Drawing the sword to cut off the water makes the water flow even more. The artistic conception of this move of cutting off the water flow is that it is clean and neat. When the sword is extended, the water flows two points.
It's just that the sword moves lightly, whether it's cutting, picking, circling, or stabbing... There is no cutting in the sword technique.
It's just that the first move of the three tactics in Qingyang Yuyan Jue is so powerful and domineering, and so straightforward. It's not so much a sword technique as a knife technique, so to a certain extent, Cao Ming Using a sword to make a sword is the essence of this move. Although he only realized this one move, Qingyangzi was impressed by it.
It was clearly a clean, powerful and domineering move, but in Chen Ying's hands it was not clean and powerful at all, nor was it powerful and domineering at all. From the moment Lin Ming made the move until now, he has not used all the moves, and the remaining power has not been enough. However, Chen Ying on the other side had already launched and withdrawn his moves several times in succession. He clearly only needed to take one step forward, but Chen Ying had to take a few steps back first, or circle around once or twice, but he didn't want to. He didn't do it easily. When the time came, he changed his moves again, but at the last moment, the move didn't come out. It was completely unclear what he wanted to do.
Lin Ming only felt a headache. Frankly speaking, he had never been in contact with such an opponent. He was so flustered that he had already greeted Chen Ying's eight generations of ancestors in his heart. He only occasionally glanced at Chen Beifeng in the stands and his neck shrank. For the sake of the teacher...
In the end, he still scolded Chen Ying bloody in his heart. He couldn't do it without scolding him, because he was really played around by Chen Ying here.
Chen Ying's moves kept changing, but in the end they just didn't work. The sword in Lin Ming's hand couldn't be raised high, nor could it be put down, nor could it be passed forward, nor could it be retracted. It was really embarrassing. The second I felt so frustrated for once.
The so-called cutting off the water will make it flow again. Just cut the water into two halves with one knife. Chen Ying's sword often splashed water on it, but Lin Ming couldn't stop it. Even if it was just a splash, he would still be injured if he was splashed. , who knows which of his blows will fall suddenly?
So even though it was just one move, and even the move wasn't fully revealed, Lin Ming was already in an extremely passive situation as soon as he came face to face with him. He was already suppressed and almost out of breath before he even thought about anything.
Lin Ming sheathed his sword, speechless, thinking how could he fight?
Chen Ying changed his moves too quickly. Every time Lin Ming saw his move, he only moved his wrist slightly, subconsciously trying to block it, but before this idea was completely solidified, Chen Ying was already changing his moves again. , he was always startled at this time, and subconsciously had to deal with it, but in fact, before he could fully react, Chen Ying had already used another trick.
Repeating this over and over again, Lin Ming never made a complete move. His right hand only swayed slightly, but his whole body didn't even move. He seemed to be frozen in place, with mixed feelings in his heart. Every move was different. But every move cuts off the flow of water.
As time passed, the fellow disciples who were watching the battle also noticed something unusual. They all looked at each other, thinking about their sudden and unreasonable guesses. Then they felt that it was a bit shocking. They shook their heads and subconsciously rejected it. They just looked at Chen Ying surrounding him. Following Lin Ming's movement, which was like a thundering dragon, the scene gradually became quieter.
There is no way to fight.
Lin Ming thought that he might as well just admit defeat, but he could notice that Zhong Ding's eyes were always on him. It was impossible for a disciple of the sect to admit defeat. Lin Ming held the sword. His hands suddenly tightened.
"ah!!"
Roaring angrily, Lin Ming rushed over regardless of the cost. He knew that he was no match for Chen Ying, but before he truly lost, he should fight both emotionally and rationally.
In front of him, Lin Ming swung out sword energy one after another. Since he wanted to fight with all his strength, the move of cutting off the water flow was of course more suitable.
But he missed it.
Chen Ying did not confront him head-on, but easily dodged him and went around behind him.
