Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 14: With cleverness
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Chen Ang sword-tip dancing lightly, a little under the jaw of Zhengzhou Liuhemen Xia Lao boxer who stepped forward, let him walk down the stage with shame, Chen Ang closed the sword and stood, turned back to Ding Mian, facing He tapped gently, and then slightly moved his index finger.
"Ding Mian, you came here today, why are you standing still now?"
Ding Mian watched Chen Ang winning one after another easily, and his face was very green. When he saw such a provocation by Chen Ang, he was so angry that the green muscles on his head burst out. He gritted his teeth and said: "It's daring! You are looking for your own way, Self-seeking death! "He shouted 'Self-seeking death' twice, and the sound of his teeth was clear and audible.
"Demon thief, let's die!" Ding Mian drew out her long sword, the tip of her toes was a little bit, the huge body was like a big bird, and she passed the crowd twice, showing that it was not like his slightly fat body. Awesome light work that meets.
As soon as his wrist turned, Jianguang had shaken out ten thousand pear flowers, and the pieces were scattered. The hidden killer in Huamei, even Chen Ang could not help but nodded secretly. The Songshan School was indeed the leader of Wuyue, and nothing else Only by looking at Ding Mian's swordsmanship, he will never settle down under the Master of the Escape. The internal force is even more than that. The prosperity of Songshan talents can be seen.
No wonder Zuo Lengchan has the heart of annexing the Wuyue Sword School. When he asked Wudang to be the Shaolin ambition, it was really a step of a hundred feet. He had to go like this, otherwise the Songshan School would be in decline. The Huashan School is the same.
Ding Mian ’s sword skills were swayed, and with his strong internal strength, the energizing strength was like a strong wind. With the long sword in his hand as the center, the surrounding air was shattered, and he stood on the periphery of a few feet. The person who was forced by him felt hard to breathe and was speechless.
The Chen Ang that faced Ding Mianfeng was even stagnant. The posture on his hand couldn't help but loosen. He didn't have the internal force at all, and he couldn't resist this energy. He could only respond by adjusting his breath. Ding Mian watched for a long time below, and had already peeped through his weak points of internal strength. This time it was precisely for his weaknesses, and he wanted to win the game with strength.
Ding Mian peeped into his flaws, his long sword flashed in his hand, a few light turns in the air, like a lightning bolt, but the inner force on the sword became thicker and thicker, and then he was swept away as if by a sword The light pulled, leaps a few feet, and came to Chen Ang.
Shoot! The fierce Yinman draws an arc, although the cast is not fast, but the convergence of the sword light is far better than the other. In contrast to the normal state of the fast sword before, slow and fast, solid foundation, every move is clearly visible, but the sword The strength on the air is thick, and the sound of breaking the sky whizzes, even if it is one point away, it will be hurt by Jian Qi.
The swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword School naturally focuses on the change of light spirits, because all swords always use a sharp edge to hurt people, and the lethality is naturally seven points more powerful than the fist, whether it is a rookie or a five-body Indifferent scholars, as long as the blade of the sword pierces the enemy's throat, it can make people accountable.
It is not important to hit the enemy. The internal strength is not important. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors in the hit. Therefore, light and fast, change and mysterious swordsmanship have become the mainstream of the rivers and lakes. Therefore, those who learn swords are not only hurting their enemies with their blades, but also advocating for change.
Ding Mian sees clearly below. Nothing is faster than Chen Ang. The mysterious change is not able to escape the eyes of Chen Ang. The mainstream swordsmanship of the rivers and lakes is a person born with powerful perception. restraint. On the contrary, Yue Buqun, who uses the clever sword technique with Qi Qi Yu Jian, has the upper hand.
The slow sword played all the way, it ’s all about hurting people, not pursuing changes in swordsmanship, but pushing with internal strength, the sword of Songshan in Ding Mian ’s hands is more meteorological, strict and majestic, and powerful. Three points better than when you hit fast.
"Ding!"
The two swords intersect in the evacuation. The Chen Ang sword shook, hitting the same position of Ding Mian Changjian three times in a row, but staggered the blade at a right angle, striking three inches below the center of gravity of the sword. Vital.
"What?"
Ding Mian's hand holding the sword shook, almost unable to pinch the handle of the sword, his face changed drastically, "How is it possible?" He shot with the backhand of his palm, and a force of Peiran vigorously ran on his left hand. Tota.
Tota hand Ding Mian, it is from this palm.
Pentium ’s palm power drained with his beat, even if it was a huge stone in front of him, it could burst three points. If he was photographed, Chen Ang's internal organs would be turned into meat, Dante Mian's face immediately gloomy When he came down, he caught a glimpse of Hanmang flying up and shot him directly in the eyes, but it was Chen Ang's left hand, and at three o'clock Hanguang greeted him.
