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

On the surface of the water, countless small, tiny ripples swayed the moonlight, and the cold wind carried the rain on the face, bringing a sense of cold freshness. Chen Ang was on the independent light boat, leisurely looking at the lake and water, his face was tranquil and not waves.

Behind him was Murong Bo, who came out of the wolf, with a gloomy face and a solemn look.

"If I'm not mistaken, Your Excellency just used it, but my Murong family's ginseng finger?"

Chen Ang flicked the rain lightly, turned around and said: "Martial arts have reached the realm of you and me, and the ordinary moves have long been ignored. ”

Murong Bo sighed and said, "Fu'er has been practicing fingering for twenty years, but it is not as good as what you got in March, if I didn't know, I'm afraid I would think that 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, even if he practices for another hundred years, he will not be my opponent!" ”

There was not the slightest sarcasm in his voice, it was just a bland statement, but it was very unpleasant to hear Murong Bo's ears, his complexion changed for a while, cloudy and uncertain, and he sighed for a long time: "Also, Your Excellency's martial arts are advancing day by day, and his age is not much older than Fu'er, even if he wants to reach your current realm, it will take twenty years." ”

"Twenty years is not enough!"

Chen Ang flicked it lightly, and the rain silk falling in front of him, a little silver thread, which was originally the softest thing in the world, was played with by him like a silver bead, and with the power of this bullet, it shot out in vain. In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and countless criss-crossing ripples appeared on the dozens of zhang of water between Murong Bo and Chen Ang.

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

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

Tens of thousands of silver filaments were left on the other side of the waves, only a little silver mang, breaking through the splash, shot in, hit Murong Bo's waving sleeve, splashed violently, and even the boat under Murong Bo pushed straight away a distance of several feet.

"Flower fingers!" Murong Bo was horrified in his heart, Chen Ang actually used the rain silk as a chess piece, and pinned a wisp of flower finger power, you must know that water is the softest thing in the world, formless and phaseless, and those who can use water to send a secret weapon can be described as unheard of, and it is more like a myth to shoot dozens of steps without exhaustion.

Before he could put down his sleeves, a round cloth the size of a chess piece floated down his chest, revealing the flesh color on his chest, and this time Murong Bo couldn't even maintain his face, revealing a shocked look. It is already an incredible thing that the power of the flower finger can be placed on the rain silk, Chen Ang actually retained the flower finger silently and colorlessly, and the volley power is powerful.

The finger force passed through Murong Bo's robe and subdued the demon skill, leaving a mark on his chest.

This martial art can be said to be extremely terrifying.

"Twenty years, it's really not enough."

Murong Bo strengthened his spirit, his eyes focused on his fingers, saw an opportunity, and pointed at the silver wire in front of him, a little cold solidified the rain wire, and at one point, the ice ridge shot out.

Chen Ang over there smiled, flicked three times in front of him, a little weak droplet, like an arrow as fast as an arrow, the force is incomparable, hitting people, I am afraid it is not inferior to steel, can smash bones. His rain was as sticky as mercury, and it didn't condense into ice like Murong Bo.

For this alone, Murong Bo lost first, although the ice was strong, Chen Ang supported the power with an invisible thing, which was better than his finger of ice condensation.

"Your Excellency's Doraya's finger is domineering and tight!" Murong Bo waved three times in a row before he broke up three droplets, and Chen Ang gently copied it, and twisted the ice ridge on his fingertips, "The old gentleman's participation finger power is also unparalleled in the world." ”

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

There was silence, only a little warning in his heart made him extremely vigilant, and there was no basis for Murong Bo to point in the void, and there was a bang in the air, and dozens of raindrops burst out, as if two strong forces suddenly collided together.

The mist filled the air, and Murong Bo's ears were sweaty, and he said in a trembling voice: "Wuxiang Robbery Finger, Your Excellency actually uses water vapor as the base to bear the finger power, admire!" Admire! ”

The first admiration, when the exit, Murong Bo was still on the boat, and after the second admiration fell, he had already fallen into the lake, Murong Bo invaded his sleeves under the water, swayed a stream of water, toes a little water, and kicked a water balloon, which is the Shaolin stunt, like a shadow with the legs, Dharma palm.

But the two palms and legs that Murong Bo tried his best to do his best were slightly shocked by Chen Ang, and they exploded in the air, Chen Ang's five fingers rotated, little by little silver threads, or stagnant, or heavy, or swift and incomparable, or silent, the martial arts that Murong Bo had seen in his life were carried by a little rain, forcing him to be wolf.

The two of them, with the lake as a chessboard and the lake and rain as a chess piece, played a game of earth-shattering chess in the lake under the moon, Murong Bo had long forgotten the competition, and used all his strength to deal with this unprecedented strong enemy, but Chen Ang was just forcing out his potential.

