A cool breeze blew past and the green leaves on the branches rustled. As if they were infected by this atmosphere, the crisp leaves left the branches and sprinkled down.
Deng Yuanjue was on high alert. Beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead and the energy in his body condensed. He gripped the steel staff in his hand and there was a rare wetness in his palm. In his life, he had fought hundreds of life and death battles, but not once could he compare to this young man standing there in such a simple manner.
He could feel the aura gradually condensing on Chen Ang's body. It was like a rising sun, glorious and vast. It swallowed the clouds for tens of thousands of miles and dyed the mountains and rivers red. As it slowly grew, it gave him a nearly suffocating pressure.
Deng Yuanjue had always been waiting for the moment when Chen Ang's aura would weaken. He would rather face the next attack that would inevitably shake the heavens and earth than face the vigorous and vigorous Chen Ang. He would rather face the constantly burning and stirring aura in battle.
But this time, he had miscalculated.
Chen Ang was simply standing there, but his aura had already connected with his surroundings. The wind, the trees, the falling leaves, they were all a part of him. They carried his will and aura, wearing down his fighting spirit.
Shi Bao struggled to lift the borrowed saber. The beads of sweat on his forehead blurred his vision. Facing Chen Ang, he didn't dare to wipe it off. He had raised his inner strength for too long, causing his meridians to faintly ache.
The two of them understood that no matter what their chances of victory were, they had to attack in the next moment. Otherwise, they would never have another chance. They had to wait for the moment when Chen Ang's aura weakened. Even if they died, they might not be able to wait that long.
"Revered Ming bless me, I will subdue the evil and eliminate the traitor!" Deng Yuanjue let out a low roar. A Buddhist staff that weighed more than a hundred pounds was lifted up by him like a piece of paper. Madness, stupidity, anger … Deng Yuanjue, who was always calm and collected, was acting like a mad demon at this moment. The Buddhist staff in his hand was like a flood dragon coming out of the sea, twisting and swaying. Under the layers of illusions, there was an abundant strength of a thousand pounds.
It was enlightenment and transcendence. Deng Yuanjue acted crazily. He swung his staff at the sky, vividly displaying his madness. His staff techniques were earth-shattering, but his face was peaceful and happy. His eyes were half-closed, revealing transcendent wisdom and enlightenment.
"The staff technique is crazy, my heart is like Buddha. The crazier he was, the more detached he was. Only when madness is exhausted can wisdom be born! " Chen Ang laughed to his heart's content. With one step, he stepped into the midst of the heavy shadows of the staff, entering a path of life from a dead end. Even though he was on the verge of collapse, no matter how crazed Deng Yuanjue was, the staff was always a hair's breadth away from Chen Ang's vital points.
"I didn't expect Great Master to be a Shaolin disciple!" Chen Ang's hand cut through the heavy shadows of the staff and pressed on Deng Yuanjue's staff. It was like Mount Tai had taken root. No matter how the iron staff moved or how much strength was generated, it could not escape from Chen Ang's palm.
Deng Yuanjue's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. His monk's robe was half untied, revealing the muscles and bones on his chest. His expression was solemn and his power awe-inspiring. This was the essence of the Crazy Demon Staff Technique, the Luohan Exorcism. The Shaolin Temple had been passed down for a thousand years. In terms of the Crazy Demon Staff Technique, how could there be anyone who could surpass Deng Yuanjue?
"I have received Shaolin's kindness, but our paths are different. How can I endure it? I also don't want to learn from that Buddha's enlightenment and Bodhisattva's compassion. I don't want to suffer from that bird's anger. I might as well learn from that Vajra's angry eyes and overturn the world's unfairness with one strike of the staff! " Deng Yuanjue let out a long laugh and said, "I'll kick down the Golden Buddha and tear down the temple. I'll come down the mountain to live happily with my brothers and overturn the world's unfairness."
He shouted loudly with a heroic expression. It was as if he had thrown life and death to the back of his mind. His staff technique became even more wild. In the midst of Chen Ang's palm, he dashed left and right, overturning the Five Finger Mountain. His iron staff was like a green dragon swinging its tail. With a clear shadow, it struck straight at Chen Ang's face.
"Good move!" Chen Ang was in high spirits. When he saw this unparalleled strike, he was not shocked, but happy. He rubbed his two fingers slightly, and a bit of the inner force from the Synopsis of Golden Chamber quietly touched the metal staff. Deng Yuanjue was surprised to find that the metal staff, which was filled with his thick inner force, suddenly trembled. The feeling of being able to control his arm disappeared without a trace.
A kind of chaotic and complicated internal energy aura disturbed the Qi of the iron staff. It caused the rhythm of Deng Yuanjue's attack to suddenly stagnate, revealing an opening that should not have been there.
Chen Ang lightly touched the staff. His graceful finger passed through the layers of internal energy on Deng Yuanjue's chest and touched his chest.
