Cao Cao was shocked when he saw that Lu Junyi was unable to defeat him.
In Lao Cao's eyes, although his brother was innocent, he was a rare martial arts wizard.
Wu Song had a pair of halberds, which were not inferior to Dian Wei's bravery. Shi Wengong had a painted halberd in his hand. He was always invincible in battle and never took advantage of Lu Junyi.
Guan Sheng and Lin Chong on Liangshan Mountain, as well as the dragon slayer Sun An, and Du Bo, the pseudo-commander of the Huaixi thieves, were all regarded as unparalleled tiger generals, but none could surpass Lu Junyi.
But now this thin man who looked like a scholar was actually in danger of killing Lu Junyi! If you hadn't seen it in person, it would be difficult for anyone to believe it.
The other generals who were watching the battle were all shocked, and even though they were shocked, they couldn't help but feel itchy - they were all martial-arts warriors. After seeing such a magical and earth-shattering swordsmanship, who wouldn't want to learn a lesson?
Sun An pulled out two heavy swords, strode forward, and signed up his number: "Brother Lu, take a break for a moment. I am Sun An, the 'Dragon Slayer', who is here to learn your brilliant moves!"
The two swords danced apart and hit each other like a tornado. Lu Junyi took the opportunity to step back and wiped his sweat with his hand, looking surprised and uncertain.
Sun An was also a top master, and he had his own opinion: the opponent's sword was mediocre, and he relied purely on speed, using short attacks to attack long, and he was able to hold back Lu Junyi's Zhang Er steel spear. His two swords were faster than the long spear. On top of it, the sword is heavy. Using speed to counteract speed forces him to face the sword. Using weight to overcome lightness, he can cut off the opponent's sword with one move.
He had thought everything in his mind, but his move was completely different from what he had imagined. The opponent's sword, which was as fast as thunder, suddenly slowed down. He pointed east and west, and stabbed the sword's spine with great precision. After removing the huge power contained in Sun An's sword, his sword technique was completely different from when he fought Lu Junyi just now.
Cao Cao was also a master of swordsmanship. After watching it for a while, he became more and more shocked and said: "Strike later, strike first, strike first! What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
The swordsmanship of all dynasties, and even other weapons, are all based on seizing the opportunity. Who has ever seen such a martial arts that changes in response to the enemy?
Sun An fought for dozens of rounds, and the more he fought, the more he felt constrained. The huge strength in his body was surging in his body, but it was still difficult to release. He gradually became irritated. He suddenly shouted, jumped out of the battle group, and split a large stone into four pieces with two heavy swords. Then he let out a long breath and shouted: "That's it, I can't beat you!"
Han Shizhong was surprised and said: "How can you two be no match for a swordsman? Han Wu doesn't believe this evil!" After thinking for a moment, he inserted the long-handled pen knife into the ground, pulled out the single sword from his waist, shouted low, and slashed at the head. .
As soon as he moved, the man in the long gown immediately moved, and with a sharp sword, he made a slight arc and hit Han Shizhong's throat.
Han Shizhong's sword had only cut halfway, and his sword was already reaching his throat. Han Shizhong screamed and jumped back quickly to force him away.
Han Shizhong was also smart. When he thought, I would chop him and stab him, and my sword would move with my bow and my sword on the string. Naturally, I would not be as fast as him, so I would stab him too and see how he does!
The knife itself was capable of stabbing, so he stood up and swung the knife to stab. Unexpectedly, the opponent remained unchanged in response to the ever-changing situation. You stabbed me and I stabbed. The strange thing was that Han Shizhong stabbed straight away, but Mr. Changsha had a small stab when he stabbed him. The arc is small, but it always comes first, forcing Han Shizhong to keep jumping back.
Cao Cao was also dumbfounded: between two points, the straight line is the shortest, Lao Han thrust straight, Mr. Changshan clearly drew his sword with an arc, why was it faster?
As all readers know, Einstein, the great Western scientific master, once said that even light does not travel in a straight line, but in a curved direction. This point is made very clear in the Tai hexagram in the "Book of Changes", which is called "no flatness and no slope". Between two points, although a straight line is the shortest, a straight line in the true sense does not exist, and the fastest is not a straight line, but a curve with a specific radian. There is a name in later academic circles called "the fastest curve", which is This means.
