Fantasy World Transmigration

The moon is full of Pinghu, the rain is slightly misty, and the moonlight is not seen. Only the moonlight is everywhere.

On the water, countless fine, tiny ripples, swaying the moonlight, cold wind with rain and hit the face, bringing a cool sense of freshness. Chen Ang is above the independent canoe, leisurely watching the lake water, the face is quiet, not turbulent.

Behind him, Murong Bo, who was embarrassed, looked gloomy and looked at him with dignity.

“If I am not mistaken, you just used it, but what about my Murong Family?”

Chen Ang gently flicked the rain and turned back: “Wu Gong has come to you and me, this realm. The usual moves are not in the eyes. Just now I have 53 changes, there are indeed twelve kinds of fingers.”

Murong Bo sighed: “Fourer Law has not been as good as you obtained in March. If I don’t know, I am afraid that you will be immersed in this Finger Law for more than 50 years.”

Chen Ang smiled and looked at him: “With Finger Law like him, even if he practiced for another hundred years, it would not be my opponent!”

There is no sardonic tone in his voice. It is only a plain statement. He can hear Murong Bo’s ear, but it is not a taste. He has changed his face. Gloomy and uncertain, he has long sighed: “Yes, your martial arts day. Progress, the age is not much larger than the recovery, even if he wants to reach your current realm, it will take twenty years.”

“Twenty years are not enough!”

Chen Ang gently flicked, the rain silk falling in front of him, a little silver silk is the world to the soft thing, but like a silver bead he was playing in his hand, with the force of this bomb, shot in vain. In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and there were numerous criss-crossed ripples on the severe ten zhang water between Murongbo and Chen Ang.

The silver thread passed through the water and the rain on the lake, with a colorless, but powerful and deadly force, and directly hit Murong Bo’s eyebrows. The rain of the sky, along with this blow, drifted to Murong Bo, 10,000 points of silver, hiding the only finger of Chen Ang, bringing deep pressure on Murongbo.

He shook his sleeves, like an iron wall, with a thick internal force, directly hitting the water in front of him, the splash of water splashed high, like the wave of hiding the sky and covering the earth, blocked in front of him.

Tens of millions of silver silks were left on the other side of the spray. Only a silver awn, broke open, shot in, hit the sleeves that Murongbo waved, splashed with violent shaking, even Murongbo The boat underneath straightened a few feet away.

“拈花指!” Murong Bo was shocked, Chen Ang turned out to use the rain as a chess piece, pinning a slap in the face, to know that the water is the world to the soft thing, invisible, can be made with water. It can be said that it is unheard of, lasing dozens of steps without exhaustion, it is more like a myth.

Before he could put down his sleeves, a large round piece of chess pieces floated on his chest, revealing the flesh color on his chest. This time, Murong Bolian could not maintain his face, revealing a faint expression. It is already unbelievable that the flowers are on the rain, and Chen Ang has retained the scented flowers, which are silent and colorless.

Let the finger force through the crouching magic of Murong Bo, leaving a mark on the chest.

This martial art can be said to be terrifying to the extreme.

“Twenty years, it is not enough.”

Murong Bo strong spirits, eyes condensed on the finger, look at a time, a finger on the silver wire in front of him, a little ice cold solidified the rain, at one point, the ice edge spurt out.

Chen Ang over there smiled and bounced three times in front of him. A little soft water droplets, like the arrows, shot quickly. The force was just fierce, and it was hard to beat people. It was probably not inferior to steel. The smash. His rain silk is as thick as mercury, and it does not condense into ice like Murong Bo.

Only this point, Murong Bo first lost, although the ice is strong, but Chen Ang with intangibles, supporting the strength, better than he pointed to more ice.

“Your Doro’s leaf refers to the overbearing tightness!” Murong Bo slammed three times before breaking up three drops of water, and Chen Ang gently copied it and put the ice on his fingertips. “old gentleman The participation is also unparalleled in the world.”

Chen Ang lightly smiled, the sound of ‘呲’, the ice rim has disappeared, even Murong Bo can’t see its shadow, heavens above and earth below, countless rain splashes, Murong Bo can hear densely packed, rustling .

Everything is silent, only a little warning sign of his heart, so that he is very wary, unfounded, Murong Bo pointed in the void, a burst of loud noise in the air, dozens of raindrops spread out, as if two strong Suddenly collided together.

The mist filled the air, and Murong Bo was sweaty and shivered. “There is no point of robbery. You are based on water vapor, take on your fingertips, admire! Admire!”

The first one admired. At the time of export, Murong Bo was still on the boat. After the second admiration, he fell into the lake. Murong Bo invaded his sleeves under the water and swayed a stream of water. Also kicking a water polo, it is the Shaolin stunt, such as the shadow of the legs, Dharma palm.

