After the excited people around him calmed down, Chen Kuang looked at Song Wan on the pavilion and said, "Song Tiansi, I think it's better for you to end up in person, and let these people know how powerful your Jiantiansi is."

Song Wan knew that Chen Kuang thought these angry people were the work of Jiantiansi, but she did not intend to explain anything.

"The rules cannot be broken." Song Wan said lightly.

Chen Kuang did not force it: "Song Tiansi also knew that letting them come was just to die in vain. There is no need for these irrelevant people to get involved in the grudges between me and the court."

Song Wan had already said calmly: "That was chosen by themselves."

Chen Kuang sneered, "That's someone to give it to."

Chen Kuang didn't like their way of playing with others in the palm of their hands. In the end, he often called it their own choice and had nothing to do with me.

Unfortunately, no one will sympathize with those dead people except Shen Qu, at most they will be remembered for a moment and then forgotten.

Is it pitiful? Maybe some.

After saying this, Chen Kuang looked at the eldest prince Yuan Zhen on the other side, leaving only a light look.

Then, Chen Kuang looked at the spectators around him and said slowly: "Come on, next. For your melting wealth and honor, and for my life, there is no need to hide it."

There are no bold words or ruthless words, just a plain word can turn into thousands of strong words.

But no one dared to ask for death any more.

Most of the clouds in the sky were now covered, and dark clouds emerged, just like the hearts of many people present, being covered by haze.

The breeze suddenly rose and there was a little more chill, but the rain never fell.

After a while, seeing that no one dared to come forward, Chen Kuang, who was bored, took a stool from the tea shop and sat carelessly in the middle of the long street.

In front of a window on the second floor, a pair of eyes stared at Chen Kuan.

"Your Highness the Twelve, let me meet him."

Yuan Wei turned his head and looked at Mo Ying behind him. He knew that although Mo Ying's realm was very high, he was still a little worried when facing Chen Kuang now. However, he did not say anything discouraged and just instructed: "Old Mo, if you can't defeat him, you will retreat."

Mo Ying nodded: "Thank you, Your Highness, instructs me, I know the severity of the interests."

Yuan Wei nodded after hearing this, and then Mo Ying flashed and landed steadily in the middle of the long street, confronting Chen Kuan from afar.

Chen Kuang, who was sitting on the stool, looked at the figure that suddenly fell from a distance and laughed, "Old friend."

Chen Kuang knew that he would not miss this great opportunity.

Although Chen Kuang's appearance changed, it did not delay Mo Ying's determination to kill him. Mo Ying looked at Chen Kuang and said with a grim smile: "Boy, Lingshan City let you run away by chance at that time, but this time it was not so easy. Tell me how to die, Grandpa may be able to help you."

Chen Kuang was still sitting on the stool. He looked at Mo Ying and smiled and said, "Old guy, with his great perfection in Guiyuan Realm, you really think you are invincible? I used to be able to cure you without giving all my strength, but now it is easier to kill you."

After saying that, Chen Kuang stood up, holding his teeth in his hand, pointed at Mo Ying.

Mo Ying was already furious when Chen Kuang revealed his true feelings in public: "Wait for me to twist your head in person, see if you still have a stubborn mouth."

After Mo Ying finished speaking, a strong true energy flowed from his dantian.

A strong man who is truly perfect in the Guiyuan Realm and has been immersed in this realm for many years is naturally not comparable to Xiang Nanbei and Gu Baiyun before.

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of.

Although neither of them had lasted ten rounds under Shen Kuang, those who had never seen Shen Kuang compete with the Black Sword Assistant with their own eyes were still skeptical about this. After all, that was the Black Sword Assistant.

At the moment Mo Ying's momentum burst out, many spectators around him were also implicated and felt Mo Ying's strength.

Chen Kuang sneered at Mo Ying, who was as powerful as a rainbow, and then a purple true energy that was not weaker than Mo Ying instantly burst out from the sinking dantian. In addition, in the subtle details that no one noticed, a faint purple intention flowed out of Shen Kuang's dantian. It was a purple intention that emerged from the second realm of the sea tide. Chen Kuang still only knows the use of this purple intention.

On the field, the spectator, who was originally full of confidence, was suddenly a little incredible when he saw Chen Kuan's momentum, and was so confident.

Is this really a level of cultivation that a twenty-year-old young man can have?

Yun Qingyou on the pavilion could see the difference in Chen Kuang at a glance. She said a little surprised: "I didn't expect this kid to have practiced the sea tide to the second level."

Dugu Nanqiao, who was standing beside him, looked at his master in confusion when he heard this.

Yun Qingyou slowly explained: "Watching the Sea Tide is a secret of the mind method he practiced by his master. It is divided into three levels, and this second level is called the Purple Qi Realm. The Purple Qi Realm practice relies especially on the Purple Qi that the shareholders come to the morning, so it can be seen that this kid has never slacked off in his practice. The kid's dantian sea is vast and different from ordinary people. Therefore, after practicing the Sea Tide to the second level, he will have more flexibility in mastering the true Qi. In addition, the martial arts and sword techniques he has learned are also extremely superior, so he has a good chance of winning against Mo Ying."

Although Dugu Nanqiao still doesn't know much about watching the sea tide and the purple qi realm, it doesn't prevent her from knowing that the current situation is very powerful.

She is also a genius of swordsmanship in Yunmeng Mountain, so she becomes more and more aware of the weight of the middle stage of Guiyuan Realm at the age of twenty.

Mo Ying, who faced Chen Kuang alone, was also very surprised by the young man standing in front of him. He had to admit that the young man in front of him was really a rare genius.

