Chen Ang danced lightly at the tip of his sword, and a little bit under the jaw of the old boxer Xia from Liuhemen, Zhengzhou who was challenging him, let him walk off the stage with shame. Chen Ang closed his sword and stood up, turned around and faced Ding Mian, pointed at him lightly, and then slightly hooked his index finger.

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

Ding Mian looked at Chen Ang's easy victory one after another, and his face turned pale. Seeing Chen Ang's provocation, he was so angry that the blue veins on his head burst out, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How brave! You are seeking death, and you are seeking death!" He shouted twice in a row, and the sound of grinding his teeth was clearly heard.

"Demon Sect, die!" Ding Mian pulled out his long sword, and his toes lit up before. His huge body was like a big bird. He rose and fell and passed everyone, showing a wonderful light skill that was inconsistent with his slightly fat body.

When he turned his wrist, the sword light had already shook out tens of pear blossoms, and it was scattered in pieces. The beauty was hidden in the murderous intent. Even Chen Ang could not help but nodded secretly. Songshan School was indeed the leader of the Five Mountains. Not to mention anything else, just looking at Ding Mian's sword technique, he would never be inferior to Master Ding Yi, and his internal strength was even better. The popularity of Songshan's talents can be seen.

No wonder Zuo Lengchan had the intention to annex the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the ambition to win the Wudang Shaolin Sect. It was really a step at the top of a hundred feet. He had to go like this. Otherwise, the Songshan Sect would decline, and it would be near to see it, just like the Huashan Sect before.

Ding Mian's sword technique was spread out, and combined with his strong internal force, the energy wrapped around him was like the strong wind of Gaogang. With the long sword in his hand as the center, the air around him was crushed. The people standing several feet away from the outside, when he was forced to breathe, they felt difficult to breathe and were so uncomfortable that they could not speak.

Chen Ang, who faced Ding Mian's sword, had a stagnation in his whole body, and his posture couldn't help but relax. He had no internal strength at all, and had no way to resist this energy. He could only deal with it by adjusting his breathing. Ding Mian looked below for a long time and had long seen through his weakness of insufficient internal strength. This time, it was targeting his weakness, and he wanted to defeat tricks with strength.

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

Wow! The sharp silver light drew an arc. Although the casting was not fast, the place where the sword light condensed was far better than the others. It was contrary to the normal state of fast swords before, and it used slow to fight fast and solid foundation. Every move was clearly visible. However, the force on the sword was strong, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded. Even if it was one point away, it would be injured by the sword energy.

The sword technique of the Five Mountains Sword Sect is naturally focused on light and agile changes, because whenever a sword always uses a sharp blade to hurt people, the lethality is born seven points higher than the fist and foot. Whether it is a rookie in the world or a scholar with no diligence in five bodies, as long as the sword blade penetrates into the enemy's throat, it can make people lose their debts.

If you can hit the enemy's key points, it doesn't matter whether your internal strength is deep or not. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors in the hard work. Therefore, the light and quick, changing and mysterious sword techniques have become the mainstream of the world. Therefore, those who learn swordsmanship all use sharp blades to hurt the enemy's key points and advocate light and agile changes.

Ding Mian saw clearly below that his light sword technique was no longer faster than Chen Ang's. The mysterious change could not escape Chen Ang's eyes. The mainstream sword technique in the world was naturally restrained by people with strong understanding. However, Yue Buqun, who used his qi to control his sword and used his clumsy sword technique, gained the upper hand.

The slow sword in his hand was completely dependent on hurting people with his original intention and not pursuing changes in swordsmanship. But with internal strength, the Songshan sword technique in Ding Mian's hand was even more rigorous and dignified, and its power was three points better than when he was in a fast strike.

"bite!"

The two long swords intersected in vain. Chen Ang's long sword shook and hit the same position of Ding Mian's long sword three times in a row, but the blade was staggered at the right angle and hit the three-inch vital points under the center of gravity of the long sword.

"What?"

Ding Mian's hand holding the sword was shocked, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, his face changed bitterly, "How is that possible?" He slapped out with a backhand, and a powerful force was circulating on his left hand, with internal force surging, and his palm was like a tower.

The Tota hand Ding Mian came from this palm.