Ding Mian had to fly back, with palm power all over the front three feet, stagnating the hidden weapon of the lasing, and a long sword in his right hand flew it. But at this time, Chen Ang is holding the sword with both hands, the shoulder is slightly lower by three points, and the long sword comes up from the oblique thorn below.
This hand is not the Central Plains sword technique, but the Persian assassin's technique, which is a two-handed sword technique, a common sense against the Central Plains martial arts.
Waving a sword curtain in front of him, Ding Mian showed a happy face, and the deep internal force was poured on the long sword. He made a hard fight with the sword that was stabbed, "Qing 啷", Ding Mian long sword in his hand Was shaken out of hand and broke into three pieces.
"Impossible!" Ding Mian's eyes and an incredible look, seeing the long sword still stabbed, anxious and wise, he lucked on the left palm, slammed on the broken blade in front of him, counted The cold light shot at the door of Chen Ang.
Chen Ang's long swords lightly picked them down one by one, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to withdraw and took five or six steps.
"What kind of black magic are you?" Ding Mian was horrified when he saw the blue pupil in Chen Ang's eyes, and the clothes under his chest cut a long, long mouth to reveal his white body. .
"Brother, take the sword!" Lu Baifei came up and handed Ding Mian a long sword, standing side by side with him, holding up against Chen Ang, Chen Ang smiled slightly, and pulled out a long sword with his backhand, hands One after the other, hand out at the same time.
Two cold glances struck the sky, and even one hand of Songshan swordsmanship and one hand of Hengshan swordsmanship, with the dripping of water, let Ding Mian and the two can only struggle to parry and had to follow Chen Ang ’s long sword Set Songshan swordsmanship one by one.
"Is this kid's mother practicing swordsmanship? How is it possible to use two different swordsmanship at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai's eyes were horrified.
On the other side, Yu Canghai was more shocked than the two on the stage. He also played with Chen Ang yesterday. He only felt that Chen Ang's hidden weapon was powerful, but he put out his full strength and could still fight. But now it seems that Chen Ang wants to take his life, but it is just a few tricks, easy.
He used his own life, and felt that Chen Ang would definitely not be the case. When he thought about entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, Yu Canghai's eyes flashed fiercely. Lin Pingzhi, who looked back aside, secretly said: "If I could get the evil spirit sword spectrum, I wouldn't be afraid of that kid!"
Turning around quietly, Yu Canghai slowly approached Lin Pingzhi with a crazy look in his eyes.
Although Lin Pingzhi was dazzled by Chen Ang's swordsmanship, he never let go of the great enemy of Yu Canghai in his heart. He turned around and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in place and hurriedly looked around.
When I saw him, Yu Canghai made a mistake. The cloak behind him shook and turned into a blue shadow flying across dozens of people. The right hand was pinched into an iron claw, and the claw was captured. "Wo!" Lin Pingzhi's front door.
Lin Ping's horror was so shocked that he was too late to move, and it was about to fall into the hands of Yu Canghai.
I saw a pretty shadow beside him. He pulled his collar and took a few steps. At the same time, his right hand flashed coldly. A crossbow shot directly at the chest of Yu Canghai. He was turned over by his cloak and wrapped up.
"Yu Canghai, how dare you!" Qu Feiyan took Lin Pingzhi and said, "Aren't you afraid of the person on the stage?" He said, lifting his chin to Chen Ang.
"He is currently entangled by the Songshan School, and he is too busy to help me?" Yu Canghai sneered: "Why don't I fear him when the evil sword is written?"
"But you are afraid of dying now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and smiled at him, looking at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes, she even smiled slightly: "You are not only afraid of him now, but also afraid of dying in the future, even if you practice evil spirits Swordsmanship, you are still afraid, because he is too young! You are so young, you do n’t even know when he is, even the evil swordsmanship is not in the eyes! "
Yu Canghai looks very green, he is really afraid of Chen Ang, not only because of his youth and endless potential, but also because of his amazing talent in martial arts, Yu Canghai is not even sure, even if he has practiced the evil sword spectrum, will he be there? It was learned by Chen Ang as soon as it happened. But he was desperate, like a gambler who lost all his net worth, willing to believe in an illusory hope.
Not to mention that the evil sword spectrum is not unreal.
“I ’ve been here for so long, he did n’t look at you. It can be seen that in your heart, you are not an important person. In the future, when I go far away, how much time will he have to trouble me?” Yu Canghai sneered.
Qu Feiyan glanced at him, and suddenly a bright cylinder appeared on his hand, pointing at Yu Canghai: "Maybe it is not that he does not care, but that he has already prepared! Yu Canghai, if you do n’t want to taste what I wear in my hand It ’s better to have a heart-penetrating needle, it ’s better not to come over! "