But although we know this profound truth, how did Lao Cao know it? I just felt that this man's swordsmanship was so superb that he was almost psychic. He had actually reached an unimaginable level.
After fighting like this for more than ten rounds, Han Shizhong jumped and sweated profusely. He finally got discouraged and retreated seven steps in a row. He threw the knife angrily and shouted: "No more fighting! No more fighting! Somebody can take a spear and fight with me." Han will go and sign right away."
Lu Junyi, Sun An, and Han Shizhong, purely in terms of martial arts, are the ceiling of this Song army. The three of them are still defeated. Naturally, there is no need to say more about Yan Qing, Zhu Jing, and Geng Gong. But the veteran Liu Yanqing squinted his eyes and thought to himself, this A man's swordsmanship is astonishing and cannot be dealt with by common sense. If I shoot an arrow into the sky, if he is destined, he may not be able to escape his life...
Just looking at the people around me, the other person's chance of following the fate is much smaller than my own, so I have to suppress this idea.
Only Xu Guanzhong thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This gentleman is very capable. Xu needs to ask for advice."
As he spoke, he took off his armor and took off his pocket. He didn't even need the spear that he usually used for fighting in battle. He was dressed in white clothes and white trousers and stepped forward with his bare hands.
When Cao Cao saw it, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he defeated Yubosi like a wild crane, and secretly rejoiced: My brother's martial arts skills are different from those of a general. His method may just be able to restrain this person.
Xu Guanzhong took two quick steps, suddenly jumped, swung his arms like a crane soaring into the sky, and amidst the exclamations of the surrounding generals, he stretched out one foot and stepped towards the door in front of the gentleman in the long gown. The gentleman's expression changed. Changing, cutting the sword horizontally, Xu Guanzhong retracted his feet and did a somersault, with his head down and his feet up, his right hand stretched out, and at some point, an iron rod about two feet long and as thin as a little finger appeared on his hand, poking straight at that Mr. face.
This stick looked familiar to Cao Cao, and he thought for a moment, and immediately remembered that when he first saw it, he had taken out the explanation map, and unexpectedly it could be used as a weapon.
The gentleman shouted low, and the sword light in his hand suddenly surged, pouring out like the tide of a spring river. Xu Guanzhong shouted "good", and the thin iron rod suddenly turned into an infinite black shadow, covering it like a dark cloud and a heavy rain. When they came down, everyone could hear the sound of clanking clanging, and they kept breathing for several times. Then they saw Xu Guanzhong give a kick and somersault back to the ground with the help of force. The distance between the two people remained unchanged, just like before. Never jumped up.
Everyone thought that he had just stayed in the air for a long time, fighting swords with the opponent, and they felt like a dream. Lu Junyi, who knows the goods, even turned his hands purple and kept shouting: "Good skills, it's not in vain that he is called He Chongtian!"
The other soldiers of the Song Dynasty were dumbfounded and only wondered what kind of magic magic Xu Guanzhong had cast. However, they, the masters, knew that Xu Guanzhong relied solely on the technique of lifting his Qi to lighten his body, relying on the strength of the weapons from both sides to strike, to stay in the air without falling. The control of law and power is extremely wonderful.
The gentleman in the robe also looked surprised, rubbed his eyes, and praised: "What a swordsman! What a light kung fu!"
Xu Guanzhong smiled and shook his head, showing off his coolness: "I'm just good at lightness, but my swordsmanship is not as good as yours."
As he spoke, he dusted off his clothes, and a few rags flew away from his shoulders and lower abdomen.
Cao Cao was shocked and rushed forward to help him: "Brother, are you injured?"
Seeing his brother's nervous expression, Xu Guanzhong felt warm in his heart. He shook his head and said, "Brother, don't worry. I have received mercy from this old man's sword. The two of us fought ninety-six swords. Although he stabbed me with three swords, he couldn't hold back his strength. , it’s just that when the sword energy hits you, your clothes will never be intact.”
There are different teachings: first break the spear and then the sword, and the vertical and horizontal swords will flutter. When a master meets a national master, since ancient times, there is no way to win.
(End of chapter)