But the more this happens, the more Mo Ying wants to kill him. It is never Meiji's choice to form a future strong man.

Chen Kuang looked at Mo Ying who was silent and smiled and said, "I guess you must be surprised now. This kid is really a martial arts genius. It's just that you and me have a grudge, so the more genius you are, the more you will die. Is that right?"

After Chen Kuang finished speaking, he just smiled at himself, and Mo Ying had no intention of answering.

He looked at Chen Kuan with a pity.

The next second, Mo Ying's right hand, who was doing his best, instantly burst into blue veins. He suddenly punched and smashed Chen Kuan with all his strength. There was not much fancy posture, but only a fight in internal strength.

Although Mo Ying's speed was very fast, there were still traces to follow in Shen Kuang's eyes.

Chen Kuang took back his Youya and was also preparing to use pure fist and foot strength to fight Mo Ying.

Chen Kuang bent his knees slightly and his arms overlapped to accumulate strength.

Muran, swung out with one blow.

The moment the two fists touched each other, the aftermath of the true qi collided instantly. The two of them were dressed in cold clothes, and they did not retreat in an instant, and their momentum remained unabated.

Chen Kuang had no intention of continuing to compete with Mo Ying for internal strength, so in the next second, Chen Kuang suddenly exerted force and bombarded it with all his strength.

Mo Ying gritted his teeth, but it was still irresistible.

Mo Ying was blown away by this powerful internal force for dozens of steps before he could barely stabilize his body. In contrast, Chen Kuang only took two steps back.

Originally, Mo Ying wanted to find the place where he fell last time, but he didn't expect that he still lost the battle this time. Mo Ying retreated.

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After stabilizing his body, he did not hesitate and immediately accumulated strength to pounce forward.

Mo Ying does not use weapons, so the one who is proud of is internal strength and the other is fist and foot skills.

People who specialize in boxing and footing skills often have different physical strength than ordinary people. Although Mo Ying is older and thin, it does not prevent his physical strength.

During the forward pounce, Mo Ying's palms turned into claws.

Chen Kuan did not dodge or dodge, and waited for Mo Ying's attack.

When Mo Ying's right claw was about to touch the shoulder of Shi Chenkuan, Chenkuan raised his left arm to block it. Mo Ying made a move to attack Chenkuan's hollow abdomen with his left claw. Chenkuan sneered and easily shook his right arm.

In a moment, the two of them had fought more than ten moves.

For a moment, the fist shadows overlapped and the speed was extremely fast.

Mo Ying's dragon-detecting hand combined with the metal body technique to consolidate the body brought considerable pressure to Chen Kuang. In terms of physical strength, Shen Kuang is weaker than Mo Ying. Therefore, Shen Kuang can only rely on stronger forces to suppress the momentum with absolute force and win with force.

Therefore, after a few more moves between the two sides, Chen Kuang punched Mo Ying in front of the chest.

Mo Ying sneered: "With such force, isn't you tickling grandpa me?"

Chen Kuang also smiled and said, "Then try a few more punches."

Mo Ying sneered and used his body to resist the painless fist.

Chen Kuang's fist was like rain, but it seemed that it was just light and felt nothing when it fell on Mo Ying.

The disdain at the corner of Mo Ying's mouth became more and more obvious, and the smile at the corner of Chen Kuang's mouth slowly emerged.

In an instant, Mo Ying smelled something wrong, but it was too late.

Because he was too arrogant, he resisted Chen Kuang's fifteen punches. When Mo Ying reacted, the heaviest three punches also fell on him.

The power of the Eighteen Fist did not dissipate. Mo Ying felt that the power of the Eighteen Fist was actually rushing in his body, and finally gathered into a force that hit his body directly.

After seeing this scene, Zong Yangqiu on the pavilion said in surprise: "Young Master Chen's move seems familiar."

Yu Wenyuan laughed and said, "It looks like my uncle's leaf-picking fist, especially the superposition of the punching force. Can Uncle Zong see this trick?"

Zong Yangqiu shook his head and said, "I can't tell, it's probably the best martial arts inherited from the Xuanji Mountain lineage."

The moment Mo Ying reacted, he immediately protected the critical heart meridian acupoints with his true energy, but the force of the eighteen fists was too domineering, so Mo Ying was still seriously injured.

Chen Kuang kicked Mo Ying away with one foot. Mo Ying, who fell heavily to the ground, was already covered in blood at this time, and looked quite scary.

Chen Kuang had no intention of giving Mo Ying a room to breathe, so when Mo Ying was shaking and standing up, Chen Kuang had already pulled out his teeth and rushed to him instantly.

Mo Ying, who knew he could not avoid it, exclaimed: "Your Highness save me."

Yuan Wei naturally did not want to lose a confidant general, so after Mo Ying was kicked out by Chen Kuang, he signaled the old man to rescue Mo Ying when necessary.

Just as Shen Kuang spike was about to penetrate Mo Ying's neck, a sword light swept quickly, pointing straight at Shen Kuang.

Chen Kuang had expected it, so he sideways and dodged the sword. However, this also gave Mo Ying a time to breathe. He took advantage of this gap and instantly left the long street and scrambled into the crowd.

After Chen Kuang avoided the sword light, he saw an old man appearing on the long street. The old man looked at Chen Kuang arrogantly and said, "Little guy, it's not a good thing to show his sharpness at such a young age."

Chen Kuang knew that the old man was a powerful master at the Grandmaster realm, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and cursed: "A level three little master, are you worthy of teaching me?"

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