The rain poured on the bluestone slab, hit the cyan oil-paper umbrella, splashed countless tiny water droplets, forming a thin layer of water mist, obscuring Chen Ang's thin figure under the paper umbrella.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the peak of the dazzling electric light of the Holy Flame Mountain was translucent, and at the peak, the vague figure was hidden in the thin mist. In the rolling thunder, Fang La peeled off his coat, revealing his strong chest, the rain slid down his back, and several terrifying old scars, like centipedes, hovered over his vital point.

These hideous wounds made Huang Shang moved, although they have healed, but looking at the terrible wounds that stick to the vital point, you can imagine how thrilling and dangerous this once was.

Several Dharma kings of the Ming Sect stood behind Fang La, letting the rain hit them, each of them was a first-class master in the world, and they were also killed from the sea of corpses and blood, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they had experienced a hundred battles. However, they willingly submitted to the man named Fang La.

Some of them have amazing qualifications, and they have practiced a mastery that few people have practiced, some of them came from famous families, and they have been pondering martial arts for decades, contacting them, and some of them have fought from the bottom, and they have fought out their strength with their bravery. However, it was Fang La, an ordinary person from a peasant family, who convinced all of them and became the veritable leader of the Ming Sect.

Huang Sheng solemnly looked at Fang La, who walked up to the high platform step by step, his expression was unprecedentedly dignified, although he was not involved in the rivers and lakes, but when it came to vision, the four great Dharma kings of Mingjiao were tied together, and they were not as good as him.

From the door, to the high platform, only a few dozen steps away, the water and raindrops on the bluestone slab collided with countless small waves, if someone stepped on the water, they must be able to feel the soft touch, and the skin touched the slight splash. Children who are naughty in the heavy rain like this feeling the most.

There are many people who hate this damp feeling, and even if they are particular and careful, it is inevitable that the water splashes on the ground, the churning water mist, and wets their trouser legs.

This kind of trouble is inevitable.

But Huang Sheng found that Fang La's trouser legs were dry, and the rain dripped down his chest, and the raindrops hit him powerfully, but they were firmly adsorbed on the surface of his skin like a sponge, and soon coated him with a water film.

When he stepped into the puddle, it was as if he had submerged in the water little by little, silently, without waves, and the rising mist could not even reach his skin, so it gathered into droplets and fell again.

That's a lot of power!

There are some good hands in the rivers and lakes, but they have three points of skill, so they use one hand to toast in the air without spilling, and the ability to use the tofu in the palm of the sword without hurting people to boast of their martial arts. They should really let them take a look, Fang La's table at this time.

Countless small, chaotic, unpredictable water droplets, light or heavy, different sizes, like countless headless flies, complex, trivial force, from different directions, at different speeds, inconsistent contact with Fang La's body, at this moment, complex force changes, can be called the most unique hidden weapon in the world.

No one can escape the attack of water in the heavy rain.

This is the world, the most terrible secret weapon, it is unpredictable, it is secretive, it is silent, often unconsciously, it wets your clothes, if you let the most powerful secret weapon master in the Tang Sect, take a look at this heavy rain, can he have the slightest idea of confrontation?

If he let the world, the most powerful hand, the most powerful person, can he dodge and catch this ubiquitous heavy rain?

But Fang La did this, he took all the raindrops that hit him, every slightest bit of force, every most inconspicuous contact, Fang La dissolved them one by one, diverting their power. It's like a master who borrows his strength and faces countless attacks at the same time.

The great shift of Qiankun, this is the great shift of Qiankun, the world's martial arts strength control first, can be called the peerless martial arts of the general outline of martial arts, in front of it, a qiē pay attention to the subtle martial arts, are like jokes.

Those complicated, no one in the world can practice, hundreds of years to produce a genius, with a lifetime to learn, pondering martial arts, as long as a face, Fang La can be ten times more proficient than their creators.

For the grasp of strength, there is no martial arts in this world that can go beyond its scope, with Fang La, the most powerful sect leader in the history of the Ming Sect, decades of attainments in this martial arts, coupled with Chen Ang's guidance, Yin and Yang changes, with the help of force, move the strength, and complete its core.

