Chen Ang was leisurely and leisurely walking through the sword light, his relaxed look made Qunhao stunned. The interlaced sword lights really made more than 99% of the sword learners below dimly eclipsed and ashamed.

The disciples of the two sects of Taishan and Hengshan, looking at the two sects of sword techniques in his hands, felt that their sword techniques were definitely as shameless as shit. In the first half of his life, they were like water entering the brain, and their only learning was so unsightly that they had learned so much that they were ambitious. The disciples who were ambitious simply learned Chen Ang’s sword power and imitated them in public. They also felt that their sword skills had greatly increased.

When other people in the world saw this, they also followed Chen Ang’s swords and learned to use the swords. Although they were not as familiar with the skills of using swords in swordsmanship, they also gained something. Some people who carried swords and used Qimen weapons, saw others carefully thinking about it, so they simply picked up the legs of the long stick and urged to make a long sword to make a gesture. For a moment, most of the people in the audience actually imitated and learned swords.

The other leaders were so naughty that they felt embarrassing, but they were just on the surface, and in private, they all experienced it with their hearts.

Master Dingyi was concentrating on finding the flaws in Chen Ang Hengshan's sword technique. While relying on what she learned, she always felt that she was obscure in using her swords, she attacked there. However, most of them were Chen Ang's plan, and he was forced to jump up and down with a backhand move. But whenever she reached the key point, Chen Ang turned his sword to avoid it.

The sword technique of the three of them became more and more wonderful. As the spirit of Taoist Tianmen and Master Dingyi flashed, there were also amazing changes in sword technique, which could force Chen Ang to retreat slightly, but he immediately learned it and extended more changes with his backhand. The Taoist Tianmen used his sword to make a long roar, and the sword in his hand shook open more than a hundred sword flowers.

Turning around, an unparalleled craft was swept across the sky, the sword surged, the light poured down like mercury, and the momentum was like a river surging. In the vastness, there was a sharp edge, which touched the clouds of Chen Ang's sword technique, and then turned the sword again, and the sharpness was even more serious. In this way, Chen Ang supported it seven times.

Taoist Master Tianmen still wanted to accumulate strength and tried his best to lift his energy, but he felt that his hands were empty and he could not use his strength. Then the sword power was exhausted and the sword light fell. He calmed down the true energy surging in his body, suddenly came to his senses and burst into tears.

Master Dingyi was shocked and pulled back to the sword, came to him and asked, "Junior Brother Tianmen, what's wrong with you?" His tone was imperceptible, but she couldn't stop using her sword technique.

The Taoist Master Tianmen seemed to cry and laugh, his face squeezed into a ball, and he suddenly fell down his sword and said, "Can't you still see it? People are guiding us in our swordsmanship!"

Master Dingyi was stunned by lightning and was stunned on the spot. Taoist Master Tianmen picked up the long sword and said in a tone: "The old Taoist is convinced! I am convinced by his swordsmanship. I will never be able to catch up with his swordsmanship in this life. The old Taoist is ashamed of his heart. What is it to be embarrassing to this? Go back! Go back!"

As he said that, he bowed to Chen Ang and left without looking back.

Master Dingyi raised his head and said in a difficult tone: "You won't shoot us and learn swordsmanship. I will figure it out day and night to find your flaws? At that time, I will create two tricks to restrain you. What do you think?"

Chen Ang laughed loudly and said, "At that time, I would happily drink three glasses of wine. Fortunately, there is a little more swordsmanship in this world that I can learn! If you can teach one or two disciples who are better than you and take the swordsmanship of the two schools to the next level, I will be overjoyed and sing loudly!"

Master Dingyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, put his hands together, recited the Buddha's name for Chen Ang, and said, "I have been practicing Zen mind for more than ten years, but I still can't see Pan Li at all. All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata. Amitabha Buddha!"

He then took the disciples of Hengshan to leave.

There were actually two sect leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, who were impressed by Chen Ang with their long swords, and they really responded to the saying "The strong are respected." The heroes on the field looked at each other and didn't know what to do. Yue Buqun lifted the long sword and came to Chen Ang opposite and clasped his fists and said, "Huashan Yue Buqun, I'll learn the skills of my brother!"

Chen Ang knew that Yue Buqun was not willing to compete with him. After all, this would only be a cheap Songshan faction. To prevent the merger of the Five Mountains, he was not only not an obstacle, but also a great supporter. This time he came up to prevent the people in Songshan from getting cheap, and simply showed his gentleman spirit.

