After these days of recuperation, many wounds left by the Battle of Shirenshan have been completely healed, which is also the confidence to support Qingyan's return to Wanbeast Palace. If the wound has not healed, he will never plunge into this dragon and tiger den.

He stared at Hong Zhui's figure and looked over the other party without any traces of his eyes to the only exit behind him.

Just as Qingyan was distracted, Hong Zhui had already turned into a shadow and attacked him, secretly calming his mind. Qingyan swept back quickly under his feet, carefully observing the opponent's attack path.

But Hong Zhui's speed was really incredible. Before he could retreat one foot away, countless fist shadows rushed towards him. Each fist was so real in Qingyan's eyes, as if Hong Zhui had three heads and six arms.

At this time, Qingyan truly knew what the eight-armed divine ape was. As expected, he had the same effect as Yuqing Mianluo Hand. If he didn't take action, he would be able to attack. If he launched an attack, he would be endless. There was no big difference except for one hard and one soft.

Qingyan's spirit has been mentioned to the extreme. Naturally, he did not believe that the other party would really grow countless arms in an instant, but it was caused by the punch being too fast. In addition, the internal strength was strong and heavy, making each punch as solid as the essence, which gave the dazzling illusion.

These just happened in the midst of lightning. After the opponent's fist gushed, the sword in his hand was like a gorgeous tent, forming an insurmountable iron curtain in front of him. Qingyan believed that the manual sword was thousands of times sharper than the iron fist.

Sure enough, Hong Zhui turned around and retreated, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "Although I only used three and a half of the success power, I didn't expect that you would be able to resolve it so easily. It seems that if you don't use some real skills, you really have no way to deal with you."

Qing Yan didn't care about the other party's praise, but stood there slowly closed his eyes, and the long sword tilted slightly to make a starting move. It was the move that he had fought against the emperor in Yuezhou, and it was also the self-created sword technique that Qing Yan learned from the Thirteen Swords of Mowen.

Hong Zhui, who was observing with a smile, naturally knew that this move must be extremely powerful, so he was not in a hurry and patiently circled around to see what flaws Qingyan had on him.

But after three or four circles, Hong Zhui was surprised in his heart, thinking that Mo Wen's swordsmanship was as profound as the rumored version. With this young boy who has been practicing for at most two or three years, he has such achievements. In addition to his own qualifications, he is more of the exquisiteness of Mo Wen's swordsmanship.

No flaws.

This is the conclusion that Hong Zhui came to stand before Qingyan again. Although the latter seemed to stand like this casually with his eyes closed, as a top expert, Hong Zhui certainly knew that what he saw was not everything. The momentum he exuded could be seen that no matter where he attacked, he would be hit hard.

"It's really good kung fu, but in the face of absolute strength, all flower stands are mantis armed and chariots."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Zhui bullied himself in front of him again. The power of the punch was beyond the past. He saw that the fist wind was like thunder. Even if Qing Yan closed his eyes at this moment, he could clearly feel the extremely fierce iron fist.

With his feet on the Gang Step and holding the sword technique in his hand, Qingyan seemed to have a world of his own within two feet. Within this range, his body movements were elegantly dodging the opponent's attacks, and he also waited for an opportunity to shoot the opponent's vital points, which was comparable to Hong Zhui.

But these are just superficial. If there are experts like Lin Jialuo watching the battle, you will definitely see that whenever the boxing and swords strike, the Qingluan sword will be hit back by Hong Zhui's iron boxing. If it weren't for the material of this sword, it would have been hammered into powder.

Hong Zhui was also amazed in his heart. Unexpectedly, in addition to having two magical skills, the strange long sword in his hand was also the most treasure in the world. He was secretly happy in his heart. If he got the Mo Wen sword in Jiejiang, and with this magic weapon, he would have gained a lot. By then, even if there was no half of the fragments, the remaining seven people would definitely not be his opponent.

Repelling the azure long sword that was slashing towards his throat again, Hong Zhui's body sank and lightning, and crossed Qingyan's defense line and slammed heavily on his lower abdomen. But in an instant, Qingyan still stepped back and removed most of the fist strength.

Wiping the blood in his hand, his right hand holding the sharp sword was trembling slightly. This was a sequelae caused by the recoil force on the sword before. Qingyan had already practiced the Lingxiao Art at this time, and his muscles and bones were much different from ordinary people, but at this time he couldn't hold the sword, so he knew how terrifying Hong Zhui was.

"I didn't expect that your old dog is very strong." He had no choice but to close the sword, Qingyan moved the joints of his hands.

"It's just five success powers, which makes you retreat? Well, if you think it's easy, I can save you the effort."

"I'm not afraid of being arrogant and getting angry. I just don't want to rely on the power of weapons. Do you really think you are a person?"

His right foot kicked out like a crossbow arrow shot away. Qingyan raised his speed to the extreme and attacked Hong Zhui.

A dull sound of "bang", the two fists collided like two heavy hammers. The force and internal force of each other shook the two of them away. Hong Zhui took a step back and stabilized his body, while Qingyan spitted out a mouthful of blood and retreated six or seven steps to stop the decline.

"The internal strength is really good, I don't know how many punches you can take!"

