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The moon is over the Pinghu Lake, and the drizzle is slightly misty. There is no moonlight, only the moonlight is all over the sky and the earth.
On the water surface, there are countless tiny ripples, swaying with the moonlight, and the cold wind carries the raindrops and hits the face, bringing a cold and refreshing feeling. Chen Ang was sitting on his own boat, leisurely looking at the color of the lake, his face calm and unruffled.
Behind him was Murong Bo who came out in a panic, with a gloomy face and looked at him solemnly.
"If I'm not mistaken, the one you just used is my Murong family's joint finger?"
Chen Ang flicked the raindrops gently and turned around and said: "When martial arts reaches the level of you and me, ordinary moves have long been ignored. Of the fifty-three changes I just wrote, twelve of them actually came from the combined finger."
Murong Bo sighed: "Fu'er has been practicing fingering for twenty years, but it's not as good as what you achieved in three months. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that you had been immersed in this fingering for more than fifty years."
Chen Ang looked at him with a smile and said: "With his fingering skills, even if he practices for another hundred years, he will not be my opponent!"
There was no sarcasm in his voice, it was just a plain statement, but Murong Bo's ears felt very uncomfortable. His expression suddenly changed and became uncertain. After a long time, he sighed: "That's right, Your Excellency's martial arts skills are increasing day by day." Jin, he is not much older than Fu'er, even if he wants to reach your current level, it will take him twenty years."
¡°I¡¯m afraid twenty years is not enough!¡±
Chen Ang flicked the raindrops falling in front of him. A bit of silver thread was the softest thing in the world, but it was played in his hand like a silver bead. With the force of the flick, it shot out in vain. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and countless crisscrossing ripples appeared on the dozens of feet of water between Murong Bo and Chen Ang.
The silver thread passed through the water and rain on the lake, and with a colorless, breathless, but sharp and deadly force, it hit Murong Bo directly between the eyebrows. The raindrops from the sky also followed this blow and drifted towards Murong Bo. Among the thousands of silver threads, Chen Ang's only finger was hidden, which brought deep pressure to Murong Bo.
He shook his sleeves, like an iron wall, with strong internal force, hitting the water in front of him. The water splashed several meters high, like an overwhelming wave, blocking him in front of him.
Thousands of silver threads were left on the other side of the waves. Only a little silver light broke through the water and shot in. It hit Murong Bo's waving sleeves and caused violent tremors. Even Murong Bo The boats beneath him were pushed away several feet.
"Pull the flower finger!" Murong Bo was horrified. Chen Ang actually used the rain silk as a chess piece and relied on the power of the flower finger. You must know that water is the softest thing in the world. It is invisible and has no form. Those who can use water to create hidden weapons , it is unheard of, and it is more like a myth to shoot for dozens of steps without exhaustion.
Before he could put down his sleeves, a piece of round cloth the size of a chess piece floated down from his chest, revealing the color of his chest. This time Murong Bo couldn't even keep his face open, showing a horrified look. It is incredible to be able to rely on the strength of the flower-picking finger on the rain silk. Chen Ang actually retained the silent and colorless flower-picking finger, and his powerful volleying power.
He used his finger force to pass through Murong Bo's cassock with the Demon Subduing Technique, leaving a mark on his chest.
This martial art can be said to be extremely terrifying.
"Twenty years is indeed not enough."
Murong Bo braced himself hard, focused his eyes on his finger, spotted an opportunity, and pointed his finger on the silver thread in front of him. A bit of coldness solidified the raindrops, and at that point, ice ridges shot out.
Chen Ang over there smiled and flicked three times in front of him. A weak drop of water shot out as quickly as an arrow. The force was unparalleled. If it hit a person, it would probably be no worse than steel. It could break bones. of crushing. His raindrops were as sticky as mercury and did not condense into ice like Murong Bo did.
With this alone, Murong Bo lost first. Although Bing was very powerful, Chen Ang's intangible object supported the force, which was better than the amount of ice he could condense with one finger.
"Your Excellency's Duo Luo Ye finger is really tight!" Murong Bo waved three times in succession before scattering three drops of water, and Chen Ang twisted the ice edge on his fingertips with a single stroke, "Mr. His combined finger strength is unparalleled in the world."
Chen Ang smiled slightly, and there was a sound of wind. The ice edge had disappeared, and even Murong Bo could not see its shadow. Countless raindrops were splashing from the sky to the ground, and Murong Bo could hear dense rustling sounds.
Everything was silent, only a little warning sign in his heart made him extremely vigilant. Unfounded, Murong Bo pointed in the void, and there was an explosion in the air, and dozens of raindrops exploded, like two powerful forces. Suddenly collided together.
Water mist filled the air, Murong Bo's ears were filled with sweat, and he said in a trembling voice: "Wu Xiang Jie Finger, your Excellency actually?Based on water vapor, it bears finger power, admire it! admire! "
Murong Bo was still on the boat when he said the first words of admiration. After the second words of admiration fell, he had already fallen into the lake. Murong Bo put his sleeves under the water and sprayed a stream of water, touching the water with his toes. Kicked another water ball away, it was a Shaolin stunt, the shadow-traveling legs and the Bodhidharma palm.
But Murong Bo's two palms and legs, which he used all his strength to exert, were shaken slightly by Chen Ang and exploded in the air. Chen Ang's five fingers rotated, and the silver threads bit by bit were either stagnant, heavy, or Unparalleledly swift or silent, all the martial arts Murong Bo had seen in his life were carried by a drop of rain, leaving him in a state of embarrassment.
