Chapter 14: By accident

Chen Ang gently danced, and a little under the jaw of the Zhengzhou Liuhemen Xia Lao Boxer, who challenged him, stepped down with shame, Chen Ang took his sword and stood back, facing Ding Mian, and gently towards him One finger, then slightly move your index finger.
"Ding Mian, you are raging today, why are you standing still now?"
Ding Mian watched Chen Ang easily win one after another, his complexion turned blue, and when he saw such provocation, he was so angry that the blue tendons on his head broke out, gritted his teeth and said, "What a bravery! Finding the way! "He shouted twice," Desperately, "and his teeth were clear and audible.
"Devil teaches the thief, let's die!" Ding Mian pulled out the long sword, and the toes were a little earlier. The huge body looked like a big bird. After two rises and falls, it passed the crowd, showing that it was inconsistent with his slightly fat body. Light work.
As soon as he turned his wrist, Jianguang had shaken out ten thousand pear blossoms, and the pieces were scattered. There was a hidden killer in Huamei. Even when Chen Ang looked at it, he nodded secretly. The Songshan pie was indeed the leader of the Five Yues. Looking at Ding Mian's sword technique, he will no longer be under Dingyi. The internal strength is even better than ever. The prosperity of Songshan talents is evident.
No wonder Zuo Lengchan has the heart to annex the Wuyue Sword School, and it is a step ahead of Wudang Shaolin to ask Wudang Shaolin. It has to go like this, otherwise the Songshan School will decline, I am afraid that it is near, just like the Huashan School before same.
Ding Mian's swordsmanship spreads out. With his strong internal force, the strength of the entanglement is like the strong wind of the high post. With the long sword in his hand as the center, it smashes the surrounding air and stands on the side of the number of people who are watching. He was so anxious that he couldn't breathe, and was speechless.
Chen Ang, who was facing Ding Mian Jianfeng, was completely stagnation, and his posture was loosened. He had no internal strength and could not resist this energy. He could only respond by adjusting his breathing. Ding Mian looked below for a long time, and had already penetrated the weakness of his internal strength. This time, he aimed at his weakness, and wanted to use his strength to win.
Ding Mian glanced at his flaws, his sword flickered in his hand, and he turned lightly in the air a few times, like a lightning, but the internal force on the sword became more and more thick, and then his body swept away, as if pulled by a sword light , Jumped into the distance, came to Chen Ang.
Huh! The sharp Yinmang draws an arc. Although the cast is unhappy, the sword light condenses far better than others. Contrary to the normal state of the fast sword before, it is clear to play slowly and with a solid foundation. One move and one style are clearly visible, but the sword The strength is strong, and the sound of breaking sounds screams. Even if it is a minute away, it will be hurt by the sword.
The Wuyue sword school's swordsmanship is naturally focused on lightness and change, because every sword always hurts with a sharp edge, and its lethality is inherently better than fists and feet. Scholars, as long as the blade penetrates the enemy's throat, it can make people account.
Being able to hit the enemy's vital points is not important. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors for hitting. Therefore, light and fast, changing and mysterious swordsmanship has become the mainstream of the rivers and lakes. Therefore, the sword learner is not only to hurt the enemy with a sharp edge, advocating light change.
Ding Mian sees clearly below. No one is faster than Chen Ang, the mystery of change, and he has not escaped Chen Ang's eyes. The mainstream swordsmanship of rivers and lakes is born to be restrained by powerful people. . On the contrary, Yue Buqun, who is a qi yujian with a stupid sword, has the upper hand.
The slow sword in the hand was shot all by hurting himself, not pursuing the change of swordsmanship, but by the internal force. The Songshan swordsmanship in Ding Mian's hand was even more rigorous, strict and majestic, faster than power. When playing, it was more than three points.
"Ding!"
When the two swords intersected, Chen Ang's sword trembled and hit Ding Mian's sword three times in a row, but staggered the blade's right angle, and struck obliquely three inches below the center of gravity of the sword.
"what?"
Xi Dingmian's hand holding the sword shook, almost couldn't pinch the hilt, and his face changed drastically. "How is that possible?" He patted it with a backhand, vigorously running on his left hand, the internal force was turbulent, and his palms were like Tota.
It was from this palm that Diao Mian, the mentor of the Tuotuo, came.
Pentium ’s palm strength blew with his slap. Even if there was a huge rock in front, it could crack the three-pointer. If he was shot, Chen Ang's internal organs would be turned into flesh, but Ding Mian's face was immediately darkened. He glimpsed a bit of Han Mang flying up and shot into his eyes, but it was Chen Ang's left hand, and the cold light greeted him at three o'clock.