Lin Ming was in a panic. He was surrounded by someone behind him. How could he still respond?
He turned around suddenly, subconsciously trying to cut off the water flow again, but was stunned for a moment when he turned around, followed by a moment of confusion.
He lost.
Really lost.
He didn't see Chen Ying when he turned around, but the moment he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and then he stopped because there was no need to move anymore.
He originally thought that Chen Ying would come around behind him, but in fact he was behind him. He didn't understand what method Chen Ying used, but when the tip of the sword penetrated his body, his defeat was determined.
Chen Ying put away his sword and saw that Lin Ming's snow-white clothes were stained red with blood, but it was only a small piece of his back. He didn't stab the sword too deeply. Although he saw blood, he treated them like this. For an immortal cultivator, such an injury is really not worth mentioning.
After all, the Qingyang Competition is just a competition, and life and death situations are rare. In addition, there are so many teachers to look after them, so the possibility of an accident is unlikely. Of course, the premise is that all the participating disciples know that it is the end of the order. Otherwise, no matter how many third-generation disciples there are, they will not be able to take care of him deliberately.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Zhong Ding's face, but He Jietong below was relieved. He had been worried just now, but he was relieved when he saw that Lin Ming was fine, and then announced the result.
Although he usually seemed carefree, Lin Ming was a little entangled at this time and asked: "Senior Brother Chen, I just saw you walking around behind me, but when I turned around, I couldn't see you. , but you are still behind me, how did you do that?"
A trace of exhaustion flashed across Chen Ying's face, and he said: "I just gave you the illusion that I was going to go around behind you, and you made a judgment under this illusion, but at that time, I didn't actually go around. Behind your back, you exposed your behind to me."
Under Chen Ying's successive changes of moves, he always felt that he would do this or that. When this illusion led to the actual response, that was when Lin Ming lost.
Only then did Lin Ming understand. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for informing me."
Chen Ying waved his hand and said: "It's just a discussion. The important thing is that we can all improve."
Lin Ming nodded, not knowing what he was thinking of, and asked with some uncertainty: "Can junior brother be of any help to senior brother?"
Chen Ying was obviously stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and said, "I'm not very familiar with this method of combat. You've been a great help to me."
Does this mean that I can only feed you with tricks?
Lin Ming smiled. All the pride in the past was put down at this time. Deep down in his heart, he was even faintly happy and left the stage.
Standing with He Jietong, Lin Ming suddenly felt a little stressed. He told himself over and over again not to look around, but the more he reminded himself, the more he couldn't help it. Finally, he raised his head and just met Zhong Ding's eyes. Feeling numb, not knowing what to do next, I could only bite the bullet and look away, lowering my head.
However, Zhong Ding obviously had no intention of settling accounts with him. He just glanced at him coldly and then ignored him. This made him relieved, and he only hoped that the master would never pay attention to him.
On the court, although Chen Ying looked tired, he still did not leave the court. He looked around as if looking for his opponent, scanning the faces of the elite disciples. Soon, he faced Gu. Chen's sight.
Gu Chen also clearly felt Chen Ying's fighting spirit at this moment. This fighting spirit once again attracted everyone's attention. Many people couldn't help but mutter, why does everyone want to challenge Gu Chen?
At the same time, they also paid more attention, wondering if Gu Chen would accept the challenge this time?
To their disappointment, Gu Chen remained indifferent.
In fact, Gu Chen was a little hesitant. He also wanted to fight Chen Ying. The two had already formed a feud as early as when they were enlightened. Although Gu Chen didn't care, but for some unknown reason, Gu Chen Chen felt that he should take action.
However, Chen Ying's face was obviously full of fatigue. Two consecutive battles had taken a lot of energy out of him. If he accepted the challenge at this time, would he be suspected of taking advantage of others?
But at the same time, Gu Chen also felt that the more tired Chen Ying looked on his face, the stronger he became at that time. If this idea was true, then he should take action when Chen Ying was tired.
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