Chapter 71 (1/2)

The moon is full on Pinghu Lake, the drizzle is slightly misty, there is no moonlight, only the moonlight is all over this world.

On the water surface, countless tiny ripples swaying the moonlight, and the cold wind carrying the rain beat on the face, bringing a cold and fresh feeling. On Chen Ang's independent boat, he looked at the light of the lake leisurely, with a quiet face and no waves.

Behind him was Murong Bo, who came out in a panic. His face was gloomy and looked at him solemnly.

”If I'm not mistaken, you just used it, but my Murong family's participation finger?”

Chen ang flicked the rain and turned his head and said, ”martial arts has reached the level of you and me. Ordinary moves have long been ignored. I just wrote 53 changes, and indeed 12 of them came from the ginseng and cooperation finger.”

Murong Bo sighed, ”fu'er's hard practice of fingering for 20 years is not as good as what you got in March. If I didn't know, I'd think you've been immersed in this fingering for more than 50 years.”

Chen ang looked at him with a smile and said, ”with his fingering, even if I practice it for another 100 years, it won't be my opponent!”

There was no sarcastic tone in his voice. It was just a plain statement. Murongbo's ears could be heard, but it was very bad. His face changed for a while, uncertain. It took him a long time to sigh: ”also, your martial arts are improving day by day, and your age is no older than Fuer. Even if he wants to reach your current level, it will take 20 years.”

”Twenty years is not enough!”

Chen ang flicked the raindrops falling in front of him. A little silver was originally the most soft thing in the world, but he played it in his hand like a silver bead. With the power of this bullet, it was shot out in vain. In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and countless crisscross ripples appeared on the tens of feet of water between murongbo and Chen ang.

The silver thread passed through the spray and rain on the lake and hit Murong Bo's eyebrows with a colorless but deadly force. With this blow, the rain in the sky drifted to Murong Bo. Chen Ang's only finger was hidden in the ten thousand silver wire, which brought deep pressure to Murong Bo.

He shook his sleeves like an iron wall. With a strong internal force, he hit the water in front of him. The water splashed several meters high, like an overwhelming wave, blocking him.

Thousands of silver threads were left on the other side of the spray. Only a little silver awn broke the spray, shot in, hit the sleeves waved by Murong Bo, splashed violently, and even the boat under Murong Bo pushed away several feet.

”Flower fingering!” murongbo was shocked. Chen ang placed a wisp of flower fingering force on the piece of rain. You know, water is the most soft thing in the world. It is invisible and invisible. Those who can use water to make concealed weapons are unheard of. Shooting dozens of steps without exhaustion is more like a divine word.

Before he put down his sleeve, a piece of round cloth with the size of a chess piece floated down his chest, revealing the flesh color in front of him. This time Murong Bo couldn't even keep his face, showing a look of horror. It's incredible that the flower fingering force can rest on the rain. Chen ang even retained the flower fingering force, which is silent, colorless and powerful in the air.

Make the finger force pass through Murong Bo's cassock subduing the devil skill and leave a mark on his chest.

This martial arts can be said to be extremely terrible.

”Twenty years is not enough.”

Murong Bo tried his best to concentrate his eyes on his fingers. He saw an opportunity. He pointed at the silver wire in front of him. A little cold solidified the rain. At one point, the ice edge shot out.

Chen ang over there smiled and bounced three times in front of him. A weak drop of water shot as fast as an arrow. Its strength was just fierce. If it hit people, it would be no worse than steel. It could smash bones. His rain was as thick as mercury, and did not condense into ice like murongbo.

On this alone, Murong Bo lost first. Although Bing is strong, Chen ang supports his strength with invisible things, which is more than freezing ice at his fingertips.

”Your lordship's doraea finger is domineering and tight!” Murong Bo waved three times before breaking up three drops of water. Chen ang gently copied and twisted the ice edge on his fingertips. ”The old man's participating finger power is unparalleled in the world.”

Chen ang smiled and heard the wind. The ice edge had disappeared. Even Murong Bo could not see its shadow. Countless raindrops splashed in the sky and underground. Murong Bo could hear the rustle.

Everything was silent. Only a little warning in his heart made him extremely vigilant. There was no basis. Murong Bo pointed out in the void, made a sound in the air, and dozens of raindrops exploded, as if the two forces suddenly collided together.