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Part One: The Divine Condor Chapter 183-184 Eight Ding

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    The weather is fine today, cloudless, the sun is shining, and it is very bright. It is gradually smelling like spring, and it is most suitable for traveling.

    On the sparkling South Lake, dozens of exquisitely painted ships are scattered like colorful petals on the jade-like lake.

    Influenced by Xiao Yuesheng's paintings, the paintings on Nanhu are all more exquisite. Although they are not as grand and elegant as his paintings, they are not inferior to his.

    The gentle breeze blows, warm and a little cold, blowing a few pieces of lively reed grass by the lake, and the clear and crisp singing like an oriole moves with the wind, rippling on the lake, faint and ethereal.  Misty, like the sound of Buddha's words coming from the sky.

    Xiao Yuesheng's figure had just appeared in the back garden of Guanlan Villa, when he suddenly sensed something unusual on the South Lake. On his body, Xiaoyu, Murong Yu, and Zhang Qingyun were fighting, and the fight was endless.

    How could he miss such a good show? His figure immediately disappeared in the back garden and appeared instantly on the most luxurious and magnificent painting in Nanhu.

    "Drink!" "Hold!"

    The sounds of shouting are endless, and Xiaoyu and the others are not fighting silently, but with shouts and screams. The clear voices, supplemented by internal strength, spread far and wide, rippling along the lake like water waves under a painting.  .

    Xiao Yuesheng appeared on the deck of Huafang. Before he could even lift the curtain, he heard the sharp whistling of weapons piercing the air, but did not hear the clanging of gold swords. Xiaoyu's admiration sounded from time to time: "Good!This move  Awesome, a stroke of genius!"

    Xiao Yuesheng didn't want them to notice it, so he restrained his breath as if watching a good show. The thick moon-white velvet curtain could not block his gaze.

    Inside the painting, on the thick and soft milky-white carpet, several milky-white brocade pillars were placed in the corners of the cabin. The low couch and coffee table were also moved to the corners. The milky-white tulle that originally hung down everywhere was  The curtains were also put away, leaving a fairly open area for martial arts. Although it was a little cramped, it was enough to perform small martial arts.

    Xiaoyu wore a moon-white jacket and pleated skirt, as elegant as a fairy and slightly charming. Tingting stood in the center, facing Zhang Qingyun and Murong Yu with a faint smile. The jade hand held an ordinary green-edged sword with a hanging tip.  The ground also looked cold and sharp.

    Xiaoyu's figure is slender and graceful. She is extremely light. At this moment, she is standing with a sword in her sleeves and the other jade hand behind her back. However, she shows the dignified demeanor of a master. She is faintly like a mountain peak and is indestructible. Zhang Qingyun and Murong Yu  The two of them had an inexplicable feeling of rising up to the mountains and looking up at the mountains, and the scenery was still moving.

    Zhang Qingyun is as cold as ever, with ice muscles and snow bones, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe. The long sword in his hand is also white with a white sword and tassel. It is spotless, like a banished immortal. At this time, his eyes like cold stars are staring at Xiaoyu, as if he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to strike.  .

    Murong Yu is wearing a blue Confucian shirt and is dressed like a man. However, her long eyebrows and delicate red eyes make her look like a man no matter how much she dresses up as a man. She is charming and beautiful everywhere.

    At this time, she raised her eyebrows and her eyes were wide open, but she also had an indescribable strength and vigor, and she had the air of a man who would not be inferior to women.

    "Mrs. Yu, this little girl needs to show off her real skills!" Murong Yu's bright and beautiful face gradually became solemn and she said slowly in a low voice.

    "Mrs. Yu's martial arts skills are indeed extraordinary. I must also go all out. Madam, please be careful!" Zhang Qingyun's cold voice was also solemn.

    Xiaoyu smiled and nodded, but she was also eager to try.

    Since she became one of the mistresses of Guanlan Villa, she had very few opportunities to take action in person. When she secretly followed the young master to the Shaolin Temple, she teamed up with Xiaoyue and fought against the evil Dharma King Pasiba, but she was not interested.  There was no real fighting with anyone anymore, just sparring with Xiaoxing and the others.

    But after all, real hands-on practice is different from sparring and practicing. She only knows that her martial arts is high, far superior to the martial arts people outside the village, but to what extent she is, she is extremely curious. Now she has the opportunity to meet Beiqing Wei  With Nan Murong, Xiaoyu couldn't get it.

    "Please!" Xiaoyu pursed her lips slightly, suppressing her excitement and returning her mood to the state of calmness in an ancient well and a clear sky. Her state of mind was like a mirror, reflecting all the movement and stillness around her.

