Fantasy World Transmigration

The clear breeze blew, the green leaves of the branches swayed, as if infected by the atmosphere, the crisp leaves leaving the branches and wafted down.

Deng Yuanjue was alert and alert, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was full of energy and solidity. He held a steel scepter in his hand. There was a lot of sweat and sweat in his palm. The young man stood there simply.

He could feel that the momentum of Chen Aang's body gradually seemed to rise at the beginning of the red day, glorious and vast, swallowing the sea of ​​clouds, and the magnificent trend of dyeing the red river and mountains, raising him little by little, bringing him almost choking pressure .

Prosperity is bound to decline, Deng Yuanjue has been waiting for the moment when Chen Ang's breath turns from strong to weak. He would rather face the next, inevitably shock, rather than face a vigorous and vigorous Chen Ang. In the battle, constantly burning, agitating momentum.

Well, this time, he miscalculated.

Chen Ang just stood there simply, but his Qi machine has been connected with the surroundings, this wind, this tree, this fallen leaf, are all part of him, with his will, momentum, passing away Fight your own will.

Xun Shibao raised the borrowing knife difficultly. The sweat on his forehead blurred his vision. In the face of Chen Ang, he did not dare to wipe it, and raised the internal force for too long, which made his veins faintly ache.

Both of them understood that no matter what the odds are, the next moment, they must take a shot, otherwise they will never have a chance again, waiting for the point where Chen Ang's momentum fades, they may not get it until they die.

"Mingzun bless me, slay the devil!" Deng Yuanjue sighed, a zen stick weighing 100 pounds, like a piece of paper, was lifted by him, crazy, obsessive, angry, and always calm and calm. If a madman, the zen stick in his hand is like a dragon flying out of the sea, writhing and swinging, under the illusion, it is the force of Pei Ran.

It ’s awakening, detached, Deng Yuanjue ’s behavior is crazy, a zen stick is splashing the sky, and the madness is exhilarated, and the stone of the wand method is shocked, but his face is like peace and joy, quiet and enlightenment, eyes half open and half closed , Showing transcendent wisdom and awareness.

"Crazy madman, my heart is like a Buddha. The more mad, the more detached. The madness is exhausted, the wisdom is born!" Chen Ang smiled indulgently, stepped into the shadow of the staff, stepped into the vitality in spite of death, despite that breath Shaky, but no matter how crazy Deng Yuanjue is, the scepter is far from the point of Chen Ang.

"Unexpectedly, the master is a disciple of Shaolin!" Chen Ang cut a heavy stick with one hand and pressed it on Deng Yuanjue's zen stick, just like Taishan took root. No matter how the iron stick agitated, vigorously, he could not escape from Chen Ang Yi. Palms.

Deng Yuanjue had a thin layer of white hair on his forehead. His monk's robe was half-struck, revealing the ribs and knots of the steel wire on his chest, with a solemn look and awe-inspiring power. It is the essence of Luo Han's magic reduction in the Mad Wand Method. Is there anyone who surpasses Deng Yuanjue in the accomplishments of the Mad Wand Method?

"The Sajia family suffers from Shaolin Enzhong, but the path is different. How can I endure it? I don't want to learn the Buddha's consciousness, the Buddha's compassion, and the bird's breath that bears the big picture in all things. Unfairness in the world! "Deng Yuanjue said with a long laugh," I took the Golden Buddha, demolished the temple, came down to the mountain to live happily with my brother, and overthrew this unfair world. "

He shouted loudly, with an imposing look, throwing life and death behind him, the rod method was even wilder. In the palm of Chen Ang, he rushed left and right, overturning the mountain of five fingers, and an iron rod was like a blue dragon flicking his tail. A shadow of a stroke, hit the front of Chen Ang.

"Good time!" Chen Ang was so angry that when he saw this unmatched blow, he wasn't shocked. He rubbed his fingers slightly, and a little bit of the internal force of "Golden Chronicles" quietly clicked on the iron rod. Deng Yuanjue was shocked. The discovery, the iron rod filled with his thick internal force suddenly shocked, the original feeling like the arm command, disappeared without a trace.

A kind of chaotic, complicated internal force breath disturbed the iron rod air machine, making Deng Yuanjue's attack rhythm suddenly stagnate, revealing the flaw that should not be.

Chen Ang gently, Ying Ying's fingers passed through the layers of Deng Yuanjue's chest, hitting his chest.

When the dragonflies hit the water with a blow, Deng Yuanjue just felt a cold on his chest, and Chen Ang had pulled away and retreated.

