I, Fahai, start with a mighty dragon and suppress the world.

One can imagine the gap of ten rankings.

But what Song Qingshu didn't know was that this was only Chen Yang's ranking after Duhua Yunzhonghe, and did not include people from the Blood Demon Sect.

Of course, Chen Yang didn't tell him about the realm of people from the Blood Demon Sect.

If he had told Song Qingshu that he had transformed into a Grandmaster-level blood demon on the way here.

Then Song Qingshu probably wouldn't have the guts to mention this discussion.

Chen Yang stood upright in the open space, waved his big hand, and grasped the nine-ring tin staff out of thin air.

A pestle was struck on the ground, and the nine golden rings on the nine-ring tin staff trembled, making a low-pitched sound like a temple.

Compared to Song Qingshu's confidence, Chen Yang was more worried about how much Song Qingshu would be able to catch him.

Don't worry, Song Qingshu will not be able to do it if he doesn't have a good time.

That would be too boring.

After all, this is a competition, and you are still on the top of a mountain. You must always take it easy, but you cannot use your full strength indiscriminately just for the sake of pleasure.

If Song Qingshu was really beaten to death, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng would definitely not be able to spare him.

"Little master, be careful!"

Song Qingshu reminded, then he pointed his three-foot green sword towards the sky.

"Wudang Swordsmanship!"

Song Qingshu shouted loudly, the energy in his body surged, and the sword energy soared into the sky and spread out in all directions.

The thick sword intent made the surrounding air freeze slightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Song Qingshu was full of sword energy and was full of high spirits.

"Little master, take the next sword energy!"

He shouted suddenly, and all the sword energy in his body gathered on the blade.

The three-foot green blade suddenly slashed out, and the majestic sword energy condensed into a giant sword, which shot out like an arrow and killed Chen Yang.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Yang confidently, extremely confident in the power of his sword energy.

Even those in the late Xiantian realm can be forced to retreat!

The strong sword energy hit his face, and Chen Yang slowly spread his legs outward.

He used his body to smash all the sword energy into pieces!

Then Chen Yang looked at the incoming sword energy without changing his expression.

That's the big game.

Although this sword energy looks powerful, it is quite powerful.

However, Chen Yang smiled in his heart.

That's it?

"drink!"

Chen Yang shouted loudly.

The nine-ring tin staff in his hand suddenly shook, and the whole person jumped into the air!

Seeing this, Song Qingshu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and thought to himself: Don't you dare to take my sword energy?

Actually it is not.

While breathing, Chen Yang did not dodge, but instead raised the nine-ring tin staff and faced the sword energy head-on!

"boom!"

The sword energy collided with the nine-ring tin staff, making a dull sound.

In just an instant, the sword energy was shattered by the nine-ring tin staff!

"what?!"

Song Qingshu was shocked and dumbfounded.

Did a collision dissolve the sword energy that he was so proud of?

Song Qingshu was a little unbelievable. This little monk and nun could be so powerful?

This seems...shouldn't be the strength that the top one on the Blue Dragon Ranking should have, right?

The next moment, Chen Yang's voice exploded like thunder.

"Donor Song, the monk is here, pick him up!"

Chen Yang shouted, clenching his fists with both hands, his inner energy igniting, and his momentum was overwhelming.

"Devil-Suppressing Divine Fist!"

Chen Yang shouted loudly and punched Song Qingshu.

It was the boxing secret book that I obtained in the village a few days ago.

Chen Yang's whole body glowed with golden light, like an Arhat who was subduing a demon.

The coercion emanating from the body instantly shattered all the chaotic sword energy in the field into pieces!

What a terrifying power!

Song Qingshu was almost breathless under the pressure, his eyes widened with a look of horror.

He secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong.

Subconsciously I wanted to get out of the way, but it was too late.

"boom!"

One punch!

The sound of the smash was like spring thunder exploding!

Song Qingshu was punched away! .

Chapter 025 I dare to ask little master Fahai how much force you used?

