The tip of Chen Ang's sword danced lightly. He touched the chin of Old Fist Master Xia of the Six Harmonies School of Zhengzhou, who had stepped forward to challenge him. Then, he walked down the stage with a guilty look on his face. Chen Ang put away his sword and turned around to face Ding Mian. He pointed at him and hooked his index finger.
"Ding Mian, you came here in anger today, why are you standing still now?"
Ding Mian watched Chen Ang win easily one after another, and his face turned livid. Seeing Chen Ang provoking him like this, he was so angry that the veins on his head popped out. He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you! You're courting death, courting death! "He shouted" courting death "twice, and the sound of his teeth grinding could be heard clearly.
"Evil Cult thief, go to hell!" Ding Mian pulled out his sword and tiptoed forward. His huge body was like a big bird, rising and falling twice and passing over the crowd, showing a wonderful Lightness Skill that didn't match his slightly fat body.
With a twist of his wrist, the sword gleam was shaken into thousands of pear blossoms. The pear blossoms scattered down, the magnificence concealing a murderous intent. Even Chen Ang couldn't help but secretly nod at the sight. Song Mountain Sect was indeed an outstanding sect among the Five Great Mountains. Not to mention other things, just looking at Ding Mian's sword technique, he was definitely not inferior to Ding Yi Shitai. His inner strength was even superior.
No wonder Zuo Lenchan had the intention to annex the Five Mountains Sword Sect and aspire to the throne of Wudang and Shaolin. It was indeed a step at the highest level and he had no choice but to take it this way. Otherwise, the decline of the Mount Song Sect would be just around the corner, just like the Mount Hua Sect in the past.
Ding Mian brandished his sword art. Combined with his dense inner energy, the Qi that he carried was like a strong gust of wind. With the longsword in his hand as the center, it tore the surrounding air into pieces. The onlookers who were standing a few feet away felt suffocated by his Qi. It was so uncomfortable that they couldn't even speak.
Chen Ang, who was facing Ding Mian's sword, felt his breath stagnate, and couldn't help but relax his stance. He didn't have inner force at all, so he couldn't resist this Qi, and could only adjust his breathing to deal with it. Ding Mian had been watching from below for a long time and had long since seen through his weakness of lacking inner strength. This time, he was targeting his weakness, wanting to use force to overcome technique.
Ding Mian saw through his flaw. The long sword in his hand flashed and made a few light turns in the air, like a bolt of lightning. However, the inner energy on the sword became more and more vigorous. Then, his figure flashed, as if he was pulled by the sword light. He leaped a few feet away and arrived in front of Chen Ang.
Sou sou sou! The sharp silver light drew an arc in the air. Although it wasn't fast, the point where the sword light was condensed was far better than the others. It was the opposite of the usual fast sword style. It was slow against fast. With a solid foundation, every move could be seen clearly. However, the force on the sword was strong, and the sound of the air breaking was heard. Even if it was just a little bit away, it would still be injured by the sword Qi.
The sword techniques of the Five Mountain Sword Sect naturally focused on agility and change. This was because all swords and sabers were always used to hurt people with their sharp edges. The lethality of swords was much stronger than fists and kicks. Whether it was a rookie in the Jianghu or a scholar who didn't have a good physique, as long as the sword blade pierced the enemy's throat, the enemy would be killed.
To hit the enemy's vital point, it didn't matter whether the inner strength was deep or not. On the contrary, speed and change became the most important factors. That was why agility and speed, changing and mysterious sword techniques became the mainstream of the Jianghu. Therefore, all the sword practitioners used the sharp edge to hurt the enemy's vital point. They advocated agility and change.
Ding Mian could see it clearly from below. No one could be faster than Chen Ang's agile sword technique. The mysteriousness of the changes did not escape Chen Ang's eyes. The mainstream sword techniques of the Jianghu were naturally countered by people with great comprehension. On the contrary, Yue Buqun, who used Qi to control the sword and a stupid sword technique, had the upper hand.
The slow sword technique he was using relied entirely on attacking the enemy. He did not pursue changes in the sword technique, but used his inner strength to threaten the enemy. The Song Mountain Sword Technique in Ding Mian's hands was even more imposing and majestic. Its power was even greater than when he was using it quickly.
"Ding!"
The two swords collided in the air. Chen Ang's sword shook and hit the same spot of Ding Mian's sword three times in a row. However, he avoided the blade's right angle and hit the vital point three inches below the center of gravity of Ding Mian's sword.
"What?"
Ding Mian's hand that was holding the sword trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the hilt. His expression changed drastically. "How is this possible?" He struck out with a backhand palm, and a powerful force circulated in his left hand. His inner strength surged, and his palm was like holding a tower.
The name Pagoda-Bearing Hand Ding Mian came from this palm strike.