Shi Bao, who was faintly confronting Huang Chang, saw the opportunity, screamed, the sword in his hand skyrocketed, crossed the distance of several feet, and straightly cut Chen Ang's neck. He did not dare to stab Chen Ang Qifeng, but encountered the opportunity, Don't mind picking a bargain. After Chen Ang's breath calmed down, the rising momentum receded like a tide.

A wise person such as Deng Yuanjue can naturally find out that Chen Ang's deep atmosphere is like a deep sea, but a person like Shi Bao only sees the tide on the surface, but he does not understand. For the sea, After the tide, there are bound to be huge waves.

Chen Ang retracted his hand, brought an arc to his arms, and blocked the long knife between the two arms. The sword was so powerful that he couldn't move. Shi Bao knew this and wanted to pull away, but felt that the long knife on his right hand was The two spirits stick together, and for a while, ca n’t pull out the knife. With hesitation, I missed the best time to abandon the knife and retreat.

Still with the ordinary finger, Shi Bao was taken aback and felt that he had no limbs, no good cooperation, his eyes could not judge the direction, his ears heard the wrong wind, and his whole body was untwisted, like All the organs of the body are made the same. Wait until the finger is on the body.

Shi Bao realized that what he saw and thought was an “illusion”. The real finger reversed the yin and yang, confused the five elements, and was not in all common sense. He could not think of this with his martial arts practice. The reason, I just feel like facing this trick again, I still can't escape.

In fact, there is nothing magical. Chen Ang just disrupts the breath of Shi Bao. The meridian blood of the human body not only follows the yin and yang avenue, but the breath sympathy actually passes through the yin and yang of the human body. This reverses the **** and confuses the yin and yang. The five senses are not well coordinated, and the six wise people who are not intelligent will easily recruit.

Shi Bao is also a man with refined external skills. When he brags and bets on weekdays, he has also folded several steel knives on his body. He was lucky to be under the skin and swelled up. Even if it was hit by a sledgehammer, it would not make him suffer. Severely injured, but a little by Chen Ang, the musculoskeletons were twisted together instantly.

He screamed, and lay on the ground twitching. It was like a wire twisted into a knot, tangled into a dead knot, and the knotted muscles tore a part, making Shi Bao afraid to move at will. When he stopped, the yin and yang breath in the body immediately began to mess, an upside down The inner gas disturbed his breath.

夹 Under the pinch, Shi Bao rolled his eyes and passed out.

Deng Yuanjue stood up struggling, holding an iron rod, and looked at Chen Ang with a complex complexion. He was successful. The finger just mentioned by Chen Ang just leaked his energy, which suddenly caused him to dry up recently and collapsed. In just a few breaths, Deng Yuanjue regained a little strength by relying on a mysterious work.

But it can only act reluctantly, it is by no means the opponent of anyone here.

The most horrible martial art of "Golden Chronicles" is its strange and changeable scent, which often leaves people with no resistance when they are combined. If Chen Ang let go of it, he would do it alone. Inside, the yin and yang vigor of back and forth, UU reading www.uukanshu.com unpredictable finger strength, those who are less than eight levels of power, can not afford him a finger.

Deng Yuanjue also knew this, and he said frankly: "The family is weak, waiting to kill and yell, and listening to the respect is, but if you want to take a word out of my mouth, that is dreaming!" Eyes, died calmly.

"Monk, don't panic first, I still have something to trouble you?" Chen Ang stared at Shi Bao, a dead dog, and laughed: "Please also give Fang La, Fang Leader a word!"

Deng Yuanjue's eyebrows were lowered, his color remained unchanged, and he slowly said, "If it is a word of persuasion, please don't say more. In other words, the Sajia family will live up to their trust and bring it to the master personally."

"Please tell him, I'm here!" Chen Ang laughed, leaving this short sentence, taking everyone, holding the horse, and the patient, disappearing into the sky, leaving only Deng Yuanjue on the ground, and one more Facing the south, Dharma Shibao, like a dead dog, collapsed on the ground.

Deng Yuanjue helped him up. The sentence Chen An left was obviously not only a message, but also the person on the ground. The two together were a complete message.

"I'm here, are you ready?"

Shi Bao, the writer who recorded this sentence, represented the court and used a prince to indicate its presence in this land, representing Chen Ang, and using his martial arts as an invitation to the other party.

An invitation to a duel.

Coincided with the good times, and a battle with the king. Even if you compete, you will die.

Ignoring the flames of the Ming religion, the scenery is beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, and I long for it. Chen Ang Liu.