    "Take the move!" Murong Yu was no longer polite. He placed his deerskin boots lightly on his feet. He carried his sword like an arrow and stabbed straight at Xiaoyu. It was like a bolt of lightning that struck out with great speed.

    As Xiaoxing¡¯s best friend, she has fought against Xiaoxing before and knows that their martial arts in Guanlan Villa are unfathomable. She is as curious as Xiaoyu in her heart. How high are their martial arts?

    Murong Yu's sword light was as fast as lightning, but in Xiaoyu's eyes, it was as slow as a crawling turtle. She smiled, turned her wrist, and twirled the Qingfeng sword. The long sword arced from the inside out, shining like a crescent moon.  In front of everyone's eyes, Murong Yu's long sword suddenly hit the spinning top like water droplets, and was thrown out as soon as it met.When Murong Yu performs his moves, he always puts seven to three and never exerts all his strength. This is the way to send and receive freely.

    But with Xiaoyu's light spin, the Qingfeng sword contained an overwhelming force. Compared with it, Murong Yu's three-thirds of strength was like a cricket shaking a tree or a mantis blocking a car.

    This force of strength was condensed and undissipated. It was extremely weird, like a maggot attached to a bone. Murong Yu could no longer control the sword he thrust out, and involuntarily pierced the air on Xiaoyu's right side, getting faster and faster.  The sound of "hiss¡ª¡ª" was like cracking jade silk, which showed how fast the speed was.

    The apricot-yellow sword tassel swung, and the polyester-wrapped hilt of the sword followed the trend and pointed towards Murong Yuxiang's shoulder, which was involuntarily moved. It was light and easy.

    "Be careful!" Xiaoyu's sword hilt was about to touch Murong Yu, and Zhang Qingyun's cold shout suddenly sounded in front of her.

    A sharp blast of cold air, like a cone, hit her right chest, forcing her to hide to the left or back, and the sword hilt could no longer be knocked off.

    Attacking him will save him, and he is as accurate as lightning. Zhang Qingyun¡¯s sword is extremely powerful!

    "If a man and a woman fight, there is an unwritten rule in the martial arts world. Men cannot attack women's sensitive parts. Otherwise, it will be a deliberate insult, obscene and shameless, and will not stop until death."

    When women fight, they naturally don¡¯t have such scruples. Xiaoyu¡¯s feet are straight and not moving at all. She smiles casually, twists her wrist in the opposite direction, and draws a natural arc with the Qingfeng sword, from the outside to the inside.  As if the disease was slowing down, Zhang Qingyun's cold sword was turned away.

    Zhang Qingyun immediately understood why Murong Yu stabbed into the air without hesitation even though he knew he was stabbing into the air!

    The force on the sword was unparalleled and endless. Although she tried her best to resist, she still stabbed Murong Yu in the back involuntarily.

    Murong Yu reacted very quickly. Although he didn't have time to turn around, the long sword turned around and drew a half-arc flash of light, like eyes on the back of his head, accurately blocking Zhang Qingyun's long sword.

    "Qiang!" The sound of gold and iron echoed continuously, faintly like a dragon's roar, and Xiaoyu, who was walking leisurely, thought to herself, it seems that these two swords are indeed of extraordinary quality.

    Xiaoyu's strength attached to Zhang Qingyun's sword was still there, as heavy as a thousand pieces of metal. Murong Yuru was struck by the electricity, and she couldn't help but staggered back two steps. Her face, which was originally as white as snow, suddenly turned red.

    Outside the cabin, Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s hand stroking his mustache paused for a moment, and he couldn¡¯t help but grit his teeth, with a look of reluctance on his face. The carpet inside the cabin was not an ordinary thing, it was worth thousands of gold!

    This milky white carpet is made entirely of lambswool. It looks thick but feels like silk satin. Even lying on it is as good as lying on a goose down couch. It is extremely comfortable and warm. Hua Fei is moored in Nanhu all day long.  On the boat, there is no moisture at all, which is due to the carpet.

    Murong Yu was shocked and took two steps back. She tried her best to resist it. Suddenly, two footprints were deeply imprinted on it. This carpet was probably ruined!

    The Buddha of Infinite Life!  Amitabha!

    "Cough!" Xiao Yuesheng coughed heavily. He couldn't let these three women lose their fortune anymore. He didn't care about watching the show and interrupted their interest.

    "Who!" Zhang Qingyun shouted coldly.

    As soon as Xiao Yuesheng's breath was released, Xiaoyu suddenly felt it and laughed softly: "Is it the young master?"

    "Well, it's me!" Xiao Yuesheng agreed, lifted the curtain and floated in.