In an instant, smoke and dust filled the open space.

Song Qingshu was like a kite with its string broken, falling backward like a stream.

"boom!"

It hit the rock wall hard.

The rock wall was cracked, like a huge spider web.

But fortunately, due to his strength in the Xiantian realm and his physique different from ordinary people, he did not cause too serious injuries.

Song Qingshu fell to the ground, and when he woke up, he kept breathing heavily.

He actually lost!

Song Qingshu looked surprised and had lingering fears.

That punch was powerful and heavy.

And the speed is as fast as a bolt of lightning.

He thought he had reacted quickly enough, but he still didn't have time to dodge.

What a terrifying boxing technique!

Why are they both in the Xiantian realm, but the gap between my sword energy and Chen Yang's boxing skills is so huge, like clouds and mud!

Song Qingshu's strength is among the top three among the younger generation in Wudang, but he was punched by Chen Yang and was unable to fight back.

How deep is Chen Yang's strength?

What made him even more frustrated was that somehow, he felt that this punch was not all of Chen Yang's strength!

This punch was very powerful, but when it hit him, the power was less than half of the force.

Could it be that he deliberately stopped? !

Song Qingshu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, broke into a cold sweat, and was slightly scared.

Is the gap really that big?

This Qinglong list is not accurate either!

"Donor Song, I accept the concession."

Chen Yang walked to Song Qingshu's side, clasped his hands together, and said calmly.

Song Qingshu came back to his senses, swallowed a sip of saliva, and asked in a loud voice: "Little Master Fahai, may I ask, did you just... use your full strength?"

Chen Yang was slightly startled.

Could it be that he was spotted?

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is normal to be seen through.

Both of them are innate masters, and they can more or less judge the power of their opponents during the exchange of moves.

The final power of the Demon-Suppressing Divine Fist was indeed only half of it.

When Chen Yang used his boxing skills, his original intention was to strike with all his strength.

But that ferocious momentum alone had already shattered Song Qingshu's sword intent. If he still insisted on punching with all his strength, Song Qingshu would probably be crippled even if he didn't die.

Under the eaves of others, I have to bow my head.

Besides, there is no blood feud between himself and Song Qingshu.

Naturally, he has to stop.

So the last punch he punched was one in which Chen Yang controlled the force just right.

His momentum only overwhelmed Song Qingshu, but he did not injure anyone.

I think so in my heart, but I can't say it out loud like this.

You know, Song Qingshu can be regarded as the emperor's favored son. Although he lost, he still has to give face.

Don't look at the face of the monk, look at the face of the Buddha.

He also has a biological father who is the leader of Wudang.

So, Chen Yang said without thinking: "Of course I will go all out."

In order not to make Song Qingshu suspicious, he also made it up randomly.

"Almsgiver Song is overly worried. It's not that the young monk wanted to stop or anything. In fact, the young monk is not good at martial arts. The young monk accidentally acquired this boxing technique a few days ago and has not yet mastered it, so he made a joke when he used it. Tigers can't be compared to dogs, I hope Donor Song won't make fun of him."

As soon as these words came out, most of Song Qingshu's doubts disappeared.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Song Qingshu nodded with difficulty and smiled awkwardly.

I felt a long sigh of relief.

Let's just say, they are all in the Xiantian realm, even if they are high and low, they are not ridiculously strong.

Thinking about it carefully, the punching intention really caused the aura to be disordered, which must be the reason why he has not yet mastered the practice.

It seems that no matter how hard I work, I can still catch up with this gap.

On the other side, Chen Yang was helpless.

The final skill of the Demon-Subduing Divine Fist was actually less than half of it.

At most [-]%!

As for the aura disorder that Song Qingshu thought of just now.

That's all the result of my constant efforts to recycle it!

When he originally hit out with all his strength, Chen Yang judged immediately that Song Qingshu would not be able to catch it.

It immediately dropped to seven successes!

But when he was about to reach power, he saw Song Qingshu's sword energy collapse again.