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Chapter 26 Victory

Wu Bing threw one of the eyebrow-level sticks to Ding Xiu, and said with a relaxed smile, "I'm not as good as you when you're young and young. To take advantage of you, let's compare weapons."

Fist is afraid of being young, he is indeed no match for Ding Xiu compared to fist and kick, it is boring to fight.

Comparing is better than what you are good at.

Eighty percent of his kung fu is on the stick, and this stick is the only thing he can handle.

"Yes." Ding Xiu took the stick with one hand, turned it around twice after getting it, and tested the weight.

This stick was obviously custom-made according to Wu Bing's height. Wu Bing was not tall, at [-] meters by visual inspection, the length of the stick was about [-] meters.

Ding Xiu is [-] meters tall, so holding a [-] meter stick is a bit short.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't really act as a stick.

The distance between the two sides was five or six meters. Ding Xiu held the stick with both hands, one at the end and the other twenty centimeters away from the end.

Without the referee shouting to start, Ding Xiu took the lead in attacking. After taking a step, he held the stick over his head and slammed at Wu Bing. The speed was so violent that it was like a violent storm. Wu Bing's hands were numb after a few sticks.

Wu Jing was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a stick player.

From the posture of holding the stick to the method of releasing the stick, none of the movements is standard, and it is properly zero points on the competition stage.

Wu Bing is like a small boat on the rough sea, standing still despite the wind and rain, and has been blocking.

After a few moves, he seized the opportunity and stabbed out with the stick, aiming at Ding Xiu's waist.

"call out!"

The snake-like eyebrow stick cut through the air, as fast as lightning, and touched the corner of Ding Xiuyi in an instant.

"Okay!" Wu Jing shouted.

Jiang is still old and hot. Don't look at the beatings in front of you. As long as you get a chance, you can turn things around in the blink of an eye. This is the charm of cold weapons.

If nothing else... an accident happened.

Ding Xiu took a deep breath, retracted his stomach a few centimeters, and skillfully avoided the stick.

Wu Bing still wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but Ding Xiu frivolously pushed the end of his stick away, and started chasing and beating again.

With the fall of each stick, it opens and closes. It is as heavy as a thousand weights, but at the same time it has the flexibility of a stick, or stabs, or lifts.

It was at this moment that Wu Bing suddenly understood why Ding Xiu used the stick like that.

Ding Xiu used the sword technique.

The way of holding a stick is actually the way of holding a knife.

If he usually held the knife like this, it seemed that this knife was a bit unusual, at least it was very long.

Qi Family Knife!

Wu Bing remembered Ding Xiubao's name.

According to historical records, during the Ming Dynasty, Qi Jiguang specially designed a sword in order to deal with Japanese pirates and ronin. The role of the gun.

It looks very similar to the Miao Dao, but it is much heavier than the Miao Dao. When it is cut down, the belly will be disembowelled instantly. It is said that it can cut a horse.

Wu Bing's thinking was only completed in a split second. After confirming that Ding Xiu was using saber techniques, he no longer focused on defense. He swept across with a long stick and began to be tough.

At the scene, the crackling sound was made by the collision of long sticks, which was deafening, and the shadows of the sticks followed one after another, which made Wu Jing unable to take his eyes off it.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Wu Bing's stick was lifted and fell to the ground from the air. Looking closely, the front half was cracked, and the top part looked like chewed sugarcane.

Wu Bing sweated slightly on his forehead, gasped for breath, clasped his fists with trembling hands and said, "I lost."

Ding Xiu cupped his hands: "Accept."

"If you're twenty years younger, it's not certain who will win."

The old man's stick skills are flexible, and the truth and reality are unpredictable. He has three flavors of stick skills. Like Yu Chenghui, he was able to establish a school in the past.

That is to say, when you are old, your fighting power will not last long. If the two are the same age, you may be able to fight with yourself on six or four, Wu Bing four, and him six.

Whether it's Yu Chenghui or Wu Bing, they all have a shortcoming, that is, they have not gone through a life-and-death battle, their shots are not cruel enough, and their moves are not murderous.

Are the two weak? They are not weak at all. At least in their field, there are few opponents. One is as fast as lightning in swordsmanship and the other is superb in stick skills.

But kung fu is a killing skill, if you can't kill people or don't have the intention to kill, you can only exert [-]% of your power if you succeed.

Wu Bing smiled and shook his head: "Twenty years ago, I didn't have the skill I have now. If I lose, I lose. There's nothing to say. It's enough to see a master like you before I die."

Ding Xiu said: "Old Yu also said the same."

"Yu Chenghui?" Wu Bing asked.

"Ah."

"Have you played against each other? Whoever wins, needless to say, you must win."

"It was a fluke to win a move."

"How many tricks did you use?"

"one move."

"Hahaha." Wu Bing laughed loudly: "After seeing him, I will be ashamed to boast that his two-handed sword is unparalleled in the world."

He was a little depressed after losing to Ding Xiu in a few rounds, but when he heard that Yu Chenghui lost with one move, his mood immediately improved a lot.

Ding Xiu said: "You know each other?"

"We've known each other for decades, and we played many competitions when we were young. He didn't even come to the martial arts team when he was invited a few years ago. The old man is very stubborn."

"It's quite stubborn."

Stubborn is stubborn, old man Yu is still very strong, don't think Ding Xiu took him down with one move, but it was by surprise, closing his eyes at that time was to confuse Yu Chenghui and make him careless.

In addition, the Japanese sword technique is a big move, and after Yu Chenghui's sword was broken, he lost his fighting spirit and stopped fighting.

If you do it again, it is impossible to win with one move.

"Are you busy? If not, go home and have a cup of tea." Wu Bing invited Ding Xiu to go upstairs.

"it is good."

Ding Xiuxiu was about to lift the fruit basket on the ground, but Wu Bing stopped him, turned his head and said to Wu in surprise, "Clean it up."

Wu Jing wanted to cry but had no tears. Before Ding Xiu put an elbow on his knee, his legs were still numb, and now he had to work.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that after the fight, the master looked at Ding Xiu more and more differently, and those who didn't know thought Ding Xiu was his apprentice.

……

"Where are you going, I'll drive you." Wu Jing said to Ding Xiu at the gate of the community.

Ever since Ding Xiu went upstairs, Lao Wu's chatterbox was open, and while drinking wine, he told a lot of stories about Jianghu and Wulin, about Gong Baotian, about Xue Dian, about Li Cunyi, and about Guo Yunshen.

Wu Jing had heard these stories from Old Wu before, and at that time the old man sighed endlessly.

Because of the decline of martial arts, there is no successor.

The former kung fu has become a performance, which can only be used to entertain the audience, which is a kind of sadness.

But today, Old Wu talked very vigorously, and when he was deeply in love, he even patted Ding Xiu on the shoulder and said that the inheritance of martial arts in the future depends on him, so he must not stop the journey of martial arts, and he must persevere no matter how difficult it is.

With the help of Jiu Jin, he also said that he would recruit Ding Xiu to the national team and let him carry forward Chinese martial arts. Ding Xiu was so scared that he ran away and couldn't sit still anymore.

What he is most afraid of is bondage. Once a person has shackles, he will not be free, and it is not in his character to go to the martial arts team. He doesn't want to go to perform Qijiadao for others every day.

(End of this chapter)