Under the joint attack of the two, Chen Ang was leisurely and composed. He passed through the sword light with a relaxed look, which already made the crowd dumbfounded. When the sword light intersected, it could really overshadow more than ninety-nine percent of the swordsmen below, making them feel so ashamed that they wanted to crawl into a hole to hide themselves.
When the disciples of Mount Tai and Mount Heng saw the exquisite swordplay of the two sects in his hands, they only felt that the swordplay of their sects was absolutely shameful and shameful. For the first half of their lives, it was as if water had flowed into their brains, which was why they learned such unsightly things. The motivated disciples simply learned Chen Ang's swordplay and imitated it in public. They also felt that the power of their swordplay had greatly increased.
When the other people in Jianghu saw this, they also imitated and imitated Chen Ang's swordplay. Although they were not as familiar with the tricks of the swordplay as the disciples of the two sects, they still learned something. There were those who carried knives and those who used strange weapons. When they saw the others carefully trying to figure it out, they simply picked up a long stick and a table leg and made a long sword gesture. For a moment, more than half of the people below the stage actually imitated and learned the swordplay.
The faces of the other sect leaders were livid. They felt that it was very embarrassing, but that was only on the surface. In private, all of them were attentively experiencing it.
Ding Yi Abbess concentrated and searched for the flaws in Chen Ang's swordplay of Mount Heng. She relied on what she had learned. Every time she felt that her swordplay was obscure, she would attack there. But most of the time, she fell into Chen Ang's trap. With a backhand move, she was forced to jump up and down. However, every time she reached a vital point, Chen Ang would turn his sword to avoid it.
The more the swordplay of the three people was used, the more ingenious it became. Between the flashes of inspiration from Tianmen Taoist and Ding Yi Abbess, there were also astonishing changes in the swordplay, which could force Chen Ang's sword force to retreat slightly. However, he immediately learned it and extended more changes in his backhand. Tianmen Taoist Priest wielded the sword to his heart's content, he let out a long whistle, the sword in his hand produced more than a hundred sword flowers.
Turning around, a peerless waterfall swept across the sky, the momentum of the sword skyrocketed, the light was like mercury spilling on the ground, the momentum was like a torrential river, in the vast expanse, there was a swift and fierce edge hidden in it, brushing past the edge of Chen Ang's Soft Cloud Sword Technique, turning around again, the sharpness was even greater, like this seven times, Chen Ang withstood.
Taoist Priest Tianmen still wanted to accumulate his strength, but he felt that his hands were empty and he could not exert any strength. Only then did he use up all his sword force and the sword light fell. He calmed the surging true energy in his body, then suddenly came back to his senses and burst into tears.
Ding Yi Abbess was shocked and also pulled back her sword. She came to his side and asked, "Tianmen Shidi, what's wrong?" There was a hint of impatience in her tone, but she was using her swordplay to her heart's content and could not stop.
Tianmen Taoist Priest looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time. His face scrunched up into a ball and he abruptly dropped his long sword. "Can't you see? He's giving us pointers on our swordplay! "
Ding Yi Abbess felt as if she was struck by lightning, she was stunned on the spot. Tianmen Taoist Priest picked up his long sword and said in a bleak tone, "I'm convinced! I'm convinced. I'll never be able to catch up to his swordplay in this lifetime, and I'm ashamed of my inferiority to his breadth of mind. What's the point of being embarrassed here? Go back! Go back! "
With that said, he bowed to Chen Ang and left without looking back.
Ding Yi Abbess raised her head and said with difficulty, "Aren't you going to let us learn swordplay and study it day and night to find your flaws? When that time comes, we'll create two ultimate moves that can restrain you, what do you think? "
Chen Ang laughed loudly and said, "When that time comes, I'll happily drink three cups of wine and rejoice that there's one more thing I can learn from the swordplay in this world! If you can teach one or two disciples who can surpass your predecessors and bring the swordplay of both sects to another level, I'll be so happy that I'll sing loudly! "
Ding Yi Abbess shook her head and smiled bitterly. She put her palms together and chanted the name of Buddha for Chen Ang. She said, "You've been cultivating your zen heart for more than ten years, yet you still can't see through a little bit of Pan Li. All forms are fabricated. If you see all forms, you'll see Tathagata. Amitabha! "
Then she left with the Mount Heng disciples.
Two of the Five Mountain Sword Faction's sect leaders were subdued by Chen Ang's swordplay. It really matched the saying "the strong are respected". The crowd looked at each other and didn't know what to do. Yue Buqun held his long sword and walked towards Chen Ang, cupping his fists and saying, "I, Yue Buqun of Mount Hua, would like to learn from Brother!"
