"This knife can sank our big ship."

"I never thought, I really thought that if I hadn't been fortunate to see this feat today, I wouldn't believe that I would have killed me, that there would be such a mighty power in this world."

"The name of the boxing saint is indeed well-known."

With the exclamations coming from dozens of large ships, Park Young-xiong's white palm that had penetrated into the water of the Han River was already exposed, but there was a huge hilt in his hand. Until Park Young-xiong lifted him completely from the surface of the river, everyone in the audience was petrified.

The water knife is thick like a telephone pole, full of green, emits a chilling cold in Park Yingxiong's hands, and is unparalleled in the world in sharpness.

On the other hand, the water stick in Chen Qiye's hand that was completely condensed with water vapor was completely a tiny witch, and the light of the rice grains competed with the bright moon.

Park Young-heung frowned, and as he stomped his feet hard, dragging the peerless sword in his hand, he soared into the sky, and the blade pointed directly at the head of Chen Qiye's neck.

"Break it for me."

Two figures, one black and one white, both roared and swung a fatal blow.

Bang!

boom!

Hurry!

The huge mysterious energy power exploded in the air, forming a drizzle of a hundred feet in diameter. Facing the setting sun, a gorgeous rainbow actually hangs in the air.

The onlookers and martial arts masters from many countries could not see the situation clearly for a while.

"Is Chen Qiye dead?"

"It should be, how could he be the opponent of the Fist Saint? Those who should die cannot die."

"It's good if you die. From now on, who dares to disrespect the name of the Fist Saint in the Asian Realm?"

Most of these people who speak out are admirers of Park Young-heung, or people from the martial arts world on the peninsula.

On the other hand, Tang Yuanchen, Lu Zhanshan, Niu Laoer and other Chinese martial arts masters were all stuck in their throats, and they were extremely depressed!

Park Young-heung is one big realm stronger than Chen Qiye. The green sword that was completely condensed with the water vapor of the Han River. Not to mention killing people, even a pleasure boat would be cut into two and a half.

Even though they were extremely eager in their hearts, Chen Qiye could survive in that big water vapor knife, would there be a miracle in the battle of life and death?

"How is this possible? Chen Qiye will still be alive."

At this time, someone shouted, and the Chinese martial arts world hurriedly walked forward a few steps on the water surface, and saw a black dot that was wet by the river water still stood on the surface of the river.

Although it was awkward, the black dots were indeed standing on the surface of the river. All the people in the martial arts world in China were ecstatic.

"Qianye was not dead, I knew you wouldn't die so easily." Tang Yuanchen punched his left fist and his right palm, his face flushed with joy.

"I am worthy of being the only man who has returned from the Holy Mountain in a century. I, Mr. Lu, feel inferior to me."

Lu Zhanshan bent down slightly and clasped his fists. The three-he martial arts masters behind him were clasping their fists and shook their fists slightly at Chen Qiye.

This battle is not only related to the life and death of the Lin Group, but also to the situation of the top ten chaebols on the peninsula in the next few decades.

If Chen Qiye loses, then their respective interests in the peninsula at home will be expelled.

If they could see Chen Qiye with their own eyes and survive in the hands of a legendary Tongxuan strong man, their hearts were naturally shocking.

But the most shocking thing in the audience was Park Young-heung himself. Chen Qiye used the water stick condensed by the inner qi to break the peerless water knife he condensed with the inner qi, which made him, the boxing saint, unable to understand.

"No, it's true. Although I have suppressed the realm, my sword is not something that can be blocked by the peak of my inner energy."

Park Young-heung shook his head slightly, looked at Chen Qiye from afar and asked, "How did you do it?"

"For the sake of your courtesy and suppression, I will give you a favor."

Chen Qiye was like a ok, and while slapped the river water installed on Zhongshan, Lang Lang said: "The mysterious energy in the human body is divided into levels."

Park Young-heung's eyes were slightly brighter, his whole body was filled with murderous intent, and his breathing was rapid and he said, "Oh, I hope to hear it carefully."

Chen Qiye said lightly: "Black, white, gray, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple are the mystery of the inner qi color."

"A martial arts master entered the divine realm. Due to his different talents, the quality and sharpness of the mysterious energy are destined."

"The inner energy of your three disciples has not even reached Lei Qianli's talent, so how could they be my opponent? My inner energy talent just happens to defeat you."

A clarity flashed in Park Young-heung's eyes. Since he entered the divine realm, he also began to notice that the internal energy colors of masters from different countries are different.

From that time on, Park Young-hoon suspected that the color of his inner energy represented the difference in talent. He vaguely remembered that Chen Qiye had just used the condensed water stick of the river water to put green all over his body, which also indirectly confirmed that Chen Qiye was not lying.

"No wonder that's the case. In ten years, I may not be your opponent." Park Young-sung said with a smile.

Except for the more than a month in the Medicine God Sect, Park Young-heung has already known Chen Qiye's life.

He knew that it only took half a year for Chen Qiye to enter the divine realm to reach the peak of the divine realm.

Although Tongxuan is mysterious, it is definitely fake if Park Young-oh is not afraid of a mortal enemy who has grown so fast.

So today he will not let the tiger go back to the mountain, and he will let Shen Qiye grow up!

"It takes less than ten years. Maybe you are no longer my opponent today." Chen Qiye also saw through Park Young-heung's thoughts, and his eyes were calm.

Park Young-heung was stunned, then laughed hideously and said, "Hahaha, Chen Qiye, I respect you as a martial arts genius, but do you think we are the only one who can do this!"

After laughing for a full minute, Park Young-heung's killing was shocked by the killing of all the birds and fish in the Hanjiang Bay area, he returned to his true colors.

It was already setting sun. Under the sunset, a white figure, a white robe fluttered, and she set off her posture. She slowly pulled her right fist and made an attacking posture.

"Then I will let you appreciate what is the real power of Tongxuan, the power of a hundred steps."
Chapter completed!