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After looking at Yang Youde and staring at Yang Qingyu's figure, Wang Cheng remembered the Huang Ting Mantra written by Zhang Sanfeng, which was recorded in it, which really belonged to the Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng.

He has read a lot of Taoist scriptures recently and has realized the state of mind of Taoism. He has also gained a certain foundation for Taoist cultivation in his heart. After reading the Huangting Mantra twice again, he has also gained more understanding.

However, the Tai Chi, which focuses on defense, and another pure health-preserving boxing technique are too profound. With the foundation of Yang style Tai Chi and the foundation of Taoist martial arts in Wu Shengshan, Wang Cheng can actually understand Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi, and he may be able to truly practice in a while.

But he was really confused about another health boxing technique.

Huhuhuhuhu...

While Wang Cheng was thinking, the two people in the field had already started to fight.

This time, Dong Xingyue chose to take the initiative because Yang Qingyu had been standing still, so she could only attack first, slashing out with a sheathed sword, still whistling through the air.

Yang Qingyu knew that Dong Xingyue's skill in leveraging force was also very clever, so she planned not to give the other party a chance to accumulate strength. When she faced ▼, ww⊕w. She did not dodge at all, held her hands round and slapped directly on Dong Xingyue's sheathed blade.

I have to say that the sheathed and the sheathless knife are definitely different.

If Dong Xingyue drew her sword, Yang Qingyu would never dare to touch the blade with her hands easily.

Therefore, for a swordsman, if he is restricted from drawing his sword, he will almost limit most of his strength. In fact, this is also unfair to Dongxingyue now.

Dong Xingyue was very confident, so she accepted this unfair rule, and even she had defeated Liu Shicheng. If she could continue to defeat Yang Qingyu now, she would have 80% confidence in defeating Wang Cheng in the end. Because, when fighting with Wang Cheng, she could draw her sword.

Bang.

Yang Qingyu slapped his palms on Dongxingyue's scabbard, and then his eyes were solidified. His hands kept drawing circles, like a whirlpool of water, constantly entangling the center of the circle in the middle. It was exactly the silk-wrapped force of Tai Chi. Once wrapped around, it would be endless!

Dong Xingyue paused and felt a sticky force and attraction coming from her knife, so she hurriedly stepped back, exerting force with both hands to pull out the Tang sword and then take action. But Yang Qingyu would not make her so satisfied. When she retreated, Yang Qingyu immediately stepped on her heels. The two of them had almost the same steps in an instant, and Yang Qingyu's hands were always on her scabbard, sticking like a candy, making her unable to move forward and backward.

call!

Dong Xingyue took a deep breath, her face was solemn, and she suddenly paused her feet and exerted force again.

A trace of light flashed in Yang Qingyu's eyes. At this moment, he suddenly let go of Dongxingyue's scabbard, and his feet accelerated again, rushed towards Dongxingyue, and his palms turned into cloud hands, slapped Dongxingyue's chest with a cry.

Dong Xingyue hurriedly retreated again, and the Tang sword was crossed in her chest.

Bang.

Yang Qingyu slapped Tang Dao's scabbard with both hands, then hit Dong Xingyue's chest, knocking Dong Xingyue backed down two steps, pausing for a moment, his face turned slightly red.

snort.

Yang Qingyu snorted coldly, his eyes flashed coldly, and he was deeply influenced by the Samadhi of Chinese Fist. He was unforgivable. After she defeated Dongxingyue with one move, she followed her feet again, and her movements were faster and faster and more violent. When her body turned and then accumulated strength again, she took action. It was the most powerful hammer in Tai Chi, with its strength condensed, and her fists whistled out.

Dong Xingyue was also a little panicked at this time. After all, she was a young man, and the premise was to give up drawing the sword. At this time, she hurriedly continued to retreat, holding the Tang sword in one hand and moving down to resist Yang Qingyu's hammer transfer, and clenching his fist in the other hand, trying to force Yang Qingyu to retreat.

When Wang Cheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that Dong Xingyue had little experience in fighting against Chinese warriors and did not understand the thoughts of Chinese martial arts masters. At the same time, he was also shocked by Yang Qingyu's progress. He hadn't seen it for more than a month. His strength was so rapid that he could be said to be a monster.

It seems that Yang Qingyu really let go of everything and completely dropped out of school and went home to practice martial arts.

Modern Chinese martial arts mainly focus on killing enemies in war, so the fighting style of using injuries to exchange for injuries is definitely something that most Chinese martial arts masters like to do. They will never retreat, just attack, attack, and then attack. As long as the enemy can die before you, they can live, it doesn’t matter if they are injured!

Yang Qingyu was like this at this time. He ignored Dong Xingyue's fist attacking his face, but instead condensed his feet, twisted his waist suddenly, exerted force again, and moved the hammer and hit Dong Xingyue's waist.

boom!

