Chapter 70 (2/2)

The move is inseparable from Chen Ang's important acupoint. It is like a silver blade and iron pole. It is more fierce than a sword.

”What a monument of Zang huaike!” Chen ang praised.

In mid air, Chen ang lifted his pen gently and gracefully. Duan Yu saw a small pen, which was blocked between the strength of Murong Bo's pen. As soon as he lifted it, he hit the place where Murong Bo's pen power was scattered. It was elegant, round and beautiful. Either in regular script or in regular script, or in flow, or in flow. He wrote his own comfort in Murong Bo's big pen.

The tips of their pens did not intersect, and all they did were empty moves, but Murong Bo did not start smoothly with his pens. He just felt that it was difficult to write. For several times, he couldn't write that kind of pleasure. His efforts were intermittent and his heart was bent. On the contrary, Chen ang was free and unrestrained, and his pen was very natural and unrestrained.

Murong Bo blocked his pen several times, but he was passive to Chen Ang's splash ink. He only had time to parry. Seeing Chen Ang's ”clear post when snow is fast”, he wrote more and more smoothly. However, his pen was in a mess. He was anxious. He simply forcibly disassembled it in the way of a weapon. In Duan Yu's eyes, he knew that he had lost more than half.

”Now that it's here, it's better to be simple.” Murong Bo was cruel in his heart. Regardless of the artistic conception, he only used the most basic judge's writing skills. When he made a large number of points, the side edge fell precipitously, and he spread his brush without a trace, which was enough to close the edge, forcing Chen ang to turn back and protect with great force. When it is horizontal, it is like falling paper against the front. It goes slowly and returns quickly, from Le Chenang's throat.

Murongbo repeatedly used the eight methods of Yongzi and eight methods of exerting force to turn back and forth and bump back and forth, which could not form a whole word. Only the strokes are hard and there are no rules. It is obviously an idea to draw even with Chen ang.

Unexpectedly, Chen ang laughed and changed his writing style from ”sunny note in fast snow” to ”preface to Lanting”, ”nine years of Yonghe, the age of Guichou.” the first character of Yonghe was to point the side points, rein in the front, make great efforts, hook, propose strategies, skim, short skim, Peck and press one by one, forcing Murong Bo to have only the power to parry.

When I wrote about ”the beginning of late spring”, the word ”Zhi” was like a dragon and a snake landing. There was a real pen strength in the air. It swept across the landscape, and there was no one who could stop it.

Murong Bo's face snapped loudly, and a pen edge scratched a lightning like crease on his face, just a little afterwave. When he was about to retreat, another word ”Zhi” came out of Chen Ang's pen. The blade was broken, Murong Bo tried to support it, and a red mark appeared on his hand.

In Chen Ang's works, the twenty characters are thrilling, just like heaven and man's sword. Duan Yu's mind swayed and couldn't help himself. ”Good martial arts and calligraphy are nothing more than Wang Youjun's in the world.” has he ever seen such wanton writing? I just think this technique, used there, is a wonderful and moving spirit.

Murong Bo was sweating and blocking the left and right. Later, he simply played Lai and spread his body method. He came and went vertically and horizontally in a small inner room. He said in a hurry: ”good martial arts. I admit defeat this time. The governor might as well watch me wave.”

Stepping on his foot, he soared into the air. He waved his pen like a big axe. His strength was like the vastness of the Yangtze River. In his pen, he broke and broke like a wave. Thousands of horses rushed and crashed in front of Chen ang. In Chen Ang's pen, he set off waves several feet high. It was really like turbid waves emptying, overturning rivers and seas and destroying everything.

However, no matter how surging the momentum is in murongbo's works, Chen ang is as smooth as a mountain and towering waves. In his works, he is obedient as a tamed sheep. With a calm and gentle taste. If you say that murongbo's works are rivers and seas, hooks, chaps, rubs, dots and dyes are full of momentum.

Chen ang is like a high mountain, standing still, with a small pen and a big coat of hemp and chaps. He has the lofty and motionless spirit of Mount Tai. Chen ang is independent with his left hand and leisurely faces all the attacks of Murong Bo. A small pen, like a spirit, goes against the waves, like a flying swift, suddenly rushes to the top of the waves, sometimes falls to the trough, and walks freely in the surging energy.

Little by little, it seems that the red sun rises at the beginning and the mist disperses. A corner of the green mountain outside the sky is blocked in the middle of the river. The green mountain is happy and does not move. With a small pen, the veil of the green mountain is slowly lifted. A towering peak stands in the middle of the river to block its way. It is unshakable to let the turbid waves roll.

Murongbo's writing became narrower and narrower, as if a huge peak stood in front of him, allowing him to toss a large amount of money, which had been slowly oppressed. His momentum was dignified and intimidated hundreds of millions of people, which made him sad to vomit blood. He couldn't stop. He had to let the large amount go more and more biased and gradually go to extremes.

Finally, he bumped into the mountain and broke bones.

”Pa!” with a loud noise, Murong Bo's huge pen in his hand burst and scattered into thousands of filaments. Murong Bo's face was gray and looked at his empty hands.