Fantasy World Transmigration

Chen Ang danced lightly with the tip of his sword, slightly under the jaw of Zhengzhou Liuhemen Master Xia, who came forward to challenge him, and made him walk off the stage with a face of shame. One finger, and then slightly hook the index finger.

"Ding Mian, you came here fiercely today, why are you standing still now?"

Ding Mian watched Chen Ang's easy victory one after another, his face was ashen, seeing Chen Ang's provocation, he was so angry that the veins on his head burst out, he gritted his teeth and said: "You are so brave! You are asking for your own death. Looking for a dead end!" He yelled 'suicide' twice, and the sound of grinding his teeth was clearly audible.

"Devil Cult thief, die!" Ding Mian drew out his long sword, pointing his toes forward. His huge body was like a big bird, and it jumped over the crowd with two ups and downs, showing a wonderful body that didn't match his slightly fat body. Light work.

With a turn of his wrist, the sword light has already shaken out thousands of pear blossoms, scattered in pieces, and there is a hidden murderous intent in the gorgeousness. Even Chen Ang couldn't help but nodded secretly when he saw it. The Songshan School is indeed the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains. Looking at Ding Mian's swordsmanship, he is definitely no longer inferior to Master Dingyi, and his internal strength is even higher, which shows the abundance of talents in Songshan Mountain.

No wonder Zuo Lengchan has the heart to annex the Wuyue Sword Sect. His aspiration to win the Wudang Shaolin is really a huge step. He has to go like this. Otherwise, the Songshan Sect will decline, and I am afraid that the decline of the Songshan Sect is just around the corner, just like the previous Huashan Sect. Same.

Ding Mian's swordsmanship was unleashed, matched with his strong inner strength, the enveloping energy was like a strong wind on a high hill, with the long sword in his hand as the center, shredding the surrounding air, and those who stood several feet away watching, Being forced by him, I felt it was difficult to breathe, and I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't speak.

Chen Ang, who was facing Ding Mian's sword sharply, felt stagnant all over his body, and the posture of his hands couldn't help but loosen. He didn't have internal strength at all, and he couldn't resist this energy. He could only deal with it by adjusting his breathing. Ding Mian looked down for a long time, and had already seen through his weakness of lack of internal strength. This time, he aimed at his weakness and wanted to use strength to overcome skill.

Ding Mian saw his flaws, the long sword in his hand flashed, and turned lightly in the air a few times, like a flash of lightning, but the internal force on the sword became stronger and stronger, and then his figure swept away, as if being pulled by the sword light , jumped several feet away, and came to Chen Ang.

Whoosh whoosh! The sharp silver light draws an arc. Although the castration is not fast, the place where the sword light condenses is far better than others. Contrary to the normal state of fast swords before, it is fast with slow and solid foundation. Every move is clearly visible, but the sword The strength on the ground is strong, and the sound of piercing the air is swishing, even if you are a little away, you will be injured by the sword energy.

The swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword School naturally focuses on lightness and change, because all swords always use their sharp edges to injure people, and their lethality is inherently stronger than fists and feet, no matter whether they are rookies in the world or not diligent Scholar, as long as the blade pierces the enemy's throat, he will be punished.

To be able to hit the enemy's vital points, it doesn't matter whether the internal strength is deep or not. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors in hitting. Therefore, the light and fast, changeable and mysterious swordsmanship has become the mainstream of the world. Therefore, those who learn swords all use the sharp edge to injure the enemy's vital points, advocating lightness and change.

Ding Mian can see clearly from below, no one is faster than Chen Ang in his light and agile swordsmanship, and the mysterious changes cannot escape Chen Ang's eyes. The mainstream swordsmanship in the world is naturally restrained by people with strong understanding . On the contrary, Yue Buqun, who controlled the sword with Qi and used a clumsy sword technique, had the upper hand instead.

The all-way slow sword in his hand is all based on hurting people, not pursuing changes in the sword technique, but using internal force to force people. The Songshan sword technique in Ding Mian's hand is even more majestic, majestic and majestic. When playing, it is more than three points.

"Ding!"

Two long swords intersect in the air,

Chen Ang's long sword flicked, and hit the same position of Ding Mian's long sword three times in a row, but staggered the right angle of the blade, and obliquely struck the three-inch vital point under the center of gravity of the long sword.

"What?"

Ding Mian's hand holding the sword trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt, his face changed violently, "How is that possible?" He slapped his backhand, and a powerful force circulated on his left hand.

Ding Mian, the tota hand, came from this palm.

The strength of Pentium's palm is released with his slap, even if there is a huge boulder in front of him, it can shatter three points. If he slaps it for real, Chen Ang's internal organs will be turned into meat paste, but Ding Mian's face immediately darkens , he caught a glimpse of a cold light flying up, directly hitting his eyes, but it was Chen Ang's left hand, and three cold lights greeted him.

