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"Master Ding, I hope you will give me some advice."

Liang Lu was afraid that Ding Xiu would not agree, so he gave him an honorific title in front of everyone and kept his attitude low, asking him to teach him without hesitation.

The corners of the mouths of the people around him were raised, and most of them were watching the show to see if Ding Xiu dared to take it.

I thought to myself, aren't you awesome? You have fought all the way up from the first floor and won five rounds in a row. You are good at boxing and stick skills. You can't be strong at swordsmanship.

Rolling up his sleeves, Ding Xiu said slowly: "Although I don't like using a knife to show off with others, you said so, of course I have to satisfy you."

Liang Lu asked someone to bring the Wing Chun Eight Cut Swords. They were two knives about 30 centimeters in length, with one edge and hand guards.

Ba Zhan Dao is not the name of these two knives, it is just a term used by Wing Chun people.

Strictly speaking, the name of this kind of knife is Gassho Knife. It is composed of two knives of the same size. If the two knives are separated and laid flat across each other, it will look like a dancing butterfly wing, so it is also It's called a butterfly knife.

The name of Ba Zhan comes from one of Wing Chun's sword techniques, which is taken from the word "Yong" eight techniques, so this set of sword techniques is called Ba Zhan Dao. Over time, people who learn Wing Chun also call Butterfly Knife Ba Zhan Dao.

Liang Lu held the handle of the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife facing forward, and solemnly said: "The sword has no eyes, Master Ding pays attention."

Ding Xiu looked towards the weapon rack: "Thank you for reminding me, but you won't give me a wooden knife this time, right?"

His words made everyone's faces burn.

Liang Lu brought two real knives here. It was unreasonable to give Ding Xiu a wooden stick as a knife. Even if he won, there were rumors that someone in the eight major martial arts schools would break his spine.

"Of course not. Master Ding can choose his own weapon." Liang Lu said before anyone else could speak.

Although he was afraid of Ding Xiu, he was very confident in his sword skills.

Even though Ding Xiu used a big sword, he didn't panic at all.

For those who are experts in playing swordsmanship, and those who have not practiced systematically, no matter how big the knife is, it is useless in the hand. Instead, it is a burden. For example, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife is difficult for an adult to hold in the hand. It is difficult to dance. It takes dozens of seconds to bend down and take a breath.

Being able to choose weapons that are handy is the last dignity that Liang Lu left to Ding Xiu, and it is also the dignity of the eight major martial arts schools.

Anyway, these are games where the chances of winning are high, so just win a little more glory.

"Then you're welcome." When Ding Xiu came to the weapons rack, he glanced at it. There were no Miao swords here, let alone Qi swords. The only thing suitable for him was a samurai sword.

The scabbard is full of curvature, the blade is shiny, and the blade has no edge. At first glance, it is a samurai sword for performance.

Ding Xiu drew his sword and held a flower in his hand, testing the weight.

He was too familiar with this kind of knife. In his previous life, there were many Japanese pirates in his time. The Qi family knife was originally invented to deal with Japanese pirates.

And not just one or two samurai died in his hands.

"Just use this one and make do."

"please!"

Liang Lu stepped forward with one foot, crossed his swords, and prepared to take action.

In his opinion, Ding Xiu is not too stupid. Choosing a samurai sword is a smart move. Other knives are either too heavy or too soft and are not practical at all.

The only thing that can be taken out for a fight is the katana. This kind of sword has a light blade and is easy to swing. Even people who don't know how to use swords can use it for a few times.

Of course, it is also true that every inch is longer and every inch is stronger.

The katana is much longer than his Hachizan sword, which is one of its advantages.

But there is another saying from our ancestors, every inch is short and every inch is dangerous.

The Eight-Zhan sword is short, which means it is destined to be close. It also means that the speed of swinging the sword is fast. In this game, he will win if he is close to Ding Xiu.

The katana slashed downwards, he raised his hand to block with the sword, and then quickly got closer, breaking the defense with the sword. Ding Xiu retreated, he paddled his hand, stabbed his ribs with his backhand... He had thought about all his actions after the start.

"please."

Ding Xiu lowered his body and held the knife with both hands, using one forward and one reverse, which is the so-called yin and yang hand.