The rushing palm power was blew with him. Even if there was a huge rock in front of him, it could still break three points. If it was slapped by him, Chen Ang's internal organs would turn into flesh paste. Ding Mian's face immediately became gloomy. He caught a glimpse of a cold light flying and shot straight into his eyes. However, Chen Ang's left hand was used to meet him, and three cold lights came forward.

Ding Mian had to fly away, his palm power spread three feet in front of him, and he stopped the hidden weapon of the shooting. He waved the sword with his right hand and knocked it away. But at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, his shoulders were slightly lowered, and the sword pierced from below.

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

He waved his hand and set up a sword curtain in front of him. Ding Mian showed joy. His deep internal force was poured into the sword and fought hard with the stabbing sword. With a "clang" sound, Ding Mian's long sword in his hand was shocked and broke into three pieces.

"Impossible!" Ding Mian's eyes showed an incredible look. Seeing the long sword that was still coming, he became wise in a hurry. He was lucky with his left palm and slapped the broken sword tip in front of him, and several cold lights shot towards Chen Ang's face.

Chen Ang raised his sword lightly and knocked them down one by one to the ground, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to pull away and took five or six steps back.

"What kind of magic are you?" Seeing the blue pupils flashing in Chen Ang's eyes, Ding Mian was shocked. The clothes under his chest cut open a large foot-length hole, revealing his white body.

"Senior Brother, take the sword!" Lu Bai flew up and handed Ding Mian a long sword, standing side by side with him, holding on to Chen Ang. Chen Ang smiled slightly, pulled out another long sword with his backhand, handing it out at the same time.

Two cold lights suddenly rose and cut through the sky. One hand, Songshan Sword Technique and the other hand, Hengshan Sword Technique, cooperated without any leakage, so Ding Mian and the others could only resist and had to follow Chen Ang's long sword to use several sets of Songshan Sword Techniques one by one.

"Did this kid practice sword skills in his womb? How could he use two different sword skills with both hands at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai's eyes showed horror.

On the other hand, Yu Canghai's shock was even better than the two on the stage. He had fought with Chen Ang yesterday, but he thought Chen Ang's hidden weapon was powerful, but he showed his full strength and could fight. But now it seems that Chen Ang's intention to take his life was just a few tricks, and it was easy to get out of his hands.

He judged others by himself, and felt that Chen Ang would not just let it go. Thinking of the grudges and entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, a ruthlessness flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes. He looked back at Lin Pingzhi on the side and said in his heart: "If I can get the Evil-Breaking Sword Guide, I will not be afraid of that kid!"

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

Although Lin Pingzhi was attracted by Chen Ang's swordsmanship, he never let go of Yu Canghai, a big enemy. He turned around alertly and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in place, so he hurriedly looked around.

Seeing him see, Yu Canghai's feet were wrong, the cloak behind him shook, turned into a green shadow and flew past dozens of people. His right hand was pinched into iron claws, and he strode his claws to grab the claws, and grabbed Lin Pingzhi's face with a "swish!"

Lin Pingzhi was shocked and had no time to move, and he was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.

I saw a pretty shadow beside him pulling his collar and taking a few steps back. At the same time, a cold light flashed with his right hand, and a powerful crossbow shot straight into Yu Canghai's chest. He was swept over by his cloak and wrapped around him.

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

"He is now entangled by the people of the Songshan Sect and can't take care of himself. What can I do to me?" Yu Canghai sneered: "When the Evil-Breaking Sword Book is obtained, why should I be afraid of him?"

"But you are afraid of death now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and smiled at him. Looking at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes, she smiled slightly, "You are not only afraid of him now, but also afraid of death in the future. Even if you practice the Evil-Breaking Sword Technique, you are still afraid because he is too young! You are so young that you don't even know when he will take Evil-Breaking Sword Technique seriously!"

Yu Canghai's face turned pale. He was indeed afraid of Chen Ang. Not only because of his youth and his potential, but also because of his amazing talent in martial arts, Yu Canghai was not even sure that even if he practiced the Evil-Breaking Sword Skill, would he be learned by Chen Ang in the first fight. But he was already desperate, like a gambler who lost all his wealth, willing to believe in an illusory hope.

Not to mention that the Evil-Breaking Sword Score is not illusory.

"I've been here for so long, and he didn't even look at you. It can be seen that in his heart, you are not an important person. If I go far away in the future, how much time does he have to come and cause trouble for me?" Yu Canghai sneered.
Chapter completed!