Chen Ang knew that Yue Buqun didn't want to fight with him. After all, this would only benefit the Mount Song sect. To Mount Hua, preventing the Five Mountain Sword Faction from merging, not only was he not a hindrance, but he was also a great help. This time, he probably came up to prevent the Mount Song people from taking advantage of him.
Sure enough, Yue Buqun said in a clear voice, "Brother's swordplay is amazing, but you've fought with the two sect leaders for a long time. I won't take advantage of you. After you've rested, we'll fight again!"
Ding Mian, who was below, was shocked and quickly said, "Brother Yue, there's no need to be polite with him. Everyone has the right to kill evil sects!" He turned around and said to the crowd, "Everyone, there's no need to talk about Jianghu morality with him. Let's just fight together!"
This was another big killing weapon of the righteous sects. "There's no need to talk about Jianghu morality with him!"
Even though Chen Ang heard this, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. But after all, Jianghu was not that shameless. When the crowd heard his words, not only did they not rush forward, but they also took a few steps back, making way for the Mount Song disciples, indicating that they would draw a line with them. Someone even coldly snorted and said, "Well done, Sect Leader Yue! I'm not like those despicable people, I won't do this kind of thing that takes advantage of others! "
Yue Buqun cupped his fists and said to everyone, "I and the evil sects are irreconcilable, but this little brother may not be a member of the evil sects. He's been fighting for a long time, how can I do this kind of thing?"
The people below all applauded and said in unison, "Sect Leader Yue did the right thing!"
The Mount Song disciples saw that the crowd was in a difficult position. They knew that if they were to make a move, the people present would certainly not agree. They might even pull out their swords to stop them. Who knew how many people here had received advice from Chen Ang on swordsmanship and had received his kindness. They were either grateful or admired him. If they surrounded him, they were afraid that these people would swarm up and chop them into meat paste.
Yue Buqun waited for a moment, and when he got a signal from Chen Ang, he pulled out his sword. In fact, Chen Ang didn't have any internal energy. His weak appearance was mostly an act. With Chen Ang's current state, he could fight for three days and three nights without his condition deteriorating.
The two fought with Chen Ang's Mount Hua Sword Technique against Yue Buqun's Mount Hua Sword Technique. However, Mount Hua Sect's sword technique was not a joke. Yue Buqun's sword technique was simple and accurate. His Mount Hua Sword Technique combined with Purple Cloud Divine Art was astonishingly powerful. It was the best way to restrain Chen Ang's sword technique. Even if Chen Ang's sword technique was better than Chen Ang's, they were still evenly matched.
Later, Yue Buqun simply concentrated and learned Chen Ang's sword technique. Chen Ang didn't gain nothing. Yue Buqun's Purple Cloud Divine Art was mostly understood by him. Once his internal energy reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he would be able to integrate it into his own internal energy and have a deeper understanding of how to use internal energy in swordsmanship.
It could be said that this was his biggest gain, but he couldn't use it now. Once his internal energy reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he would be able to transform it into potential.
The two fought for hundreds of moves. Yue Buqun hid a flaw and pretended to be defeated. He sighed and said, "Yue's skill is not as good as others, I am ashamed!" In his heart, he thought, 'I only used 60% of my internal energy. If I go all out, I would only need 120 moves to defeat him.'
On the other side, Chen Ang thought to himself, Yue Buqun is probably only using 60% of his strength, probably to guard against Zuo Lenchan. I'm only using my full strength, but compared to my strength when overclocking once, it's only about 20%. In close combat, I'll need 1321 moves to kill him, and in long-range combat, I'll only need 13 darts to force him into a dead end.
'If I use the second level of Overclocking, I would only need three moves or one dart to kill him!'
Next, several Jianghu people with good strength came up to challenge him. On the surface, it was a life and death battle, but in reality, it was just a spar. Each time, Chen Ang used the martial arts of the person he challenged to defeat him. In his hands, those martial arts were much stronger than the original owner's.
Only then did everyone realize that Chen Ang didn't learn these sword martial arts in advance. Instead, during the fight, he learned the opponent's martial arts and then returned them with ten times the power.
This was simply a fantasy story. Everyone found it hard to believe. They would rather believe that there were sects in this world that were proficient in hundreds of martial arts, and that Chen Ang was one of them. Even though Chen Ang was rapidly maturing in front of their eyes, and his punches and kicks faintly had the demeanor of a grandmaster, everyone was willing to believe that he was originally hiding his strength.
After all, this level of martial arts talent really made people doubt themselves. The blow to people's confidence was almost fatal! If they admitted that there were geniuses in this world that could be seen at a glance, then what was the point of them painstakingly learning martial arts?
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