Qingyan tried his best to suppress the qi and blood surging in the chest. If he sprayed blood again, his vitality would be greatly reduced. At that time, he would definitely be defeated by Hong Zhui within three punches.

The same muffled sound echoed in the hall. This time, Qingyan's feet were like strong pine trees pierced into the land, without taking a step back. Then the two punched like lightning, punching to the flesh, and the power of each blow was extremely powerful.

The faster the two of them fought, the stronger the strength became. Hong Zhui rushed out with one punch and was all more surprised. He could not have imagined that the other party was much higher than he had imagined at such a young age.

Qingyan had reached the state of selflessness, and at this time he did not care about any moves. He was completely engaging in the other party's fist with his instinct. In addition to the incredible speed of the two of them, a sound like fried beans resounded throughout the hall.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

It may be years of blood hatred.

Perhaps it is the instinct of being a warrior,

Or both, Qingyan's eyes turned red, and his endless anger turned into the power of the fist. He didn't care who was standing in front of him, but he just wanted to smash him into pieces, completely ignoring the depth of the fists, and the blood was already visible on his bones.

Hong Zhui thought the other party would use the interceptor finger, but after fighting for so long, he didn't see a single finger hit him, which made him a little confused and disappointed. If he continued to fight like this, the other party would lose in no time, let alone he only used six or seven points of strength.

Suddenly, Qingyan's red eyes suddenly showed a look of shock. Fist shadows appeared behind Hong Zhui. If it were just like this, Qingyan would never be so shocked, because the two of them had been fighting for so long. What shocked him was Hong Zhui's attack at this time, as if they were not extremely fast due to speed, as if eight arms suddenly appeared.

‘Bang’’ ‘Bang’’’ ‘Bang’’

Eight heavy and dull sounds accompanied by the bright red blood.

Qingyan was knocked out like a kite with a broken string and hit the jade screen behind him. The heart-wrenching pain on his body made Qingyan faint. He didn't know how many ribs he had broken, and how many internal organs were intact. He only knew that he would never accept his fate.

"These punches are strong enough, but they are not enough to defeat me. You might as well use them to eat harder."

"I have forgotten when I used all my strength before. It seems to be following the previous generation leader, right? But I have to say that the surprises you brought to me tonight are really endless. I believe that within ten years, there will be no opponent in the world."

"I didn't expect you, a damn person, would flatter you, but even if you say it, you don't want to draw two great skills from me."

Hong Zhui raised his fists and looked at it. He saw that there were not many other than Qingyan's blood on it. He then sighed and said, "Why do you have to do this? Although you hate me to the core, I didn't hurt them at all."

"Fart! Do you think I'll believe it?"

"I said this, but I wanted you not to have such a big hatred. In fact, after kidnapped you mother and son, I did not take any action. When your father came to fulfill his contract, I kept watching coldly."

Qingyan looked at the other party's eyes coldly, and there was no false intention in his eyes, which made him a little puzzled, "As you said that, do you want to thank you?"

"I'm really ungrateful. Although the two magical skills you master are important, I'm so patient, but I might as well tell you the truth. If you don't tell the secrets of the two skills, the next move will be when you die."

"My uncle still said the same thing. If you have the ability, you can pick it out from the cracks of my bones!"

Perhaps it was because Hong Zhuidangzhen lost his patience and his red hair rose without wind, which seemed to be really angry.

Qingyan, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly stood up, as if he didn't want to be shorter than the other person and faced his anger.

Suddenly, Hong Zhui disappeared from the spot where he was, and ripples spread out from the center of the position he occupied in the place. This was possible only when he was extremely fast. In the next moment, Hong Zhui's full punch had already fallen to Qingyan's head.

The sound of bone shattering came into Hong Zhui's ears, but his eyes were filled with deep shock. At the critical moment, Qingyan magically moved half a step to the right, causing the punch to not hit his Tianling cover and kill him, but landed on his left shoulder.

Qingyan knew that the opponent would use all his strength in this attack, and even more so that Hong Zhui would definitely think he would win, but he had already been waiting for this opportunity. After trying his best to avoid it, he struck Hong Zhui's feet with his right finger, and the intercepting finger that gathered all the internal forces of the Qihai was like a broken bamboo.

"Ahhhh!"

Hong Zhui's screams echoed in the hall, but Qingyan did not enjoy the other party's pain expression and rushed out of the hall without hesitation. However, his speed was more than three points slower than before. At this time, his left shoulder was broken, his internal organs were even more severely damaged. He didn't know how many ribs were broken, and he just lowered his arms and ran forward with perseverance.

In order to temporarily lose the ability to move and cannot pursue it, Qingyan can be said to have put his life on the gambling table and was a big gamble. Once he missed, he would be a terrible end. Fortunately, he did not kill Hong Zhui with all his strength.

Outside the hall, Qingyan ran out with all his strength, and did not meet the disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace for a while.

"All disciples obey orders! Block the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, and never let Zhao Qingyan escape from the sky!"

Hong Zhui's voice came from behind him. Qingyan knew that although the other party was unable to chase him for the time being, he still had the ability to slowly walk outside the hall, so he didn't look back and still ran forward, leaving behind bright red footprints.

At this time, countless disciples from the Ten Thousand Beast Palace rushed over quickly.
Chapter completed!