Chapter 214 Kendo Mental Method

Yi Xifeng followed Qingzhu to the dense forest of Liangchengang, looking at the familiar scenery around him, the scene of the battle here a few days ago kept flashing in the mind of the white young man.

This time he visited Liangchengang again late at night, which couldn't help but make him a little embarrassed.

Thinking that Yi Xifeng faced the enemy for the first time in his life, or even killed for the first time, even if the fifth and fourth prisoners were not pure in their internal strength due to their own exercises, and their strength level was not outstanding among the martial artists of the Mangzhi Realm, they still brought a lot of trouble to the white and pure boy at that time.

However, for Yi Xifeng now, even if the fourth and fifth criminals join forces at this time, the white pure young man is sure to take down the two of them. After all, mastering the martial arts technique of "entering the wine" is a stunt for him to press the bottom of the box. Once he cooperates with "Jiang Jinjiu" to perform "thousands of miles of rivers", the young man is eighty percent sure that he will defeat them without injury.

"What's going on?

"It's a very good place, and I can't hide it, I've fought people here. Yi Xifeng said with a smile.

The middle-aged man nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I'll demonstrate the Seven Swords of the Green Darkness first, remember as much as I can, if you have any doubts, don't interrupt me first, and I'll give you an answer when I'm done demonstrating." ”

Seeing the white young man nodding, the man in the hood nodded and pulled out a pitch-black short stick from his waist.

For ordinary warriors, no matter the sword is hung from the waist, only the spear and halberd are long weapons that are carried behind their backs. And it is rare to see someone like Yi Xifeng who carries a long sword behind him.

Of course, the main reason is because Bai Jing is a young boy and his body has not yet grown, if he hangs the Cold Star Sword on his waist, it will affect his actions to some extent.

And this kind of trouble is naturally no problem for a young man like Zhao Long who has already opened up. After all, in addition to his immature face, the Shuangdao boy is already more than 1.7 meters tall, and he is already an adult. Bai Jing is just nine years old this year, but his height is just 1.6 meters, so it is more suitable for him to carry a sword.

Qingzhu held a pitch-black iron rod, his body shape was constantly changing, and the middle-aged man did not use internal strength in this demonstration, but simply presented his swordsmanship.

Yi Xifeng on the side was extremely fascinated, he followed Li Chengtao to learn swords since he was a child, although he was limited by the internal strength of the exercises, so that he could not fully grasp it, but for the cognition of swordsmanship, the young man's vision is extremely high.

Feeling the sword intent of Qingzhu's flowing water, the white young man had a feeling of sudden opening.

"It turns out that swordsmanship can still be done like this?!"

Yi Xifeng followed Captain Cheng Tao before and practiced the thirteen swords of chasing the wind, focusing on straightening and not bending. In Qingzhu's swordsmanship, it is all smooth sword moves.

The difference between the two swordsmanship is not only that, chasing the wind thirteen swords, the move is hit, and the swordsmanship is simple and unpretentious. And the Seven Swords of the Green Shadow, the move is to gather momentum, and the swordsmanship is chic and elegant.

At this time, Qingzhu did not exert the blessing of internal strength, and between the conversion of sword moves, many skills were displayed vividly, and for a while, the white young man was a little stupid.

"The Seven Swords of the Qing Ming are changing, but in the end, they are all inseparable from these Seven Swords!So what I teach you today is not the sword technique, but the sword path heart method!" the middle-aged man said as he continued to convert his sword moves.

"Kendo Mental Technique?" Yi Xifeng muttered to himself, looking at the ever-changing sword moves in front of him, he already had some difficulty remembering. It's not just the other party's instructions just now, but when the young man saw such a subtle sword move, he couldn't help himself, and wanted to write down all these sword moves.

In this way, Qingzhu constantly changed his sword moves, and many swordsmanship seemed to the young man to be like the antelope hanging horns, and when there was no trace, it was an ingenious way to make up for the right blow.

The middle-aged man has been immersed in kendo for many years, and the sword scores and sword tricks he has seen are not comparable to those of a white and pure youth. Even though he had demonstrated nearly a hundred sword moves, the man still had not used the same sword technique repeatedly.

I don't know how long it has been, it may be more than an hour, or it may be two hours, but I know that the night dew and frost at this time are the coldest time.

Qingzhu slowly put away the iron rod in his hand and turned his head to look at the white young man beside him.

I saw that Yi Xifeng's face was pale at this time, his lips were purple, and his eyes were full of bloodshots, which was a sign of serious mental attrition.

"I've finished demonstrating the Seven Swords of the Green Shadow, have you memorized all these sword moves?" the middle-aged man stared at the young man in front of him and asked softly.

The white young man had words in his mouth, and the inner strength of his body was also chaotic, obviously the young man's thoughts had been firmly attracted by the previous sword moves.

Qingzhu's eyes flashed, and he threw the black iron rod in his hand at the other party, and shouted softly: "Take the sword!"

The pitch-black short stick with the sound of breaking the air went straight to Yi Xifeng, but the young man's eyes were still so godless, as if he was immersed in his own world, constantly thinking and groping.

"Bang!"

Just at the tip of the short stick, less than half an inch away from Yi Xifeng's eyes, the white young man suddenly stretched out his right hand and firmly held the pitch-black short stick in the palm of his hand.

The night dew and frost shattered one after another, and sword shadows kept flashing in the forest. The figure of the young man continued to hover in the forest, whistling and falling, and between the sword moves, it was the one demonstrated by the middle-aged man before. The only slight difference is that the young man's sword moves lack that wisp of ethereal sword intent, but there is more of a strong internal strength.

Qingzhu looked at the field calmly and did not say anything to disturb.

Time passed in a hurry, and it was another hour, and the white young man's figure slowly stagnated, not because his internal strength was exhausted, but because he really couldn't remember some sword moves.

After all, after only reading it once, Yi Xifeng has actually done a good job, but he still wants to do better.

The middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice: "Have you memorized all the sword moves?!"

The boy gritted his teeth and replied, "Remember!"

It was tea kung fu again, and at this time, there were obvious flaws in the sword moves of the white young man, and it was obvious that he had reached the limit.

Qingzhu opened his mouth again and asked, "Have you memorized all the sword moves?!"

"Remember!" Yi Xifeng gasped violently, and the stubborn young man tried to recall the number of sword moves of the middle-aged man who had no routines and rules at all, but the more this was the case, the more he couldn't remember clearly.

"Ding!"

The black short stick slashed heavily on a piece of bluestone in the middle of the field, and it was supposed to be cut in half with a sword move, but the young man couldn't remember how to exert his strength. The iron rod was slashed the bluestone, but it was relentlessly bounced back.

Yi Xifeng's originally blank eyes finally woke up from his memories, and the young man sighed in his heart: Sure enough, it still doesn't work, it's still too reluctant to remember all the moves once!

However, just when the white pure boy was about to give up, his body involuntarily took advantage of the upward momentum of this rebound, jumped high, and then turned around and slashed down with a sword!

"Bang!"

Bluestone shatters!

Yi Xifeng looked at the short stick in his hand in a daze, and then looked at the green bamboo not far away, the light in the young man's eyes flashed, and his face showed a thoughtful expression.

The middle-aged man didn't bother the other party, seeing that the sky was gradually brightening, and the two had been practicing the sword all night, of course the man didn't care about waiting a little longer.