Bian Dingmian had to fly back and stretched out, his palms spread out three feet in front of him, stagnated the hidden weapon, and swung it with a long sword in his right hand. But at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, with his shoulder slightly lower 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 a two-handed swordsmanship, contrary to the common sense of Central Plains martial arts.
Waving his hand to set up a curtain of sword in front of him, Ding Mian's face showed a happy face, and the thick internal force perfused on the long sword, and he slammed a sword with a stabbing sword, with a bang, the long sword in Ding Mian's hand was shaken. Come out and break into three pieces.
"Impossible!" Ding Mian's eyes gave an unbelievable look, seeing the long sword still stabbing, anxious and wise, he was lucky in the left palm, and slammed on the sword blade that broke in front of him. Face to Chen Ang.
昂 Chen Ang's sword was lightly picked, and they were shot down one by one, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to withdraw and took five or six steps back.
"What kind of black art are you doing?" Ding Mian was horrified to see the blue pupil flashing in Chen Ang's eyes. The clothes under his chest cut through the large length of his mouth to reveal his white body.
"Brother, pick up the sword!" Lu Bai flew up, handed Ding Mian a long sword, stood side by side with him, and stood up with Chen Ang, Chen Ang smiled slightly, and pulled out a long sword with his backhand, one hand Submit one after the other.
At the beginning of the two cold rays, they cut through the sky, and they used the Songshan sword technique and the Hengshan sword technique. One by one swordsmanship.
"Is this little girl able to practice swordsmanship in her womb? How can two hands use two different swordsmanship at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai's eyes were shocked.
On the other side, Yu Canghai was more shocked than the two on the stage. He also played against Chen Ang yesterday, only to find that Chen Ang's hidden weapon was powerful, but he gave himself all his strength and could still fight. But now it seems that Chen Ang wants to take his life, but it is just a matter of several tricks.
He used his own person to feel that Chen Ang would definitely not let it go. Thinking of entanglement with Lin Pingzhi's grudges, Yu Canghai's eyes flashed a bit of fierceness. Looking back at Lin Pingzhi aside, he secretly said, "If I can get the evil sword spectrum, I won't be afraid of that boy!"
He turned quietly, Yu Canghai slowly approached Lin Pingzhi, his eyes were crazy.
Although Lin Pingzhi was dazzled by Chen Ang's swordsmanship, he never let go of Yu Canghai, a great enemy, for a moment, he turned back alertly, and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in place and hurriedly looked around.
When he saw him, Yu Canghai stepped on the wrong foot. The cloak behind him shook into a blue shadow and flew across dozens of people. He pinched his right hand into an iron claw and caught his claws. The face door.
Lin Ping's thriller was shocked, and he was too late to move, and he was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.
I saw a pretty shadow next to him, holding his collar, taking several steps back, while his right hand flashed coldly, and a crossbow shot directly at Yu Canghai's chest. UU reading book wwwww.uukanshu.com was turned over and wrapped by his cloak. Tangled.
"Yu Canghai, how dare you!" Qu Feiyan drew Lin Pingzhi and said, "Are you not afraid of the person on the stage?" He raised his chin and motioned to Chen Ang.
"He is now entangled by people from the Songshan School, and he can't help himself, what can I do?" Yu Canghai sneered: "Why don't I be afraid of him until the evil sword is available?"
"But you're scared to die now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and laughed at him, looking at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes, she smiled slightly: "You are not only afraid of him now, but you will be too scared to die in the future, even if you practice practicing evil spirits You are still scared of swordsmanship, because he is too young! You are so young, you do n’t even know when he is, and you do n’t even look at evil swordsmanship!

Yu Canghai looks ironed. He is really afraid of Chen Ang, not only because of his youth and unlimited potential, but also because of his amazing talents in martial arts. Yu Canghai is not even sure. As soon as the fight, Chen Ang learned. But he is already desperate, just like a gambler who lost all his net worth, willing to believe in an illusory hope.
Not to mention the evil sword spectrum is not illusory.
"I've been here for so long, and he didn't look at you. You can see that he is not an important person in his heart. I will go high in the future. How much time does he have to trouble me?" Yu Canghai sneered Road.
Qu Feiyan gave him a glance, and suddenly a bright cylinder appeared on his hand, pointing at Yu Canghai: "Maybe it's not that he doesn't care, but he's already prepared! Yu Canghai, if you don't want to hand Do n’t come here!