Chen Ang's sword tip danced lightly, and a little under the jaw of the old boxer Xia of Zhengzhou Liuhemen who stepped forward to challenge, let him walk off the stage with a guilty face, Chen Ang put away his sword and stood, turned around to face Ding Mian, pointed at him lightly, and then hooked his index finger slightly.

"Ding Mian, you came here today, why are you standing still now?"

Ding Mian watched Chen Ang's successive victories, his face turned pale, and when he saw Chen Ang provoking like this, he was even more angry that the green tendons on his head burst out, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What a gut!" You're killing yourself, you're killing yourself! "He shouted 'kill himself' twice in a row, and the sound of grinding his teeth was clearly audible.

"Demon Sect thief, suffer death!" Ding Mian pulled out his long sword, his toes were a little earlier, and his huge body was like a big bird, rising and falling twice and passing over everyone, showing a wonderful light skill that did not match his slightly fat body.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword light has shaken off ten thousand pear blossoms, scattering them piece by piece, and there is a hidden killing machine in the beauty, even Chen Ang can't help but nod secretly when he sees it, the Songshan faction is really the leader of the five mountains, not to mention anything else, just looking at Ding Mian's swordsmanship, he will never be under the master of Yi again, and the internal force is even excessive, and the prosperity of Songshan's talents can be seen.

It is no wonder that Zuo Lengchan has the heart to annex the Wuyue Sword Sect, and the ambition of Wudang Shaolin is really a step forward, so he has to go like this, otherwise the Songshan faction will decline, and I am afraid that it is close at hand, just like the previous Huashan faction.

Ding Mian's swordsmanship spread, with his strong internal force, the enveloping energy was like a strong wind in a high post, with the long sword in his hand as the center, crushing the surrounding air, and the people who stood on the periphery of several zhang were forced by his strength, and they all felt difficult to breathe, and they were uncomfortable and speechless.

Chen Ang, who was facing Ding Mian's sword blade, was even more breathless, and the posture in his hand couldn't help but loosen, he didn't have internal strength at all, and he couldn't resist this momentum, so he could only deal with it by adjusting his breathing. Ding Mian watched below for a long time, and he had already seen through his weakness of insufficient internal strength, and this time it was aimed at his weakness, wanting to overcome skill with strength.

Ding Mian saw his flaws, the long sword in his hand flashed, and it turned a few times in the air, like a bolt of lightning, but the internal force on the sword became thicker and thicker, and then his body swept away, as if he was pulled by the sword light, and jumped several feet away, and came to Chen Ang.

Whoosh! The sharp silver light drew an arc, although the castration was not fast, but the condensation of the sword light was far better than the others, contrary to the normal state of the previous fast sword, with slow and fast, solid foundation, every move and style were clearly visible, but the strength on the sword was strong, and the sound of breaking the sky was swishing, even if it was far away, it would also be injured by the sword qi.

The swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword School is naturally based on light and spiritual changes, because all swords always use blades to hurt people, and the lethality is naturally seven points more powerful than fists and feet, whether it is a rookie in the rivers and lakes, or a scholar who is not diligent in five bodies, as long as the blade pierces the enemy's throat, it can make people account.

It doesn't matter whether you can hit the enemy's vital point or not, whether the internal force is deep or not, on the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors in hitting, so the light and fast, changing and mysterious swordsmanship has become the mainstream of the rivers and lakes. Therefore, those who learn swords are all injured by the enemy's vital points with their blades, and advocate light and agile changes.

Ding Mian saw clearly below, the light and agile swordsmanship, no one is faster than Chen Ang, the subtlety of the changes, and it has not escaped Chen Ang's eyes, the mainstream swordsmanship of the rivers and lakes is naturally restrained by people with strong understanding. However, Yue Buqun, who used the qi sword and used a stupid swordsmanship, had the upper hand.

The slow sword in his hand is all the way out, all relying on the original to hurt people, not pursuing the change of swordsmanship, but forcing people with internal force, the Songshan swordsmanship in Ding Mian's hand is more strict, strict and majestic, and the power is three points better than when it is a fast fight.

"Ding!"

The two long swords intersected in the air, Chen Ang's long sword shook, and hit the same position of Ding Mian's long sword three times in a row, but the right angle of the blade was staggered, and the three inches of the long sword under the center of gravity were struck obliquely.

"What?"

Ding Mian's hand holding the sword shook, he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and his face changed miserably, "How is it possible?" He slapped out his backhand, and a vigorous force ran on his left hand, the internal force was surging, and the palm was like a tota.

Tota's hand Ding Mian came from this palm.

The galloping palm power was released with his slap, even if it was a boulder in front of him, it could crack three points, if it was slapped by him, Chen Ang's internal organs would turn into flesh and mud, but Ding Mian's face immediately became gloomy, and he caught a glimpse of a little cold light flying up, shooting directly into his eyes, but it was Chen Ang's left hand, and three points of cold light greeted him.

