Fantasy World Transmigration

Chen Ang couldn't help laughing, he couldn't help but be impressed by the self-confidence of these people, heretics from all over the world, three religions and nine streams, dare to talk about morals with him? Under the Sun Moon God Sect's Three Corpse Brain Pills, they behaved like a dog. Now that they looked so stubborn, most of them still felt that they had the chance to win and they could control themselves.

"Girl thinks too highly of me!" Chen Ang said lightly: "To be honest, although you have some reputations in the world, in Chen's eyes, you are just like a group of local chickens and dogs. Working under Chen's command..."

He smiled slightly, turned around with his hands behind his back, "You are not worthy!"

What he said was very natural, like waking up in the morning and saying hello "Good morning!" to someone he knew well. There was no mocking tone, no disdainful eyes, as if he was just saying a fact that everyone knew.

After Lan Fenghuang heard this, he could still try his best to suppress his anger, but it was obvious that there was something wrong with the eyes of the others, and a hoarse voice said slowly: "Good boy, don't eat the toast and take the fine wine!"

As soon as the words fell, a cold light with a strong wind flashed away, and it hit Chen Ang's knee straight. It was an iron lotus seed the size of a marble. To be smashed to pieces.

But Chen Ang is no one else.

He raised his right hand, like a swallow skimming the water, ignoring the force that could kill a steer, and lightly grabbed the iron lotus seeds in his hand.

Holding the iron lotus seeds in the center with the index finger and thumb, Chen Ang said with a smile: "If you are so enthusiastic, then I have no choice but to treat you to eat the lotus seeds!"

"嗤!" There was a sound of the wind, and the iron lotus seeds had burst out. When the iron lotus seeds were thrown out, everyone could still see its shadow. When everyone heard the wind, it had already passed by tens of feet. Far away, it sank heavily into a person's chest.

With just two fingers, Chen Ang shot a blow that was comparable to a sniper rifle.

Not only is its speed no less than that of a bullet, but its changing force is even greater. After all, a bullet may be able to turn, but it certainly cannot make seven or eight turns and hit a person hiding behind the crowd.

But internal force can do it.

Chen Ang only heard the sound of 'click', and the figure was thrown high, and fell heavily on the ground like a doll. Although it was just a big bowl-shaped pit in the chest, Seeing the way his limbs twisted, it seemed that all the muscles and bones in his body were crushed by this blow.

What a ruthless iron lotus seed, what a terrifying strength.

It is not easy to shoot a round hidden weapon like iron lotus seeds at such a speed. Few people in the world can do it, but they can use a single iron lotus seed to use shocking techniques to smash people into pieces with one blow. The muscles and bones of the whole body are unique in heaven and earth.

Lan Fenghuang's eyelids twitched, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

She also recognizes that person, he is a well-known master of concealed weapons among the three religions and nine streams, an iron lotus seed is fierce and swift, and has earned the vicious name of "Bone Broken Lotus". But after seeing this blow, she just realized what 'hard and swift' is.

Even if a person in heavy armor stood in front of it, his muscles and bones would be shattered by the shock.

In the blink of an eye, the complexions of the heretics on the boat changed drastically. Three or five of them gathered in a group, in a well-organized manner, and with exquisite coordination, they rushed towards Chen Ang.

Just from the lotus seed just now, they already knew clearly that the rumors about Chen Ang in the rivers and lakes earlier were not outrageous,

Not exaggerating, on the contrary, it is really modest. Chen Ang is more than ten times more terrifying than the rumors! What fell into their net was not a big fish, but a flooding dragon.

"The idea is tough! Let's stand shoulder to shoulder!"

The ancestor of the Yellow River, Zu Qianqiu, greeted anxiously.

Seeing Chen Ang make a move, they realized that what they said before without a fight and threatening to force them was all empty talk. Facing such a terrifying person, if they couldn't do their best and force them to death, Chen Ang If they really felt that their lives were threatened, their calculations could only be wasted and become a joke.

With a greeting, an evil heretic trick came out. In an instant, the shadow of swords and swords enveloped Chen Ang's whole body. Zu Qianqiu held a ghost-headed knife in his hand, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed forward with all his strength. The cold light swayed. Out, the bone-piercing cold air suddenly pressed, and the temperature on the field dropped by a few points.

Chen Ang tapped his right hand lightly, as if he didn't put any effort into it, lightly tapped on the surface of his knife, his body was like a feather, suddenly flew up, and with the force of his swinging the knife, he was floating in mid-air.