Dong Xingyue's fist was destined to be unable to hit Yang Qingyu. With a muffled sound, Yang Qingyu's steps were staggering back five or six steps, and he used the Tang sword in his hand to stabilize his body. His face turned red, and he covered his stinging waist with one hand, breathing breathlessly. Looking at Yang Qingyu who was not giving her a chance at all, she knew that she would definitely not be her opponent if she didn't draw the sword, so she hurriedly shouted: "You won."

Yang Qingyu's figure stopped in front of Dong Xingyue, and he had already swung out a whip hand. His arm suddenly stopped in the air, making a crackling sound like a long whip hitting the air.

"Give up!"

Yang Qingyu clasped his fists to Dong Xingyue slightly, then turned around expressionlessly and stood next to Yang Youde.

Yang Youde smiled with satisfaction. Yang Wuji's little beast who forgot his ancestors ran away, but Yang Qingyu did not disappoint him.

At the end of the second game, Yang Qing won.

Dongxingyue stood in place without moving expressionlessly. After adjusting her unique breathing method for a while, her expression returned to normal before she spoke to Wang Cheng: "It's OK."

In a moment.

Dong Xingyue became extremely fierce again, holding the hilt of the knife around her waist with one hand and staring at Wang Cheng with her eyes tightly.

Wang Cheng nodded to his master, Taoist Changhe, then slowly stepped forward and stood in front of Dong Xingyue two steps. He clasped his fists and said, "Please give me advice."

Dong Xingyue said coldly: "I couldn't draw my sword just now. The strength I played was not enough to eleven. Now I'm going to draw my sword. If you die, don't blame me."

The Liu family and the Yang family all showed a look of worry about Wang Cheng. Dong Xingyue's strength has exceeded their expectations. She can defeat Liu Shicheng without drawing a sword and fight against Yang Qingyu a few moves. If she draws the sword, it can be said that Yang Qingyu is definitely not his opponent, and Liu Shicheng may only have one move in his hands.

For masters who practice weapons, there are definitely two people who have weapons in their hands. The gap in strength cannot be calculated.

Liu Wuzhong and Yang Youde looked at Taoist Changhe and found that the old Taoist looked peaceful and calm. Only the disciple Zhang Shaoyun, who was taken by Wang Chengxin, looked a little worried, and the two old men felt a little relieved. After all, they didn't understand Wang Cheng's strength and knew that this might be an opportunity. Since the master was not worried, they didn't need to worry.

The martial arts competition is coming soon, and Wang Cheng will be the biggest competitors of the two families. It’s just that Liu Wuzhong is just thinking about it. The Liu family does not have Liu Chaoying. It can already give up.

Yang Qingyu would not give up and stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes shining. He did not let go of Wang Cheng's every move.

Wang Cheng looked at Dong Xingyue up and down. This was his first time fighting with a weapon master. He was absolutely uneasy and nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry, if I really die under your knife, my skills will be inferior to others."

Dong Xingyue stopped talking, bent down slightly and said, "Please."

Wang Cheng had no emotion in his eyes, but it was not as cold and quiet as Dongxingyue Ice Lake, but as quiet and pleasant as autumn water. Looking at Dongxingyue, he stepped on a step under his feet, his hands hanging on both sides in an ordinary manner, obviously he had no intention of trying to take action first.

Then, Dong Xingyue was not polite, shouted softly, put one hand on the hilt of the knife, took a sudden step, and rushed towards Wang Cheng, with a quick pace.

bass!

Really draw the sword.

soon.

Everyone else saw a white light flashing by.

But Wang Cheng did not retreat, his steps were still steady, his feet seemed to be rooted in the earth, and the Tai Chi of Huang Ting's Truth Word flowed in his heart. His hands suddenly passed through a strange semicircle, and his body turned slightly.

Bang!

Dong Xingyue rushed past Wang Cheng's side. At this moment, the blade was pinched by Wang Cheng's hands for a moment, and then threw it out to the back. So Dong Xingyue also rushed out three steps to stabilize her body, and then turned around suddenly and slashed at Wang Cheng with a knife again. The wrist flipped, the blade's angle was even more weird and the speed was faster, and it once again showed its superb leverage skills.

Wang Cheng's expression was still calm, his heart was as calm as water, and Taoist pure yang state of mind occupied his heart. Taoist classics flashed by, and Huang Ting's Luyan's many unknown points suddenly seemed to understand.

Therefore, Wang Cheng still did not retreat, his feet were stomping on the ground, and his hands also followed, dripping through circles, like Tai Chi Bagua.

The blade roared.

Wang Cheng's hands crossed the semicircle and arrived here. His palms naturally clamped the blade in the middle again. Under the huge force, Dongxingyue could not pull it off for a while.

The scene became quiet, and Yang Qingyu and others frowned, a little confused. It seemed as if Wang Cheng's hands were in the air, and Dong Xingyue's blade took the initiative to send it to Wang Cheng to catch it.