    "Haha it's Miss Murong, what a rare visitor!" Xiao Yuesheng pretended to see Murong Yu for the first time, cupped his hands and smiled, his expression was quite affectionate, and his gentle smile was as warm as the spring breeze.

    Because Murong Yu's skills were overstretched, the blush on her face had not faded, and she was charming and charming. Although she was depressed, fortunately she was competing with Xiao Xing, so she was not too shocked.

    She looked at Xiao Yuesheng with her eyes changing several times, and finally she smiled faintly, bowed and bowed: "I've met Master Xiao!Is the Master okay?!"

    The last sentence sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth. Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s last stab was a bit too cruel. No wonder Murong Yu was so worried about it.

    Although Xiao Yuesheng didn't use his mind-reading skills, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of her teeth grinding, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

    "Thanks to Miss Murong, I will eat well and sleep soundly!" Xiao Yuesheng turned around and nodded to Zhang Qingyun, then cupped his hands to Murong Yu, his smile still warm: "Is Mr. Murong in good health?"

    His answer was polite and seemed appropriate, but in Murong Yu's ears, it was indescribably harsh, like a cat crying over a mouse. The following words made her even more angry and secretly sucked.  Very angry.

    Even though Murong Yu was extremely well-educated, she still took a breath and forced a smile: "My father has recovered, and I would like to thank the owner of the village for the elixir!"

    "That's very good. Come on, let's sit down and talk!" Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his arms and pointed to Jindun where Xiaoyu had just moved.

      Their sparring has come to an end. They each sheathed their swords. Murong Yu and Zhang Qingyun looked at each other and smiled at each other, but their hearts were filled with fear. They knew that the other party was not inferior to them. As for Mrs. Xiaoyu, they had already rested.  Competitive thoughts.

    The four of them sat down to talk. From their words, Xiao Yuesheng could hear Murong Yu's despair. Since his father Murong Ye recovered from the disease, he had been wandering around the gate of hell. He felt like he had a great enlightenment, his ambition was gone, and he no longer wanted to go back to hell.  Do things in vain.

    Murong Yu came here this time because he heard from Ye Zhong, the leader of the Maple Leaf Sword Sect, that Guanlan Villa wanted Qingwei Maple Leaf to reconcile, so he took the opportunity to come to the house to show reconciliation.

    Of course, Murong Yu would not directly say, we surrender!  It was just a tactful expression of the intention of getting married, and the rest was known by Xiao Yuesheng's mind-reading skills.

    Xiao Yuesheng was a little surprised. He really didn¡¯t expect that the Murong family was so easy to get along with!

    He was prepared to subdue the enemy without a fight, and there were many back-up moves waiting for them. Now, before he could use them, the opponent surrendered cleanly, which made him feel quite disappointed!

    Among them, Xiaoxing played the most important role. She persuaded Murong Yu, and seeing that she had no intention of changing her mind, she simply told the Murong family's background one by one, and even revealed the location of the Murong family's arsenal, and told Murong Yu  Tan was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth and felt cold.

    Although Xiaoxing kept silent about everything about Guanlan Villa, Murong Yu knew a little bit and was able to find out the secrets of his family so clearly. His power was really terrifying.

    Xiao Yuesheng married Guo Fu and became the son-in-law of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. With the help of the Beggar Clan, Guanlan Villa became even more powerful, and the Murong family was unable to resist.

    ??Winning or losing at the moment is nothing to worry about, it is a common thing for military strategists. The courage of the Murong family is extraordinary.

    They could afford to let it go, so they simply gave up the idea of ??restoring the country for the time being. With Xiaoxing here and having no stake in Guanlan Villa, there was no danger to their safety.

    ¡°Besides, Murong Ye had another wishful thinking going on, and he was encouraging his daughter to go to Guanlan Villa more often.

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    Xiao Yuesheng went to Guo Mansion in Xiangyang to examine the formations he taught.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? outlly out out out of Shaolin, "Shaolin Thirteen Stick Formation" was learned on the battlefield during the Tang Dynasty, when the thirteen Shaolin warrior monks helped Emperor Taizong Li Shimin rule the country.

    The world-famous Shaolin Luohan Formation emphasizes the use of many against one, surrounding and attacking, and is specifically used to protect the temple. However, this Thirteen Stick Formation goes in the opposite direction, with thirteen people hugging each other to form a formation.  Against the enemy, they echoed each other and covered each other. Thirteen people could fight against many people, which was similar to the flying geese formation and snake formation commonly used in the army at that time.

    Xiao Yuesheng changed the Thirteen Sticks Formation into a formation of eight people. With the Nine Palaces and Bagua footwork and the Qimen Dunjia technique, its power was far beyond the original Thirteen Sticks Formation.