Seeing his weird posture with the knife, everyone was a little confused. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether he was a master or a joke.

Only Wu Jing, Wu Bing, Yuan Bing and others who have seen his sword skills know that this is a unique technique in the Qi family sword.

In this round, Wu Bing was still the referee. He stepped forward and came between the two of them. He raised his hand and said, "Use force to make friends. Don't hurt your friendship."

"Also, this game involves weapons. You two should be careful not to attack each other's vital parts, such as the head, neck, spleen, heart..."

Since ancient times, more people have been killed by boxing than by fighting with weapons, especially when masters fight with each other. Under unrestricted conditions, the moves are aimed at the vital point, and someone who is not careful will be killed.

However, although the number of people who died in the weapons test was not as high as that of the boxer, the probability and number of serious injuries were not comparable to those of the boxer.

It is true that weapons are not easy to kill. Anyone with some common sense knows that even if he gets one or two stabs on the head, he will not die, and the body can be cut casually.

There was news not long ago that an old man guarding a construction site discovered someone stealing steel bars in the middle of the night and stepped in to stop him. As a result, he was stabbed more than twenty times and was finally carried to the hospital. After rescue, his life was not in danger.

Facts have proved that as long as the cold weapon does not chop on the neck or spleen, the chance of survival is quite high.

Of course, if Ding Xiu is unlucky and gets stabbed in the waist by the Eight-Zhan Sword, his fate will only be bad.

"Do you understand everything?" Wu Bing asked after explaining the rules.

"clear!"

"clear!"

Ding Xiu and Liang Lu spoke out at the same time.

Wu Bing said meaningfully: "Remember, peace is the most important thing. I hope everyone will not forget the original purpose."

What he said was to Ding Xiu. The moment Ding Xiu picked up the knife, he knew the outcome, but he was a little afraid that Ding Xiu would be hit on the head. The young man was so angry that he would stab Liang Lu several times to vent his anger.

It's not worthwhile to do this, it's too easy to offend people.

There are many experts here today. Everyone can still tell whether you did it on purpose or not.

Anyway, the purpose is not to apologize, as long as you win, it will be fine. If you win in Wing Chun, everyone will have nothing to say.

"Master Wu, don't worry, I have a sense of discretion."

Before Ding Xiu said anything, Liang Lu gave Wu Bing a reassuring look.

He thought Wu Bing was reminding him to show mercy.

The head coach of the Peking Wushu Team spoke up. This face must be given.

He is different from other martial arts schools. His foundation in Wing Chun is still a bit weak and he cannot afford to offend the head coach. You know, Wu Bing is not only the head coach, but also holds other positions in the Wushu Association.

What if I give them Wing Chun shoes to wear later?

If you win over Ding Xiu and let Ding Xiu apologize, that's it. Otherwise, don't cause more trouble.

Wu Bing's mouth twitched and he didn't say anything. He was clearly trying to persuade Ding Xiu to say something to Liang Lu. If he didn't get stabbed for a while, it would be better if he could walk out with his head upright.

"Three, two, one, start!"

After the words fell, Wu Bing took a few steps back, leaving space for the two people on the field. In order to save the field at the critical moment, he took an eyebrow-level stick in his hand.

If something really happened, the stick in his hand could still be of some use and could separate the two of them.

The people on the second floor held their breath and stared at the two people on the scene without blinking, who did not take action immediately.

Ding Xiu was waiting for Liang Lu to make a move, and Liang Lu was also waiting for Ding Xiu to make a move. Wing Chun emphasizes that the last move comes first. Seeing Ding Xiu's way of holding the knife, he was a little unsure. He wanted to wait for Ding Xiu to make a move and try it out. Say it again.

You don't move, I don't move. The two of them were in a stalemate for half a minute, and Ding Xiu became a little impatient.

Seeing his expression, everyone chuckled.

"After all, I am still a young man, and I am a little restless."

"when!"

As expected, Ding Xiu took out his sword, slashed Huashan with all his strength, and struck head-on.

Following the strategy before the fight started, Liang Lu raised his hand and quickly stepped forward. At the same time, his left hand was not idle, ready to swing the sword at any time.

