Fantasy World Transmigration

The moon is full on Pinghu Lake, the drizzle is slightly misty, there is no moonlight, only the moonlight, all over the world.

On the surface of the water, there are countless fine and tiny ripples, swaying the moonlight, and the cold wind hits the face with rain, bringing a cool and fresh feeling. Chen Ang stood alone on the light boat, looking at the lake's water and light leisurely, his face was peaceful and calm.

Behind him is Murong Bo who came out in a panic, with a gloomy face, looking at him solemnly.

"If I'm not mistaken, what you just used is my Murong family's ginseng finger?"

Chen Ang flicked the rain lightly, turned back and said: "Kungfu has reached the level of you and me, and ordinary moves have long been ignored. Just now, I wrote fifty-three kinds of changes, and indeed twelve kinds come from joint fingers."

Murong Bo sighed and said: "Fu'er has practiced fingering for twenty years, but it is not as good as what you got in three months. If I didn't know, I'm afraid I would think you have been immersed in this fingering for more than fifty years."

Chen Ang looked at him with a smile and said: "With his fingering skills, even if he practiced for a hundred years, he still won't be my opponent!"

There was no sarcasm in his voice, it was just a plain statement, but Murong Bo's ears felt very unpleasant, his complexion changed, cloudy and cloudy, and he sighed after a long time: "That's right, Your Excellency's martial arts day Jin is not much older than Fu'er, even if he wants to reach your current level, it will take twenty years."

"Twenty years may not be enough!"

Chen Ang flicked lightly, and the rain falling in front of him, a little silver thread was the softest thing in the world, but he was playing with it in his hand like a silver bead, and with the force of this flick, it shot out in vain. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and countless criss-crossing ripples appeared on the tens of feet of water between Murong Bo and Chen Ang.

The silver thread passed through the splashes and raindrops on the lake surface, with a colorless, breathless but fierce and deadly force, it hit Murong Bo's eyebrows directly. The rain in the sky also drifted towards Murong Bo following this blow, and among the thousands of silver threads, Chen Ang's only finger was hidden, which brought deep pressure to Murong Bo.

He shook his sleeves, like an iron wall, and with a strong internal force, he hit the water in front of him directly, and the water splashed several meters high, blocking him like an overwhelming wave.

Tens of millions of silver threads were left on the other side of the waves, only a little silver light broke through the spray and shot in, hitting Murong Bo's waving sleeves, causing violent splashes and tremors, even Murong Bo The small boats under him pushed straight away a few feet away.

"Finger finger!" Murong Bo was horrified, Chen Ang actually used the rain silk as a chess piece, entrusting the power of finger finger, you must know that water is the most soft thing in the world, invisible and formless, who can use water to make hidden weapons , can be said to be unheard of, and it is more like a myth to shoot dozens of steps without exhaustion.

Before he put down his sleeves, a round piece of cloth the size of a chess piece floated down from his chest, revealing the flesh color of his chest, this time Murong Bo couldn't even hold his face, showing a horrified expression. It is already incredible that the strength of the flower finger can be placed on the rain. Chen Ang actually kept the flower finger silently, and the power of the volley is so powerful.

Let the finger force pass through Murong Bo's cassock's subduing demons, leaving a mark on his chest.

This martial art can be said to be extremely terrifying.

"Twenty years is really not enough."

Murong Bo strengthened his energy, focused his eyes on his fingers, and saw the right moment, and pointed at the silver thread in front of him, a bit of coldness froze the rain, and at one point, the ice edge shot out.

Chen Ang over there smiled, and flicked three times in front of him. A weak drop of water shot out like an arrow with unparalleled force.

When it hits a human body, it is probably not inferior to steel, it can smash bones into pieces. His raindrops were as sticky as mercury, and did not condense into ice like Murong Bo.

Just for this point alone, Murong Bo lost first. Although Bing is strong, but Chen Ang uses invisible objects to support his strength, which is much better than his finger Ning Bing.

"Your Excellency's Duoluoye finger is really domineering!" Murong Bo swiped it three times in a row to disperse three drops of water, while Chen Ang twisted the ice edge on his fingertips with a single sweep, "Old Mister The power of joining fingers is also unparalleled in the world."

Chen Ang smiled slightly, there was a sound of wind, the ice edge had disappeared, even Murong Bo couldn't see its shadow, countless raindrops splashed in the sky and on the ground, Murong Bo could hear the dense rustling sound.

Everything was silent, only a warning sign in his heart made him extremely vigilant, it was groundless, Murong Bo pointed in the void, there was a loud explosion in midair, dozens of raindrops exploded, like two powerful waves Suddenly collided together.

Water mist filled the air, Murong Bo's ears were sweating profusely, and tremblingly said: "Wuxiang Jiezhi, your excellency uses water vapor as the base to bear the force of the finger, admiration! Admiration!"

When the first admired, Murong Bo was still on the boat. After the second admired voice fell, he had already fallen into the lake. Murong Bo dipped his sleeves under the water surface and swayed a stream of water. His toes touched the water surface. He also kicked a water polo, which is Shaolin's unique skill, such as shadow-following legs and Dharma palms.