This light touch was withdrawn as soon as it touched. Deng Yuanjue only felt a chill on his chest. Chen Ang had already retreated.
Shi Bao, who was in a stalemate with Huang Chang on the side, saw this opportunity. With a roar, the long saber in his hand suddenly expanded. It swept across the distance of dozens of feet and directly slashed at Chen Ang's neck. He did not dare to directly face Chen Ang's blade, but he did not mind taking advantage of the opportunity. After Chen Ang's aura calmed down, his surging aura receded like the tide.
For someone as intelligent as Deng Yuanjue, he could naturally sense the aura behind Chen Ang that was as deep as the ocean. But for someone like Shi Bao, he could only see the ripples of the tide on the surface. He did not understand that for the ocean, after the tide receded, there would be a huge wave that would shock the heavens.
Chen Ang withdrew his hand. His two arms moved in an arc, sealing the long saber between his two arms. The saber light was so powerful that it could not move. Only then did Shi Bao realize the power. He wanted to withdraw, but he felt that the long saber in his right hand was being ground by two energies. He could not pull it out for a moment. In his hesitation, he missed the best opportunity to abandon the saber and retreat.
It was still the same ordinary finger. Shi Bao was taken aback. He felt that none of his limbs and bones were cooperating well. His eyes couldn't tell the direction, and his ears heard the wrong sound of the wind. His entire body was twisted, as if all the organs in his body had been turned upside down. When the finger touched his body, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Only then did Shi Bao realize that what he had seen and thought were all an illusion. The real finger had reversed Yin and Yang and messed up the Five Elements. It was not part of common sense. Even with his cultivation in martial arts, he could not figure out this logic. He only felt that if he were to face this move again, he still would not be able to escape.
In fact, there was nothing magical about it. Chen Ang had only messed up Shi Bao's aura. The human body's meridians and blood not only followed the Great Way of Yin and Yang, but the aura also connected with the human body's Yin and Yang. This Reversed Finger Technique messed up Yin and Yang. It was the best way to disturb people's senses. If the five senses were not coordinated enough, and the six senses were not smart enough, they would easily fall into the trap.
Shi Bao was also a man with refined external martial arts. When he bragged and made bets, he had broken a few steel sabers on his body. He circulated his Qi under his skin and stirred up his inner Qi. Even if a big hammer hit him, he would not be seriously injured. However, when Chen Ang touched him, his muscles and bones instantly twisted together.
He screamed and lay on the ground, twitching. Like a steel wire that was twisted into a tight knot, a part of his knotted muscles was torn, so Shi Bao did not dare to move casually. When he stopped, the Yin and Yang aura in his body suddenly began to mess up. An inverted inner Qi messed up his aura.
Under the attack from both inside and outside, Shi Bao's eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Deng Yuanjue struggled to stand up. Leaning on his iron staff, he looked at Chen Ang with a complicated expression. He had achieved success in Xuan Qi. Chen Ang's finger just now had only leaked his Essence Qi, causing his energy to suddenly dry up and his body to go limp. In just a few breaths, Deng Yuanjue relied on Xuan Qi to recover a bit of strength.
But he could only barely move. He was not a match for anyone here.
The most frightening thing about the martial art of Synopsis of the Golden Chamber was its strange and ever-changing aura. Often, within a single move, one would be rendered completely defenseless. If Chen Ang were to unleash his full power, just by relying on the Yin and Yang Qi that was moving back and forth within ten feet, and the unpredictable force of his finger, those who did not have eighty percent of his power would not be able to withstand a single finger of his.
Deng Yuanjue also understood this principle. He calmly said, "I am powerless. If you want to kill me or torture me, do as you please. But if you want to get a single word out of my mouth, then you're dreaming!" With that said, he closed his eyes and calmly accepted death.
"Big monk, don't panic. I still have something to trouble you with." Chen Ang's gaze fell on Shi Bao, who was like a dead dog. He smiled and said, "Please pass a message to Fang La and Sect Leader Fang!"
Deng Yuanjue lowered his eyes, but his expression did not change. He said slowly, "If it's to persuade them to surrender, then please don't say anything else. If it's anything else, I won't let you down. I'll personally pass the message to Sect Leader."
"Please tell him that I'm coming!" Chen Ang let out a long laugh. After leaving this short sentence, he led the crowd, the horse, and the patient and disappeared into the horizon. Only Deng Yuanjue was left propping himself up on the ground. Shi Bao, the Nanli Dharma King, was lying limply on the ground like a dead dog.
Deng Yuanjue helped him up. The message that Chen Ang left behind was obviously not just a message. It also included the person on the ground. Only when the two of them were put together could it be a complete message.
"I'm here. Are you ready?"
And Shi Bao was the card that recorded this message. It represented the imperial court, using a Dharma King to indicate its existence in this land. It represented Chen Ang, using his martial arts to invite Fang La.
An invitation to a duel.
Coincidentally, it was a good time for a duel with the ruler. It was a battle of life and death.
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