As soon as Fang La used the magic of the great shift of Qiankun, Chen Ang comprehended three points, this martial art has no obscure mystery in front of him, at this time, Fang La is like a living secret book, demonstrating the mystery of the great shift of Qiankun.

The heart is connected to nature, the unity of heaven and man, Chen Ang's finger is like a wild goose stepping on the slush, leaving traces without traces, the paw prints are still there, the wild goose has disappeared, the finger shadow is clearly visible, but the spirit is forgotten by me, assimilated in the heaven and earth. Fang La's galloping force, a palm hit the empty place, even if the palm fingers were connected, he only felt that the air in front of him was not forced, and this finger was like an illusory one.

Obviously there is infinite power, but in a void, the void is not real, the void is strong, if the Qiankun is the pinnacle of use, then Chen Ang's move, can be called invincible, the subtle response of the void, one of the two is inexhaustible, the more they fight, the stronger they become, and the other is the power that does not leak, and they are not subject to the void.

It is the chess opponent who will meet the talent.

In the pouring rain, a strange scene was formed, Chen Ang's fingertips were like a void, and the rain dripped down all over his body, forming a funnel-shaped space flat on his fingertips, sticking to Chen Ang's body, converging into two water dragons that spread down, and the rain that was originally downward was close to his body movement.

Deng Yuanjue and others were shocked.

With their eyesight, it can naturally be seen that Chen Ang is full of energy, has disappeared without a trace, and is in a state of weakness, even the rain in the sky is difficult to contact his strength, and the great movement of Qiankun can not borrow half of his strength, this mind and martial arts can be called peerless.

And the rain that hit Fang La's body was like hitting an elastic gum, changing the direction of the force, the size of the force, jumping, colliding, on the surface of his skin, the direction was chaotic and splattered out, the water droplets failed to leave any traces on the skin, countless tiny forces, used, relatively, bundled into a strand, and hit Chen Ang.

Soft and rigid, virtual and real, insufficient is more than enough, Chen Ang borrowed the emptiness of the force, entrusted his spirit and spirit, and responded to the reality with the void, although it was difficult to take the initiative, but it was very easy to deal with the great shift of Qiankun, probably because of the reason that there was nowhere to borrow strength, although Fang La's palm was sharp and his moves were subtle, but there was a sense of emptiness that had nowhere to focus.

One move, one style, all vigorous, all hit in the air.

The Dharma kings present in the Ming Sect all had solemn faces, they had already overestimated Chen Ang's martial arts, but they didn't expect Chen Ang to be ten times higher than their overestimated height, Fang La's martial arts skills had been reborn in just two decades, and the martial arts had already exceeded their imagination, but Chen Ang could still faintly gain the upper hand.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, none of them would have believed this kind of joke, but they who were clamoring for severe punishment and revenge just now were like a joke. Fang Jie's face was pale, and his face was full of disbelief.

He finally understood, if it weren't for Fang La's top, ten more people like him would be just a matter of Chen Ang's actions, the revenge and blood feud he said before were more like a joke, Chen Ang was crushed by the general trend, Mingjiao was already in danger, and the power of self-protection was not enough, let alone investigated?

Mingjiao fought against the imperial court, and the battle was that the martial arts of the sect were strong, and the elite was far superior to the imperial army, so the local government did not dare to act rashly, and let Mingjiao carve out a large piece of territory, but it was not until Chen Ang came that they felt the pressure of Mount Tai, and the trend of strength and weakness had already been reversed.

Not to mention the several Dharma kings and envoys, just the lives of the vast number of grassroots cultists are maintained between Chen Ang's thoughts, one is not good, Mount Tai crushes the eggs, and hundreds of thousands of believers and disciples are the end of their families being ruined and their bodies destroyed. Even with a little counterattack, it is difficult to change the overall situation.

This is the life and death of Mingjiao, what Fang Jie did before, just like a newborn jackal, provoking a lion, he doesn't understand at all that the current situation is not what Mingjiao wants to do with Chen Ang, but how Chen Ang deals with Mingjiao, Fang La's only hope is to defeat Chen Ang and maintain the only advantage over the imperial court.

Fang Jie was immersed in the rivers and lakes, Mingjiao said that the prestige of the same, the prestige of killing officials and rebelling, he didn't understand, it was always the weak who gave an explanation to the strong, why did the strong need to explain so much to the weak? will try to provoke in vain and be scolded by Fang La.

Thousands of sect members, the survival of the Ming Sect is maintained by Fang La, how can Fang Jie and the others feel such a heavy pressure? Fang La's heart was already a little anxious, even if the Qiankun Great Movement was incomparable, it would be difficult to shake Chen Ang in the slightest, he tried his best, but it was just a match, Mingjiao couldn't bear this ending.

He stretched out his hand and took out two long, narrow tokens that seemed to be transparent and opaque from his waist, and the rain hit the tokens, faintly flames flew and the colors changed. His body twisted, and the whole person suddenly fell out in a strange posture. The token seems to turn into a nimble poisonous snake, sizzling letters.

The original upright palm technique was suddenly replaced by a vicious and weird body technique, and the token was in Fang La's hand, like a ball of distorted light and shadow, with exquisite and exquisite strength, wrapped around Chen Ang layer by layer.

The cold light and shadow are erratic, such as the yin wind and ghosts, strange and unpredictable, this comes from the strange martial arts of Persia, which is very different from the common sense of the Central Plains.

