I asked you to practice martial arts, but I didn’t ask you to kill gods!

"I don't know very well. This kind of thing is like a state of mind, like an antelope hanging its horns. In short, it can't be explained, and the way is unclear. I can only understand it by myself, just like..."

The other party thought for a while.

"Just like the artistic conception contained in calligraphy, some people write in a bold way, while others write in a gentle way. It's the same with martial arts. They probably want to find their own way.

My understanding is a fighting style. I don’t know how others understand it. Maybe I understand it wrong. "

As soon as the two stopped, the referee stopped.

"Players are not allowed to stop playing passively during the competition, otherwise they will be disqualified."

"..." The two of them were speechless.

Chen Feng looked at the other party and said, "I want to be serious."

"it is good."

The opponent assumed a defensive posture.

Chen Feng rushed forward first using his footwork.

The distance between the two parties is shortened, and the white clouds cover the sky continuously according to what I understood yesterday.

Dangdang~

The blade and the gun barrel collided together, making a series of metallic trembling sounds.

Forcing the opponent to retreat continuously, his steps were messy.

Lu Baozhong's expression changed drastically.

Because he sensed that each of these consecutive chops was more powerful than the last.

Although it is not a 'sword intention', every time the sword falls, it makes his mouth numb, the gun body trembles, and there are faint signs of being unable to hold the gun barrel.

Lu Baozhong quit.

Pounce sideways, sweep Tang's legs and add a round gun. He stood up and stabbed away with the big gun.

Chen Feng's reaction was not slow either.

Dodge sideways, block the knife - disarm.

呲~

The blade rubbed against the barrel of the gun and struck his hand.

This move is fast and urgent.

Lu Baozhong grinned and let go immediately, otherwise his fingers would be gone.

Taking advantage of his middle door being wide open, Chen Feng raised his kick and kicked it out.

Peng! ~

Lu Baozhong was like a kite with its string broken, flying several meters away in an instant.

Only then did the spear in his hand fall.

Chen Feng changed his feet and kicked the spear.

The spear flew sideways and hit his chest accurately. He took a few steps back after the hit again.

It only takes one move to make a decision.

Lu Baozhong stood still.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that of yours?"

""Kui Niu"."

"Impossible." The other party shook his head like a rattle: "I have seen that kind of sword technique, and it is not as powerful as what you used. No, you seem to have just learned the footwork."

"Awesome, he is indeed a top student in the martial arts major." Chen Feng nodded and admitted.

The other party is also very good at being a good person: "Okay, you win, but I don't accept it."

"It's useless not to accept it. Anyway, I won. If I were on the battlefield right now, it wouldn't be my feet but my sword."

"You're right." Lu Baozhong changed the topic: "The continuous white cloud cover you just made was a bit interesting. I found a hint of familiarity in it, but it didn't seem to be the case."

"How about we discuss it some time?"

"can."

Lu Baozhong clasped his fists: "Referee, I admit defeat."

The referee announced in front of everyone: "Chen Feng wins!~"

After the two stepped down from the stage, they did not get together, but dispersed separately.

But Chen Feng found Dou Dingguo.

"Assistant, can I ask you something?"

Dou Dingguo smiled.

"Why, were you learning martial arts in the ring just now?"

"Not really, I just want to ask, what exactly is 'meaning'?"

The other party was startled.

"Good boy, have you come into contact with that kind of thing?"

"That's right." Chen Feng replied.

Dou Dingguo pondered.

“Actually, ‘meaning’ means simple when it comes to simplicity, and complex when it comes to complex.”

"Let me tell you this."

"'Yi' is the unity of 'form' and 'spirit', the coordination of virtuality and reality, and the further step is 'power'."

"What's the momentum?" Chen Feng frowned and secretly scolded Yang Fan for being dishonest.

"It's still a little early to talk about 'shi', but the two are closely related." Dou Dingguo added: "Anyway, I know that 'meaning' and 'shi' are both spiritual. They can't be seen, but they can be felt."

"Let me give you an example, let's talk about a master of swordsmanship."

"Take you, for example, when you truly understand what a knife is and can use its characteristics.

There is always a move to win. Everything comes from your heart and instinct. When you integrate with the sword and show your own understanding of the sword, your sword will come alive.

This is the intention of the sword. "

"There are many kinds of sword intentions. Some people can make it as light as a weight, some can make an antelope hang its horns, and some can make it as cold as frost, or as fast as lightning, or even unstoppable.

These are all external manifestations of ‘meaning’.

It can also be said that it is a fighting style. "

"Inside, 'Yi' can fuse your essence, energy, and spirit, and the three can be integrated into one. It can use the simplest moves with the smallest power, but the power is doubled, and it can achieve a skillful breaking force. It can also be said that four ounces make a thousand pounds."

"Just like 'Jet Kune', the last strike comes first, and the opponent can be defeated in an instant."

"'Position' is something sharper, like the instinctive suppression of weak people by those with high strength."

Having said this, he pointed to a shadowy mountain peak in the distance: "Look at that mountain peak, what do you feel?"

Chen Feng looked at it and replied after a few seconds: "I feel...not sure."

"Hey!" Dou Dingguo suddenly raised his voice: "It's okay if you don't know, because I don't know either."

"..." Chen Feng was completely speechless.

After listening to what he said, Chen Feng wanted to say that listening to you is like listening to a speech.

But inside and outside the words, it seems to be the same fighting style as what Lu Baozhong said.

He was no longer talking, but was recalling the battle scene with Lu Baozhong over and over again.

Over time.

Chen Feng stood there, motionless like a wooden stake.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Just when I was about to find the feeling, a voice sounded in my ears.

"Chen Feng, Chen Feng..."

"Ah, who called me?"

"..." Dou Dingguo was amused: "It's your turn to play."

"Is it my turn so soon?" Chen Feng stood up and walked towards the ring.

After taking the stage, Chen Feng held on to that realization so tightly that he didn't even hear the referee announce the start.

The other party is simple.

Seeing Chen Feng stunned, he rushed forward first, the long sword full of spiritual power going straight to his throat.

When the sword light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Feng suddenly felt blessed.

Not even the spirit power was used, the sword just moved slightly, and with a horizontal push, the sword passed through the cold light and accurately touched the opponent's neck.

The other party was obviously confused by this move and stood there at a loss.

He was confused, and Chen Feng was even more confused.

Because he obviously didn't use any force, but he defeated the enemy with one move.

"Is this...'meaning'?"

Chen Feng, who had woken up, glanced at the other party and smiled.

"I remember you, we seemed to have signed a life and death contract a week ago."

"You...what are you talking nonsense about? What a life and death contract."

"Really?" Chen Feng glanced at the witness and actually took away the sword.

"you?!"

The other party quickly retreated, regret and confusion flashing in his eyes.

Chen Feng made a sound.

"Give you a chance and try your best."

"You're looking for death, so you can't blame me." This man surged forward with spiritual power and charged forward again...