    Xiao Yuesheng heard that Zhuge Kongming¡¯s Eight Formation Diagrams existed in ancient times, but unfortunately they have been lost for a long time. Although he deduced them based on the Book of Changes, he read ancient books, looked up the descriptions of the Eight Formation Diagrams, and created many formations.

    There is a small school martial arts field in Guo Mansion. Although it is not big enough, it can be used for about a hundred people to practice formations, but it is enough.

    The warm sun is shining high in the sky, almost in the middle, the sky is clear and cloudless, and it is refreshing and bright. It is a rare good weather. Even in Xiangyang, it is beginning to feel like spring.

    The school martial arts field in Guo Mansion is paved with blue bricks. It has some pits and is not very smooth. It seems that it has been used quite frequently. Fortunately, the surrounding area is like this. If it is close to the center of the school field, it is much smoother and does not hinder its use.

    Guo Jing runs his family like he runs an army. Every five days, the servants in the house gather for training. Except for the women, the old and the weak, everyone is required to participate.

    This is also Guo Jing¡¯s painstaking effort. He is really not sure whether Xiangyang City can be defended. If the city is really broken, these trained people will have more opportunities to escape than ordinary people.

    Guo Jing, Huang Rong and his wife, the four guest ministers from the Guo Mansion, the elders of the Beggar Clan, Lu Youjiao, Sun Qiufeng and Sun Qiuyu, as well as the young heroes of the Guo Mansion, Lu Yun and Xia Houjie, were sitting at the end of the school martial arts field with Xiao Yuesheng.  On the stage, he looked at the noisy crowd not far away below.

    Among a group of men, Huang Rong, who was wearing a blue and white ruqi, was like a flower set against the green leaves, fragrant and moving, attracting everyone's attention with every move she made.

    Guo Jing was sitting on a wicker chair in the middle, holding three small flags in his hands, one each in red, yellow and green. The flags were all full in color and extremely conspicuous in the bright sunshine.

    Huang Rong sat on his left side, Xiao Yuesheng sat on his right, and the others sat on both sides. Sun Qiufeng and Sun Qiuyu stood behind Guo Jing.

    Everyone on the stage remained silent and carefully observed the two groups of people below the stage. They had no idea why they were here.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?He held a bright red flag on his right, pointed at the crowd not far below, and said to Xiao Yuesheng beside him: "Guanlan, these people are servants in the house, and they know some basic kung fu."

    Then he pointed at the eight people who were alone in the group: "The eight people selected are smarter and about the same height. They have been practicing your Eight Ding Formation for more than ten days. Although they are still a little unfamiliar, they can barely walk correctly.  Footwork let's see today how powerful this formation is!"

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded with a smile and looked carefully. The eight people were all dressed in brown shorts. They were all young and strong men with plenty of energy and medium build. They stood together and looked very neat. They were very different from the height of the other group.  different.

    The eight people gathered in a group, whispering to each other in low voices, which seemed very quiet, and very different from the noisy chatting and laughing of the other group of people.

    It seems that a preliminary tacit understanding has been formed among these eight people. Xiao Yuesheng nodded, feeling a little more confident.

    The Eight-Ding Formation created by Xiao Yuesheng seems simple. It only has eight positions, and each person occupies one position, and then moves around endlessly, like a horse watching a lantern, but the difficulties are complicated.

    If the formation does not move, everyone only needs to remember the exact position of the eight directions. When moving, step on the footprints of the previous person and walk around the center of the formation. This is not difficult.

    But if the formation moves, everything will be turned upside down. It is not easy for eight people to maintain a distance from the people in front, back, left, and right. If there is even a slight difference, the formation will be broken.

    Huang Rong was still smart and quick-witted, and she came up with a method, which was to use the weapon and arm as a ruler. She only had to touch the weapon once with the person behind her and the person on her right to determine the exact position.

    After solving the position problem, it is about tacit understanding and rhythm. When running, eight people need to move at the same time. Even if one person is faster or slower, the formation will immediately break down.

    There are also some trivial problems, which feel like they are countless. Just one of them can give you a headache for a long time. Xiao Yuesheng can't help but lament that it is easy to create a formation, but difficult to practice it!

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out of the sect of Guanlan Villa, he threw out a set of formations, and they were able to learn it in a short period of time. Ordinary people cannot ask this.

    The Bading Formation was already extremely simple. Seeing how hard these people practiced it, he gave up the idea of ??letting them practice more powerful formations.

    "If this formation is really as powerful as you said, then spread it to our Beggar Clanah? Guanlan, how about it?" Huang Rong's clear eyes turned from those people to Xiao Yuesheng, and asked with a smile,  Lu Youjiao, who was beside Huang Rong, immediately pricked up his ears.

