The breeze blows, and the green leaves on the branches sway, as if infected by this atmosphere, and the crisp leaves leave the branches and sprinkle down.

Deng Yuanjue was on guard, a little bead of sweat oozed from his forehead, his whole body was condensed, the steel Zen staff was held in his hand, and there was a rare sweaty wetness in his palm, he fought for life and death more than 100 times in his life, but there was no time, comparable to this young man, standing there simply.

He could feel that the momentum that was gradually condensed on Chen Ang's body was like the rising of the red sun, brilliant and vast, swallowing thousands of miles of clouds, dyeing the vast momentum of the red rivers and mountains, rising little by little, bringing him almost suffocating pressure.

Prosperity must decline, Deng Yuanjue has been waiting for the moment when Chen Ang's breath turns from strong to weak, he would rather face the next earth-shattering blow, which will inevitably be earth-shattering, than face an imposing, vigorous and upward Chen Ang, facing the momentum of continuous burning and agitation in the battle.

This time, however, he miscalculated.

Chen Ang just stood there simply, but his qi was already connected with the surroundings, this wind, this tree, this falling leaves, all of them were a part of him, with his will, momentum, and his fighting spirit.

Shi Bao lifted the borrowed knife with difficulty, the beads of sweat on his forehead blurred his vision, but he didn't dare to wipe it in the face of Chen Ang, and he raised the internal force for too long, making his meridians faintly swollen and painful.

Both of them understood that no matter what the odds were, the next moment, they had to make a move, otherwise they would never have another chance, waiting for the point when Chen Ang's momentum turned down, they might not be able to wait until they died.

"Mingzun bless me, subdue demons and hoe traitors!" Deng Yuanjue snorted, a Zen staff weighing 100 catties, like a piece of paper, was lifted by him, crazy, infatuated, angry, Deng Yuanjue, who has always been calm and calm, pretended to be crazy at this moment, and the Zen staff in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, churning and swaying, under the heavy phantoms, it was a thousand catties of strength.

It is enlightenment, it is detachment, Deng Yuanjue behaves crazy, a Zen staff splashes the sky, the madness is vividly interpreted, and the stone of the cane is broken, but his face is peaceful and joyful, Jinghui is enlightened, his eyes are half-open and half-closed, revealing transcendent wisdom and consciousness.

"The rod is crazy, my heart is like a Buddha. The more crazy you are, the more detached you are. Crazy is sprinkled, wisdom is born! Chen Ang smiled indulgently, stepped into the shadow of the staff, and entered the life of the desperate road, although that breath was crumbling, but no matter how crazy Deng Yuanjue was, the Zen staff was always a little short of Chen Ang's vital point.

"Unexpectedly, the master is a Shaolin disciple!" Chen Ang cut through the shadow of the staff with one hand and pressed it on Deng Yuanjue's Zen staff, like Mount Tai taking root, no matter how the iron rod stirred, it could not be separated from Chen Ang's palm.

Deng Yuanjue's forehead was a thin layer of white hairy sweat, his monk's robe was half-undone, revealing the knotted tendons and bones of the steel wire on his chest, his expression was solemn and majestic, it was the essence of the Arhat subjugation in the mad wand method, Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, and he can surpass Deng Yuanjue in the attainments of the mad wand method, how can there be a person?

"The Sprinkle family is heavy by Shaolin, but the Tao is different, how can you bear it? I also don't want to learn from the Buddha's enlightenment, the bodhisattva's compassion, and the bird's anger that puts the overall situation first, so I just learn from the vajra angry eyes and overturn the injustice of this world with a rod! Deng Yuanjue laughed and said: "I kicked the Golden Buddha, demolished the temple, and came down the mountain to live happily with my brothers, overturning this unjust world." ”

He shouted loudly, his expression was heroic, he left life and death behind, and the staff method was even more wild, in Chen Ang's palm, he rushed left and right, overturning the mountain of five fingers, an iron rod was like a green dragon flicking its tail, and the clear shadow twitched, hitting Chen Ang's façade.

"Good time!" Chen Ang was full of spirits, seeing this powerful blow, he was not surprised but rejoiced, his two fingers rubbed slightly, and a little of the internal force of "Jin Kui Yao" was quietly pointed on the iron rod, Deng Yuanjue was surprised to find that the iron rod infused with his strong internal force suddenly shook, and the original feeling of being like an arm commander disappeared without a trace.

A chaotic and complicated aura of internal force disturbed the iron rod qi, causing the rhythm of Deng Yuanjue's attack to suddenly stagnate, revealing flaws that should not be there.

Chen Ang lightly, Ying Ying Yi Yi

With the blow of this dragonfly, it was immediately receiving, Deng Yuanjue only felt a chill in his chest, and Chen Ang had already withdrawn.