However, the two palm force leg forces that tried to force Murong Bo’s full force were slightly shocked by Chen Ang, and it was scattered in the air. Chen Ang’s five-finger rotation, little silver, or stagnation, or heavy, or Fast and unparalleled, or silent, the martial arts that Murong Bo saw in his life, was carried by a little rain, forcing him to be embarrassed.

Only after the martial arts, one after another, two people, with the lake as the chessboard, the lake rain and rain as the chess pieces, in the moon in the lake, the game is a shocking game, Murong Bo has forgotten the test, to make the body lift To deal with this unprecedented enemy, and Chen Ang is only trying to force his potential.

The martial arts that Murong Bo has studied for many years, but the subtleties, quite a bit of taste, his hard-working Shaolin stunt for more than 20 years, hundreds of martial arts, together with his own Murong Family, become Chen Ang to study Object.

If Chen Ang started out with a strong martial arts training and forced control, then now, under the polishing and teaching of Murong Bo, these scholastics have a taste that cannot be said, and they are trained to the bone marrow. Exquisite, from the sway of Chen Ang, the various martial arts intelligence in the collection is carefully chewed to reveal more subtleties.

Murong Bo forced to the extreme, struggling to shoot to the surface, he forgot what rules, fit to Chen Ang, right hand a little, just Chen Ang used the ‘拈花指’, this refers to the latent power, insidious Very much, in Murong Bo, more murderous than any Shaolin High Monk.

It completely abandons all compassion and stay, only emphasizes the one of formidable power, dignified Buddhism, and the increase in formidable power in Murong Bo, but it has a bit of a taste of retreat, and the power of killing is extremely strong. Extremely, even if Shaolin High Monk, who created this martial art, is alive, he should avoid it.

Unfortunately, he is facing Chen Ang.

Only Chen Ang can only smile, and his face is always peaceful and free, as if there is a deep heart in the dark. According to the legend of Zen, Sakyamuni said at the Lingshan meeting that the hand-picked golden Polo flowers were all over the crowd, and everyone silently said nothing. This is a slap in the air.

Buddha’s flowers, Jiaye smiled.

But seeing Chen Ang’s fingertips is very soft. Every time the left hand pops up, it seems to be playing the bright face flower on the right hand flower, but it is afraid of shaking the petals. Murong Bo did not see the finger force, but felt a pain in the chest. The body also rushed out and fell on the lake.

“Flowers see people, people see me.”

This refers to the fact that there is no phase between them, like an epiphany. It can’t be obtained without any sensation. It has reached the invisible, phaseless, colorless, non-quality, all kinds of empty space, even At this point, Shaolin’s abbot can only admire.

Chen Ang is sitting on the water, only one lotus leaf, set off under him, gently stroking, the silver in the sky has fallen, condensing as the essence of the air, with the rain as the string, the world Like the piano, play it softly.

I saw a little silver wire pulled by Chen Ang, a little silent sound, in the heavens and the earth, the lake is like a huge speaker, shaking slightly, “zheng!” a light sound spread throughout the lake, Even Wang Yuan, who is in the Mandala Villa, raised his head in confusion and whispered: “Who is playing the piano?”

Chen Ang’s pupil is blue, all thinking, all perceptions, staying at this moment, time has stagnated, falling rain, gentle lake, beautiful moonlight, became a pair at this moment The still picture is instantly transformed into eternity, and the moment becomes forever. Only the sound of the cymbal sounds seems to come from outside the sky.

The sky is covered with a piece of rain, revealing the white moonlight, I wonder if it is true? An invisible hand gently swayes hundreds of millions of silver wires, and the flowers are one finger, silent and colorless, invisible and incomparable, but can shake the big thousand.

The sound of the piano sounds, but it is silent. The melody exceeds the limit of human listening, but under the vibration of the lake, people can hear it. The invisible sound waves permeate the whole lake. Everything shakes up, including the internal organs of Murongbo. , blood vessels, meridian, and even internal forces, with the jump of Chen Ang’s fingertips, trembled and uncontrollable.

Between the hustle and bustle, Murong Bo was unclear. He could only dance in the sound of the piano, and the innumerable small, intricate qi, penetrated into his body, controlled, pulled, and even changed his internal force. Murong Bo is like a beggar, and is easily controlled, from the body to the mind.

In the face of such terrifying martial arts, “life and death” is only a pediatrics, controlling people’s life and death, not terrifying, but controlling his heart, but it is terrifying, the original force is confusing, the fascination Dafa is born by sound. It is better than all the mysterious techniques, changing the mind of Murongbo.

As he danced wildly, the invisible enthusiasm, the control became more and more tight, and the sound of the piano gradually climaxed. Finally, in the sound of the broken strings of the strings, everything was silent and calmed down. The rain fell again, the moonlight gradually faded, drowned in the rain, and everything seemed to have happened.

Chen Ang sighed and sighed:

“A song is broken, what is the end of the world?”