Chen Qingyang did not do his best to this punch, but it reached the power of the Overlord Fist seven times.

Seven times the power, how terrifying and powerful is that?

Although Luohan Fist is the basic boxing technique of Shaolin Fist, it has long evolved into a killing boxing technique in the hands of abstaining from killing.

The furious fist, with a torn roar, attempted to swallow Chen Qingyang's fist.

Unfortunately, he far underestimated the power of the Overlord Fist.

"boom!"

The two fists shocked, and the violent force instantly evaporated the heavy rain around them. The two men formed a vacuum area in a radius of nearly ten meters, and the rain could not penetrate half a step.

Jiji's face froze, and then became ferocious in an instant. The powerful shock force came from his arm, forcing him to choose to retreat and remove the force.

But even though he didn't react slowly, Chen Qingyang's violent force still shattered the skin of his entire arm.

One move to fight, the right judgment is right!

Judgment retreated seven or eight meters away before he could barely remove the terrifying force, and his eyes suddenly became solemn when he looked at Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyang's punch actually made him feel inexplicably afraid.

Chen Qingyang knew that with the Vajra entering his body to protect his body, his punch could not hurt his internal organs that had abstained from killing.

However, he also knew that his strength had reached a height that was enough to be arrogant and abstain from killing.

Because of this punch, he only used 70% of his strength.

"Qingdi, I didn't expect you to become so strong." Jie Sha shook his bloody arm and dyed the surrounding earth red in an instant under the erosion of the rain.

Jiannu's gloomy eyes also narrowed slightly, staring at Chen Qingyang with fear.

"Two seniors, you guys go together." Chen Qingyang said with a slightly cold look on his eyes.

The two had no hatred with Chen Qingyang, but when they were blocking him at this moment, they were enemies.

Chen Qingyang never ruthlessly treats the enemy.

Jiannu and Jiji looked at each other and finally reached a tacit understanding.

In an instant, the two of them scattered from left to right, and rushed towards Chen Qingyang at the same time, without any intention of hiding their hands, and launched a storm-like attack.

The Arhat Fist that abstained from killing is faster, violent and fierce, almost fully exerting the essence of Arhat Fist, with a surging murderous intent.

The sword slave was his famous skill, Blood Rain Sword Flower, as soon as he drew his sword, the blood-red long sword instantly turned into a sword shadow. In conjunction with the heavy rain, his sword technique was more powerful, and his sword power reached a terrifying and terrifying state.

Chen Qingyang took a deep breath, the gas exploded in his throat, and his body's momentum instantly rose to its extreme.

Facing the two famous masters of the half-step realm who have been famous for a long time, Chen Qingyang dared not be able to support himself anymore, and went all out to the Overlord Fist!

The violent power blasted out and instantly swept across Jiji and Jiannu.

The two of them tried their best to use their own killer moves, trying to resist Chen Qingyang's most violent punch.

"boom!"

A shocking sound, overwhelming the heavy rain, echoing in the dark mountains for a long time.

Time seems to be still at this moment!

"Tick tick!"

In an instant, heavy rain fell again, but Chen Qingyang was the only one standing at this moment.

Jiannu and Jieji were already shocked by Chen Qingyang's terrifying overlord fist to the mountain dozens of meters away, and life and death were unknown.

Chen Qingyang was also shocked by his own strength and used his full strength to perform the Overlord Fist, and actually defeated two masters who were in the first realm with one punch.

However, at that moment just now, Chen Qingyang could clearly feel that the power of the Overlord Fist seemed to be approaching the limit. If Chen Qingyang guessed correctly, the eight times the power of the Overlord Fist was already the limit that he could exert. No matter how high his strength would be, he could only exert the power of the Overlord Fist.

Chen Qingyang took a few deep breaths, quickly calming the chaotic aura in his body, and then looked at the tall iron door.

Behind him was there a stronger Mo Fulong waiting for him.

The rain gradually stopped, Chen Qingyang wiped off the rain from his face and strode into the iron gate.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Chen Qingyang felt like he was a different life.

This carries so many memories of him. I still remember when I first entered here, Chen Qingyang saw a scene that would be unforgettable for him.

A girl in white dress, holding a thin sword in her hand, dancing in the scorching sun, her movements were light and chic, but the sword contained a terrible murderous intent.

Chen Qingyang still remembers that the instructor at that time asked him to come forward to compete with the girl, but unfortunately, he was defeated by the girl's sword in less than three moves.

At that time, Chen Qingyang was still very dissatisfied. When he challenged the girl again, he still failed in three moves.

In the next month, Chen Qingyang would have blood marks from almost every sword on his body, but his progress was extremely obvious. The girl could only defeat him by a hundred moves.

There was never a word of communication between the two. The cold aura on the girl made Chen Qingyang feel like he was staying away from him.

It was not until the third month that Chen Qingyang shot down the sword in the girl's hand for the first time that he finally mustered up the courage to ask the girl's name.

That was the first time the two had met three months ago.

It turned out that her name was Qin Luoshen, and she joined the Yanhuangdi font six months earlier than Chen Qingyang.

In the next few years, Qin Luoshen became the most trusted comrade-in-arms around Chen Qingyang and the woman Chen Qingyang wanted to protect the most in his life.

The memories of the past came to my mind one by one until a voice interrupted him.

"Brother Yang."

The voice was soft and excited.

Chen Qingyang withdrew his thoughts and looked up at the distance. The figure standing in front of the door was his former subordinate Leng Mei.

Chen Qingyang strode forward, staring at Leng Mei, and found that her eyes were dodging, and she didn't seem to dare to look directly at her.

"Where is Mo Fulong?" Chen Qingyang asked in a cold voice.

Leng Mei bit her lip lightly and stepped forward to approach Chen Qingyang. At this time, she was only two steps away from Chen Qingyang. Chen Qingyang could even clearly ask about the faint body fragrance of Leng Mei.

"Brother Yang, you'd better go back. The leader is already crazy." Leng Mei said with a hint of trembling voice.

"You get out of the way!" Chen Qingyang said lightly.

"No, I can't watch you die, Brother Yang, leave quickly." Leng Mei stretched her hands forward, as if she was about to push Chen Qingyang away.

But the next moment, Leng Mei's fair and slender right hand had a sharp dagger, which stabbed Chen Qingyang directly in the heart.

Chen Qingyang seemed to have expected that there was no panic on his face. His right hand stretched out like a green dragon's claw and grabbed Leng Mei's wrist. The sharp dagger stopped less than one centimeter from Chen Qingyang's heart.

"You want to kill me?" Chen Qingyang asked with a cold look in his eyes and his voice was not emotional.

Leng Mei's expression was instantly panicked, her body did not dare to move at all, and her voice trembled: "Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I have no choice."
Chapter completed!