Ding Mian had to fly back, his palm power spread all over the three zhang in front of him, stagnating the dark weapon of the burst, and with a wave of the long sword in his right hand, he knocked it away. But at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, his shoulders were slightly lowered by three points, and the long sword stabbed diagonally from below.

This hand is not the Central Plains swordsmanship, but the Persian assassin technique, which is a two-handed swordsmanship, which is contrary to the common sense of the Central Plains martial arts.

Waving his hand to lay a sword curtain in front of him, Ding Mian's face was happy, and the strong internal force was poured into the long sword, and he fought hard with the stabbing sword, and with a 'bang', the long sword in Ding Mian's hand was shocked out of his hand and broken into three pieces.

"Impossible!" Ding Mian's eyes showed a look of disbelief, seeing the long sword that was still stabbed, he was in a hurry, he was lucky with his left palm, and slapped violently on the broken sword blade in front of him, and several cold lights shot towards Chen Ang's face.

Chen Ang's long sword lightly picked them up and knocked them to the ground one by one, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to withdraw and retreated five or six steps.

"What kind of sorcery are you?" Seeing the blue pupils flashing in Chen Ang's eyes, Ding Mian was horrified in his heart, and the clothes under his chest cut a foot-long gap, revealing his white body.

"Senior brother, take the sword!" Lu Bai flew up, handed Ding Mian a long sword, stood side by side with him, and held it against Chen Ang, Chen Ang smiled slightly, pulled out a long sword with his backhand, and handed it out at the same time.

Two cold lights burst into the sky, and they actually had Songshan swordsmanship in one hand and Hengshan swordsmanship in the other, and the cooperation was not leaking, so that Ding Mian and the two could only parry hard, and had to follow Chen Ang's long sword to use several sets of Songshan swordsmanship one by one.

"Has this kid practiced swordsmanship in his womb? How is it possible to use two different swordsmanship with both hands at the same time? How old is he? Lu Bai's eyes showed a look of horror.

On the other side, Yu Canghai's shock was even better than the two on the stage, he also fought with Chen Ang yesterday, and he only felt that Chen Ang's secret weapon was powerful, but he took out all his strength to make a fight. But now it seems that Chen Ang's desire to take his life is just a matter of a few tricks, and it is as easy as a hand.

He thought that Chen Ang would definitely not just forget it, thinking of the grudge entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, Yu Canghai's eyes flashed a touch of ruthlessness. Looking back at Lin Pingzhi on the side, he secretly said in his heart: "If I can get the evil sword spectrum, I won't be afraid of that kid!" ”

Turning around quietly, Yu Canghai slowly approached Lin Pingzhi, with a crazy look in his eyes.

Although Lin Pingzhi was dazzled by Chen Ang's swordsmanship, he never let go of Yu Canghai, the great enemy, in his heart, he turned around vigilantly and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in place, so he hurriedly looked around.

Seeing him look over, Yu Canghai made a mistake at his feet, the cloak behind him shook, turned into a green shadow and flew past dozens of people, his right hand was pinched into an iron claw, and the claw was grabbed, "Huh! Grabbed Lin Pingzhi's front door.

Lin Pingzhi was shocked, his body didn't have time to move, and he was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.

I saw a pretty shadow beside him, grabbed him by the collar, and took a few steps back, and at the same time, the cold light of his right hand flashed, and a powerful crossbow shot straight into Yu Canghai's chest, which was turned over by his cloak and wrapped down.

"Yu Canghai, you dare!" Qu Feiyan pulled Lin Pingzhi and shouted, "Aren't you afraid of that person on stage?" As he spoke, he raised his chin and gestured to Chen Ang.

"He is now entangled by the people of the Songshan faction, and he is too busy to take care of himself, what can he do to me?" Yu Canghai sneered: "When the evil sword spectrum is in hand, why should I be afraid of him?" ”

"But you're scared to death now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and laughed at him, looking at Yu Canghai's weak eyes, she smiled slightly: "Not only are you afraid of him now, but you will also be afraid of death in the future, even if you practice the evil sword technique, you are still afraid, because he is too young!" So young, you don't know when he is, and you don't even pay attention to the evil sword technique! ”

Yu Canghai's face was pale, he was indeed afraid of Chen Ang, not only because he was young and had unlimited potential, but also because of his amazing talent in martial arts, Yu Canghai was not even sure that even if he practiced the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, would he be learned by Chen Ang in the first fight. But he is already desperate, like a gambler who has lost all his wealth, willing to believe in an illusory hope.

Not to mention that the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits is not illusory.

"I've been here for so long, he hasn't even looked at you, it can be seen that in his heart, you are not an important person, in the future, I will fly away, how much time will he have to trouble me?" Yu Canghai sneered.

Qu Feiyan glanced at him, and a bright cylinder suddenly appeared in his hand, pointing at Yu Canghai and said, "Maybe it's not that he doesn't care, but that he has been prepared!" Yu Canghai, if you don't want to taste the power of the heart-piercing needle in my hand, it's better not to come! ”