But before he could step forward, he was greeted by the light of another sharp sword.

The sword flashes from bottom to top, a reverse slash.

Because of the yin-yang hand, Ding Xiu expended almost no effort when he used the sword, and he just drew it out smoothly.

Caught off guard, Liang Lu was stabbed from the chest to the arm.

This is because he took half a step back at the critical moment, otherwise he would have cut all the way up from the abdomen. Fortunately, Ding Xiu's katana had not been sharpened, otherwise he would have been disemboweled.

While retreating, Liang Lu swung his eight swords continuously in an attempt to block Ding Xiu's pursuit, but his worries were unnecessary because Ding Xiu stood still.

"Master Liang, how about my sword?"

"I was just careless."

Even if Ding Xiu is very good at swordsmanship, Liang Lu, a successor of Wing Chun, would not even give in to him. If he loses, he will not lose the formation. If he loses his momentum before it is over, there is no need to fight later.

However, he was dissatisfied with his words, but his vigilance in his heart had been raised to the highest level.

Just from the sword strike just now, you can tell that Ding Xiu is not a novice who doesn't know how to use swordsmanship. It will take two more strikes to know how deep it is.

Like he said, he was just careless.

He was indeed careless. If he had known earlier, he would never have been so reckless, to the point where he almost capsized in the gutter.

Ding Xiu raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "I like people who are tough-talking."

Having said that, the samurai sword came forward, and his sword skills were greatly expanded, and each sword was as heavy as a stone.

Liang Lu's Eight-Zhan Sword was very painful to receive.

Ding Xiu's sword was not fast, but it was powerful and had a very tricky angle. He had just blocked two swords and was about to move forward when the next sword blocked his way forward, forcing him to retreat.

But this does not mean that he has no chance at all. Defense is the first priority, and he can still counterattack when he finds the right opportunity.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear. In the eyes of outsiders, they can only see Ding Xiu wielding his samurai sword and slashing at Liang Lu one after another. The position of each sword is different.

Liang Lu kept blocking with his Eight-Zhan Sword and retreated step by step. In less than a minute, he was almost back to the wall.

It can be seen that it is very difficult to block.

This is the rhythm of losing.

On the other hand, Ding Xiu felt so relaxed with a sword in his hand. He slashed at will with a samurai sword, and each sword could cut back the beam he was about to move forward without any pressure.

Their swordsmanship is not at the same level at all.

Suddenly, Ding Xiu thought of something, stopped swinging his knife, and said to Liang Lu who was sweating profusely: "Do you believe that I can let you sit there?"

Looking along where Ding Xiu pointed, Liang Lu saw that it was an empty Grand Master's chair in the "auditorium" next to it.

Next to the Taishi chair is a small table, and to the left of the small table is an old man with a white beard.

Because of the old man, no one dared to sit on the chair next to him.

Now Ding Xiu wants him to sit over, how arrogant this is.

Feeling the humiliation, Liang Lu's face turned red and he made up his mind that he would not retreat even if he was hacked to death or thrown out of the window today.

"when!"

A familiar voice sounded again, and Ding Xiu drew his sword. This time the wind of the sword was much sharper than before, and every move was filled with murderous intent.

Liang Lu, who was determined not to retreat even if he was hacked to death, had to retreat after being stabbed twice in the arm and lower abdomen.

Ding Xiu's samurai sword was a performance sword, and it wasn't fake even if it wasn't sharpened. Even though it was cut through his clothes, it still hurt.

If this would lift his clothes, you could see that there was definitely a purple mark where he was hit.

"Stab it!"

"hiss!"

Liang Lu was stabbed again, this time in the ribs. Unlike before, this time the blade was red.

Ding Xiu's katana was originally unedged and could not hurt anyone, but it had gaps one after another in the duel with his Eight-Zhan Sword.

Now these gaps are like saws. Cutting on the body will tear the clothes and hurt the flesh inside.

The most painful thing is cutting someone with a saw-like blade. It really feels the same as being cut with a saw. The skin is still attached when the knife cuts through.

Liang Lu, a grown man who had practiced martial arts for many years, was almost in tears.

This is the same as Ling Chi.