Chapter 14

Chen ang danced with the tip of his sword. He moved a little under the jaw of the old Xia boxer of Zhengzhou Liuhe gate who challenged him, and let him walk down with shame. Chen ang took his sword and stood up, turned back to Ding Mian, pointed to him gently, and then slightly hooked his index finger.

"Ding Mian, you came here today. Why are you standing still now?"

Ding Mian looked at Chen Ang's easy victory one after another, and his face was iron blue. Seeing Chen Ang's provocation, he was so angry that the green tendons on his head burst out. He gnashed his teeth and said, "good courage! This is the way to die, the way to die!" he shouted "the way to die", and the sound of grinding his teeth could be heard clearly.

"Devil sect thief, die!" Ding Mian pulled out his long sword and pointed his toes a little earlier. His huge body was like a big bird. He rose and fell twice and passed the crowd, showing a wonderful lightness skill that was inconsistent with his slightly fat body.

As soon as he turned his wrist, the sword light had shaken off ten thousand pear flowers and scattered them. There were hidden murders in the beauty. Even Chen ang couldn't help nodding. Song Mountain sect was indeed one of the top five mountains. Apart from others, looking at Ding Mian's sword technique, he would never be under nun Dingyi. His internal power was even higher. It can be seen that song mountain is full of talents.

It's no wonder that Zuo lengchan has the heart to annex the Wuyue sword sect and achieve the ambition of Wudang Shaolin. It's really a step of making great achievements. He has to go like this. Otherwise, the decline of Songshan sect may be close at hand, just like the Huashan sect in the past.

Ding Mian's sword technique spread out, matched with his strong internal power, and the strength of the force was like a strong wind on a high hill. Centered on the long sword in his hand, it crushed the surrounding air. The people standing several feet away and watching were forced by his strength, they felt hard to breathe and could not speak.

Facing Ding Mian's sword, Chen Ang's breath stagnated. His posture was not relaxed. He didn't have internal power at all and couldn't resist this Qi. He had to adjust his breath to deal with it. Ding Mian looked down for a long time and had already seen through his weakness of insufficient internal power. This time, he aimed at his weakness and wanted to win skill with strength.

Ding Mian caught a glimpse of his flaw. His long sword flashed and turned lightly in the air, like a flash of lightning, but the internal force on the sword became more and more powerful. Then he swept his body, as if pulled by the sword light, jumped several feet away and came to Chen ang.

Whoosh! The sharp silver awn draws an arc. Although the castration is not fast, the cohesion of the sword light is far better than others. Contrary to the normal of the previous fast sword, it plays fast and slowly with a solid foundation. Every move can be clearly seen, but the strength of the sword is strong and the sound of breaking through the air is swishing. Even if it is a minute away, it will be hurt by the sword Qi.

The sword technique of Wuyue sword school naturally focuses on lightness and flexibility, because every sword always hurts people with its blade, and its lethality is seven points higher than that of boxing and foot. No matter a novice in the Jianghu or a scholar who is not diligent in five bodies, as long as the blade pierces the enemy's throat, it can make people angry.

It doesn't matter whether you can hit the enemy's key points with deep internal power. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors for hitting. Therefore, light, fast, changing and mysterious sword techniques have become the mainstream of the Jianghu. Therefore, those who learn swords do not only hurt the enemy's vital points with their blades, but also advocate lightness and flexibility.

Ding Mian can see clearly below that no one is faster than Chen Ang's lighthearted sword technique. The mystery of change can not escape Chen Ang's eyes. The mainstream sword technique in the Jianghu is naturally restrained by people with strong understanding. Instead, Yue buqun, who guards the sword with Qi and uses a stupid sword technique, has the upper hand.

The slow sword in Ding Mian's hand hurts people all the way. He doesn't pursue the change of sword technique, but uses internal force to force people. The Songshan sword technique in Ding Mian's hand is more severe and majestic. Its power is more powerful than that when he hits quickly.

"Ding!"

The two long swords intersected in the air. Chen Ang's long sword shook and hit the same position of Ding Mian's long sword three times in a row, but staggered the right angles of the blade and hit the three inch key under the center of gravity of the long sword obliquely.

"What?"

Ding Mian's hand shook and could hardly hold the handle of the sword. His face changed dramatically. "How is it possible?" he clapped his back hand, and a powerful force ran on his left hand. His internal power was surging, and his palm was like a pagoda.

Ding Mian, tota's hand, came from this palm.

The galloping palm power was released with his clapping. Even if there was a huge stone in front of him, it could crack three points. If he was photographed, Chen Ang's viscera would turn into meat mud, but Ding Mian's face immediately became gloomy. He caught a glimpse of a cold light flying up and straight into his eyes, but Chen Ang's left hand greeted him at three o'clock.

