The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 27

It took the two of them more than two hours to initially explain the complete divine illumination technique.

After finishing the teaching, Ding Dian turned his head and glanced outside the main hall, only to see that the sky had turned pale, and dawn was approaching.

There were a few muffled thunderclaps in the distance, the gray clouds gradually lowered, and the fine rain fell like needles like silk.

He walked outside slowly, stood under the outer eaves of the main hall, and sighed softly, as if he was shocked by Zhao Qing's aptitude and understanding when he was learning Shenzhao Kungfu.

Many principles of martial arts, I just comprehended them through various experiences and coincidences, but Zhao Qing understood every bit, which made him wonder whether the other party had learned this aspect earlier.

Even so, the understanding of the content is not the same as the real comprehension and mastery, and there is no way to fake it, so much so that he feels a little envious in his heart.

"Miss Zhao, you said before that you want to compete with me in three months' time?"

Zhao Qing followed Ding Dian, also left the hall, stood on the top of the steps, and responded softly.

"Why wait until three months later? You and I can learn from each other today, and at the same time help you understand and digest the content of the "Shen Zhao Jing."

Ding Dian suddenly kicked his legs together, jumped three or four zhang, and reached the middle of the open space between the front hall and the main hall.

The raindrops as fine as a bead net hit his face and hands, and bounced off drop by drop, and were evaporated into water mist by the hot breath of Shenzhao Gong in mid-air.

A person with extremely high internal energy has internal energy all over the body, reaching the level that "flies and insects cannot fall".

However, water is the softest thing in the world, and it hardly takes any force. Even though Ding Dian's Shenzhao Gong has been running at full strength to evaporate the raindrops falling on his body, his worn-out ocher prison uniform is still gradually getting wet in the rain. Soaked.

Zhao Qing put the bamboo stick sword in the sheath of the two swords, and lightly grasped it in his right hand.

The other sword was thrown backwards by her, and after drawing an arc trajectory, it fell straight to the threshold, and then leaned obliquely against the door frame, using just the right amount of force.

Holding the "bamboo stick" in her hand, she also jumped to the open air outside.

Since it's a sparring session, the sword doesn't need to be unsheathed.A sharp sword always has an advantage over empty hands.

Long hair hung from her temples, fluttering gently in the fresh and moist breeze.The fine raindrops also fell towards her body, but they were bounced away by a layer of force half an inch away from her body.

This is the ability of "dividing tens of thousands of energies into the same body to hide" after the yin energies are fully completed. Countless tiny energies on the body surface are constantly vibrating in the air, forming a thin film that isolates the inside and outside.

On this point, Zhao Qing seems to have surpassed Ding Dian.

Nodding to Zhao Qing, Ding Dian's punches were already in motion, and he took the lead in attacking Zhao Qing.

With a clear whistle, his punches follow his body like a shadow, his left fist is loud like a galloping tiger, his right fist is as silent as a swimming dragon, it is the Wuying God Fist.

Zhao Qing threw out the stick, first drew a semi-circle with the tip of the stick to force back Ding Dian's heavy blow with his left hand, and then met the fist on the left with an extremely swift straight thrust.

Seeing that the stick fists were about to collide with each other, Ding Dian's expression remained unchanged, his right hand turned into a fist, and lightly slapped under the bamboo stick in the air, deflecting the thrust.

Taking a deep breath suddenly, he took advantage of the situation to lean down and approach quickly, with his arms shaking, he had already punched all the way, and in an instant, it seemed that dozens of arms and fists were hitting at the same time.

Zhao Qing looked indifferently, retracted the bamboo stick, and waved a criss-crossing green stick shadow in front of him, blocking Ding Dian's swift attack.

Taking advantage of the opponent's breath, she dodged the rest of the quick punch, her body turned in a graceful arc in mid-air, the bamboo stick repeatedly slashed and pierced, leaving afterimages, swift and fierce, followed by elegance.

Ding Dian took half a step back with his left foot, his body leaned back slightly, his big hands shimmered, and he met the shadow of the stick.

This is the Ding family's grappling hand that he has practiced since he was a child. There are [-] ways in total, each way has as many as [-] or [-] changes, and as few as [-] or [-] changes, it is very complicated and ingenious.Its proficiency is still higher than Wuying Shenquan, which he has practiced hard for nearly ten years.

"Fengwei Hand", "Tiger Claw Hand", "Jade Girl Picking a Needle"... Under the urging of his incomparably thick internal power of divine illumination, he instantly turned decay into magic, hooking, belting, locking, holding, poking, striking , chopping, bending, each move is full of chichi wind, extremely powerful.

In a blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive situation of the two sides has become easier twice.

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The spring rain is pattering, and it seems that it will last for a long time.

In the city of Jingzhou, the streets and alleys are misty and empty, as if covered with countless layers of veils, it is difficult to see clearly.

Unknowingly, Ding Dian changed to a new martial art.After he has achieved great mastery, no matter how difficult the martial arts are in his hands, he can practice them all at once, and then continue to practice, and he will soon reach the state of perfection.

I saw that he kept hitting the air with his palms, met Zhao Qing's bamboo stick with intangible and qualitative external internal force, and slapped Zhao Qing's bamboo stick like the wind like a waterfall, flying sand and flying stones.

If Daoist Xiao came back to life, he would be inexplicably horrified and unbelievable when he saw Ding Dian's fierce and unparalleled palm strength, which was far superior to the red sand palm he was proud of.

Under the heavy palm strength, Zhao Qing felt as if he was practicing sword under a waterfall, and the opponent's internal force rushed down like a huge amount of water power.

Instead of being surprised, she smiled, the more pressure Ding Dian brought, the more she learned and gained.

When wielding the sword, block the enemy's internal force and draw the opponent's internal force to strike himself. This is one of the most important principles of swordsmanship.

The sword technique that Zhao Qing is displaying at this moment is expounding this kind of mystery to his heart's content.Countless air currents were gradually compressed and condensed under the staggered force, as if turning into sticky glue, splashing towards Ding Dian piece by piece.

Moreover, this kind of glue is actually one-way, while hindering the attack of the opponent's palm force, it allows a large amount of sword energy from her to diffuse forward.

With the whistling of the wind, the sword qi and palm force continued to collide and spread, and the force was as far as several feet away.

The space between the two halls is not very large, and the two tacitly controlled the range of moves to prevent the power from spreading to the buildings of the front hall and the main hall.

The position where Zhao Qing held the bamboo stick slowly moved forward a few inches, and the distance of Ding Dian's hand also shortened a lot.

However, under such restraint, the two had to fight in close quarters, and the fight became even more thrilling.

The strong wind swelled in a radius of more than ten feet around the body, blowing the exposed skin of the two of them with faint pain; and in the middle of the fighting circle, the strength of the palm was like a hurricane raging, every move and every move contained the intention of breaking the tendons. The great power of bones.

Dozens of moves passed in a blink of an eye, Ding Dian's feet gradually settled in place, and he stopped moving too much. He only made moves within a radius of a few feet, grabbing with one hand, changing fists and palms with the other, the moves were extremely dense, and his whole body was always consistent. Showing the slightest flaw, it is obvious that he wants to wait for the attack.

(End of this chapter)