Sure enough, Yue Buqun said aloud: "Brother, the swordsmanship in Taiwan is amazing, but he has fought with the heads of the two sects for a long time. Yue will not take advantage of you. We will fight again after you have a rest!"

Ding Mian below was shocked and hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Yue, don't be polite to him. Everyone in the Demon Sect will be punished!" He turned around and said, "Don't tell him about the moral principles of the world, just stand shoulder to shoulder!"

This is another big weapon of killing among the well-known and well-known sects - "Don't talk to him about the morality of the world!"

Even though Chen Ang heard it, he couldn't help laughing out loud, but the world was not so shameless after all. After hearing his words, everyone not only did not rush forward, but instead took a few steps away, gave way to the disciples of Songshan, signaling to draw a clear line with them. Some even snorted coldly: "Master Yue did a good job! I won't do such a thing to take advantage of others' danger to those despicable villains!"

Yue Buqun clasped his fists at everyone and said, "Yue and the Demon Sect are incompatible, but this little brother may not be a member of the Demon Sect. After a long battle, how could Yue do such a thing to do if he loses the wrong way!"

The people below applauded and said in unison: "Master Yue did the right thing!"

The people of the Songshan Sect saw that everyone was embarrassed and knew that if they took action, the people present would definitely not agree, but they would draw their swords to stop them. Many people here received the tips on Chen Ang’s sword technique and received his favor, either thanking him or admiring him as a human being. If they went up to siege, they would be afraid that these people would rush over and kill some of them into meat sauce.

Yue Buqun waited for a while and received Chen Ang's instructions. Then he drew his sword. In fact, Chen Ang had no internal strength at all. He was mostly pretending to be unsupported. His muscle power was the best at lasting. With Chen Ang's current state, he would be able to dispatch physical strength. He would not lose his state after three days and three nights of fighting.

The two fought with each other, using the Huashan sword technique that Chen Ang had learned, and they faced Yue Buqun's Huashan sword technique. However, the Huashan Sect used the energy to control the sword, which was indeed not a joke. Yue Buqun's sword technique was simple and accurate. The Huashan sword technique was used with the Zixia magic skill. It was amazingly powerful and the sword technique that restrained Chen Ang the most. Even if Chen Ang's sword technique was beyond his ambition, he was just fighting without distinction.

Later, Yue Buqun simply concentrated on his concentration and learned Chen Ang's sword technique. Chen Ang was not completely rewarded. He had already figured out most of the Zixia magical power on Yue Buqun. He could only wait for his internal strength to build the foundation, and he could integrate into his internal strength and gain a deeper understanding of the internal strength in sword technique.

It can be said that this is the biggest gain he has gained, but he can't use it now. After accumulating it, he can turn it into potential and burst out after 10% of his internal strength.

The two fought hundreds of ways, and Yue Buqun sold a hidden flaw and pretended to be defeated. He sighed on the surface: "Yue's skills are not as good as others, and he is ashamed!" But he thought to himself: I only had six levels of skill. If I do my best, I can take him down in just 120 moves.

Chen Ang over there thought: "Yue Buqun only used six levels of strength, probably to guard against Zuo Lengchan. I only used my full state. Although I exerted all my strength, compared to the strength of overclocking for one degree, I only needed about two levels. I needed 1,321 moves to kill him in close combat. I only needed thirteen darts in the long range to force him to death."

"If you turn on the overclocking second-degree state, you only need three moves or one dart to kill him!"

Next, several people from the world who were good at self-proclaiming themselves came up to challenge him. In name, it was a life-and-death battle, but in fact it was just a competition. Every time Chen Ang defeated him with the martial arts of the person he challenged. In his hands, those martial arts were extremely powerful than the original owner.

Only then did everyone realize that Chen Ang did not learn these swordsmanship and martial arts in advance, but learned the opponent's martial arts during the battle, and then returned it with ten times the power.

This is simply a fantasy thing, and everyone couldn't believe it. They would rather believe that there are sects in this world that are proficient in a hundred martial arts, and Chen Ang is the disciple of the master. Even if Chen Ang matures quickly in front of them, and his fists and feet are vaguely like a master, everyone would only believe that he is hiding his weakness.

After all, this kind of martial arts talent really makes people doubt themselves, and the blow to people's confidence is almost fatal! If you admit that there are geniuses in this world who have passed away, then what is the point of their hard work to learn martial arts?
Chapter completed!