Comrade Xu's repeated attacks were blocked by Zheng Meng.
It cannot be said that Xu Tongdao's offense is not fierce enough, but the actual situation between him and Zheng Meng is there. In terms of physique, he is somewhat inferior to Zheng Meng. Zheng Meng is about an inch taller than Xu Tongdao. In addition, he
With a majestic physique, Xu Tongdao and Zheng Meng are two different weight classes in terms of physique.
Xu Tongdao was better because of his flexible footwork and quick attacks. What about Zheng Meng? Although he was hit by Xu Tongdao's fists and kicks several times, his majestic body and ability to resist blows were obviously ridiculous. A few punches and kicks could not hurt him.
If you reach him, you can't knock him down.
And every time he counterattacked, Xu Tongdao would either dodge or use force-relieving tricks, not daring to confront him head-on.
What's more, since Zheng Meng worked as a bodyguard for Xu Tongdao, boxing practice has become a daily routine for him. He has long been very skilled in boxing and kicking. Compared with him, Xu Tongdao is like an amateur boxer and a professional boxer.
It’s too difficult for amateurs to beat professionals.
A few minutes later, Comrade Xu stopped his hand and stepped back two meters away, raising his hand to Zheng Meng to signal that it was time to stop.
After several minutes of fierce attacks, Zheng Meng was not defeated. Xu Tongdao knew in his heart that he was no match for Zheng Meng because of his fists and feet.
Although Zheng Meng did not defeat him in the scene just now.
But he knew in his heart that Zheng Meng must have held back and did not dare to really hurt him.
And he, Comrade Xu, didn't hold back just now.
This is the difference.
"Try my sword skills next."
Comrade Xu smiled and said to Zheng Meng.
Zheng Meng nodded and extended his hand to indicate his favor.
Tongdao Xu turned around and walked to the weapon rack, and took down the wooden sword lying horizontally on the top of the weapon rack. This was the sword he had used frequently in the past six months.
With the wooden sword in hand, Tongdao Xu walked slowly towards Zheng Meng.
Zheng Meng glanced at the wooden sword twice, then moved his eyes upwards, staring into Xu Tongdao's eyes.
For martial arts practitioners, the direction of their gaze is generally the direction of attack.
At the edge of the practice room, by the window, Sun Aizi and Wu Mengjie looked curiously at Comrade Xu, who was holding a wooden sword and walking slowly towards Zheng Meng.
In the past six months, every time Xu Tongdao practiced swordsmanship, no one was allowed to watch, so they had never seen Xu Tongdao's swordsmanship. Therefore, they were very curious about the swordsmanship Xu Tongdao had practiced in the past six months.
In this peaceful era, when hot weapons dominate the world, what exactly is the swordsmanship practiced by Xu Tongdao? Is it really powerful?
This time Tongdao Xu stopped about three meters away from Zheng Meng. He was holding a wooden sword and had already taken advantage of Zheng Meng in terms of weapons.
Therefore, he wanted to give Zheng Meng more time to react.
When he walked slowly over with the sword, Tongdao Xu's overall aura seemed very calm, his eyelids were drooped, and the wooden sword was just held casually in his hand.
However, when he stopped, his whole body suddenly stood sideways. Huo Ran turned his head and looked sideways at Zheng Meng. At the same time, the wooden sword in his right hand was suddenly raised, horizontally across his chest, and when the tip of the sword pointed at Zheng Meng, his momentum was in vain.
It changed.
His whole body was extremely tall and straight, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his whole body was like a sword suddenly unsheathed.
"Look at the sword!"
Comrade Xu shouted low, stepped forward quickly with his feet staggered, raised his left hand, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, faced Zheng Meng with his left shoulder, and rushed towards Zheng Meng sideways.
The distance of about three meters disappeared in the blink of an eye as he quickly stepped out with his feet. With a strong wind blowing in his face, Comrade Xu rushed to Zheng Meng, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly stabbed the person in front of him.
Zheng Meng.
