Chapter 214: Kendo Mental Techniques
Yi Xifeng followed Qingzhu to the dense forest of Liangchengang. Looking at the familiar scenery around him, the fair boy's mind kept flashing back to the scenes of fighting here a few days ago.
Visiting Liangchengang again late at night this time, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Thinking back to the first time Yi Xifeng faced an enemy in his life, and even the first time he killed someone, even though Xing Lao Wu and Xing Lao Si were not pure due to their own skills, and their strength level was not outstanding among the Mang Realm warriors. Yes, but it still caused a lot of trouble to the fair boy at that time.
But for Yi Xifeng now, even if Xing Lao Si and Xing Lao Wu join forces at this time, the fair boy is sure to take them down. After all, mastering the martial arts technique of "Jiangjinjiu" is his most unparalleled skill. Once he cooperates with "Jiang Jinjiu" to use "Thousand Miles of Rivers", the boy is 80% sure to defeat them without getting hurt.
"How is it? How is this open space?" Qingzhu looked at the young man who was looking around and asked in a low voice.
"This place is very nice. I'll tell you the truth. I once fought with people here." Yi Xifeng said with a smile.
The middle-aged man nodded and said in a deep voice: "I will demonstrate the Seven Swords of Qingming first. Remember as many as you can. If you have any questions, don't interrupt me yet. I will explain them after I have finished demonstrating them all. You answer."
Seeing the fair boy nodding, the man in a jumpsuit and hood nodded and pulled out a short black stick from his waist.
For ordinary warriors, no matter the sword is hung on the waist, only long weapons such as spears and halberds are carried on the back. But there are not many people like Yi Xifeng who carry their long swords behind their backs.
Of course, the main reason is because the fair boy is young and his body has not yet grown. If he hangs the Hanxing Sword on his waist, his movements will be affected to some extent.
And this kind of trouble is naturally no problem for a young man like Zhao Long who has already opened his mouth. After all, the boy with the double swords has a childish appearance, but is already over 1.7 meters tall, and is already considered an adult. The fair-skinned boy is just nine years old this year, but his height is just under 1.6 meters, so carrying a sword on his back is more suitable for him.
Qingzhu is holding a jet black iron rod, and his body shape is constantly changing. This demonstration of the middle-aged man does not use his inner strength, it is purely a presentation of swordsmanship.
Yi Xifeng was watching with great fascination. He had learned swordsmanship from Li Chengtao since he was a child. Although he was limited by the inner strength technique, which prevented him from fully mastering it, the young man's knowledge of swordsmanship was extremely high.
Feeling the flowing sword intention of Qingzhu, the fair boy felt a sudden enlightenment.
"So you can still use swordsmanship like this?!"
Yi Xifeng previously followed Captain Cheng Tao and practiced the Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind, which focused on taking the straight and not taking any detours. However, Qingzhu's sword skills are all smooth and flowing sword moves.
The difference in the swordsmanship between the two does not stop there. The Thirteen Swordsmen of Zhui Feng hit the target immediately after each move, and their swordsmanship is simple and unpretentious. As for Qing Ming's Seven Swords, the moves are made to build up momentum, and the swordsmanship is free and elegant.
At this time, Qingzhu did not use his inner strength to support him. During the change of sword moves, many skills were displayed vividly. For a while, the fair boy was a little crazy.
"The seven swords of Qingming have many changes, but in the end, they are inseparable from these seven swords! So what I teach you today is not the swordsmanship moves, but the swordsmanship!" The middle-aged man said while continuing to change. Sword moves.
"Swordsmanship?" Yi Xifeng murmured to himself. Looking at the ever-changing sword moves in front of him, he had some difficulty remembering them. It wasn't just the other party's instructions just now, but when the young man saw such exquisite sword moves, he couldn't help himself and wanted to memorize them all.
In this way, Qingzhu kept changing his sword moves. To the young man, many sword techniques looked like an antelope hanging its horns. When there was no trace to be found, he would ingeniously add the right blow.
The middle-aged man has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years, and the sword manuals and sword techniques he has seen are not comparable to those of a fair young man. Even though he had demonstrated nearly a hundred sword moves, the man still never used the same sword move twice.
I don't know how long it took, it could be more than an hour, or it could be two hours. I just know that the night dew and frost at this time are already the coldest.
Qingzhu slowly put away the iron rod in his hand and turned to look at the fair boy beside him.
Yi Xifeng's face was pale at this time, his lips were purple, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was a sign of severe mental exhaustion.
"I have finished demonstrating the Seven Swords of Qingming. Do you remember all these sword moves clearly?" The middle-aged man stared at the young man in front of him and asked softly.
The fair-skinned young man muttered words, and the internal energy around his body was also flowing wildly. It was obvious that the young man's thoughts had been firmly attracted by the previous sword move.
Qingzhu's eyes flashed, and he threw the black iron rod in his hand at the opponent. He shouted softly: "Take the sword! Show me the sword moves!"
The dark short stick rushed straight towards Yi Xifeng with a sound of breaking through the air, but the young man's eyes were still so dull, as if he was immersed in his own world, constantly thinking and groping.
"boom!"
Just when the tip of the stick was less than half an inch away from Yi Xifeng's eyes, the fair boy suddenly stretched out his right hand and firmly grasped the dark stick in his palm.
The frost in the night dew shattered one after another, and sword shadows flashed in the forest. The figure of the young man kept circling up and down in the forest, and his sword moves were exactly the same as those demonstrated by the middle-aged man before. The only slight difference is that the young man's sword moves lack the ethereal sword intention, but have a strong inner energy.
Qingzhu looked at the field calmly and did not say anything to disturb.
Time passed by in a hurry, and another hour passed. The figure of the fair boy slowly became stagnant. It was not that his internal energy was exhausted, but that he really couldn't remember some sword moves clearly.
After all, he only watched it once. Yi Xifeng actually did a good job, but he still wanted to do better.
The middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice: "Have you memorized all the sword moves?!"
The young man gritted his teeth and replied: "Remember!"
It was another cup of tea. At this time, there were obvious flaws in the fair boy's sword moves. It was obvious that he had reached his limit.
Qingzhu asked again: "Have you memorized all the sword moves?!"
"Remember!" Yi Xifeng gasped violently. The stubborn young man tried hard to remember the middle-aged man's sword moves that had no routine or rules at all. But the more he did it, the more unclear he could remember it.
"Ding!"
The black short stick slashed hard on a bluestone in the field. The sword move that was supposed to cut it in half, but the young man could no longer remember how to use the force. The iron rod struck the bluestone hard, but was ruthlessly 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 too hard to remember all the moves at once!
But just when the fair boy was about to give up, his body involuntarily took advantage of the upward momentum of the rebound and leaped high, then spun around and slashed down with a sword!
"boom!"
The bluestone shattered!
Yi Xifeng stared blankly at the short stick in his hand, and then at the green bamboo not far away. A light flashed in the young man's eyes, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
The middle-aged man did not disturb the other party, and looked at the sky gradually getting brighter. The two of them practiced swordplay all night. Of course, the man didn't care to wait a little longer.
