CHAPTER 14

Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 14

Chen Ang danced lightly on the tip of the sword. The Zhengzhou Liuhemen Xia Lao Boxer, who was challenged in the past, was slightly under the jaw. He let him go down the stage with a twilight. Chen Ang took the sword and turned to face Ding Mian, facing him. Gently finger, then slightly squirm your index finger.

"Ding Mian, you are coming today, why are you standing still now?"

Ding Mian watched Chen Ang win one after another, and his face was a bit blue. When he saw Chen Ang so provocative, he was even more angry with the blue veins. gnashing one's teeth said: "Good! You are self-seeking dead . End, self-seeking dead end!" He even shouted two 'self-detailed end', the teeth are clearly audible.

"Demon Sect thief, let's die!" Ding Mian pulled out the long sword. The toe was a little bit earlier. The huge body is like a big bird. It rises and falls twice and crosses the crowd, showing that it is not in harmony with his slightly fat body. Light work.

His wrist turned, and the sword light had shaken off the 10,000-point pear flower. The piece was scattered, and the killing intent was hidden in the gorgeous. It was Chen Ang who couldn't help but secretly nod. The Lushan faction was really a five-year-old leader, and nothing else. Just looking at Ding Mian's sword method, it is no longer under Ding Yi Grandmaster. The internal force is still even overdone.

It is no wonder that Zuo Lengchan has swallowed the heart of Five Top Sword Factions and won the Wudang Shaolin's ambition. It is a step of a hundred feet, and he has to go this way. Otherwise, the Lushan faction is in recession, I am afraid it is near, just like the previous Huashan The same as the faction.

Ding Mian's swordsmanship swayed, with his thick internal force, the strength of the wrap was like a strong high wind, with the long sword in his hand as the center, smashing the surrounding air, standing on the perimeter of the several zhang, When he was forced by his temper, he felt that breathing was difficult and he couldn't speak.

Chen Ang, who is facing Ding Mian's Jianfeng, is even a stagnation of Aura. The posture on his hand is not loose. He does not have internal strength at all, and he has no resistance to this kind of energy. He can only respond by adjusting his breathing. Ding Mian looked at it for a long time. She had already glimpsed the weakness of his lack of internal strength. This time it was against his weaknesses and he wanted to win.

Ding Mian glimpsed his flaws, his hand flashed in the long sword, and a few light turns in the air, like a lightning bolt, but the internal force of the sword became more and more thick, and then his body shape swept as if by the sword light , leaping and several zhang far, came to Chen Ang.

Sōu sōu sōu ! The fierce silver mans drawn an arc, although the cast is not fast, but the sword light condensed far better than the other, the opposite of the normal state of the fast sword, to play fast, solid foundation, one stroke and one style are clearly visible, but the sword The strength of the above is thick, the sound of the sōu sōu sounds, it is a point, but also hurt by sword qi.

The sword method of Five Top Sword Factions is naturally based on the change of lightness, because all swords always hurt people with sharp edges. The lethality is inherently seven points worse than the fists. No matter whether Jiang Hu is a rookie or a five-body. The diligent scholars, as long as the blade penetrates the enemy's throat, can make people account.

It is not important to be able to hit the enemy. Whether the internal force is deep or not is not important. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors in the hit. Therefore, the light and fast, the changing and mysterious swordsmanship has become the mainstream of Jiang Hu. Therefore, those who learn the sword are not the ones who attack the enemy with the edge, and advocate the light and spiritual changes.

Ding Mian sees clearly below, the light swordsmanship, no one is faster than Chen Ang, the mystery of change, and can't escape the eyes of Chen Ang, the mainstream sword of Jiang Hu, who is naturally savvy restraint. Instead, it is the sword of the sword, and the Yue Buqun, which uses the stupid sword of the hand, has the upper hand.

All the way to the slow sword in the hand, relying on this wounded person, do not pursue the change of the sword method, but with the internal force, Ding Mian's hand in the sword of the mountain, more tough weather, strict and majestic, formidable power When you hit it fast, you will win three more points.

"Ding!"

The two long swords crossed in the air, and Chen Ang's long sword shook, hitting the same position of Ding Mian long sword three times in a row, but staggered the right angle of the blade and slanted the three-inch key under the weight of the long sword.

"what?"

Ding Mian's hand holding the sword was shocked, and he couldn't hold the hilt and his face was distorted. "How is it possible?" He shot his hand with his backhand, and he ran vigorously on his left hand. The internal force was soaring and the palm of his hand was like Tota.

It is the palm of the hand, Ding Mian.