Dongxingyue's cold face turned red, her breathing became more rapid, and her chest was fluctuating violently. After only two moves, she had consumed a lot of physical energy.

More importantly, at this time, her blade was once again trapped in Wang Cheng's hands, which made her unable to pull it out for a while. She stared at Wang Cheng's eyes as if it was water-like. She exerted force again, twisted her waist, and her hands suddenly exerted force, but still did not pull it out.

A smile appeared on Wang Cheng's mouth, and then he suddenly let go.

Dong Xingyue pulled out the blade with a whimper, but because she used too much force, she took two steps back to stand firm. She was a little embarrassed, her hair tied with a ponytail floated on her face, and her breathing became more rapid. Her eyes were flickering with anger, and she no longer had the coldness of an ice lake.

Yang Qingyu's expression looked a little ugly, and she whispered to her grandfather Yang Youde: "Grandpa, is this Tai Chi?"

Yang Youde also had a bad expression because Wang Cheng's boxing technique was indeed Tai Chi. Although it was completely different from the Yang family's Yang family's Yang family's Tai Chi and different from the Chen's Tai Chi in his memory, it was indeed Tai Chi, and the Tai Chi Bagua displayed casually is proof.

The Yang family's grandson didn't say anything. They continued to look at the field. They were in a serious mood. Wang Cheng's Tai Chi was so powerful, so what about Wu Shengshan's boxing?

At this time, everyone present knew that the winner was actually clear, and the difference in strength between the two was quite large.

At this moment, Dong Xingyue's mood had been destroyed and she shouted: "Ah..." Her body rotated and rushed towards Wang Cheng, and the blade drew a white aperture. In between two steps, she turned five or six times, very quickly, and finally she suddenly slashed at Wang Cheng's chest.

The sword was so powerful that it rolled up the airflow and was so fast that it could only be seen that a cold white light was sprinkled on Wang Cheng.

The name of swordsmanship is the famous Full Moon sword technique in the Iga school. Dongxingyue only started practicing three years ago. At this time, the heat was not enough. If it were not forcing her, she would not be willing to use it easily. She had not fully mastered the key points of breathing and pace coordination.

A trace of turmoil finally appeared in Wang Cheng's eyes. He still kept understanding Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi in his heart. Facing Dong Xingyue's sword, he still did not retreat, but instead rushed forward.

Many masters around were shocked, and even the Taoist priest Changhe who had always looked peaceful, a hint of surprise flashed across.

Wang Cheng rushed up, his hands crossed the semicircle, and once again strangely clamped Dongxingyue's blade into his hands. Dongxingyue's momentum also stopped abruptly, sweat appeared on his face, his eyes flashed with incredible ideas, and he murmured: "Impossible, how did you do it? This is impossible."

From beginning to end, she used three swords, but Wang Cheng grabbed every sword of her in his hand.

With such a method, among the people present, even if Yang Youde and Liu Wuzhong in their heyday came to take action, they would not dare to say that they could do it. They naturally could easily defeat Dong Xingyue, but if they wanted to catch Dong Xingyue's blade every time, they would never be able to do it.

Taoist Changhe can definitely do it, but the old Taoist priest relies on the overbearing Earth Demon Fist and Tiangang Fist. He directly grabbed it hard, which was a crush of absolute strength and realm. His technical content was actually not as good as Wang Cheng's current techniques.

In just a few breaths.

The winner has been decided.

Wang Cheng looked serious and exerted force with both hands. A huge force burst out. He grabbed the blade from Dong Xingyue's hand. He flipped his wrist and grabbed the handle of the knife, and casually inserted the blade into the soil beside him. He said lightly: "Nothing is impossible, this knife belongs to me."

Dong Xingyue's face instantly turned from red to white, and her palms holding the knife trembled. One was because of her excitement, and the other was because of her huge force. She stared at Wang Cheng with a deep voice: "I will definitely remember the humiliation today. If I don't kill you in the future, I will die under this knife!"

After saying that, Dong Xingyue bent down at the Taoist priest Changhe and said, "Goodbye, I'm sorry."

Then, the Japanese samurai turned around and left, coming fiercely and leaving simply.

The other two men from the Dongxing family hesitated for a moment. They originally wanted to take action, but when they saw the blade stuck on the ground beside Wang Cheng, they still let go and knew that it would be in vain to take action. They immediately followed Dongxingyue toward the outside, with murderous intent overflowing.

Wang Cheng suddenly shouted to Dong Xingyue who walked to the door: "Dong Xingyue, you are too cunning, don't even mention the age limit. Are you afraid of death? I don't have time to accept your challenge all the time."

Dong Xingyue's body shook and stopped at the door. Her face changed and she gritted her teeth and shouted: "Wang Cheng, don't be arrogant. Five years later, there is only one person between you and me who can survive."
To be continued...