country warlock

The swords and broadswords held by the warriors are very different from the single swords in the martial arts world. The heavy swords on the back of the swords make a whistling wind, and the swords without red ribbons roll up layers of blue and black sword lights when they come and go. The moves are simple and sharp. It can be regarded as a good kung fu for fighting on the battlefield, but it is still far away from the best martial arts.

Geng Zhong saw Qin Feng's subtle expression changes, and he smiled and said: "Do you think their kung fu is still a little out of date?"

The guards who were practicing kung fu stopped their movements, and saw the young man who had received special treatment today and followed the old commander nodded. Seeing this kid's neither salty nor insipid appearance, the guards all stared at him, feeling that the other party was insulting him. own ability.

Geng Zhong laughed and said: "They are no different than you who have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and there are so many strange ways to improve their skills. After three years of practicing under my hands, it is considered good for them to reach their current level. Brat, can't you I expect everyone to be able to achieve both internal and external cultivation. Hehe, judging by your level, they are indeed a bit low-level, but let me tell you, it’s easy for me to kill a dozen South Vietnamese devils by myself Easy."

"Report to the chief!" A little soldier shouted with a flushed face, "Please allow me to practice tactics with this comrade!"

Geng Zhong smiled and said: "Okay, okay, why are you scaring me? Comrade Qin Feng's kung fu should be similar to mine. It shouldn't be a problem to beat all of you alone, so don't come up and embarrass our military division Well, if that rascal Lao Hu knows that this kid has beaten my guard platoon to the ground, I don’t know how proud he is.”

Geng Zhong took the big sword from a soldier and weighed it: "They can't practice martial arts well. Talent is one aspect, time is another aspect, and self-cultivation is a big problem. The sword is domineering, and the sword is king. In martial arts The level of self-cultivation is not high enough, and sword skills and sword skills are like puppets without souls."

"But my master said that no matter what kind of martial art is, it is a killing technique after all." Qin Feng couldn't help but said, "The ultimate purpose of martial arts is not only to reach the limit of human physical strength, but the most important purpose is to knock down or kill the opponent. Does cruel technology have much to do with self-cultivation and realm?"

Geng Zhong shook the sword in his hand, and Qin Feng was surprised to see an old man exuding an astonishing aura: "Back then, five hundred warriors from the Broadsword Team attacked Xifengkou at night, and with the intention of serving the country loyally, everyone put raw silk aside. The swordsmanship of the five hundred warriors that night was so heroic and unparalleled. Not one out of ten warriors survived that battle, but that awe-inspiring spirit can be said to last forever. The swordsman who was trained later was not a hero who fought bravely ? This is the role of momentum and personal cultivation."

Geng Zhong glanced sideways at Qin Feng and said with a smile: "I look at your personal information, when the ancestors of your Taoist temple took revenge like Tartars, if it weren't for the grief and indignation, it would be difficult to develop such a fierce and unparalleled sword spirit. ?”

Geng Zhong walked among the soldiers in the guard platoon with a knife in his hand: "You are all good kids, but when you practice your knife, you inevitably have all kinds of small thoughts that affect the meaning of the knife, worrying that you won't have a good job after demobilization Yes, complaining about the poor life in the army and not being able to find a wife, thinking about how to flatter you every day... With your thoughts, how can you possibly develop the essence that I taught you?"

The soldiers in the guard platoon were sweating profusely, thinking that their petty thoughts and complaints had already been noticed by the chief.Geng Zhong raised his saber and slashed obliquely, a sharp blade whizzed up and stopped abruptly: "You must have righteousness when you use your saber, and you must not look forward and back and be timid. Only by going forward bravely can you be victorious in every battle."

Geng Zhong flew up and down and practiced the sword skills all the way, and after taking the knife in awe, he laughed at himself: "Forget it, you are right, the sword skills of the big sword team, and the sword skills you learned are all real killing skills. With the knife all the way down, the killing intent is still surging in my heart, there is no way, there are too many people to kill in the world."

Geng Zhong sighed, and made a slashing motion with the knife in both hands: "Okay, let's not talk about these frustrating words, come on, let me tell you about the sword technique first. Most of the five hundred warriors of the Broadsword team I don’t have time to systematically learn real sword skills, so the captain and junior officers can only choose the most practical and powerful moves to teach. I haven’t kept my secrets in these years, but it’s a pity that these dolls under my command are poor in kung fu. Commander Wang and Commander Zhao They have never been able to learn the essence of these sword techniques. I am getting old, and if I don’t find someone to pass on these seven sword techniques, I’m afraid there will be no chance in the future.”

The soldiers of the guard company studying around the side showed a bit of embarrassment in their eyes. Each of them is the preferred soldier of the military division. It is casual to beat five or six strong men with bare hands. The chief said that he has poor foundation and can't learn the essence, so he needs the help of this person named Qin Feng to pass on the saber technique, which really makes people angry.Fortunately, Qin Feng knelt down and kowtowed three times to Geng Zhong very sincerely, and his extremely humble attitude won the favor of everyone.