Pentium's palm force vented with him, even if it was a huge stone in front of him, it could also break the three points. If he was photographed, Chen Ang internal organs would be turned into meat, but Ding Mian's face would immediately sink. He glimpsed a little cool glow and flew straight to his eyes, but Chen Ang left his hand and greeted the cold at three o'clock.

Ding Mian had to fly back, palm force spread all over the body, stagnating the spurred hidden weapon, right hand long sword, and hit it. But at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, his shoulders were slightly lower, and the long sword slanted from below.

This hand is not the sword of the Central Plains, but the technique of Assassin of Persia. It is a two-handed sword and a common sense of the martial arts.

Waving a cloth curtain in front of him, Ding Mian's face was bright, and the thick internal force was poured on the long sword. It was hard to fight with the stabbing sword. '锵啷', Ding Mian's long sword was shocked. Get out of the way and break into three pieces.

"Impossible!" Ding Mian made an incredible expression in his eyes and saw the long sword, still witted in an emergency. He was lucky in the left palm and violently shot on the front of the broken sword. The road glared at Chen Ang's door.

Chen Ang long sword tapped and shot one one after another to the ground, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to pull back and retreat five or six steps.

"What kind of magic is you?" Seeing the blue pupil in Chen Ang's eyes, Ding Mian was shocked. The clothes under his chest were wide open, revealing his white body.

"Senior Brother, pick up the sword!" Lu Baifei stood up and handed Ding Mian a long sword, standing side by side with him, holding up with Chen Ang, Chen Ang lightly smiled, and pulling back a long sword with his hands. One after the other, hand out at the same time.

Two cold light picked up and cut through the sky, and even one handed the sword of the mountain, the one-handed Hengshan sword method, combined with the not one drop of water can leak out, so that Ding Mian can only force the parry, had to follow Chen Ang Long sword, a few sets of 嵩山剑法 one after another to make out.

"Do you have a sword in this kid's womb? How can you use two different swords at the same time? How big is he?" Lu Bo's eyes showed a faint color.

On the other hand, Yu Canghai's shock was even better than the two on the stage. He also had a hand with Chen Ang yesterday. He only thought that Chen Ang's hidden weapon was powerful, but he could do it with his own strength. But now it seems that Chen Ang wants to take his life, but it is a matter of counting, it is easy.

He used his own people and felt that Chen Ang would not have counted this way. He thought of entanglement with Lin Pingzhi's grievances, and Yu Canghai's eyes flashed a slap in the face. Looking back towards Lin Pingzhi, secretly said in one's heart: "If I can get the evil spirits, I will not be afraid of that kid!"

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

Although Lin Pingzhi was fascinated by Chen Ang's swordsmanship, he never let Yu Canghai be a big enemy. He was wary and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in his place and hurriedly looked around.

Seeing him look over, Yu Canghai's foot was wrong, the cloak behind him shook, turned into a blue shadow flying over dozens of people, the right hand was pinched into iron claws, and the claws were caught, "Shua!" The face of the flat.

Lin Pingzhi was shocked, and he couldn't move his body. He was about to fall in the hands of Yu Canghai.

I saw a pretty shadow beside him, grabbed his collar, and even stepped back, while right hand cold light flashed, straight into Yu Canghai's chest, and his cloak turned and wrapped around.

"Yu Canghai, you dare!" Qu Feiyan took Lin Pingzhi's shouted: "Are you not afraid of the man on the stage?" said, lifting his chin and pointing to Chen Ang.

"He is now entangled in the people of the Lushan School, and he can't help himself. Can you help me?" Yu Canghai said with a sneer: "Why wait until the evil spirits are reached, why should I be afraid of him?"

"But you are afraid of death now!" Qu Feiyan grinned at him and looked at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes. She was said with a slight smile: "You are not only afraid of him now, but also afraid of death, even practicing. You are still afraid of evil spirits, because he is too young! When you are young, you don't even know when he is, even the evil swordsmanship is not in the eye!"

Yu Canghai is very angry. He is really afraid of Chen Ang. Not only is he young because of his potential, but also because of his amazing innate talent in martial arts. Yu Canghai is not even sure, he will practice the evil spirits. In a fight, he was learned by Chen Ang. But he is already desperate, just like losing all his gamblers and willing to believe in an illusory hope.

Not to mention that the evil spirits are not illusory.

"I have been here for so long. He didn't look at you for a long time. It can be seen in his heart. You are not an important person. In the future, I will fly high and how much time does he have to come to me?" Yu Canghai said With a sneer.

Qu Feiyan gave him a glance, and suddenly there was a bright cylinder on his hand, pointing to Yu Canghai. "Maybe he doesn't care, but he is ready! Yu Canghai, if you don't want to try my hand." It's better to have a heart-penetrating needle, but don't come over!"