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Wu Bing threw one of his eyebrow-level sticks to Ding Xiu and said with a relaxed smile: "I'm older than you are, I'm younger. I can take advantage of you. Let's compare weapons."

He is really no match for Ding Xiu when it comes to fists and kicks, so the fight is boring.

Compare and compete with those who are good at it.

Eighty percent of his skill is on the stick, and the only thing he can use is this stick.

"Okay." Ding Xiu took the stick with one hand and turned it around twice to test the weight.

This stick was obviously customized according to Wu Bing's height. Wu Bing is not tall, visually measuring 1.7 meters, and the length of the stick is about 1.6 meters.

Ding Xiu is 1.8 meters tall, so holding a 1.6-meter stick is a bit short.

But since he's not really a stick wielder, it doesn't matter.

The two sides were five or six meters apart. Ding Xiu held the stick with both hands, one hand at the end and the other twenty centimeters from the end.

There was no call from the referee to start, so Ding Xiu took the lead in attacking. After taking a step forward, he held the stick above his head and hit Wu Bing hard. The speed was so fierce that Wu Bing's hands were numb after several blows with the stick.

Wu Jing was dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone playing with a stick like this.

From the posture of holding the stick to the method of releasing the stick, no action is standard, and it will be a proper zero point on the competition stage.

Wu Bing was like a small boat on the rough sea, standing firm despite the wind and rain, and kept blocking.

After a few moves, he seized the opportunity and thrust the stick out, aiming for Ding Xiu's waist.

"call out!"

The snake-like brow-level stick cut through the air, as fast as lightning, and touched the corner of Ding Xiu's clothes in an instant.

"Okay!" Wu Jing shouted.

Ginger is still old and hot. Even though he is being beaten in the front, as long as he is caught with an opportunity, he can make a comeback in the blink of an eye. This is the charm of cold weapons.

If nothing else happened... there was an accident.

Ding Xiu took a deep breath, shrank his stomach back a few centimeters, and skillfully avoided the stick.

Wu Bing still wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but Ding Xiu's stick tip was frivolous, and he pushed away the tip of the stick, and started chasing and beating again.

With the fall of each stick, it opens and closes widely, as heavy as a thousand swords, but at the same time it has the flexibility of a stick, either stabbing or teasing.

It was at this moment that Wu Bing suddenly realized why Ding Xiu was holding the stick like this.

Ding Xiu used sword skills.

The way to hold a stick is actually the way to hold a knife.

If he usually holds the knife like this, it seems that this knife is a bit unusual, at least it is very long.

Qi family knife!

Wu Bing remembered Ding Xiu's name.

According to historical records, during the Ming Dynasty, Qi Jiguang specially designed a sword to deal with Japanese pirates. It was similar in appearance to a samurai sword, but was longer. The sword was five feet long, had no edge in one palm, and had a curved tip. The role of the gun.

It looks very similar to the Miao Dao, but it is much heavier than the Miao Dao. One cut with the knife can instantly disembowel it and it is said to be able to kill a horse.

Wu Bing's thinking was completed in just a moment. After confirming that Ding Xiu was using sword skills, he no longer focused on defense. He swept across with his long stick and began to attack hard.

At the scene, the crackling sound was caused by the collision of long sticks, which was deafening. The shadows of the sticks came one after another, making Wu stunned.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Wu Bing's stick was thrown away and fell to the ground from the air. Looking closely, he saw that the front half was cracked and the top part looked like chewed sugar cane.

Wu Bing was sweating on his forehead, panting, clasping his fists with slightly trembling hands and saying, "I lost."

Ding Xiu raised his hand and said, "I agree."

"If you were twenty years younger, it wouldn't be certain who would win."

The old man's stick skills are flexible and unpredictable, and he has a deep understanding of the three flavors of stick skills. Like Yu Chenghui, he was able to establish a sect in the past.

That is to say, they are older and their fighting ability is not long-lasting. If the two of them were the same age, they would probably be able to compete with me at 64 points, Wu Bing at 4 points, and him at 6 points.

Whether it is Yu Chenghui or Wu Bing, they all have one shortcoming, that is, they have not experienced a life and death battle, their attacks are not ruthless enough, and there is no murderous intention in their moves.

Are the two weak? They are not weak at all. At least they have few opponents in their field. One is as fast as lightning, and the other is superb with stick skills. Ding Xiu has lived for two lifetimes, and many people he has met are not as good as them.

But kung fu is a killing skill. If you can't kill people or you don't have the intention to kill, you can only use 70% of your 100% success.

Wu Bing smiled and shook his head: "Twenty years ago, I didn't have the same skills as I do now. If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say. It's enough to meet a master like you before I die."

Ding Xiu said: "Lao Yu said the same thing."

"Yu Chenghui?" Wu Bing asked.

"Um."

"Have you ever fought? Who won? Needless to say, you must win."

"I won a lucky move."

"How many moves were made in total?"

"one move."

"Hahaha." Wu Bing laughed: "Look, he will be embarrassed to boast that his two-handed sword is unparalleled in the world."

He was a little depressed after losing to Ding Xiu in a few rounds. When he heard that Yu Chenghui lost with one move, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Ding Xiu said: "Do you know each other?"

"We have known each other for decades. We played many competitions when we were young. A few years ago, when I invited him to join the martial arts team, he refused to come. The old man was very stubborn."

"She's quite stubborn."

Despite being stubborn, Old Man Yu is still very strong. Although Ding Xiu defeated him with one move, it was unexpected. Closing his eyes at that time was to confuse Yu Chenghui and make him careless.

In addition, the Japanese sword technique is a big move. After Yu Chenghui broke his sword, he lost the will to fight and stopped fighting.

If it happened again, it would be impossible to win with one move.

"Are you busy? If not, come home and have a cup of tea." Wu Bing invited Ding Xiu upstairs.

"good."

Ding Xiu was about to lift the fruit basket on the ground, but Wu Bing stopped him, turned to Wu Jing and said, "Put it away."

Wu Jing was about to cry but had no tears. Ding Xiu had elbowed him on his knee before, and his legs were still numb. Now he still had to work.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that after the fight, the master looked at Ding Xiu more and more differently, and those who didn't know thought that Ding Xiu was his apprentice.

…

"Where are you going, I'll drive you." Wu Jing said to Ding Xiu at the gate of the community.

Ever since Ding Xiu went upstairs, Old Wu was talking a lot. While drinking, he told many stories about the martial arts world, including Gong Baotian, Xue Dian, Li Cunyi, and Guo Yunshen.

Wu Jing heard these stories from Old Wu before, and he was very sad at that time.

Because the martial arts world declined, there were no successors.

Kung fu in the past has become a performance and can only be used to entertain the audience. It has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

But today, Lao Wu talked very enthusiastically. When he was deeply in love, he patted Ding Xiu on the shoulder and said that the future inheritance of martial arts depended on him, and told him not to give up on the path of martial arts, and to persevere no matter how difficult it was.

Taking advantage of Jiu Jin, he also said that he would recruit Ding Xiu to the national team and let him promote Chinese martial arts. Ding Xiu was so scared that he ran away and could no longer sit still.

What he fears most is restraint. Once a person is shackled, he is no longer free. Moreover, it is not his character to join the martial arts team. He does not want to run around and perform Qijia Dao for others every day.