    "Okay, if mother-in-law doesn't mind, go ahead and use it!" Xiao Yuesheng replied in a hearty voice, which made Huang Rong smile like a flower. The sky and the earth lit up. Huang Rong now has a tendency to become younger and younger as she gets older.

    "Ahem!Okay, let's start!" Guo Jing saw that all the pear wooden knives of the same size were distributed, so he coughed and announced the start. He couldn't wait.

    With the knife in hand, the originally lazy and noisy crowd suddenly changed their momentum. They each found their own positions. There was no more noisy talking, and the school martial arts field suddenly became solemn.

    The quiet atmosphere was filled with inexplicable pressure, and a cold aura spread from the neatly arranged crowd.

    Xiao Yuesheng secretly admired that his father-in-law was a master of military training for being able to train his servants like this!

    "Attack!" Guo Jing stood up fiercely and waved the green flag vigorously. His deep voice echoed in the air, like a bell clanging in the sky.

    "Kill!" The crowd stamped with all their strength, and there was a loud "bang" sound. The whole school seemed to tremble, and then they roared in unison. The momentum was so majestic and violent that it was like a hundred people roaring in unison.

    An ordinary timid person may be frightened and fall to the ground when he hears this roar. If he is not a real war horse, he may be frightened away when he encounters this roar.

    The green flag on Guo Jing's right hand fell like a slashing knife. Ten people rushed out of the crowd and divided into two teams. They kept a fan shape. Their steps were neat and heavy, holding the wooden knife tightly, and rushed towards the eight people standing with the knife, like a wave of waves.  Towards the reef.

    The eight people were going through the battle for the first time, and they were frightened by their momentum. They were a little panicked. The ten people rushed over like galloping horses with flying scarves. They all had fierce expressions, gnashing their teeth and widening their eyes with anger, as if they saw a sworn enemy.  To the enemy, one can see Guo Jing's skill in military training. His expression is also a kind of weapon, making it a deterrent and able to deprive the enemy of morale.

    "Form up!" one of them shouted loudly. When the ten people rushed in front of them, eight people quickly moved back to back, hugging each other like hedgehogs.

    The wooden sword was raised horizontally. Like an eight-handed monster, it could block attacks from any direction. Before the ten people got close, it had begun to rotate slowly, like a gear. The wooden sword stretched out in three directions, up, middle and down. Sitting on the school platform  In everyone's eyes, those eight people looked like three-petaled lotuses.Release the rotation.

    ¡°Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk¡­¡± the muffled sound could not be heard without stopping. The two teams finally came into contact with each other, and their wooden swords struck and collided with each other.

    "Ahhh" "Damn it!" "It hurts so much!" "I'm dead, I'm going to die!"

    The screams suddenly sounded, and it was so chaotic that it lost all the uniformity it had just now.

    Ding Chengang, the childlike-faced Infinite Sword man, stood up and was about to jump down. He was going to supervise the casualties of the two groups of people and remove those who were hit by wooden swords in vital parts and count them as dead in battle.

    Hearing the screams, Ding Chen stopped and looked up, only to see that the ten people who had been so powerful fell to the ground, and wooden knives were scattered on the ground.

    None of the ten people were standing, either stroking their wrists or touching their bellies, wailing on the ground. The ones with less willpower were rolling and howling. The sound was so shrill that it was horrifying to hear.

    Fortunately, the school ground is paved with blue bricks and there are dedicated people responsible for cleaning. They rolled around on the ground, but no mess was found.

    Ding Chen glanced at Guo Jing and saw that he had no expression on his face. His originally dull face was highlighted by his dazzling eyes, and he suddenly became dignified and solemn. His aura was as thick as a mountain. Seeing his cheeks rolling, he must have gritted his teeth in anger.

    Ding Chen jumped down, his crane cloak fluttering, and landed in front of the eight people who were standing blankly with blank expressions. He first looked at their wooden knives, but there was no blood on them. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned around to look at the wooden knives on the ground or on the ground.  Ten people lying down, sitting or rolling.

    At this time, the condition of the ten people improved, and the rolling and howling stopped. They were just pale and a little depressed.

    Ding Chen leaned over to check one by one, and found that they were indeed seriously injured. In just a short while, the wrists of three of them were swollen like steamed buns, purple and shiny, and two others were chopped on the neck, with bloody marks, and they were unconscious.  , the rest of them were injured in their arms or stomachs, but they were not serious, they just hurt a little.

    Everyone sitting on the stage, except Xiao Yuesheng and Guo Jing, did not see clearly how those ten people were knocked down. They looked at each other in shock and surprise.

