This punch was not only shocking the world, but everything was silent, cutting through the rivers, but the green light burst out from the heart of Park Yingxiong's fist was full of brilliance and dazzling light, as if an asteroid fell to the Han River.

Because of the violent acceleration, the Han River water below automatically separated two waterways, and the target of the waterway was dozens of meters ahead was Chen Qiye.

"The power of a hundred steps is the real power of a powerful man in Tongxuan."

"The power of this punch is probably even an ordinary cruiser, and it can make a hole."

"This is a matter of saying that the torpedo that sinks the cruiser can also be defended by thermal weapons, but the fist Saint's punch is entirely composed of the mysterious energy in the body. There is no way to break in this world. Chen Qiye can only be beaten."

"This fierce battle is coming to an end."

The blue and black light as big as a fist exudes the murderous intent of a man flying rapidly in the air, because the friction waves were like great white sharks soaring in the sky, extremely fierce, moving forward and rushing straight to Chen Qiye.

All the spectators present, whether they were the top ten chaebolists on the peninsula, or the masters of other countries, and members of the royal family from the southeastern countries, were nervously shutting down their breathing, intending to witness with their own eyes how lethal the only Tongxuan power in the world is.

Boom!

After the green mysterious energy flew out three feet, Chen Qiye leaned over and slapped the river with his palms. He pulled out nine water walls on the Han River in one breath.

Each of these nine water walls is one meter high and one meter wide, just like a thick water cotton, to resist Park Yingxiong’s Hundred Steps Divine Fist.

Before Chen Qiye could get up, Park Young-heung witnessed the nine sudden water walls on the surface of the Han River and sighed slightly: "It's useless, you don't know the difference between the divine realm and Tongxuan, the gap between you and me."

With a puff, the green fist hit the first water wall. The water wall, which was as thick as three meters and weighed about six tons, could not even be penetrated by ordinary Rewu, collapsed in response, and a big splash of water splashed on the surface of the Han River.

Park Young-heung looked at this masterpiece and couldn't help but shake his head in a bigger curve: "The nature of emptiness grows into meditation, and the mind understands it and understands it. The divine realm is only the divine realm after all, and it relies on a breath of mysterious energy to support the dantian. And the dantian in our body has long turned into a sea of ​​qi."

"The Qihai is always polishing the mysterious energy in our body, one birth, two births, two births, and yin and yang transform all things."

"You only have a breath of mysterious energy in your body, and the mysterious energy in my body can continuously produce mysterious energy through the sea of ​​qi."

"It can be said that you are just a single-celled animal now, and I am the top creature in the food chain, with hundreds of millions of cells. How do you fight me with Chen Qiye?"

Puff, puff, puff!

At this time, Park Young-Xiong's Hundred Steps Divine Fist broke through three water walls at once, and only five water walls were left in front of Chen Qiye.

Although these five water walls stand on the water, the waves are rugged and shining, weighing dozens of tons.

But Park Young-heung seemed to have met his victory, and was still talking to himself, as if the fruit of victory had already bloomed a scarlet red on the surface of the Han River.

"Chen Qiye, you are so proud. If you hide in the deep mountains and forests of China, in three years, you and I may be able to tie."

"But unfortunately, you value love too much, and in this life, you will eventually be dragged to death by this layer of love. This is why you cannot quietly break through the foundation of Tongxuan."

"Remember to be reincarnated in the next life, you must be pragmatic, endure, and abandon the world to achieve hegemony."

Pup puff puff puff, four more sounds were heard, and the sound of the water wall bursting, and only the last water wall protecting him was left in front of Chen Qiye.

Park Young-hoon is no longer interested in watching!

The pleasure boats of the top ten chaebol players are also ready to turn around and return to the shore!

Eight of the nine water walls have been broken. What is the purpose of this last water wall?

No, absolutely nothing!

Just as the first pleasure boat on the Han River was about to turn around, everyone on the water suddenly shouted: "Look, Chen Qiye is not dead yet."

"What?"

"It's impossible. Chen Qiye, how could he even resist the Hundred Steps Divine Fist?"

With the exclamations, hundreds of eyes turned around on the water surface of Hanjiang Bay. When they turned around, they happened to see Chen Qiye punching several times in the sky in a physical posture.

The green fist was about to bully himself, and he punched Chen Qiye's chest.

Chen Qiye, however, shone brightly at the critical moment, almost using all his strength. After taking more than ten steps back, he finally used up Park Yingxiong's hundred-step divine power.

With the peak posture of inner energy, he finally resisted the Hundred Steps Divine Fist of the powerful Tongxuan.

The water surface of the huge Hanjiang Bay instantly became as calm as death.
Chapter completed!