Zhao Yuming's attacks were extremely fierce, which was his weakness. The kitten was as light and erratic as a fairy, and it was behind him in an instant.

However, Zhao Yuming's "Sweeping Thousands of Arms" move had not yet been exhausted, and he was suddenly attacked from behind. If he forcibly withdrew his strength and moved toward the rear, the two forces would go in opposite directions, which would inevitably make his move stiff and expose greater flaws.

But Zhao Yuming is so experienced. In this situation, he immediately made a decision and used the "Flying Immortal" move. Stomping his feet on the ground, he suddenly somersaulted forward, and the wooden sword in his hand followed his move.

Turn over and point directly at the kitten behind you.

The wooden sword in Zhao Yuming's hand connected with Xiaoyao's hand in Mao Mao's hand. The edge of Zhao Yuming's sword was slightly tilted towards Xiaoyao and passed by him. If the two swords touched each other, the wooden sword would definitely be shattered under Xiaoyao.

, Zhao Yuming then shook his wrist and struck hard, hitting Xiaoyao's sword with the tip of the wooden sword. The huge force on the wooden sword instantly deflected Xiaoyao's sword edge.

Mao Mao felt a huge force coming from Xiaoyao, which made her wrist numb. She hurriedly turned to the right to relieve the force, but even so, after Mao Mao relieved her strength, Xiaoyao still took Mao Mao and took three steps back.

, inserted diagonally into the ground for more than a foot.

"Brother, you are bullying me!" Mao Mao felt that his whole arm was numb from the huge force. He simply changed his left hand to hold the hilt of Xiaoyao's sword and pulled Xiaoyao out of the ground.

"Senior brother bullied Mao Mao because of his weak internal energy. If it were just about swordsmanship, there is absolutely no way he could defeat me so easily!" Mao Mao was very unconvinced.

Zhao Yuming relied on his profound internal strength to shake the kitten away. The kitten was just recovering from a serious injury and almost all of its internal strength was lost. How could she catch this move and had to be defeated?

"A master of swordsmanship must have a way to win with cleverness. Your Feixian move is indeed light and exquisite, but the sword that attacks me afterwards has no subtlety at all. If you confront me head-on, you find me

While I have flaws, I am also full of flaws." Zhao Yuming said.

Indeed, supreme swordsmanship should be won by skill. In the hands of some swordsman masters, no matter how strong the opponent's internal strength is, they can avoid their sharp edges, win by cleverness, find the opponent's weaknesses and flaw, and kill them with one blow.

"The subtlety here does not mean how gorgeous the sword moves look when they are executed, but the simplest moves to catch the opponent off guard. The more advanced the swordsmanship, the fewer moves you will make!" Zhao Yuming said.

Mao Mao's idea is indeed good. After joining Feixian, her finger-flicking swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot, but it is still not worth mentioning in the eyes of a swordsman like Zhao Yuming, who can easily defeat her.

When Mao Mao heard this, his face was slightly disappointed. He didn't expect that all his efforts had little effect. He put Xiaoyao on the ground and gently squeezed his right arm with his left hand to relieve the numbness that had not yet subsided.

..

"But." Zhao Yuming changed the subject.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed very creative. Although you and I only exchanged two moves, it did make me feel a little unprepared." Zhao Yuming affirmed.

Mao Mao's swordsmanship was lacking because of his lack of proficiency. If he hadn't been much better than her in that sword attack just now, it's hard to say what the outcome would have been. He might not have been able to defeat Mao Mao so easily.

After being comforted by Zhao Yuming, Mao Mao felt a little better.

"Given time, if you practice more and perfect this sword technique, you will definitely be able to compete with me!" Zhao Yuming said to the kitten again.

"Seriously?" Mao Mao thought these were Zhao Yuming's words to comfort and cheer her up, and was a little suspicious.

"Seriously!" Zhao Yuming affirmed again.

"Okay, senior brother, you have to be careful, I will definitely defeat you with my self-created finger-flicking swordsmanship in the future!" Kitty said angrily to Zhao Yuming.

"I've been waiting for this day!"

From that day on, Zhao Yuming no longer urged Mao Mao to practice internal strength. He understood that everyone had their own way of learning martial arts. Although Mao Mao's progress in internal strength cultivation was too slow, he seemed to be quite good at swordsmanship.

Zhao Yuming was not impressed by Zhao Yuming's talent at first.

But after a period of time, when she fought with Zhao Yuming again, she was able to sustain more than fifteen moves. Zhao Yuming was surprised by her progress, so Zhao Yuming simply let her practice swordsmanship on her own.

For this reason, Zhao Yuming specially cut down a few big trees from the mountain, cut them into wooden figures, and fixed them in the open space for the kitten to practice swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, the kitten was often absent-minded when practicing internal skills, but when he was practicing,

He worked very hard when practicing swordsmanship. Within seven days at a time, Zhao Yuming's wooden figure was cut into pieces of firewood by the kitten because of the sword practice.

Zhao Yuming had no choice but to go to the mountains to cut down trees for the kittens to practice swordsmanship with. The giant trees in the mountains were damaged and became the remains of the kittens' swords.

Autumn turned to winter, and another four months passed by in a flash. The weather gradually became colder, and it actually snowed heavily today.

After this winter, the kitten will be fifteen years old, and Zhao Yuming will be eighteen years old.

In the past few months, Mao Mao has been practicing diligently, and her finger snapping swordsmanship has improved rapidly. Now she can fight with Zhao Yuming for thirty moves without falling behind.

This surprised Zhao Yuming. Mao Mao's talent for swordsmanship was so amazing that Zhao Yuming even felt that her understanding of swordsmanship was better than his own.

In the process of improving Mao Mao's swordsmanship, her internal strength finally made progress. Although it did not improve by leaps and bounds like her swordsmanship, it returned to the point before the injury.

"Brother! It smells so good!" The voice came before the little cat in the heavy snow. She quickly ran in from outside the wall and stood beside Zhao Yuming.

At this time, Zhao Yuming was lighting a pile of firewood under the wooden pavilion in the small courtyard, roasting a plump rabbit in his hands. Drops of oil and water dripped into the flames, and the flames danced.

Zhao Yuming looked up at the kitten running quickly, and saw that she was wearing a snow-white fur coat and holding a gray rabbit in her hand.

A few days ago, the two of them killed several silver foxes in the mountains. Liu Huhu just happened to come. Seeing that the weather was cold this winter, he took them out of the mountains to peel off the furs and made two sets of fox fur coats for Zhao Yuming and Xiao.

Two cats.

The kitten lifted the hat off its head and shook the snow off its body. "This hare is really smart. I chased it for a mile before I caught it."

She showed off to Zhao Yuming.

The weather has been cold these days, and the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, so only these pheasants and hares can be caught for food.

The kitten's internal strength had recovered a lot, and she refused to let go of the finger snapping sword technique, so she simply used these animals to practice her skills. Zhao Yuming saw a little blood on the brain of the hare in the kitten's hand, and it could be seen that it was used by the kitten.

Hitting the brain with a snap of the sword.

"Why are you still wearing a mask?" Zhao Yuming asked.

The kitten was wearing the cat-face mask that Zhao Yuming bought for her. After hearing Zhao Yuming's words, the kitten lifted the mask over her head.

"I'm afraid they will remember my appearance." As he said, the kitten placed the rabbit in his hand at Zhao Yuming's feet.

"hehe."

Zhao Yuming smiled. This little girl really had a lot on her mind. He didn't say anything more and gave the roasted rabbit to the kitten.

"Eat."
Chapter completed!