The surging palm force was released along with his palm strike. Even if there was a boulder in front of him, it would still be split into pieces. If his palm hit him, Chen Ang's internal organs would be turned into meat paste. However, Ding Mian's expression immediately became gloomy. He saw a cold light flying up and shooting straight at his eyes. It was Chen Ang's left hand, and three cold lights shot out to meet the attack.
Ding Mian had no choice but to fly back. His palm force covered the area in front of him and stopped the shooting hidden weapons. He waved the sword in his right hand and sent it flying. However, at this time, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands and lowered his shoulders slightly. His sword stabbed up from below.
This was not a sword technique of the Central Plains, but a Persian technique of assassins. It was a two-handed sword technique that went against the common sense of the martial arts of the Central Plains.
Ding Mian waved his hand and set up a sword screen in front of him. His face was filled with joy. He poured his vigorous inner strength into the sword and clashed head-on with the incoming sword. With a clang, the sword in Ding Mian's hand flew out of his hand and broke into three pieces.
"Impossible!" There was a look of disbelief in Ding Mian's eyes. He looked at the sword that was still stabbing at him. Suddenly, he had an idea. He gathered his inner strength into his left palm and slapped the broken sword in front of him. Several cold lights shot toward Chen Ang's face.
Chen Ang flicked his sword and knocked them to the ground one by one. Ding Mian took the opportunity to withdraw and took five or six steps back.
"What sorcery is this?" Ding Mian was shocked when he saw the blue pupils flashing in Chen Ang's eyes. The clothes below his chest were cut open, revealing his fair skin.
"Senior Brother, take this!" Lu Bai flew up and handed a sword to Ding Mian. He stood side by side with Ding Mian and faced Chen Ang. Chen Ang smiled and pulled out another sword with a backhand. He thrust both his hands forward and backward at the same time.
Two cold lights flashed and cut through the sky. It was the Mount Song Sword Technique in one hand and the Mount Heng Sword Technique in the other. Their coordination was flawless. Ding Mian and Lu Bai could only try their best to parry. They had no choice but to use several sets of the Mount Song Sword Technique along with Chen Ang's sword.
"Did this kid learn sword techniques in his mother's womb? How can he use two different sword techniques at the same time? How old is he? "Lu Bai's eyes were filled with shock.
On the other side, Yu Canghai was even more shocked than the two people on the stage. He had fought with Chen Ang yesterday and felt that Chen Ang's hidden weapons were powerful. However, he was confident that he could still fight with Chen Ang if he used his full strength. But now, it seemed that if Chen Ang wanted to take his life, it would be as easy as flipping his hand.
He judged others by himself and felt that Chen Ang would definitely not let it go like this. Thinking of his entanglement with Lin Pingzhi, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes. He looked back at Lin Pingzhi and thought to himself, "If I can get the Bixie Sword Manual, I won't be afraid of that kid anymore!"
Yu Canghai quietly turned around and slowly approached Lin Pingzhi, his eyes filled with madness.
Although Lin Pingzhi was dazzled by Chen Ang's sword technique, he never let go of Yu Canghai, this great enemy, for a moment. He vigilantly turned around and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in the same place, so he hurriedly looked around.
Noticing that Lin Pingzhi was looking at him, Yu Canghai took a step forward and the cloak behind him fluttered. He turned into a green shadow and flew past dozens of people. His right hand formed into an iron claw and reached out to grab Lin Pingzhi's face.
Lin Pingzhi was shocked, his body did not have time to move and was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.
He saw a pretty figure beside him, pulling his collar and retreating several steps. At the same time, a cold light flashed in her right hand, a crossbow shot straight at Yu Canghai's chest, but was wrapped up by his cloak.
"Yu Canghai, you dare!" Qu Feiyan pulled Lin Pingzhi and shouted, "Are you not afraid of that person on the stage?" As she spoke, she raised her chin and gestured to Chen Ang.
"He is now entangled by the people of Song Mountain Sect, he can't even take care of himself, what can he do to me?" Yu Canghai sneered, "When I get the Bixie Sword Manual, why should I be afraid of him?"
"But you are scared to death now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and laughed at him. Looking at Yu Canghai's guilty expression, she smiled even more and said, "Not only are you afraid of him now, you will be scared to death in the future. Even if you practice the Bixie Sword Manual, you will still be afraid, because he is too young! So young that you don't even know when he will look down on the Bixie Sword Manual! "
Yu Canghai's face was ashen. 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 could not even be sure that even if he practiced the Bixie Sword Manual, he would not be learned by Chen Ang in a single exchange. But he was already staking it all on one throw, like a gambler who had lost all his fortune, willing to believe in an illusory hope.
Not to mention that the Bixie Sword Manual was not illusory.
"I have been here for so long, he did not even look at you. It can be seen that in his heart, you are not important people. In the future, when I go far away, how much time will he have to find trouble with me?" Yu Canghai sneered.
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