Geng Zhong was stunned for a moment, and helped Qin Feng up with a smile: "I have been in the army for so many years, and everyone is a good comrade-in-arms, hehe, it is the first time I have met you with such a kowtow, and you still play kowtow to ask for a teacher This hand?"

Qin Feng said sternly: "A teacher for a day, a father for life."

Geng Zhong patted Qin Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Well, I'll be your master for a few years while I'm still alive."

The guards and soldiers pouted secretly, thinking that they had found a big backer by recognizing Commander Geng as their master.I saw the commander walking to the open space, holding a big knife in a posture, rehearsing the seven sword moves that he usually taught everyone, and explaining them one by one, how to use force, how to speed up, how to follow Subtle changes in actual combat adjustments.

"Although your skill is not in the same family as mine, it should be more pure than mine." Geng Zhong taught for two full hours. He wiped his sweat and said to Qin Feng who has been by his side: "You can practice at a young age. There should be absolutely no problem with talent to become a master of internal martial arts, you should have learned everything I taught you just now?"

Qin Feng nodded, feeling that there was a knife handle in his hand.

Geng Zhong shoved the knife to Qin Feng and said with a smile: "Since you have learned it, let's demonstrate it to them without showing your skills. These dolls will not be convinced."

Qin Feng smiled wryly and looked at the soldiers of the guard company around him. Obviously, the old chief expended so much effort and energy to teach him how to practice knives by himself, which is enough to make everyone feel quite upset.

Qin Feng looked at the people around him and said: "Practice is fine, but everyone has to step back, otherwise it is easy to accidentally hurt."

Geng Zhong clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Everyone is there, step back 15 meters."

15 meters, are you kidding me?Is this pistol shooting or practicing broadsword?Everyone stepped back in confusion, forming a huge open space with Qin Feng at the center.

Seeing that people kept a safe distance, Qin Feng shook the big knife in his hand. The big knife back then weighed more than three catties, and the length of the knife was almost one meter. I don't know what kind of metal is doped on the body, and the weight, strength, toughness and other indicators are very high.

Even if it was such a heavy sword, when it shook Qin Feng's hand, it immediately let out a self-sounding "buzz". Qin Feng blurted out a word of "good sword", and then raised the sword in a posture of raising the sword.As for the warriors standing in the distance, when they heard the vibration of the blade, they all put away their underestimation. Being able to make the blade make this sound usually indicates that the opponent's wrist and palm strength are very strong. Transverse high-speed movement within time, thus making a sound similar to dragon chant

——If it is a cold weapon of poor quality, if the internal master shakes the blade like this, it will usually break into two pieces with a "bang". With a flick, the sword in his hand broke in two.

Qin Feng pulled a saber flower, raised the big saber and slashed downwards, then turned around and swept across, forming a 270-degree defensive circle around him, good guy, the nearby soldiers heard two humming sounds, and the grass leaves on the ground were crushed. The knife wind blew and flew up.

As soon as the experts stretched out their hands, they knew if there was any. When Qin Feng used the first move, everyone felt that his sword skills were much stronger than their own. The grass blades were flying on the ground, and countless green grasses were cut off by the knife energy and flew up, and they couldn't help applauding vigorously.

After practicing the seven big sword moves, Qin Feng looked at Geng Zhong in surprise. These seven moves seemed to be able to exert the greatest strength of the human body through the use of upper wrist strength and body skills. Qin Feng's true energy was almost uncontrollable. When it burst out, it had the effect of flying sand and rocks just now.

Geng Zhong smiled without saying a word, and said "practice well" to the soldiers with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly along the path on the grass. Qin Feng smiled and handed the knife to a guard platoon soldier, and followed quickly go up.

Putting away the knife and walking around, Geng Zhong seemed to have turned into an ordinary but not majestic old man. Qin Feng followed behind him, reminiscing about the knife skills that the old commander spent more than two hours teaching himself, the more he thought about it. The more I feel that it is indescribable: simple, direct, fast and powerful, the seven-stroke big sword technique is a good move for real life-and-death fighting, and it complements the rare and strange Xuankongguan martial arts, which is of great help to Qin Feng.

After walking more than a hundred steps, Geng Zhong suddenly said without thinking: "I will say hello to Song Kui about Song Kui."

Qin Feng nodded, only to hear Geng Zhong sigh and say: "Lao Song is not like my whole family died early. A domineering bastard. But today is different from the past. It is not an era where problems can be solved by fighting and killing. The key is to be reasonable and follow the rules. Lao Song's health has not been as good as in previous years, and he has devoted himself to work. The restraints are not enough, we have to help him manage some old guys together, lest these unruly guys really cause any trouble."