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- Luo Song, who fell outside the arena, was pale and horrified.
"I lost?"
"How can it be?"
"How could I lose to Meng Li!"
Luo Song's eyes were bloodshot, and he said in disbelief.
In Luo Song's mind, Fang Yiyun's disciples, except for Lin Bai, should be able to completely crush him, but he never expected that Meng Li could defeat him in just a few moves !
When Lin Bai saw Meng Li wielding the dagger, he was surprised and said, "Light sword!"
Fang Yiyun chuckled lightly and said, "This is the mother-child swordsmanship!"
"Mother-child swordsmanship?" Lin Bai frowned.
Fang Yiyun said: "That's right, the mother-child swordsmanship is a combination of the overlord swordsmanship and the light swordsmanship, but for a swordsman, it requires extremely high talent to practice the son-mother swordsmanship."
"Especially you must master the means of dual-purpose!"
"Mother-child swordsmanship, once practiced successfully, has both offensive and defensive capabilities, advances and retreats in an orderly manner, and is infinitely powerful. It has both the fierceness of the overbearing swordsmanship and the elegance of the light swordsmanship"
Lin Bai nodded slightly when he heard Fang Yiyun's words, and said lightly in his heart: "This is a fight with the two-handed sword!"
"The two-handed sword, since I was on Miracle Ridge, I rarely use it."
Lin Bai smiled faintly from the bottom of his heart.
Although Lin Bai has not used a two-handed sword for many years, Lin Bai has never forgotten it.
But now, seeing Meng Li performing the mother-child swordsmanship seems to have opened a door for Lin Bai. For this mother-child swordsmanship, Lin Bai feels that it is more suitable for him, because Lin Bai has mastered the magical use of two-handed swords many years ago.
It is not too difficult for Lin Bai to use one mind and two tasks, or even multiple tasks at one time!
"I won."
Meng Li happily stuck the giant sword on the ground, and looked at Luo Song with a smile.
With a face full of humiliation, Luo Song walked to Bei Haiyan's side full of humiliation, bowed his head and said, "Master Bei, I'm sorry, I was careless."
Seeing Luo Song Luobai, Bei Haiyan's expression was also displeased, and he said coldly: "It's not your fault, I never thought that Meng Li would be able to comprehend the way of son-mother swordsmanship within five months!"
Su Ling said: "Pan Feiyang, you go!"
Seeing that Bei Haiyan's Luo Song was defeated, Su Ling immediately turned cold, and said directly to the person behind him.
"Yes, Master Su." Immediately, this martial artist named Pan Feiyang jumped out and landed in the field.
When Pan Feiyang landed, without even saying a word to Meng Li, he rushed over and slapped Meng Li fiercely in front of him.
Meng Li's face was startled, he quickly grasped the giant sword, swung it heavily, and the giant sword seemed to have the power of breaking the sky, and directly slashed at Pan Feiyang.
At the same time, the short sword in Meng Li's hand was also fierce and piercing.
Between the left and right bows, Pan Feiyang, who was attacking, fell into a desperate situation in an instant. He was attacked repeatedly by Meng Li's giant sword and dagger, and he vomited blood again and again, and he retreated steadily!
"Stop it, stop it!"
"I surrender¡¡"
"Pfft"
After a round of onslaught, Pan Feiyang hurriedly shouted to Meng Li.
When Pan Feiyang finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth, his face was pale, and he looked at Meng Li in panic.
Pan Feiyang had a premonition that if he continued to fight, within ten moves, he would be chopped into pieces by Meng Li's sword!
"Concession."
Hearing that Pan Feiyang conceded defeat, Meng Li did not make a move either, and said with cupped fists.
But at this moment, Meng Li was panting, sweating profusely, panting heavily, as if he had consumed too much spiritual and physical energy.
Seeing this scene, Lin Bai said calmly: "Although the mother-child swordsmanship is extremely strong, it consumes a lot for a warrior."
Fang Yiyun nodded lightly and said: "That's right, especially for a warrior's physical and spiritual power!"
"The huge sword in Meng Li's hand weighs about 7,800 jin. It is made of refined Tianxuan heavy iron. It is difficult for ordinary warriors to carry it if they don't have enough physical strength."
"And if he wants to use two swords, the spiritual power in his body needs to be extremely thick, otherwise, he won't last long, and even if the opponent can't defeat him, he will lose without fighting because of the exhaustion of spiritual power in his body and the weakness of his physical body. !"
Fang Yiyun said softly to Lin Bai.
Changsun Yun said with a smile: "Master Fang, is there no perfect martial art in this world?"
Fang Yiyun chuckled and said, "Perfect, how can it be perfect?"??¡±
Lin Baidao: "The so-called cultivation, when we are still young, we feel that our strength is not enough, and we want to get rid of birth, old age, sickness and death, so we can practice hard, get rid of the way of heaven, surpass the six reincarnations, and become eternal life. This is cultivation!"
"If we are born perfect, without any defects, without tall, short, fat, thin, beautiful and ugly, without ladders, without honor and lowliness, without birth, old age, sickness and death, then why do we need to practice?"
"The so-called cultivation is nothing more than using one's own efforts to make up for one's own deficiencies!"
"If you think you are fat, you can lose weight. This is also cultivation."
"You think you can gain weight even if you lose weight. This is also cultivation."
"We are afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death, so as to comprehend the world, seek strength, transcend birth, old age, sickness and death, and become an eternal existence. This is also cultivation."
"Meng Li practiced Zimu swordsmanship. If his spiritual power is insufficient, he should replenish his spiritual power. If his physical body is insufficient, he should train his body hard. If he lacks weapons, he should find the gods of heaven and earth to forge swords. This is the essence of Zimu swordsmanship. Practice!"
"Life is a practice, but the purpose of each person's practice is different."
"Because we are not perfect, we need to practice. If we are all perfect, know astronomy at the top, geography at the bottom, and have no fear of life and death, and no fear of the future, then what else should we practice?"
Lin Bai shook his head and smiled.
Changsun Yun and Shu Xiang were both at a loss when they heard Lin Bai's words, and smiled wryly.
Fang Yiyun chuckled and said, "Did you hear that? That's why I said Lin Bai, I can't teach him, because the world he sees is far beyond yours."
"Even, surpassed me too much."
Fang Yiyun shook his head and said.
Changsun Yun, Shu Xiang, and Wu Ming nodded slightly, and when they looked at Lin Bai, they showed deep respect.
Fang Yiyun said: "Okay, Meng Li has reached his limit after the two battles, let him come down, Changsun Yun, you go and replace Meng Li."
Changsun Yun nodded slightly: "Yes, Master Fang."
Immediately, Changsun Yun stepped onto the arena and replaced Meng Li.
Meng Li carried the huge sword and returned to Fang Yiyun's side. Although he was extremely tired, his face showed unprecedented joy, because this was the first time he had such a hearty battle and he even won the victory .
Changsun Yun played two games in a row, winning big.
Later, under Fang Yiyun's order, Wu Ming went up to replace Changsun Yun. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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