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Chapter 14 Using cleverness to defeat power

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    The tip of Chen Ang's sword danced lightly, and the old boxer from Zhengzhou Liuhemen Xia who stepped forward to challenge him just touched his chin slightly, causing him to walk off the stage with a ashamed look on his face. Chen Ang stood up with his sword put away, turned around to face Ding Mian, and gently said to him  One finger, and then slightly hook the index finger.

    "Ding Mian, you came in such a big way today, why are you standing still now?"

    Ding Mian's face turned livid as he watched Chen Ang win easily one after another. Seeing Chen Ang's provocation, he was so angry that the veins on his head popped out. He gritted his teeth and said, "How brave! You are asking for your own death. You are asking for your own death."  Seeking death!" He shouted "Searching for death" twice, and the sound of grinding his teeth was clearly audible.

    "Devil sect thief, suffer death!" Ding Mian drew out his long sword and moved his toes a little forward. His huge body was like a big bird. He jumped over the crowd with two movements, showing an exquisite figure that did not match his slightly fat body.  Qinggong.

    With a twist of his wrist, the sword light had shaken out tens of thousands of pear blossoms. The pieces fell down, and there was hidden murderous intention in the beauty. Even Chen Ang couldn't help but nodded secretly after seeing it. The Songshan sect is indeed the leader of the five mountains. If nothing else, just light.  Looking at Ding Mian's swordsmanship, it is definitely not inferior to Master Dingyi's, and his internal strength is even better. This shows the prosperity of Songshan's talents.

    No wonder Zuo Lengchan has the intention to annex the Wuyue Sword Sect and aspire to dominate the Wudang Shaolin School. This is really the last step. He has to take this step, otherwise the decline of the Songshan Sect may be around the corner, just like the Huashan Sect before.  Same.

    Ding Mian's sword skills spread out, and in conjunction with his strong internal strength, the energy he carried was like a strong wind on a high mountain. With the long sword in his hand as the center, it shredded the surrounding air. The people standing a few feet away and watching,  He felt hard to breathe when he was forced to do so, and he was so uncomfortable that he could not speak.

    Facing Ding Mian's sword, Chen Ang's breath was stagnant, and his posture could not help but relax. He had no internal strength at all and could not resist this energy. He could only deal with it by adjusting his breathing.  Ding Mian had been watching below for a long time, and he had already seen through his weakness of insufficient internal strength. This time, he targeted his weakness and wanted to use force to overcome skill.

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

    Whoosh whoosh!  The sharp silver light drew an arc. Although the castration was not fast, the sword light was condensed far better than others. It was contrary to the normal situation of fast swords before, using slow and fast to lay a solid foundation. Every move was clearly visible, but the sword  The force on the sword is strong, and the sound of piercing the air is swishing. Even if it is even a little away, it will be injured by the sword energy.

    The swordsmanship of Wuyue Sword School naturally focuses on agility and change, because any sword always uses its sharp edge to hurt people, and its lethality is inherently more powerful than fists and feet. No matter whether it is a rookie or an industrious person,  Scholars, as long as the sword blade pierces the enemy's throat, he will be punished.

    To be able to hit the enemy's vital points, it doesn't matter whether the internal strength is deep or not. On the contrary, speed and change have become the most important factors for hitting. Therefore, the swordsmanship that is light and fast, and changes and mysterious has become the mainstream in the world.  Therefore, those who learn swordsmanship always use their sharp edges to injure the enemy's vital points, advocating light and agile changes.

    Ding Mian could see clearly from below. No one was faster than Chen Ang in the light swordsmanship. The mysterious changes could not escape Chen Ang's eyes. The mainstream swordsmanship in the world was naturally restrained by those with strong understanding.  .  On the other hand, Yue Buqun, who controlled the sword with Qi and used clumsy sword skills, had the upper hand.

    The slow sword technique in Ding Mian's hand relies entirely on hurting people with his own strength, not pursuing changes in the sword technique, but using his internal strength to force people. The Songshan sword technique in Ding Mian's hand is even more solemn, majestic, and more powerful than the fast sword technique.  When playing, it is three points better.

    "Ding!"

    The two long swords were crossing each other in the air. Chen Ang's long sword flicked and hit the same position of Ding Mian's long sword three times in a row. However, the blade missed the right angle and hit the three-inch vital point under the center of gravity of the long sword diagonally.

    "What?"

    Ding Mian's hand holding the sword trembled, almost unable to hold the hilt, and his face changed miserably, "How is that possible?" He slapped a palm with his backhand, and a powerful force circulated in his left hand. His internal energy surged, and his palm was tied like a pagoda.

    Ding Mian, the pagoda hand, comes from this palm.

    The galloping palm power was released with a slap of him. Even if there was a huge boulder in front of him, it would be able to crack three-thirds of it. If he really hit it, Chen Ang's internal organs would turn into flesh, but Ding Mian's face immediately darkened.  , he caught a glimpse of a bit of cold light flying up and shining directly into his eyes, but with Chen Ang's left hand, three points of cold light came forward to meet him.