It is an unprecedented peerless martial arts.

"Congratulations!" Chen Ang said happily.

Fang La walked in front of it and sighed leisurely: "Until just now, I didn't feel the joy of martial arts, being able to describe the way of heaven and man, unrestrained freedom, great liberation, only this moment in my life can I understand the joy of being satisfied with martial arts." ”

"It is extremely happy for a person to do something with all his heart, and you have to really love it to feel its charm." Chen Ang smiled and said to him.

Fang La said: "I didn't understand you originally, but it wasn't until I stood here that I knew how rare and good it was to have an opponent of equal strength." ”

"I'm lucky to have such an opponent." Chen Ang said with a smile: "It is also my luck to be able to see the eighth layer of the Great Shift. ”

In the Ming Sect, when the Qiankun Great Shift was only six and a half layers, it was already a rare miracle in the world, and the masters of the past dynasties only practiced to the sixth layer, and they were a few masters in the martial arts. This time, with Fang La's decades of accumulation, Chen Ang's supreme martial arts wisdom brought together the martial arts crystallization of the two worlds of Xiao Ao and Tianlong, and was pushed to the nine-layer realm.

Presumably there must be an extremely brilliant and brilliant splendor. Chen Ang was looking forward to it deeply.

He put down the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and stepped into the heavy rain.

The rain fell on him, sliding down without any force, swaying a water curtain, Chen Ang stepped on the stone slab, soared into the air, like a cloud dragon, swimming freely in the rain curtain, swaying out of the water droplets, with light and heavy, different sizes of energy, pounced on Fang La.

A finger, waiting behind the water droplets, without the smell of fireworks, freely pointed on the water droplets, Chen Angzhi passed through the heavy rain, and pointed to Fang La.

In the countless droplets, there is an unknown amount of dark energy, and in every drop of water, there can be a world hidden, at least for Chen Ang, that's how it is. Cold, hot, cold and stuffy, dry, poisonous and evil, strange qi destroys the balance of yin and yang, and reverses the breath of the human body, which is the true qi of illness.

Those who are injured by the true qi of illness, such as being seriously ill, the way of yin and yang can bring the dead back to life, and it can also extinguish vitality.

This is no longer just a martial art that hurts people and kills, but a kind of divine medical skill.

Fang Lashu turned around, his hands were like a portal, blocking himself in all directions, splashing water droplets, hitting his hands, no matter how heavy the strength was, the dark energy was weird, all of them were transferred by a mellow energy, following the direction he came, guiding, the water droplets in mid-air converged into a palm-sized water ball, strangely suspended in mid-air.

Even though the water polo is complex and changeable, and Chen Ang's strength is unpredictable, but when it encounters the smooth and smooth mellow force, the reversal of the strength, the combing of yin and yang, and the magic of the great shift of the universe are vividly and vividly played. Infinite power was blocked in a small water ball, and the heavy rain fell on Fang La's body, but it slipped down weakly.

Even this power is still in the water polo.

The strength that Chen Ang sent over was restrained one by one, and gradually accumulated, Fang La smiled slightly, and sent his hands back, just like a big lake filled with flood water when a flash flood broke out, and the water balloon dissipated silently, but that power poured out with Fang La's own vigor, like a lake embankment bursting, and the flood rushed out.

This is to attribute Chen Ang's power to himself and send it out together, as if the two of them joined forces, in this world, can anyone else catch the blow of Chen Ang and Fang La's team?

Chen Ang's finger, followed closely behind, and hit this thunderous blow, if it is true, the phalanges, recklessness, arm bones, shoulder bones, and ribs will be broken immediately, the muscles and bones will be broken, and the five will be burned.

Even if the gods in the sky come, they will die miserably.

But it is Chen Ang, the world has changed, and there are only two people in the world who can reach the peak, one is Fang La, the other is Chen Ang, the two of them are inside and outside, and they each complete the mystery of this magic skill.

Although Chen Ang hadn't comprehended half of what Fang La had learned at this moment, he also knew the mystery of the Great Shift, because it was the martial arts that the two of them worked together to create and deduce.