    From what Huang Rong said to Xiao Yuesheng just now, they already knew that they were invited to watch. It was the formation of these eight people. Although they had watched it carefully, they still couldn't see it clearly. It was really surprising.

    The group of people standing quietly not far away tightened their wooden knives in their hands, their expressions were solemn, their momentum did not diminish, but there was no longer any contempt in their hearts.

    "Carry them down and let the doctor treat them well!" Although Guo Jing was angry, he was kind-hearted after all. He snorted angrily, waved his hand, and had the ten people on the ground carried away.

    "It looks like it's okay!" Huang Rong turned her head slightly, her eyes were wandering, and she whispered to Xiao Yuesheng through Guo Jing.

    "There are too few people!" Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache that looked darker and brighter in the sun, and shook his head: "There are too few people, and we can't tell the good from the bad."

    "Father-in-law, let's try it with twenty people!" Xiao Yuesheng suggested. He was not afraid of Guo Jing's cold expression.

    "Okay, twenty people!" Guo Jing groaned, nodded in agreement, and replaced the red flag in his hand with an apricot-yellow flag.

    Guo Jing is so disappointed in his servants!  I couldn't help but blush for them. Why did they howl so loudly?  !

    With everyone around him in silence, and under their burning gazes, Guo Jing stood up.

    "Attack!" He shouted angrily, and the apricot-yellow flag shook vigorously on his head.

    "Kill!" Everyone in the school grounds immediately stamped their feet and roared, full of murderous intent. The birds passing by in the sky were frightened, accelerated suddenly, and fled away.

    "It's a pity that the school grounds are too tidy. If there is dust, it will fly into the air when they stamp their feet, adding to the momentum of the battlefield."

    The apricot-yellow flag that had been waving for a few times was suddenly chopped down. Four groups of twenty people rushed out of the formation. Holding knives in both hands, they fiercely attacked the eight people standing back to back.

    But those eight people stood proudly with their swords raised, motionless, expressionless, and extremely calm. Their eyes moved, but they revealed a hint of pride. The round just now had given them great confidence in the formation they had practiced.

    "Form up! Stretch your arms!" The twenty people had just rushed halfway when the thinnest one among the eight shouted in a hissing voice.

    The eight people immediately raised their wooden knives horizontally, with their tips facing each other, converging at a point. At the same time, they stretched out their left arms, forming a circle. The eight people walked around the circle, as if they were ignoring the twenty people rushing towards them.

    The eight people walked faster and faster, changing places. One person's footsteps landed on the position of the previous one, with great precision. They went back and forth endlessly, like a wheel. After two rounds, everyone watching on the stage felt that the eight people had transformed into  Seeing sixteen people, if it is real or illusory, is extremely mysterious. Even if you shake your head vigorously, wipe your eyes and look again, it is still the same, as if there are really sixteen people.

    In the blink of an eye, the twenty people rushed in. They had learned the lesson of the ten people and no longer dispersed. Instead, they formed two rows and attacked like a wave, specializing in the center of the formation.The three people in front of the attack.

    With a hissing roar, he raised the knife with both hands and struck hard, with an indomitable momentum and no spared strength.

    "Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk" The sound of the wooden knife hitting was endless, as fast as rain hitting plantains.

    The fierce attack of these twenty people did not stop the eight people. They either held the sword horizontally on their chests, or diagonally downwards, or diagonally upwards. They just kept running according to their steps, regardless of the wooden swords coming in front of them.

    There were external blows, which stimulated the eight people to speed up their pace, and gradually they were divided into thirty-two people. However, their qualifications were limited and their speed was not fast enough. Their figures were vague and vague, not as clear as the sixteen shadows.

    "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ouch!" "Fuck!"

    The shouts were heard again, mixed with the wooden swords that kept flying up to the sky. Wuliangjian Ding Chen, who was supervising the battle on the side, was very busy. Anyone who was hit with wooden swords flying away or hit in vital parts was caught by him like an eagle.  It was raised like a chicken.

    His movements were elegant and swift, and he possessed the charm of Qinggong of the Tianshan Sword School, which made everyone on the stage marvel in admiration. However, Guo Jing, his wife, and Xiao Yuesheng stared at the eight people in the formation, unable to take their eyes away.

    In the blink of an eye, half of the twenty people had been eliminated, and only ten people were surrounding them with knives. The remaining ten people had injuries on their legs, arms, or even cheeks. No one was intact.  There were no defects, but they were not fatal injuries, so they were not carried away by Ding Chen.

    Everyone on the stage was stunned. Xiao Yuesheng whispered in Guo Jing's ear: "Father-in-law, thirty more people will be added!"