Shi Bao, who was faintly confronting Huang Sheng on the side, saw the opportunity, shouted, the long knife in his hand soared, swept a distance of several zhang, and slashed Chen Ang's neck, he didn't dare to directly slash Chen Angqifeng, but when he had the opportunity, he didn't mind picking up a bargain. After Chen Ang's breath calmed down, his rising momentum receded like a tide.

A wise person like Deng Yuanjue can naturally notice that Chen Ang's back is as deep as the abyssal sea, but a person like Shi Bao only sees the fluctuations of the tide on the surface, but he doesn't understand that for the sea, after the tide of great retreat, there will be earth-shattering waves.

Chen Ang withdrew his hand, took up an arc with his arms, and blocked the long knife between his arms, the knife light was powerful, and he couldn't move, Shi Bao knew that it was powerful, and wanted to retreat, but he felt that the long knife in his right hand was sharpened by two forces, and he couldn't pull out the knife for a while, and after hesitation, he missed the best time to abandon the knife and retreat.

It was still that ordinary finger, Shi Bao was taken aback, feeling that he had hundreds of limbs, none of them cooperated well, his eyes couldn't judge the direction, his ears heard the wrong wind, and his whole body was all twisted, just like the organs of the whole body had rebelled. Wait until this finger is on the body.

Shi Bao realized that what he saw and thought was a kind of 'illusion', the real finger, reversed the yin and yang, confused the five elements, not in a qiē common sense, with his own martial arts cultivation, he couldn't think of this truth, he only felt that he still couldn't escape in the face of this trick again.

In fact, there is nothing magical, Chen Ang just disrupted Shi Bao's breath, the meridians and blood of the human body, not only follow the avenue of yin and yang, but also the sympathy of the breath actually leads to the yin and yang of the human body.

Shi Bao is also a man with refined external skills, when he brags and bets on weekdays, he has also folded a few steel knives on his body, he is lucky under the skin, puffing up his internal qi, even if a sledgehammer is smashed, he can't be seriously injured, but by Chen Ang, the musculoskeletal is instantly twisted together.

He screamed and fell to the ground in convulsions. It was like a steel wire that was twisted into a ball and tangled into a dead knot, and part of the knotted muscles were torn, so that Shi Bao did not dare to act at will, and when he stopped, the yin and yang breath in his body suddenly began to mess up, and an upside-down internal qi disturbed his breath.

Under the attack from inside and outside, Shi Bao's eyes rolled and he fell unconscious.

Deng Yuanjue struggled to stand up, holding an iron rod, looking at Chen Ang with a complicated face, he had achieved a lot of Xuan Gong, Chen Ang's finger just now only leaked his essence, making him suddenly exhausted recently, his whole body was paralyzed, and in just a few breaths, Deng Yuanjue relied on a Xuan Gong to recover a trace of strength.

But he can only act reluctantly, and he is by no means an opponent for anyone here.

The most terrifying thing about the martial arts of "Jin Kui Yaolu" is its weird and changeable atmosphere, often within one combination, it makes people have no power to resist, if Chen Ang lets go, within a zhang alone, the yin and yang energy back and forth, unpredictable finger power, the skill is not his eighth layer, he can't afford to be a finger.

Deng Yuanjue also knew this truth, he said calmly: "The sprinkle family is powerless, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it, but if you want to take out a word from my mouth, it is a dream!" As he spoke, he closed his eyes and calmly suffered death.

"Great monk, don't panic first, I still have something to trouble you?" Chen Ang's eyes fell on Shi Bao, who was like a dead dog on the side, and said with a smile: "Please also bring a word to Fang La, Sect Master Fang!" ”

Deng Yuanjue's eyebrows lowered, his color did not change, and he said slowly: "If it is a word of persuasion, then there is no need to say more, if you say anything else, the Sprinkle family will live up to the trust and bring it to the sect leader in person." ”

"Please tell him, I'm coming!" Chen Ang let out a long laugh, left this short sentence, led everyone, led the horse, and took the patient, and disappeared into the sky, leaving only Deng Yuanjue to support the ground, and there was also a Nanli Dharma King Shi Bao, like a dead dog, paralyzed on the ground.

Deng Yuanjue helped him up, and the sentence left by Chen Ang was obviously not only a message, but also a person on the ground, and the two together were a complete message.

"I'm here, are you ready?"

And Shi Bao is the worship post that records this sentence, on behalf of the imperial court, with a Dharma king, signaling its existence in this land, on behalf of Chen Ang, with his martial arts, to make an invitation to Fang La.

An invitation to a duel.

It's a good time to fight with you. Even if you are superior, you will also decide life and death.

Wenming Sect Holy Fire Mountain, the scenery is beautiful, it is beautiful, the heart yearns for it, and it will bring the people to visit at a certain time! Chen Angliu.