Ding Mian had no choice but to fly back, with palm force spread over three feet in front of his body, he stopped the hidden weapon that was firing, and with a long sword swing in his right hand, he knocked it into the air. But at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, his shoulders were slightly lowered by three points, and the long sword stabbed obliquely from below.

This hand is not the Central Plains swordsmanship, but the Persian assassin's technique, which is two-handed swordsmanship, contrary to the common sense of Central Plains martial arts.

Ding Mian waved a sword curtain in front of his body, Ding Mian's face showed joy, pouring his strong internal energy into the long sword, and fought hard with the stabbing sword, with a sound of "clang clang", the long sword in Ding Mian's hand was shaken It came out and broke into three pieces.

"Impossible!" Ding Mian had an unbelievable look in his eyes. Seeing the long sword that was still stabbing, he was quick to wit. With luck, he slapped the broken sword in front of him violently with his left palm, and several cold lights shot out. To Chen Ang's face.

Chen Ang raised his sword lightly and knocked them to the ground one by one, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to withdraw and took five or six steps back.

"What kind of sorcery are you doing?" Seeing the flashing blue pupils in Chen Ang's eyes, Ding Mian was horrified. The clothes under his chest were cut open, revealing his white body.

"Brother, take the sword!" Lu Baifei stepped forward, handed Ding Mian a long sword, stood side by side with him, and confronted Chen Ang. Chen Ang smiled slightly, and pulled out another long sword with his backhand. The former and the latter are handed out at the same time.

Two flashes of cold light pierced the sky, one hand with the Songshan swordsmanship and the other with the Hengshan swordsmanship, the coordination was impeccable, Ding Mian and the two could only try their best to parry, and they had to follow Chen Ang's long sword to take several sets of Songshan swordsmanship. The swordsmanship was used one by one.

"Did this kid practice swordsmanship in his mother's womb? How could he use two different swordsmanship with both hands at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai's eyes showed horror.

On the other side, Yu Canghai was more shocked than the two people on the stage. He had fought against Chen Ang yesterday, and he only felt that Chen Ang's hidden weapon was powerful, but he could fight with all his strength. But now it seemed that Chen Ang wanted to take his life, but it was just a matter of counting tricks, and it was as easy as pie.

He judged others by himself, and felt that Chen Ang would definitely not let it go like this. Thinking of the entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, Yu Canghai's eyes flashed a sternness. Looking back at Lin Pingzhi who was at the side, he thought to himself: "If I can get the evil sword manual, I won't be afraid of that kid anymore!"

Turning around quietly, Yu Canghai slowly approached Lin Pingzhi, his eyes filled with madness.

Although Lin Pingzhi was dazzled by Chen Ang's swordsmanship, he never let go of Yu Canghai, a big enemy, in his heart. He turned around alertly and found that Yu Canghai was no longer where he was, and looked around hastily.

Seeing him looking over, Yu Canghai made a wrong step, and with a flick of the cloak behind him, he turned into a blue shadow and flew past dozens of people. He squeezed his right hand into an iron claw, and grabbed the claws, "Shua!" The face of the door.

Lin Pingzhi was terrified, he didn't have time to move, he was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.

I saw a pretty figure beside him, grabbing his collar and retreating a few steps, at the same time, with a flash of coldness in his right hand, a powerful crossbow shot directly at Yu Canghai's chest, and he was flipped over by his cloak and wrapped around him.

"Yu Canghai, how dare you!" Qu Feiyan pulled Lin Pingzhi and shouted, "Aren't you afraid of that person on the stage?" As he spoke, he raised his chin and gestured towards Chen Ang.

"Now he is entangled by people from the Songshan Sect, he can't take care of himself, what can I do?" Yu Canghai sneered, "When I get the Evil Resisting Sword Manual, why should I be afraid of him?"

"But you're scared to death now!" Qu Feiyan pouted at him, looked at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes, and smiled slightly: "You're not only scared of him now, but you'll be scared to death in the future, even if you practice evil spirits Swordsmanship, you are still afraid, because he is too young! So young, you don’t even know when he didn’t even pay attention to evil swordsmanship!”

Yu Canghai's face turned ashen. He was really afraid of Chen Ang, not only because he was young and had great potential, but also because of his amazing talent in martial arts. As soon as they fought, they were imitated by Chen Ang. But he was desperate, like a gambler who has lost everything and is willing to believe in a false hope.

Not to mention that the evil sword manual is not illusory.

"I've been here for so long, and he hasn't even glanced at you. It can be seen that in his heart, you are not considered important people. How much time will he have to trouble me when I go away in the future?" Yu Canghai sneered. road.

Qu Feiyan glanced at him, and suddenly a shining cylinder appeared in his hand, pointing at Yu Canghai and saying, "Maybe it's not because he doesn't care, but because he's already prepared! Yu Canghai, if you don't want to try my hand The heart-piercing needle is powerful, it's better not to come here!"