The breeze blows by, and the green leaves on the branches sway, as if infected by this atmosphere. The crisp leaves in the sky leave the branches and splash down.

Deng Yuanjue was calm and alert. A few beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. His whole body was full of energy. He held the steel Zen stick in his hand. There was a rare feeling of sweat and wetness in his palm. He fought for life and death more than a hundred times in his life, but never could compare to this young man and stood there simply.

He could feel the momentum gradually gathering in Chen Ang's body, as if the red sun was rising, brilliant and vast, swallowing the sea of ​​clouds and dyeing the vast and vast trend of the country, rising little by little, bringing him almost suffocating pressure.

When he is prosperous, he will decline. Deng Yuanjue has been waiting for the moment when Chen Ang's aura turns from strong to weak. He would rather face the shocking blow that would inevitably be earth-shaking than face a vigorous and vigorous Chen Ang, facing the momentum that constantly burns and inspires during the battle.

But this time, he miscalculated.

Chen Ang just stood there simply, but his aura had been connected with the surroundings. The wind, the tree, and the fallen leaves in the sky were all part of him, carrying his will and momentum, and wasting his fighting spirit to take action.

Shi Bao raised the knife with difficulty, and the sweat beads on his forehead blurred his vision. Facing Chen Ang, he did not dare to wipe it. He lifted the internal force for too long, causing his meridians to swell and hurt.

Both of them understood that no matter what the chance of winning, they must take action in the next moment, otherwise they would never have a chance again. Waiting for the point where Chen Ang’s momentum declined, they might not be able to get it until they die.

"Ming Zun bless me, subdue demons and eliminate traitors!" Deng Yuanjue shouted softly. A Zen stick weighing 100 kilograms was lifted up by him like a piece of paper. He was crazy, insane, angry, and always calm. Deng Yuanjue pretended to be crazy at this moment, and the Zen stick in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, swaying, and under the numerous phantoms, there was a thousand kilograms of force.

It is enlightenment, transcendence, Deng Yuanjue's behavior is crazy, and a Zen stick splashes the sky, interpreting the madness to the fullest. He swept the stick technique to the sky, but his face is peaceful and joyful, quiet and conscious, and his eyes are half open and half closed, revealing transcendent wisdom and enlightenment.

"The magic of the stick is crazy, my heart is like a Buddha. The more crazy I am, the more I am. When I am mad, my wisdom will be born!" Chen Ang laughed indulged in love, stepped into the shadows of the stick, and entered the dead end. Although that breath was shaking, no matter how crazy Deng Yuanjue was, the Zen stick was always a little bit away from Chen Ang's vital points.

"I didn't expect that the master is a Shaolin disciple!" Chen Ang cut through the shadow of the heavy staff with one hand and pressed it on Deng Yuanjue's Zen Staff, just like Mount Tai took root. No matter how the iron staff was stirred, it could not escape from Chen Ang's palm.

Deng Yuanjue's forehead was covered with a thin layer of white-haired sweat. His monk's robe was half-clear, revealing the bracelets and bones on his chest. He looked solemn and majestic. It was the essence of the Arhat's demon subjugation in the Crazy Wand Technique. Shaolin Temple has been passed down for thousands of years. How could anyone beat Deng Yuanjue in the attainment of the Crazy Wand Technique?

"Sa family is so grateful to Shaolin, but the Tao is different. How can I bear it? I don't want to learn from the Buddha's enlightenment, the Bodhisattva's compassion, and the bird who endures the overall situation in everything is so angry. So I just learn from the Vajra's eyes and knock over this world with a stick!" Deng Yuanjue laughed and said, "I kicked the Golden Buddha, demolished the temple, went down the mountain to live happily with my brothers, and knocked over this unfair world."

He shouted loudly, with a heroic expression, throwing life and death behind his head, and his staff became even more wild. In Chen Ang's palm, he rushed left and right and overturned the Five Finger Mountain. An iron staff was like a green dragon shaking its tail, and a clear shadow twitched, hitting Chen Ang's storefront.

"Good come!" Chen Ang was full of energy. Seeing this powerful blow, he was not surprised but happy. His fingers were slightly rubbed. A little bit of the internal force of "Jinkui Yaolue" was quietly pointed to the iron rod. Deng Yuan was surprised to find that the iron rod that had infused his thick internal force suddenly shook. The original feeling of being directed by an arm disappeared without a trace.

A kind of chaos and complex internal force breath disturbed the iron rod energy, causing Deng Yuanjue's attack to suddenly stagnate, revealing an undue flaw.

Chen Ang pointed lightly, and Yingying pointed the layers of energy that passed through Deng Yuanjue's chest on his chest.

