Fantasy World Transmigration

The moon was full over Pinghu Lake, the drizzle was faint, there was no moonlight, only the moonlight spread all over the world.

On the water surface, countless fine, tiny ripples, swaying the moonlight, and cold winds carrying rain silk on the face, bringing a cold and fresh feeling. On the independent pontoon, Chen Ang looked at the lake and the water lightly, his face was quiet and could not stand the waves.

背后 Behind him was Murong Bo, who was embarrassed, looking somber and staring at him diligently.

"If I read correctly, you have just used it, but the reference of my Murong family?"

昂 Chen Ang gently flicked the rain silk and turned back: "The martial arts has reached the realm of you and me. The ordinary moves have long been out of my eyes. Just now I have written fifty-three changes. Indeed, twelve kinds come from the joint finger.

Mu Murongbo sighed: "Fu'er has been practicing **** for 20 years, which is not as good as what you got in March. If I didn't know it, I'd be afraid you would have been immersed in this **** for more than 50 years."

昂 Chen Ang smiled and looked at him and said, "With **** like him, even if I practice for another 100 years, I will not be my opponent!"

There was no sarcastic tone in his voice. It was just a plain statement. He could hear Murongbo's ears, but it was not very tasteful. His face changed for a while, it was cloudy, and he sighed a long time: "Yes, your martial arts day Advance, the age is not much older than Fuer, even if he wants to reach your current state, it will take twenty years. "

"I'm afraid not enough for twenty years!"

昂 Chen Ang gave a light bounce, the rain silk falling in front of him, and a little silver silk was originally the softest thing in the world, but he was played in his hands like a silver bead. With the force of this bomb, he shot in vain. Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color. Numerous crisscross waves appeared on the tens of feet of water between Murongbo and Chen Ang.

The Yinxian line passed through the lake's splashing water and rain silk, carrying colorless and interestless, but severely fatal force, hitting Murong Bo's heart. With this blow, the sky's rain silk drifted towards Murong Bo. Among the tens of thousands of silver wires, Chen An's only finger was hidden, which brought deep pressure on Murong Bo.

He shook his sleeves, like an iron wall, with a strong internal force, hitting the water in front of him, and the water splashed several meters high, like an overwhelming wave, blocking him in front of him.

Tens of thousands of silver wires were left on the other side of the spray. Only a little silver awn broke the water and shot in. It hit Mu Rongbo's wielding sleeves and splashed violently. Even Murong Bo The boats underneath pushed straight away a few feet away.

"Fanghuazhi!" Murongbo was horrified. Chen Ang took Yusi as a chess piece and pinned a ray of huahuazhi fingers. You must know that water is the most tender thing in the world. It is unheard of, lasing dozens of steps without exhaustion is more like a myth.

He didn't wait for him to put down his sleeves, and a large piece of chess cloth floated on his chest, revealing the flesh color on his chest. This time Murong Bo couldn't maintain his face, showing a shocking look. It is an incredible that the flower fingers can be pinned on the raindrops. Chen Ang has kept the flower fingers silent and colorless, and the volley is powerful.

He made his fingers pass through Murongbo's dormant magic, leaving a mark on his chest.

This martial art is horrible.

"Twenty years, it really is not enough."

Murong Boqiang worked hard, focused his eyes on the finger, spotted an opportunity, and pointed at the silver wire in front of him, a little cold and frozen rain wire, and at one point, the ice edge burst out.

Chen Ang over there smiled, and bounced forward three times, a bit of soft water droplets, as fast as arrows, shot fast, unmatched strength, hit people, I am afraid not worse than steel, can hit bones Smash. His rain silk was sticky like mercury, and did not condense into ice like Murong Bo.

这一 Only this point, Murong Bo lost first. Although Bing's strength was strong, Chen Ang supported the strength with intangible things, and it was better than his fingers.

"Your Dorothy's fingers are overbearing tight!" Murong Bolian waved three times before breaking up three drops of water, and Chen Ang gently copied, and twisted the ice edge at his fingertips, "Old Mr. It ’s also unparalleled in the world. "

Chen Ang smiled a little, the sound of ‘呲’, the ice edge had disappeared, and even Murong Bo could not see its shadow. Numerous raindrops splashed in the sky and underground. Murong Bo could hear dense, rustling sounds.

There was nothing but silence. Only a little warning sign in his heart made him vigilant and unfounded. Murong Bo gave a pointer in the void, and a bang sounded in the air, and dozens of raindrops burst out, as if two strong Suddenly collided together.

The water mist filled the air, and Murongbo's ears trembled with trembling: "Without phase robbery, your Excellency is based on water vapor and bears the finger strength, admires! Admire!"

The first admired, Murong Bo was still on the boat when he exited. After the second admired voice fell, he had fallen into the lake. Murong Bo invaded his sleeves under the water, and sprayed a stream of water with his toes a little bit of water. Another water polo kicked off was Shaolin's stunts, such as shadow follow legs, Dharma palm.