Although this martial art was passed on to the Persian Sect, it was not in line with the character of the previous masters of the Ming Sect, so the symbolic meaning was greater than the substance, but today Fang La was forced to a desperate position by Chen Ang, and this martial art that did not suit his character had to be blatantly attacked.

It's just that Fang Lawan never imagined that Chen Ang was familiar with the world's writings, even if it was the Tadpole Heavenly Book and the Nien Rune, he was also proficient, not to mention the Persian language, the martial arts on the Holy Fire Order were not covered, and as soon as he took it out, he was caught by him. With the cheats as a comparison, but in just three or two moves, Chen Ang figured out the doorway of the Holy Fire Order's martial arts.

The pinnacle of this kind of side-door martial arts, with strange and strange powers, when you meet a master of the Central Plains who is not familiar with Persian martial arts, you may suffer a loss, but when you meet Chen Ang, who is also proficient in this martial arts, it is a ** annoyance.

The way of martial arts, is in the way of Qi, once Fang La's routine is figured out, the shape shì falls into Chen Ang's control, a pair of fleshy palms unfold, like a thousand Buddha lotuses open, turning into palm prints in the sky, and closing the energy that permeates the field.

The faces of the four Dharma kings who watched from the side of the Ming Sect changed miserably, and what appeared in Chen Ang's hands was the great shift of the Qiankun that they regarded as the magic skill of the town religion, and this martial art in Chen Ang's hands had a completely different change, except for some obvious shadows, in fact, it could already be regarded as another martial art that was the same.

Fang La's mind stabilized, put all his consciousness into the battle, not thinking about so many things, his body was advancing and retreating, and the holy flame in his hand was changing, but a shadowy force was transferring and dissolving his strength, and the two of them were also opposite each other, like two wonderful balance masters, destroying each other's center of gravity.

Suddenly, the energy attracted by Chen Ang suddenly condensed, like a real force, hitting the void, Fang La was puzzled in his heart, carefully protecting his vital points, and at the same time, the two forces twisted and wrapped around Chen Ang's side.

In the void, it was as if a piece of air had gone down, and suddenly a strong suction force erupted, deviating from Fang La's strength, Chen Ang waved his hand casually, and all kinds of strange force fields were born in the void, and a strange energy affected Fang La's feelings.

As if throwing himself into a net, he crashed into Chen Ang's good aura, Fang La only felt that Chen Ang had already seen through his martial arts path, his internal strength was virtual and real, and his moves were specifically aimed at him, and in the blink of an eye, he fell into Chen Ang's rhythm, and his body also froze, and a little emptiness trapped Fang La.

Chen Ang lightly pointed at Fang La's body, a complex force linkage, blocking his movements, and several strange internal forces sealed the big points around him.

Fang La couldn't hold it anymore, even if there was a great shift to reverse the acupoints and resolve that strange internal force, his face turned pale, he staggered back a few steps, and leaned weakly against the wall.

"Master!" Several Dharma kings were anxious, and hurriedly rushed up, surrounding Fang La's three sides, carefully guarded, while checking Fang La's injuries, Deng Yuanjue's internal force probed out, but felt that Fang La's body was chaotic into a pot of porridge, and the internal force was uncontrollable, and the violent conflict was violent, and if he was not careful, it caused Fang La's internal force to counterattack.

Deng Yuanjue felt a mysterious internal force rushing towards him, he didn't dare to resist, for fear of hurting Fang La, triggering his injury, and letting this force drive straight in, only to wear it out with internal force.

There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and Deng Yuanjue spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"His Holiness!" "Monk Deng!" The remaining Mingjiao high-ranking people held Deng Yuanjue's crumbling body and shouted anxiously.

"I'm fine!" After Deng Yuanjue vomited blood, the stuffiness in his chest dissolved a little.

"Oh no!" A disciple of the Ming Sect rushed over and hurriedly said: "The officers and soldiers under the mountain have attacked, they know the terrain on the mountain well, and some people have secretly responded and have broken into the main altar. ”

"What?" The people of the Ming Sect were shocked, and the flickering lights were already lit up in the distance, and there was a shout of killing.

Dozens of people in the clothes appeared around them, around Chen Ang, the backbone of the Five Elements Banner, the owner of the flag, was tied aside, and the officers and soldiers in the distance held strong bows and crossbows, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, with the help of the people in the clothes, the Mingjiao sect members were defeated and retreated.

In front of the kings, Chen Ang blocked the way, and after that, a large army attacked the mountain, unable to advance or retreat, and was trapped in death.

"It seems that this one is a slight advantage for the official."

Chen Ang smiled with his hand, picked up the oil-paper umbrella beside him, propped it on his head, and wisps of water droplets dripped down and fell into the puddle, making a crisp sound.

Fang La struggled to get up, his face was calm, and he said to Chen Ang: "Your Excellency's skills are superior, and the theory of victory and defeat is already clear-sighted. Today, my Mingjiao has encountered great difficulties, but the ups and downs of current affairs, difficulties and obstacles, we have been regarded as ordinary, the previous generations of sect leaders, there are all dead, Mingjiao has also had the danger of accumulation. ”

"It is normal for us to wait for life and death, but only if the flame is not extinguished, the sect will not die."

ps: Yesterday Kavin, I want to live and die, and today I finally made up for it. In the following evening, there will be two normal shifts.