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    During Guo Jing's slight hesitation, the Eight-Ding Formation moved more smoothly, only to see a shadow of a knife covering thirty-two figures, with no water splashing in, making it dazzling.

    After all, the ten people who had been stabbed a lot were not real soldiers. They were suddenly defeated and fell to the ground one after another. Some were knocked away by wooden swords, or were cut to critical points. They were all carried away like chickens by the Infinite Sword Ding Chen. Guo Jing specially ordered  , Don¡¯t be too polite to those who are defeated.

    "Attack¡ª¡ª!!" Guo Jing stood up from his seat, waved the red flag as bright as blood, and quickly chopped it down.

    "Kill!" everyone roared and stamped their feet with great force, causing a loud shock.

    Even though there are only half of the original number of people, the momentum has not decreased but increased, and the green bricks seem to be cracked by stamping on them.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? did not turn into?wastes when they were all turned into?wastes?by those young juniors, it was really "tolerable, but who can't be tolerated"!  Even if they risk their lives, they can't be so proud!  Otherwise, I won¡¯t be able to see anyone in the future!

    After stamping their feet, the remaining servants rushed over, clenching their teeth more tightly and opening their eyes wider, charging straight forward like a glaring King Kong. Their speed was much faster than those in front of them, and they were almost as strong as cavalry.

    Knowing that specialization is not enough, they use groups as a unit, and each group attacks one person. This is their specialty. In daily training, they usually use groups as a unit.

    But in front of the flying Eight-Ding Formation, this move had no effect. They could only see a shadow of knives, but could not see the person clearly. Five knives struck at the same time, but they often missed the target.

    "Oh!" "Ah!" "Humph!"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:?? Enduring the pain in their bodies, they continued to attack themselves and didn¡¯t believe in evil anymore!  There are just eight people in such a circle. Even if they hide, they can't hide anywhere!  At this time, everyone's eyes were red and bloodshot, and they had already fired up the real fire.

    Ding Chen, the Infinite Sword, showed no mercy. He kept moving through the crowd and had no time to handle it lightly. He threw everyone out of the battle group.

    "His internal strength is superb, and he controls the internal force in his hands exquisitely. Anyone who lands on the ground falls gently. This exquisite use of the internal force in his hand makes Lu Yun and Xia Houjie admire and envy them in their hearts.

    In everyone's surprised eyes, the eight-person formation suddenly suffocated. In the shadow of the sword, the thirty-two vague figures suddenly disappeared, revealing the true bodies of the eight people, but one of them had an empty hand.  The wooden knife flew a dozen steps away.

    In the blink of an eye, this man¡¯s clothes were torn to pieces and criss-crossed, he had been stabbed more than a dozen times, his face was as pale as paper, his steps were disordered, and the Eight Ding Formation was suddenly broken.

    After endless attacks, only a dozen or so people were left. Seeing the dazzling silhouette of the sword in front of them suddenly disappear, they couldn't help but froze, and the sword slowed down.

    "Tiancan Formation!" Among the eight people, the young man with the brightest eyes shouted loudly.

    The remaining six people in the formation changed their steps when the opponent raised their swords to strike. Before Wuliang Sword Ding Chen could lift the injured person away, the other seven people formed an irregular circle with him as the center.  Start running.

    It¡¯s just that their steps were obviously not very proficient, and they hadn¡¯t formed a formation yet. More than a dozen people on the other side had already reacted, and more than a dozen knives were slashing at them all at once,?The swordsmanship of the seven is not stronger than the opponent's, and it is even weaker because of their youth.

    "Ah!" "Oh!" "Hmph!" "Yeah!"

    Under the happy gazes of a dozen people with red eyes, the seven people who had not started their footwork were suddenly stabbed one after another and screamed in agony. It can be said that the situation is changing.

    ¡°Stop¡ª¡ª!¡± Guo Jing stood up and shouted loudly, like spring thunder. The servants with little martial arts skills in the field suddenly had tinnitus in their ears, their eyesight turned black, and their hands holding wooden swords became extremely soft.

    This battle has never been better. There are wounded everywhere, and almost no one is spared.

    Huang Rong sent more people to ask a few doctors to come over and give him a good treatment. Everyone followed Guo Jing back to the hall.

    The front windows of the hall were all opened, and bright sunlight shone in from the windows, making the hall extremely bright.

    The breeze blowing in from the window was still a bit chilly. Huang Rong did not greet the servants, but walked up to pick up her clothes, stretched her arms and waist, and closed the windows one by one.

    Except for Lu Yun and Xia Houjie, who were too young and not qualified to discuss matters, everyone else gathered together and discussed what they had just seen.