Zheng Meng subconsciously dodged to the right, but almost at the same time, the wooden sword in Xu Tongdao's hand was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and he rushed away. His left hand left the hilt of the sword, and his right foot strode forward. His chest, which was originally facing the north,
Because of this big step, his chest immediately changed direction and turned to face the south. With this change in body shape, the wooden sword in his hand that had already reached the end was able to stab forward again.
More than half a meter.
Zheng Meng's expression changed. He didn't expect the sword to be so fast. He dodged for the first time but didn't even close the distance. He immediately jumped back and retreated again.
But Xu Tongdao jumped forward at the same time, chasing after him again with the wooden sword in his hand.
Zheng Meng's feet were not stable on the ground. When he saw this, his pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously tilted his head to the left. Almost at the same time, the tip of the wooden sword pierced the side of his neck. If Zheng Meng hadn't subconsciously tilted his head just now, this sword would have been
It would definitely hit him in the throat.
But I just avoided it this time.
Zheng Meng, who had just turned his head to avoid the sword, had not had time to close the distance again. As Xu Tongdao jumped forward, his waist suddenly twisted, and the right hand holding the sword suddenly pulled back, and the wooden sword that had just been thrust out was suddenly twisted.
, he quickly pulled back diagonally, and the edge of the wooden sword suddenly passed by Zheng Meng's neck.
Naturally, the wooden sword couldn't cut off Zheng Meng's head.
But this sword slashed across Zheng Meng's neck, which already meant that Zheng Meng lost.
Zheng Meng stayed there.
Comrade Xu's forward body followed the inertia and rushed past Zheng Meng. He stopped more than one meter behind Zheng Meng. The wooden sword in his right hand was still pointing diagonally behind him.
At this time, Tongdao Xu's breathing was slightly heavy.
Although the attack just now was short-lived, it exploded very violently and consumed a lot of his energy.
Slowly retracting the wooden sword, Xu Tongdao turned to look at Zheng Meng, who was standing there blankly, with a smile on his face and said: "Brother Meng, what's wrong with you?"
Zheng Meng looked back, sighed, retracted his fists and kicked, and laughed at himself, "Boss, you are so powerful now, it seems you no longer need my protection."
Comrade Xu laughed when he heard this, and casually walked towards the weapon rack. He was still more than one meter away from the weapon rack, so he threw it casually, and the wooden sword landed steadily on the weapon rack.
He continued to walk towards the Eight Immortals table not far away, where there were teapots and tea bowls. He wanted to have a sip of tea and said casually: "Brother Meng, you are overthinking. Sword training is just my business hobby, and I usually go out.
It’s impossible to carry a sword with you. I’m not from some ethnic minority, so I’m not qualified to carry a sword on the streets. And if you don’t have a sword in your hand, we competed just now, and I’m no match for you with my bare hands.”
Although he said so, the power of the Yang family's swordsmanship was a bit beyond Xu Tongdao's expectations, and he was quite pleasantly surprised.
Young people, how many of them are willing to practice a swordsmanship with little practical ability?
If you really want to practice that kind of swordsmanship, just go to any park and you can find an old man who knows the slow Tai Chi swordsmanship.
Tongdao Xu had no interest in that kind of swordsmanship that was more like stretching his muscles and bones.
While picking up the tea bowl and drinking tea, Xu Tongdao suddenly had a new understanding of the word "武".
He suddenly felt that real "martial arts" should be exercised with weapons. There was a huge difference in lethality with weapons in hand and without weapons in hand.
Just like before, he was not as good as Zheng Meng in terms of boxing and kicking skills, but once he had a sword in his hand, he defeated Zheng Meng in the first move of the Yang family's swordsmanship.
If the sword he held in his hand just now was a real sword, Zheng Meng would already be dead.
No wonder people have been prohibited from holding weapons in all dynasties.
It is said that stopping the sword is "martial", but no one said that stopping the fist is martial, or stopping the kick is martial. Therefore, real martial arts should use weapons.