Murong Bo has learned martial arts for many years, subtlety, but quite a bit of taste, he has practiced more than 20 years of Shaolin stunts, a hundred schools of martial arts, together with his own Murong family mastery, became the object of Chen Ang's learning.

If it is said that Chen Ang was still forcibly controlled by his strong martial arts cultivation at the beginning, then now, under the polishing and teaching of Murong Bo, these mastery have an indescribable taste, a little bit of subtlety to the bone marrow, revealed from Chen Ang's swaying, and all kinds of martial arts wisdom in the collection of books have been carefully chewed and excavated more subtle subtleties.

Murong Bo was forced to the extreme, slapping the water hard, he forgot what the rules were, and pounced on Chen Ang with his right hand, which was the 'Flower Finger' that Chen Ang used just now, the latent strength of this finger was extremely insidious, and in Murong Bo's use, it was more murderous than any Shaolin monk.

It is completely abandoning all compassion and staying behind, only emphasizing the power of a move, the dignified Buddhist martial arts, in the hands of Murong Bo, the power has increased greatly, but there is a little more taste of advancing and retreating, and the killing power is extremely extreme, even if the Shaolin monk who created the martial arts is alive, he must avoid its edge.

It's a pity that he is facing Chen Ang.

Only Chen Ang can smile, and his face is always calm and free, as if he has a deep understanding in the dark. According to the legend of Zen Buddhism, Shakyamuni said the Dharma at the Lingshan Meeting, and the golden Polo flowers in his hand were displayed all over the people, and everyone was silent, only the Venerable Ka Ye smiled. That's the finger of the flower.

The Buddha plucked the flowers, and the leaves smiled.

But seeing that Chen Ang's fingers were extremely soft, every time his left hand popped out, it was like he was going to bounce off the dew beads on the flowers in his right hand, but he was afraid that the petals would be shaken off, Murong Bo didn't see the finger power, but he felt a pain in his chest, and his body shot out and fell on the surface of the lake.

"Flowers bloom to see people, people see me."

This finger has been between the phase and the phase, like an epiphany, dark and unattainable, no sound, has reached the formless, phaseless, colorless, qualityless, everything is empty to the realm, even the Shaolin abbot here, can only admire.

Chen Angqu pointed to it, sitting on the water, only a lotus leaf, under his body to set off him, gently stroked, the silver filaments in the sky fell one after another, condensed like the essence of the energy, with the drizzle as the string, the heaven and the earth like a piano, played softly.

I saw a little silver wire being pulled by Chen Angqu's fingers, a little silent sound, soaked in the heaven and earth, the lake surface was like a huge speaker, vibrating slightly, "Zheng!" A soft sound spread throughout the lake, and even Wang Yuyan, who was far away in Mantuo Villa, raised her head suspiciously, and said softly: "Who is playing the piano?" ”

Chen Ang's pupils were blue, all his thoughts, all his perceptions, all stayed at this moment, time stood still, the falling drizzle, the gentle lake, and the beautiful moonlight became a static picture at this moment, instantly turned into eternity, and instantly became eternal, only the faint sound of the piano seemed to come from outside the sky.

The rain in the sky is bundled together, revealing the white moonlight, I don't know if it's really an illusion? An invisible hand, gently brushing hundreds of millions of silver wires, a finger of flowers, silent, colorless, formless and phaseless, but can move a thousand people.

The sound of the piano is sound, but silent, the melody exceeds the limit of human listening, but under the vibration of the lake, it can be heard, invisible sound waves, permeating the entire lake, everything vibrates in unison, including Murong Bo's internal organs, blood vessels, meridians, and even internal force, with the jump of Chen Ang's fingertips, trembling, uncontrollable.

In a trance, Murong Bo was unconscious, and could only dance indiscriminately under the sound of the piano, countless small, intricate qi infiltrated into his body, controlled, pulled, and even changed his internal force, Murong Bo was like a puppet, controlled by the light, from the body, to the sanity.

In the face of such terrible martial arts, the "Life and Death Talisman" is just a pediatric, and it is not terrible to control the life and death of a person, but it is terrifying to control his heart, the force confuses the heart, and the Dafa of the Ecstasy is born from the sound, and it is better than a qiē spiritual secret technique, changing Murong Bo's sanity.

As he danced wildly, the invisible energy, the control became more and more tight, and the sound of the piano gradually climaxed, and finally, in the sound of the strings breaking, everything was silent and calmed down. The rain fell again, and the moonlight gradually blurred, drowning in the rain, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Ang flicked his hands and sighed:

"A song of liver and intestines is broken, where can I find a soulmate at the end of the world?"