Ding Mian had to fly back. His palm power was all over his front three feet. He stopped the concealed weapon of the fierce shooting. With a wave of the long sword in his right hand, he flew it. But at this time, Chen ang held the sword in both hands, his shoulder was slightly lower, and the long sword came up obliquely from below.

This is not the sword technique of the Central Plains, but the technique of assassins in Persia. It is a two handed sword technique, which is contrary to the common sense of the martial arts of the Central Plains.

Waving his hand, Ding Mian laid a sword curtain in front of him. Ding Mian's face showed joy. His strong internal power poured into the long sword and fought with the stabbing sword. With a "clang", Ding Mian's long sword was shaken out and broke into three parts.

"Impossible!" Ding Mian looked unbelievably in his eyes. Seeing the long sword still stabbed, he was quick to come up with wisdom. He was lucky in his left palm, slapped on the broken blade in front of him, and several cold lights shot at Chen Ang's face.

Chen ang took a long sword and shot them down one by one, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to get out and retreat five or six steps.

"What kind of magic are you?" Ding Mian was shocked when he saw the blue pupil in Chen Ang's eyes. The clothes under his chest cut a foot long gap to reveal his white body.

"Elder martial brother, take the sword!" Lu Bai flew up and handed Ding Mian a long sword. He stood side by side with him and held it with Chen ang. Chen ang smiled, took out another long sword with his backhand, and handed it out one before and one after the other.

The two cold lights suddenly broke the sky. One hand was Song Mountain sword and the other was Hengshan sword. The cooperation was watertight, so Ding Mian and Ding Mian could only parry. They had to follow Chen Ang's long sword and use several sets of Song Mountain sword one by one.

"Did the boy practice swordsmanship in his womb? How can he use two different swordsmanship with both hands at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai's eyes showed a look of horror.

On the other hand, Yu Canghai was more shocked than the two on the stage. He also had a fight with Chen ang yesterday. He only felt that Chen Ang's concealed weapons were powerful, but he took out all his strength and could fight. But now it seems that Chen ang wants to take his life. It's just a matter of counting moves. It's as easy as a palm.

He treated others by himself, and felt that Chen ang would not forget it like this. Thinking of entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, Yu Canghai flashed a cruel look in his eyes. Looking back at Lin Pingzhi, he said in his heart, "if I can get the evil ward sword spectrum, I won't be afraid of that boy!"

Turning around quietly, Yu Canghai slowly approached Lin Pingzhi with a crazy color in his eyes.

Although Lin Pingzhi was dazzled by Chen Ang's sword technique, he didn't put down Yu Canghai's great enemy for a moment. When he looked back alertly, he found that Yu Canghai was no longer in place and hurried to look around.

Seeing him, Yu Canghai made a mistake at his feet. The cloak behind him shook and turned into a green shadow. Dozens of people passed by. He pinched his right hand into an iron claw and grabbed the camera. "Shua!" grabbed Lin Pingzhi's face door.

Lin Pingzhi was so frightened that he didn't have time to move. He was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.

I saw a beautiful shadow beside him, holding his collar and retreating several steps. At the same time, the cold light of his right hand flashed, and a powerful crossbow hit Yu Canghai's chest. It was turned over by his cloak and wrapped around.

"Yu Canghai, dare you!" Qu Feiyan shouted at Lin Pingzhi, "aren't you afraid of the man on the stage?" he raised his chin and motioned to Chen ang.

"He is now entangled by the people of Songshan sect. He is too busy to worry about himself. What can he do for me?" Yu Canghai sneered: "why should I be afraid of him when the anti evil sword spectrum is in hand?"

"But you're scared to death now!" Qu Feiyan pursed his lips and smiled at him. Looking at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes, she smiled and said: "you're not only afraid of him now, but also afraid to death in the future. Even if you practice the evil ward sword technique, you're still afraid because he's too young! You don't know when he will even pay attention to the evil ward sword technique!"

Yu Canghai looks very blue. He is really afraid of Chen ang, not only because he is young and has infinite potential, but also because of his amazing talent in martial arts. Yu Canghai is not even sure whether he will be learned by Chen ang even if he has practiced the anti evil sword manual. But he has put all his eggs in one basket. He is like a gambler who has lost all his wealth. He is willing to believe in an illusory hope.

Not to mention the exorcism sword manual is not illusory.

"I've been here for so long that he didn't even look at you. It can be seen that you are not an important person in his heart. How much time does he have to trouble me when I fly away in the future?" Yu Canghai sneered.

Qu Feiyan glanced at him, and suddenly a bright cylinder appeared in his hand. He pointed to Yu Canghai and said, "maybe it's not that he doesn't care, but that he's ready! Yu Canghai, if you don't want to taste the power of the penetrating needle in my hand, it's better not to come!"