    Speaking of formations, the Beggar Clan also has a dog-beating formation, which is very powerful, but compared with the Eight-Ding formation just now, it is really nothing.

    And Lu Youjiao heard the gang leader say that he wanted to come to the Beggar Clan to use this formation. At this time, the excitement in his heart could not be expressed in words.

    "Compared to these servants who have crude martial arts skills, four or five disciples of the Beggar Clan can beat them four or five times. If they learn this formation, how can they still do it?"  !

    The more Lu Youjiao thought about it, the more excited he became. He picked up and put down the dark green and slightly yellow dog beating stick. He picked it up and put it down. In the blink of an eye, it had changed several positions.

    Huang Rong saw that her son-in-law was frowning and silent, just stroking his black mustache and frowning in thought. She couldn't help but sit down next to him, came up to him, and asked softly: "What's the matter, Guanlan?"  ?¡±

    "Huh?" Xiao Yuesheng woke up from the misty clouds, and looked up to see his mother-in-law's smooth and jade-like face full of concern, and couldn't help but smile: "It's nothing."

    Huang Rongbingxue is smart and thoughtful. She turned her bright eyes, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Guanlan is not satisfied with the Eight-Ding Formation?"

    "Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng didn't hide it from his mother-in-law. He chinned slightly, put down his left hand that was stroking his beard, shook his head and sighed: "Alas! This formation is not very useful!"

    In the bright hall, everyone's chatter suddenly dropped a few degrees, and their ears perked up. Although they were not very clear about the abilities of the Guo family's eldest son-in-law, they deeply respected him, and they naturally paid attention to his words.  abnormal.

    "How do you say this?!" Huang Rong's delicate eyebrows suddenly frowned slightly. She knew that her son-in-law would not make unreasonable targets, and her heart sank involuntarily. She glanced around and stared at him with bright eyes.

    "This formation is still too difficult for ordinary soldiers to learn Besides, this kind of tacit understanding cannot be formed in a short time."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly, blaming himself for not caring about worldly affairs for too long, and he became a little idealistic. After thinking about it, he sighed: "It seems that we can only select some smart people to form an elite team!  But I'm afraid that time is too tight and I won't be able to make it in time!"

    It is almost spring now. Although it is not as good as autumn, we still have to guard against Mongolia sending troops to attack the city.

    "It would be enough if we could form a small team, but Guan Lan is too greedy!With their help when defending the city, if one is equal to ten, the city will be impregnable!" Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him first, and then smiled sweetly, disapproving of her son-in-law's pessimism.  .

    Guo Jing, who was listening silently, also nodded and agreed with his wife. There are elite and ordinary soldiers. It is an incredible achievement to make the elite even more elite.

    "If that's the case, then we need to practice harder, they won't be able to use the Tiancan Formation at all!"

    Xiao Yuesheng thought about it. He was indeed too greedy. The most important thing for Xiangyang City was to defend the city, rather than engage in field battles with the Mongolian soldiers. Under the cavalry, these small formations would not work at all. It seemed that an eight formations had to be designed.  It looks like a big formation!

    The Tiancan Formation is composed of seven people. When the Eight Ding Formation is broken and one person is missing, the Tian Can Formation can be used to resist the enemy, and its power is even greater than that of the Eight Ding Formation.

    The name of Tiancan is by no means empty talk. Once this formation rotates, the seven people in the formation will be like the seven stars of the Big Dipper gathering in the sky. The energy and spirit of the whole body will be connected into one. The footwork and the mental method are in line with each other. The mental method is an inspiring one.  The potential method, after half an hour, it takes more than a month to recover.

    After the Tiancan Formation, there is the Five Elements Formation, which emphasizes balance, contains vitality, and emphasizes defense. The five elements are all present, constantly flowing, moist and full of vitality, just like the movement of Heaven, which is constantly improving.

    If you are a martial artist in the martial arts world, you can learn these formations after the Five Elements Formation, including the Four Symbols, Three Talents, and Two Instruments.The benefits are endless. For ordinary people, if the martial arts is not high, the power is limited, and it is difficult to exert the effectiveness of the formation. Moreover, the requirements for understanding are too high. Rather than expending such energy, it is better to practice the Bading, Tiancan, and Five Elements formations.

    "Gang leader" Seeing that they had stopped talking, Lu Youjiao hesitated. He scratched the back of his ears with his thick-jointed hands. His hesitant attitude was quite inconsistent with his always straightforward temperament, but he had a different kind of honesty.

    "What's the matter, Elder Lu? There are no outsiders here!" Huang Rong turned away from Xiao Yuesheng and said coquettishly, with a smile on her face.
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