My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 185 You Don't Practice New Yin Liu Anymore

The gurgling water in Luwei is still alive, and the sound of the water flow is moving.

In Nuoda's open space, there were only two people sitting on the ground facing each other. On a stone slab not far from the two of them, there was a white and sharp broken blade lying quietly.

At this moment, Du Yuehua knelt down obediently, without any resentment or doubt in her heart, lowered her head slightly, and said in a low tone: "Senior, I lost."

Just now she was convinced that the first sword she drew was the strongest sword in her life, and now recalling the state at that time, she was a little secretly amazed.

She had never touched that state of calmness and completeness, and in that state, she even had the illusion that even ghosts and gods could kill it.

It's just that she didn't expect that the senior in front of her had reached an inhuman state. Whether it was the movement, the state of mind, or the last sword technique that her eyes couldn't catch, it was beyond her imagination.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

From the time when the first sword failed to achieve anything, she already knew that she would definitely lose.

That streak of white light is like a swordsmanship that surpasses human power.

It was only in the opponent's posture of retracting the sword that he felt a little bit, which was very similar to the posture of retracting the sword of Fushe Dao. At that time, he couldn't help asking, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Although Fushe Dao is Ito Itōsai's unique move, normal people can still use it, but those people she saw before just used slow movements to cover up, even if the speed is accelerated at most, it can be called smooth and smooth .

But this senior's Fushe knife
It seems to be integrated into the world, and there is no trace of it at all. From the sword out to the sword, you can only see the head and tail posture clearly.

"So what if we win or lose?"

Natsume Feng's voice was neither happy nor sad.

Hearing the sound, Du Yuehua couldn't help but stop his contemplation, looked up, and was a little stunned by his answer for a while: "Uh"

Xia Mufeng still lowered his eyes, as if feeling the realm of the unity of man and nature, and said lightly:
"Who can't lose the sword, is it just that, you have lost your faith."

I don't know why, maybe it was affected by Ito Itou Sai's thoughts, it is difficult for him to change his current state of mind.

He didn't pretend to be on purpose, but now he seems to like the natural and quiet atmosphere very much.

Moreover, although Ito Itosai is most famous for his ultimate move of Fushe Dao, the extremely powerful move he really comprehend is a move called Wuxiangjian.

It is said that Ito Iktosai, the man who is known as the closest to the sword master, loves to drink alcohol. He drinks less and gets drunk, sleeps anywhere, and has many enemies.

The general meaning of the Wuxiang sword is that confusion and consciousness dissolve into nothingness like dust.

Perhaps this is the reason why he is unconsciously approaching the natural tranquility after transforming into Ito Itou Sai.

There was a complex look in Du Yuehua's eyes, recalling the sarcasm of the senior in front of her just now, although she knew that the other party was deliberately aggressive, she still couldn't help asking at this moment:

"I want to ask senior women, are they really not suitable for practicing swordsmanship?"

Women and men are indeed inherently different, and she naturally will not refuse to admit this.

Including many things, men have advantages over women. Even the xinxing in sword practice is recognized as the most suitable for men, while women basically cannot achieve great achievements. This has almost become an unspoken rule in the world of swordsmanship.

Her original intention of practicing kendo was not just to strengthen her body or build up her self-confidence. She had a lot of contact with her grandfather when she was a child, and she also loves kendo for 10 minutes.

But as she got older, coupled with the persuasion of those kendo teachers and family members in the past, even she was determined to ask herself repeatedly.

From the perspective of this world, women have little to do with swords.

Unexpectedly, Xia Mufeng didn't answer her question when she heard the sound, but instead said something confusing: "You don't want to practice Xinyinliu anymore."

Du Yuehua was a little confused and asked, "Why?"

Xia Mufeng raised his head, and slowly opened his long and indifferent eyes, which seemed to be like a bottomless deep pool, and said slowly:
"Take without sword is the essence of Xinyinliu, but why didn't you see you take without sword just now."

Du Yuehua was stunned when he heard the sound, and after he realized it immediately, he fell into the memory, recalling the short but shocking competition just now, he pondered for a while before saying:
"Because you are holding the sword all the time, there is no chance to take it with the sword."

Recalling this unique contest, from the time I used the sword to the last moment, the opponent was holding the sword firmly in his arms, standing in place laxly and dodging it until the last moment. A sword technique that is not clear at all.

Xia Mufeng showed a smile on his face full of vicissitudes and knife marks, rubbed his fingers twice on the ears of wheat on the long handle of the knife in his palm, and asked with a smile: "Then even if I draw the sword, you have the confidence to take me down?" A sword?"

Without even thinking about it, Du Yuehua replied honestly: "No."

With that kind of speed and strength, I have no chance at all, and taking without swords is a tactic to seize the opportunity.

And even in reality, it is hardly used. When she used Su Zhen to compete with others before, she would slash at each other.

Even if she intends to use Wudao to seize the opportunity, it will be difficult to succeed in the face of people with lower sword skills than herself, and she even doubts whether this move is superfluous.

In fact, if Natsume Kaede found out about her thoughts, she would agree with her.

Two people are fighting with swords, and then use empty hands to catch the white blade, how to use it?
Throw your own sword straight away, then hit it with a "snap" with both hands together, stand firmly and catch the opponent's sword, and then give him a "bang" to knock it out?

The point is then what?

Both of them were bare-handed. In the tense process of the competition, they couldn't squat down to pick up the sword and then take the sword.

What next?Speaking of winning by beating the opponent into a panda with a punch the size of a sandbag?It's kind of nonsense.

"Since there is no, you probably have thought about the reason, so."

He raised his right hand full of strength, his five fingers slowly closed together to form a fist, and he punched out at a speed that could not cover his ears.

Du Yuehua watched helplessly as a black shadow of a fist expanded rapidly in her pupils, but she couldn't move a single bit of movement, and she froze on the spot.

"Hoohoo!"

Du Yuehua's ears suddenly hurt, and Xia Mufeng's punch made a sound that rubbed against the air, and it landed steadily less than one centimeter away from her ear.

The hair on the side of her ears was twirled by the turbulent airflow, flying in mid-air, and her ears were extremely painful from the shock.

(End of this chapter)