Lan Fenghuang gritted his teeth at the side, and said coquettishly: "Chen Ang, we have no malicious intentions, as long as you give in, you will receive your great kindness!"

"There's so much nonsense!" Chen Ang responded casually, flipping through the flowers in his hand, pointing at a person casually, walking through the crowd, a figure is like a stroll in the courtyard, and always dodges leisurely when the danger is extremely dangerous In the past, he didn't even look at the crowd, just cared about himself, like a one-man show.

But if you look carefully, you can find that Chen Ang's fingering changes have been done in a strange way. One point out, there are at least seventy or eighty hidden changes in the follow-up. The movement was a little stagnant, and the change slowed down a beat, and a finger hit his acupuncture point.

Lan Fenghuang's face was solemn, he couldn't help stomping his feet, and also joined the siege.

She waved her hand and sprinkled a cloud of white mist, which landed on everyone, causing them to run away like a ghost, cursing and chattering: "Lan Fenghuang, why did you sprinkle the poisonous powder on me too! Look at your tricks!" Be clear!"

A flash of anger flashed in Lan Fenghuang's eyes, and he saw the man wailing, scratching his body with his hands, staggering and throwing himself on the ground, rubbing against his body desperately, begging for mercy: "It's so itchy! It's so itchy to death!" ! Please, spare me and spare me this time!"

Compassion flashed across everyone's faces, Lan Fenghuang kicked the person away, and a miasma sprayed from her palm, like a dragon snake, surrounding Chen Ang's side, but Chen Ang chuckled.

"Miss Lan Fenghuang, have you forgotten that Chen is a doctor!"

A trace of conceit flashed in Lan Fenghuang's eyes, and he said proudly: "So what if it's a doctor, Miao Jiang's thaumaturgy, how did you Central Plains people resist it?"

Chen Ang's eyes were inexplicable, and he looked at her with a smile, "But if you don't trust my medical skills, then why did you ask me to relieve the Sanshi Naoshen Pill? Girl Lan can't do anything with it, so why bother to ask me, a native of the Central Plains?" ?”

"You..." Lan Fenghuang was choked, and looked at Chen Ang fiercely, but one breath passed, and two breaths passed. Standing in the miasma, Chen Ang still looked leisurely and complacent. Some heretics couldn't help but snarled: "Lan Fenghuang, what are you doing!"

Without waiting for Lan Fenghuang to stop him, he pounced on it, but as soon as he touched the smoke, his body shook, and he fell to the ground with a 'bang', unconscious.

"Why can't you get lost!" Lan Fenghuang couldn't help asking, the horror in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.

"You said this misty smoke!" Chen Ang pointed at the miasma in the air with a smile, "Compared to the sad crisp breeze, your misty smoke is far worse! Not only can it not be colorless and tasteless..." He said and sniffed After sniffing, he said in distaste: "The quality is far worse!"

"Okay, I won't play games with you guys anymore!" Chen Ang pulled out a soft sword from his sleeve, and moved his right foot lightly forward. His whole body seemed to be tied by a long string. During this period, I only borrowed a few times on the mast, and the rest relied on my own internal strength to compete with the majestic wind above the great river.

Lan Fenghuang's face changed drastically, and he waved out dozens of large and small poisons, all over the front of his body, but he saw Chen Ang from top to bottom, a sword light swayed out, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, and the sword energy spread across the square inch of the big ship between.

Seeing this sword light, you leftists deeply understand how ridiculous your actions are.

The light of the firefly candle dares to compete with the bright moon!

With a pain in her hand, a burst of sharpness knocked down the weapons in their hands. Lan Fenghuang's poison didn't even bounce twice, and it turned into powder in the light of the sword. She just felt like Facing the huge waves, he struggled weakly for a few times, and was submerged in the sea of ​​swords.

The big ship in the distance yelled twice, and seeing all the heretics on the ship fell on the deck without any resistance, while Chen Ang was standing in it with a sword, he couldn't help being shocked, and quickly pushed out several beds from behind. crossbow.

The size of a gun shaft and the thickness of a bowl, the arrow pointed at Chen Ang with a gloomy cold light.

Chen Ang just raised his head and smiled and asked, "Have you heard of the sad crisp breeze I just mentioned?"

Before the words were finished, all the heretics were already weakened and collapsed to the ground.

Looking around at the heretics lying on the ground, Chen Ang said leisurely: "I want to remind you at the end, if you travel too much, you will always meet a tiger!"