shot, stepped right but turned around and slashed from the left, straight to the wrist.

Huo Yunting directly abandoned the sword sideways, took out the barrier from his waist to hook the blade of the sword, and dragged it upwards - the so-called barrier is an iron long-rod big cigarette pouch, poking the foot of the instrument to turn the door.

At that moment, Yu Chenghui was holding a sword in one hand, and when the two iron tools touched, the blocking face hooked upward, and Yu Chenghui almost didn't hold it.

"Whew-"

The four fingers tugged down hard, and the two-handed sword and the cigarette pot bag cut and made an iron neigh.

As soon as he pulled out his long sword, he saw Huo Yunting's left arm flicked, and his neck was slightly cold. Looking down, the rope dart was wrapped around his neck.

For a while, there was no sound in the small courtyard.

"To the seniors, concede."

Putting away the equipment, Huo Yunting clasped his fists and saluted.

To Huo Yunting's surprise, Yu Chenghui didn't seem to be too disappointed, and put away his long sword with a smile on his face.

He fixed his eyes, and only then did he realize that the long sword was unbladed.

Huo Zhongde's face was stunned, firstly, he was shocked that his son really knew so much kung fu, and secondly, he was shocked that the old sword saint really lost.

came back to his senses and hurriedly urged Chen Caiping to make tea.

Enter the house and sit down, and a cup of tea will be in your stomach. Yu Chenghui spoke slowly.

"Italian-shaped Liuhe knife, Qimen thirteen swords, Hong boxing, Shaolin Tan legs, Tongbei boxing, Kanto rope darts, pear flower spears, ......"

As if reporting the name of the dish, he told all the various moves and sects that Huo Yunting had used in the past two days.

"Yunting, this third combination is your victory."

Huo Yunting didn't speak, he felt that his victory was not glorious.

So many guys greeted together, purely by catching Yu Chenghui off guard.

As if he saw his thoughts, Yu Chenghui smiled, "If you win, you win." ”

The old sword saint was resolute, and he was about to leave after drinking a cup of tea. Before leaving, he bowed slightly to Huo Zhongde and his wife.

Huo Yunting went out to send him and kept sending him out of Huojiazhuang.

"Senior, you walk slowly."

"Yun Ting, what do you think Chuanwu means?" Yu Chenghui suddenly said with the sword box in his hand.

What does it mean? Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Traditional martial arts." ”

"Not really." The old sword saint shook his head, "I think I want you to pass on this martial arts." ”

Huo Yunting was stunned.

Looking around, Yu Chenghui took out a small book from his arms and threw it to Huo Yunting. It reads: Twenty ways to kill with a two-handed sword.

“…… You are the 48th master. Huo Yunting said softly.

Yu Chenghui was stunned for a moment, reacting to what he meant.

Then, in Huo Yunting's shocked gaze, he clasped his fists and bowed, "Master Huo, I'm sorry." ”

After saying such a clueless sentence, he picked up the sword box and strode away.

……

After getting on the train, the old man with squinted eyes and gray hair and beard made a phone call.

"Hey, Yu Hai, I lost. My praying mantis two-handed sword also lost. ”

"You lost?" A stunned voice came from the other end of the phone, "You lost to a hairy boy?" ”

"No, I lost to Ren Qiu Chuanwu."