The dragonfly's blow, which was touching, stopped as soon as it touched. Deng Yuan felt a chill on his chest, and Chen Ang had already withdrawn.

Shi Bao, who was faintly confronting Huang Shang, saw the opportunity and shouted loudly. The long knife in his hand surged, flew several feet away, and slashed Chen Ang's neck. He did not dare to straighten Chen Ang's head, but when he encountered an opportunity, he didn't mind picking up a bargain. After Chen Ang's aura calmed down, his aura retreated like a tide.

People with wisdom like Deng Yuanjue can naturally find that Chen Ang’s deep breath is like a sea of ​​abyss behind him, but people like Shi Bao only see the fluctuations of the surface tide, but do not understand that for the sea, there will be shocking waves after the huge retreat.

Chen Ang stopped, and his arms formed an arc, blocking the long sword between his arms. The sword was so powerful that he could not move. Shi Bao realized that he was powerful and wanted to retreat, but he felt that the long sword in his right hand was rubbed by two qi forces. He couldn't draw the sword for a while. After hesitation, he missed the best opportunity to abandon the knife and retreat.

Still the ordinary finger, Shi Bao was shocked and felt that his limbs and bones were not in good cooperation. His eyes could not judge the direction. His ears were wrongly heard the sound of the wind, and all the whole body twisted, just like the organs in his body had rebelled. When this finger was pointed on his body.

Shi Bao realized that what he saw and thought was an "illusion". The real finger reversed Yin and Yang, confused the five elements, and was not in all common sense. With his martial arts cultivation, he could not think of this truth. He only felt that he could not escape when facing this move again.

In fact, there is nothing magical. Chen Ang just disrupted Shi Bao's breath. The human meridians and blood not only followed the yin and yang path, but also sympathized with the breath actually communicated with the yin and yang of the human body. This inverted fingering method can disrupt Yin and yang, which can best interfere with people's feelings. People whose five senses are not coordinated enough and whose six senses cannot be wise will easily be affected.

Shi Bao is also a man with refined external skills. When he brags and bets, he has broken several steel knives on his body. He is lucky to be under the skin and bulges internal energy. Even if a sledgehammer is hit, he cannot be seriously injured. However, after Chen Ang's musculoskeletons were twisted together in an instant.

He screamed and twitched all over his body on the ground. It was like being twisted into a ball, tangled into a dead wire. The knotted muscles were torn apart, making Shi Bao dare not move at will. When he stopped, the yin and yang breath in his body suddenly began to turbulently, and a twisted inner energy disturbed his breath.

Under the attack between inside and outside, Shi Bao's eyes rolled and he fell into a coma.

Deng Yuanjue stood up with a struggle, leaning on an iron stick, looking at Chen Ang with a complicated expression. His mysterious skills were successful. Chen Ang's finger just now only leaked his energy, causing him to suddenly run out of energy and be limp. In just a few breaths, Deng Yuanjue regained a little strength with a sound of mysterious skills.

But I can only act reluctantly and will never be the opponent of anyone here.

The most terrifying thing about the martial arts of "Jinkui Yaolue" is that its strange and changeable aura is often no power to resist within one round. If Chen Ang lets go, he will rely on the yin and yang energy power that is unpredictable and unpredictable, and those who have less than the eighth level of his skills will not be able to bear his finger.

Deng Yuanjue also knew this truth. He said calmly: "You are powerless in your family. If you want to kill and cut, you will all listen to the poop, but if you want to take out a word from my mouth, it is a dream!" He closed his eyes and died calmly.

"Monkey, don't panic first. I have something to bother you?" Chen Ang's eyes fell on Shi Bao, who was like a dead dog, and said with a smile: "I'd like to ask Fang La, Master Fang to bring a word!"

Deng Yuan felt his eyebrows and eyes drooping, and his color did not change, and he slowly said, "If you are trying to persuade him to surrender, please don't have to say much. Other words will be fulfilled, and you will take them to the leader in person."

"Please tell him, I'm here!" Chen Angchang laughed, leaving behind this short sentence, leading everyone, leading horses, and patients, disappeared into the sky, leaving only Deng Yuanjue to support him on the ground, and there was also a Nanli Dharma King Shibao, who was like a dead dog, collapsed on the ground.

Deng Yuanjue helped him up. The words left by Chen Ang were obviously not only a message, but also the person on the ground. The two combined together are a complete message.

"I'm here, are you ready?"

Shi Bao is the prayer book that records this sentence, representing the court, using a Dharma King to indicate its existence in this land, representing Chen Ang, using his martial arts to make an invitation to Fang La.

An invitation to duel.

It coincides with the good times, and fight with you. Even if you are divided into two levels, you will also determine life and death.
Chapter completed!