However, the two palms and legs that Murong Bo tried his best were slightly shaken by Chen Ang, and they exploded in mid-air. Unparalleled speed, or silence, the martial arts that Murong Bo has seen in his life are carried by a drop of rain, forcing him into a panic.

They can only use the martial arts of Bisheng one by one. The two of them use the lake surface as a chessboard and the lake water and rain as chess pieces. In the lake under the moonlight, they played a game of shocking chess. Against this unprecedentedly powerful enemy, Chen Ang was only pushing out his potential.

The subtleties of the martial arts that Murong Bo has learned for many years are quite tasteful. The Shaolin unique skills and martial arts of hundreds of schools that he has practiced hard for more than 20 years, together with his own Murong family's unique skills, became Chen Ang's study. Object.

If it is said that at the beginning, Chen Ang relied on his solid martial arts accomplishments to forcibly control them, but now, under Murong Bo's polishing and teaching, these unique skills have a layer of indescribable taste, a little refined to the bone marrow, From Chen Ang's swaying, all kinds of martial arts wisdom in the collection were chewed carefully, and more subtleties were unearthed.

Murong Bo was pushed to the extreme, struggling to slap the water surface, he forgot what the rules were, and threw himself at Chen Ang, with a touch of his right hand, it was the 'finger finger' that Chen Ang used just now, the latent strength of this finger was extremely sinister , as envoy of Murong Bo, he is more murderous than any Shaolin eminent monk.

It is a move that completely abandons all compassion and staying behind, and only emphasizes power. The majestic Buddhist martial arts has greatly increased its power in Murong Bo's hands, but it has a sense of no retreat. The power of killing is extremely extreme. Even if the eminent Shaolin monk who created this martial art is alive, he should avoid his edge.

Unfortunately, he was facing Chen Ang.

Only Chen Ang can smile, his face is always calm and free, as if he has a deep understanding. According to the legend of Zen Buddhism, Sakyamuni preached the Dharma at the Lingshan Meeting, holding golden polo flowers in his hand and showing it to all the people. Everyone was silent, and only Venerable Kasyapa smiled. This is just a finger.

The Buddha held the flower, and Kasyapa smiled.

But seeing that Chen Ang stretched out his fingers extremely softly, every time his left hand popped out, it seemed that he wanted to flick off the exposed pearls on the flowers in his right hand, but he was afraid of shaking off the petals, Murong Bo didn't see the finger force, but felt a pain in his chest, The body also shot out and fell on the lake.

"Flowers meet people, people see me."

This finger is already in between existence and non-existence, just like a sudden enlightenment, dark and unobtainable, no sound or color, has reached the ultimate state of formlessness, formlessness, colorlessness, quality, and everything is empty, even The abbot of Shaolin can only sigh in admiration here.

Chen Ang pointed, sitting on the water, there was only a lotus leaf under his body to set off him, with a light touch, the silver threads from the sky fell down one after another, condensing the energy like a substance, with the drizzle as the string, the heaven and the earth were like a harp , played softly.

I saw a little silver thread being pulled by Chen Ang's fingers, and a little silent sound was engulfed in the sky and the earth. The lake surface was like a huge sound box, vibrating slightly, and a soft sound of "Zheng!" Wang Yuyan, who was in Mantuo Villa, also raised her head in doubt, and asked softly, "Who is playing the piano?"

Chen Ang's pupils were blue, all his thoughts and perceptions stayed at this moment, time stood still, the falling drizzle, the gentle lake surface, and the beautiful moonlight all turned into a pair of beautiful eyes at this moment. The still picture becomes eternity in an instant, and eternity in an instant, only the faint sound of the piano seems to come from outside the sky.

The rain all over the sky gathered into one piece, revealing the bright white moonlight, I wonder if it is really an illusion? An invisible hand gently flicked hundreds of millions of bundles of silver wires, fingering a flower, soundless, colorless, formless, but able to move the world.

The sound of the zither has sound, yet it is silent. The melody exceeds the limit of human hearing, yet it can be heard under the vibration of the lake surface. The invisible sound waves permeate the entire lake surface, and everything vibrates together, including Murong Bo's internal organs. , blood vessels, meridians, and even internal force trembled uncontrollably with the jumping of Chen Ang's fingertips.

In a trance, Murong Bo lost his mind and could only dance around indiscriminately under the sound of the piano. Countless tiny and intricate energy penetrated into his body, controlling, pulling, and even changing his internal energy. Murong Bo is like a puppet, easily controlled from his body to his mind.

The "Life and Death Talisman" is just a child's science in front of such terrible martial arts. It is not terrible to control a person's life and death, but it is terrifying to control his heart. It also outperformed all spiritual mysteries and changed Murong Bo's mind.

As he danced wildly and gradually, the invisible vigor became more and more tightly controlled, and the sound of the piano gradually reached its climax. Finally, with the sound of the strings snapping, everything was silent and calmed down. The rain fell again, and the moonlight gradually blurred, submerged in the rain, and nothing seemed to happen.

Chen Ang waved his hands and sighed:

"A heartbroken song, where can I find a soulmate?"