    Ding Mian had no choice but to fly back. His palm force spread out three feet in front of him, stopping the lasing hidden weapon. He swung the long sword in his right hand and knocked it away.  But at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, his shoulders slightly lowered by three points, and the long sword stabbed up diagonally from below.

      This hand is not the sword technique of the Central Plains, but the assassin's technique of Persia. It is a two-handed sword technique, which goes against the common sense of the martial arts of the Central Plains.

    Ding Mian waved his hand and laid a sword curtain in front of him. Ding Mian's face was filled with joy. His strong inner strength was poured into the long sword, and he fought hard with the sword. With a "clang" sound, the long sword in Ding Mian's hand was shaken.  It came out of the hand and broke into three pieces.

    "Impossible!" Ding Mian had a look of disbelief in his eyes. Seeing the long sword that was still thrusting at him, he suddenly thought. He got lucky with his left palm and slammed it on the broken sword edge in front of him, and several rays of cold light shot out.  Towards Chen Ang's face.

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

    "What kind of sorcery are you doing?" Ding Mian was horrified when he saw the flash of blue pupils in Chen Ang's eyes. The clothes under his chest opened a foot-long gap, revealing his white body.

    "Brother, take the sword!" Lu Bai flew up, handed Ding Mian a long sword, stood side by side with him, and faced off against Chen Ang. Chen Ang smiled slightly, drew out another long sword with his backhand, and moved his hands  One after the other, hand them out at the same time.

    Two rays of cold light suddenly appeared and pierced the sky. They had the Songshan Sword Technique in one hand and the Hengshan Sword Technique in the other hand. Their coordination was so perfect that Ding Mian and Ding Mian could only parry with all their strength. They had to follow Chen Ang's long sword and use several sets of Songshan Sword Technique.  The sword techniques were used one by one.

    "Did this kid master swordsmanship in his mother's womb? How could he use two different swordsmanships with both hands at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai had a look of horror in his eyes.

    On the other side, Yu Canghai was even more shocked than the two people on the stage. He had fought against Chen Ang yesterday and felt that Chen Ang's hidden weapon was powerful, but he could still give it a try with all his strength.  But now it seems that Chen Ang's attempt to take his life is just a matter of a few moves, very easy.

    He used himself to judge others, and felt that Chen Ang would definitely not let it go like this. Thinking of the entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, Yu Canghai's eyes flashed with fierceness.  Looking back at Lin Pingzhi, he thought to himself: "If I can get the sword manual for warding off evil, I won't be afraid of that guy anymore!"

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

    Although Lin Pingzhi was fascinated and dazzled by Chen Ang's sword skills, he never let go of Yu Canghai, his big enemy, for a moment. He turned around alertly and found that Yu Canghai was no longer where he was, and looked around hurriedly.

    Seeing him looking over, Yu Canghai slipped his foot, and the cloak behind him flickered, turning into a green shadow and flying past dozens of people. He formed an iron claw with his right hand, reached out to grab it, and grabbed Lin Ping with a "swish!"  His face.

    Lin Pingzhi was so frightened that he had no time to move and was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.

    I saw a pretty shadow next to him, grabbing his collar and taking a few steps back. At the same time, a cold light flashed from his right hand, and a powerful crossbow shot directly into Yu Canghai's chest. His cloak turned over and wrapped him around him.

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

    "He is now entangled by people from the Songshan sect and has too much time to take care of himself. What can he do to me?" Yu Canghai sneered: "When I get the evil-fighting sword manual, why should I be afraid of him?"

    "But you are scared to death now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and smiled at him. Looking at Yu Canghai's guilty eyes, she smiled slightly and said: "Not only are you afraid of him now, but you will be scared to death in the future, even if you practice evil spirits.  You are still afraid of swordsmanship because he is too young! He is so young that you don’t even know when he is, and he doesn’t even pay attention to his swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits!"

    Yu Canghai's face was livid. He was indeed afraid of Chen Ang, not only because he was young and had endless potential, but also because of his amazing talent in martial arts. Yu Canghai was not even sure whether he would be there even if he practiced the evil sword manual.  As soon as they met, Chen Ang learned from him.  But he had put all his money on the line, like a gambler who had lost all his fortune and was willing to believe in an illusory hope.

    Not to mention that the sword manual to ward off evil spirits is not illusory.

    "I've been here for so long, and he hasn't even glanced at you. It shows that you are not important in his heart. If I fly away in the future, how much time will he have to trouble me?" Yu Canghai sneered.  road.

    Qu Feiyan glanced at him, and a bright cylinder suddenly appeared in his hand. He pointed at Yu Canghai and said: "Maybe it's not that he doesn't care, but that he has been prepared for it! Yu Canghai, if you don't want to taste it in my hand,  The needle that penetrates the heart and penetrates the bone is very powerful, so it’s better not to come here!” (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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