However, the two palm strengths of Murong Bo's full strength, which were slightly shaken by Chen Ang, were scattered in the air. Chen Ang's five-finger rotation, little bit of silver wire, was stagnant, or heavy, or Fast and incomparable, or silent, the martial arts that Murong Bo saw in his life were carried by a bit of rain, forcing him into a panic.

You can only use the martial arts, one by one, two people, using the lake as a chessboard, the lake and the rain silk as chess pieces, in the lake under the moon, playing a game of amazing chess, Murong Bo has long forgotten the test, and released his whole body, To deal with this unprecedented strong enemy, Chen Ang was just pushing his potential.

The martial arts that Murongbo has studied for many years are subtle, but they have a bit of taste. For more than 20 years, he has practiced Shaolin stunts and hundreds of martial arts, along with his own Murong family martial arts. Object.

If we say that Chen Ang started with strong martial arts cultivation and forcibly controlled it, now, with Murong Bo's polishing and teaching, these peerless studies have a layer of indescribable taste, a bit of exquisite bone marrow, From the sway of Chen Ang, all the martial arts wisdom in the collection was chewed carefully to dig out more subtle beauty.

Murong Bo pushed to the extreme, struggling to shoot to the water. He forgot about any rules, and rushed to Chen Ang, right hand. It was just the 拈 flower finger used by Chen Ang just now. The lurking power of this finger was extremely sinister. The envoy at Murongbo is more murderous than any Shaolin monk.

It completely abandons all compassion and staying behind, and only emphasizes the power of one. The magnificent Buddhism and martial arts in the hands of Murong Bo have greatly increased their power, but they have a taste of relentlessness. The power of killing is extremely extreme. Even if the Shaolin monk who created this martial art is alive, he must avoid its edge.

What a pity, he was facing Chen Ang.

Only Chen Ang can smile, and his face is always peaceful and free, as if he has deep understanding in the deep. According to Zen legend, Shakyamuni said at the Lingshan meeting that the hand held a golden Polo flower to show the people, and everyone silently said nothing, only the Supreme Master Jiaye smiled. That's one finger.

Buddha ancestral flowers, Jia Ye smiled.

But when seeing Chen Aang's finger is very soft, every time his left hand pops up, it looks like he wants to pop away the face-up beads on the flower of his right hand, but he is afraid that the petals will fall off. The body also shot out and fell on the lake.

"Flowers meet people, people see me."

This finger has been between the phase and the phase, just like an epiphany, it is inaccessible, without sight, it has reached invisible, phaseless, colorless, qualityless, everything is empty, even The abbot of Shaolin can only admire here.

Chen Angqu pointed out that sitting on the water, there was only a lotus lotus leaf, supporting him under the body, and stroking gently, the silver wires in the sky fell one after another, condensing as a substance of vitality, with the drizzle as a string, the heavens and the earth like a piano , Played softly.

I saw a little silver wire being pulled by Chen Angqu, a little silent sound, and the lake was like a huge speaker. It shook slightly, and the sound of "铮!" Spread across the lake, even far away. Wang Yuyan in Manduo Villa also looked up in confusion, and said quietly, "Who is playing the piano?"

Chen Ang's pupils were blue, all thoughts, all perceptions stayed at this moment, time stopped and the drizzle drizzled ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ gentle lake, beautiful moonlight, at this moment Became a still picture, instantaneous into eternity, instantly into eternity, only the small piano sound, as if it came from outside the sky.

Mantian Yusi gathered into a piece, exposed the white moonlight, I wonder if it is really fantasy? An invisible hand, lightly flicking billions of bundles of silver wire, twirling a finger, silent and colorless, invisible and phaseless, but can shake thousands.

The sound of the piano sounds, but it is silent. The melody exceeds the limit of human listening, but it can be heard under the vibration of the lake. Invisible sound waves penetrate the entire lake, and everything shakes, including Murongbo's internal organs. The blood vessels, meridians, and even internal forces trembled with the jump of Chen Ang's fingertips, unable to control.

Between concubines, Murong Bo was unconscious and could only dance under the sound of the piano. Numerous small, intricate and vigorous energies penetrated into his body, controlled, pulled, and even changed his internal force. Murongbo is like a tadpole, easily controlled, from the body to the mind.

In front of such terrible martial arts, the "life and death sign" is only pediatrics. It is not terrible to control a person's life and death, but to control his heart is horrible. It also surpasses all fine mysteries and changes Murongbo's intellect.

As his mad dance gradually became crazy, the invisible vigor, the control became more and more tight, and the sound of the piano gradually climaxed. At last, in the sound of a broken string, all the sounds were quiet and calm down. The raindrops fell again, and the moonlight gradually blurred and drowned in the rain, and nothing seemed to happen.

Chen Ang sighed:

"A broken heart, where does End of the World look for friends?"