Tongdao Xu attacked several times and was 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 a little inferior to Zheng Meng. Zheng Meng is about an inch taller than Xu Tongdao. In addition, he is a majestic physique. Compared with Zheng Meng, Xu Tongdao belongs to two players of different magnitude in terms of physique.

Xu Tongdaosheng has a flexible footwork and quick move. What about Zheng Meng? Although he was hit by Xu Tongdao's fists and feet several times, his majestic body and ability to fight against attacks were obviously outrageously strong. A few punches and kicks could not hurt him, let alone knock him down.

Every time he counterattacked, Xu Tongdao either dodges or used his trick of removing force, and did not dare to confront him head-on.

What's more, since Zheng Meng was a bodyguard for Xu Tongdao, practicing boxing has become his routine. He has been practicing boxing very skillfully. Compared with him, Xu Tongdao is like amateur boxers and professional boxers.

It is too difficult for amateurs to win a career.

A few minutes later, Xu Tongdao stopped and retreated two meters away, raised his hand to Zheng Meng to signal to this point.

After a few minutes of fierce attack, Xu Tongdao knew that he was not Zheng Meng's opponent in his fists and feet.

Although Zheng Meng did not defeat him in the scene just now.

But he knew that Zheng Meng must have held back and did not dare to really hurt him.

And he, Xu Tongdao, did not hold back just now.

This is the gap.

"Next to try my sword technique."

Xu Tongdao smiled and said to Zheng Meng.

Zheng Meng nodded and reached out to signal for advice.

Xu Tongdao turned around and walked to the weapon stand, and took off the wooden sword placed horizontally above the weapon stand. This was the sword he had commonly used in the past six months.

With the wooden sword in hand, Xu Tongdao walked slowly towards Zheng Meng.

Zheng Meng looked at the wooden sword twice, then his eyes moved upwards, staring at Xu Tongdao's eyes.

People who practice martial arts usually have the direction of attack.

At the edge of the practice room, near the window, Sun Xiazi and Wu Mengjie looked at Xu Tongdao holding wooden swords curiously and walked slowly towards Zheng Meng.

In the past six months, every time Xu Tongdao practiced swords, no one was allowed to watch, so they had never seen Xu Tongdao's swordsmanship. Therefore, they were very curious about the swordsmanship that Xu Tongdao practiced in the past six months.

In this peaceful era, when hot weapons dominate the world, what is the sword technique that Xu Tongdao practiced? Is it really powerful?

This time, Xu Tongdao stopped about three meters away from Zheng Meng. He held a wooden sword in his hand and had already taken advantage of Zheng Meng in his weapon.

So, he wanted to give Zheng Meng more reaction time.

When he walked slowly with the sword, Xu Tongdao's overall momentum seemed very peaceful, his eyelids drooped, and the wooden sword was just randomly grasped in his hand.

However, when he stopped, his whole body suddenly stood sideways. While turning his head and looking at Zheng Meng sideways, the wooden sword in his right hand suddenly raised and crossed his chest. When the tip of the sword pointed at Zheng Meng, his momentum changed in vain.

His whole body was extremely tall and his eyes were extremely sharp, and his whole body was suddenly unsheathed like a sword.

"Look at the sword!"

Xu Tongdao shouted softly, his feet quickly stepped forward, raised his left hand, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and faced Zheng Meng with his left shoulder, and rushed towards Zheng Meng with his side.

At about three meters, as his feet stepped out quickly, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. With a strong wind coming towards him, Xu Tongdao rushed to Zheng Meng, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly stabbed Zheng Meng in front.

Zheng Meng subconsciously flashed to the right, but the wooden sword in Xu Tongdao's hand was almost the same as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, chasing him quickly, leaving the hilt of the sword with his left hand and stroking forward with his right foot. He was originally facing the chest that was facing the north, because of this big step, his chest immediately changed direction and turned to facing the south. With this change of body shape, the wooden sword in his hand that had already stabbed to the end could stab more than half a meter forward.

Zheng Meng's face changed. Unexpectedly, the sword was so fast that he did not dodge the first time, but he did not even distance himself. He immediately jumped back and retreated again.

But Xu Tongdao jumped forward at the same time, and chased after the wooden sword in his hand again.

Zheng Meng's feet fell to the ground but not steady. Seeing this, his pupils suddenly shrank and subconsciously turned his head to the left. Almost at the same time, the tip of the Mu Jian's sword stabbed through his neck. If Zheng Meng hadn't subconsciously turned his head just now, this sword would have stabbed his throat.

But I just avoided this.

Zheng Meng, who had just turned his head and avoided this sword, had not had time to pull the distance again. As Xu Tongdao, who was leaping forward, twisted his waist suddenly, holding the sword's right hand suddenly pulled backwards. The wooden sword that had just stabbed out quickly pulled backwards, and the sword's sword edge suddenly slashed past Zheng Meng's neck.

The wooden sword naturally couldn't cut off Zheng Meng's head.

But this sword cut through Zheng Meng's neck, which already meant that Zheng Meng lost.

Zheng Meng stayed there.

Xu Tongdao's body, following inertia, rushed past Zheng Meng, and stopped more than a meter behind Zheng Meng. The wooden sword in his right hand still pointed at the back.

At this time, Xu Tongdao's breathing was a little heavy.

Although the move just now was short, it exploded very violently, which consumed a lot of his energy.

Slowly retracting the wooden sword, Xu Tongdao turned around and looked at Zheng Meng who was standing there, with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Zheng Meng looked back, sighed, took back his fists and feet, and laughed at himself, "Boss, you are so powerful now, it seems that you don't need my protection anymore."

When Xu Tongdao heard this, he laughed and walked towards the weapon stand casually. He was more than one meter away from the weapon stand, and threw it casually, and the wooden sword fell steadily on the weapon stand.

He continued to walk to the Eight Immortals Table not far away, where there were teapots and tea bowls. He wanted to go and have a sip of tea, and said casually: "Brother Meng, you think too much. Practicing swords is just my business hobby. Moreover, when I go out, I can't carry a sword with me. I am not a person from some ethnic minorities and I am not qualified to take a sword to the streets. If there is no sword in my hand, we have also compared it just now. I am not your opponent with empty hands."

Although he said that, the power of the Yang family's sword technique was a bit beyond Xu Tongdao's expectations, which surprised him very much.

How many young people are willing to practice a swordsmanship that has no practical ability?

If you really want to practice that kind of swordsmanship, you can find an old man who can slow Tai Chi swordsmanship by going to a park.

Xu Tongdao had no interest in the sword technique that was more like stretching his muscles and bones.

When I picked up the tea bowl and drank tea, Xu Tongdao suddenly had a new understanding of the word "wu".

He suddenly felt that the real "martial arts" should have been used with weapons. The difference between the lethality of weapons in hand and the lack of weapons in hand is too great.

Just like just now, in terms of boxing and kicking skills, he was not as good as Zheng Meng, but once he had a sword in his hand, the first move of the Yang family's sword technique would beat Zheng Meng.

If the real sword in his hand just now, Zheng Meng would have died.

No wonder all dynasties have prohibited the possession of weapons by the people.
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