He could only use his inevitable martial arts skills one by one. The two of them used the lake surface as a chessboard and the lake water and rain as chess pieces. They played a shocking game of chess in the lake under the moon. Murong Bo had already forgotten about the competition and used all his strength to relieve himself. Facing this unprecedentedly powerful enemy, Chen Ang was just forcing out his potential.
The martial arts that Murong Bo has learned for many years has a certain flavor in its subtleties. The Shaolin stunts and hundreds of martial arts that he has practiced hard for more than 20 years, together with his own Murong family's unique skills, have become Chen Ang's study. Object.
If Chen Ang relied on his profound martial arts training to control it forcefully at the beginning, then now, under the polishing and teaching of Murong Bo, these unique skills have an indescribable flavor, a bit of exquisiteness that has been practiced to the bone. From Chen Ang's eloquence, all kinds of martial arts wisdom in the collection of books were chewed carefully, and more subtle benefits were unearthed.
Murong Bo was pushed to the extreme and tried his best to hit the water. He forgot some rules and jumped at Chen Ang. With his right hand, it was the 'flower finger' used by Chen Ang just now. The hidden power of this finger was extremely sinister. , when Murong Bo came, he was more murderous than any Shaolin monk.
It is a move that completely abandons all compassion and staying behind, and only emphasizes the power. The majestic Buddhist martial arts is greatly more powerful in Murong Bo's hands, but it has an added flavor of no retreat, and the killing power is extremely extreme. Even if the eminent Shaolin monk who created this martial art is still alive, he must avoid his edge.
"It's a pity that he is facing Chen Ang.
Only Chen Ang can smile, and his face is always calm and free, as if he has a deep understanding. According to the traditional legend of Zen Buddhism, Sakyamuni preached the sermon at the Lingshan meeting, holding golden Polo flowers in his hand and showing them to everyone. Everyone was silent except for the Venerable Kassapa with a broken face and a smile. This is Nianhuayizhi.
The Buddha picked up the flowers and Kasyapa smiled.
But seeing Chen Ang's fingers being very gentle, every time he popped out his left hand, it was as if he was trying to flick away the exposed beads on the flowers on his right hand, but he was afraid of shaking off the petals. Murong Bo didn't see the force of his fingers, but felt a pain in his chest. The body also shot out and fell on the lake.
"When flowers bloom, people see me, and people see me."
This finger is already between form and formlessness, like a sudden enlightenment, which is inaccessible, invisible, and has reached the state of formless, formless, colorless, qualityless, everything is empty, even The abbot of Shaolin could only sigh in admiration.
Chen Ang bent his fingers and sat on the water, with only a lotus leaf supporting him. With a gentle touch, the silver threads in the sky fell one after another, condensing into substantial energy. With the drizzle as a string, the heaven and earth were like a piano. , played softly.
I saw a bit of silver wire being pulled by Chen Angqu's finger, and a bit of silent sound was hazy in the sky and earth. The lake surface was like a huge speaker, vibrating slightly, and a soft sound of "Zheng!" spread throughout the entire lake, even in the distance. Wang Yuyan, who was at Mantuo Villa, also raised her head in confusion and whispered: "Who is playing the piano?"
Chen Ang's pupils were dimly blue, and all his thoughts and perceptions stayed at this moment. Time stood still. The falling drizzle, the gentle lake surface, and the beautiful moonlight became a scene at this moment. The still picture turned into eternity in an instant, and the moment turned into eternity. Only the faint sound of the piano seemed to come from outside.
The raindrops in the sky gathered into one piece, revealing the bright white moonlight. I wonder if it is really an illusion? An invisible hand gently flicks billions of silver threads, holding a flower with one finger. It is soundless, colorless, formless and formless, but it can move the universe.
The sound of the piano is loud but silent. The melody exceeds the limit of human hearing, but it can be heard by the vibration of the lake. The invisible sound waves permeate the entire lake, and everything vibrates together, including Murong Bo's internal organs. , blood vessels, meridians, and even internal force, trembling uncontrollably as Chen Ang's fingertips jumped.
In a trance, Murong Bo was unconscious and could only dance randomly under the music of the piano. Countless small and intricate energy seeped into his body, controlling, pulling, and even changing his internal energy. Murong Bo was like a puppet, easily controlled from his body to his mind.
"The Talisman of Life and Death" is just a child's play in the face of such terrifying martial arts. Controlling a person's life and death is not terrible, but controlling his heart is extremely terrifying. The force of the force confuses the mind, and the magic of ecstasy is born from sound. It was better than any spiritual magic and changed Murong Bo's mind.
As he danced more and more crazily, the invisible energy became more and more tightly controlled, and the sound of the piano gradually reached a climax. Finally, with the sound of the strings breaking, everything fell silent and calmed down. The rain fell again, and the moonlight gradually became blurred, submerged in the rain, and everything seemed like nothing happened.
Chen Ang waved his hands and sighed:
"A heart-breaking song, where can I find a close friend at the end of the world?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)But it is extremely terrifying, the force of the force deceives the mind, and the magic of enchantment is born from the sound, and it is better than all spiritual magic, changing Murong Bo's mind.
As he danced more and more crazily, the invisible energy became more and more tightly controlled, and the sound of the piano gradually reached a climax. Finally, with the sound of the strings breaking, everything fell silent and calmed down. The rain fell again, and the moonlight gradually became blurred, submerged in the rain, and everything seemed like nothing happened.
Chen Ang waved his hands and sighed:
"A heart-breaking song, where can I find a close friend in the world?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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