"Bang!"

The stone pillar exploded, Yang Xuantong was in mid-air, and was hit backwards by the aftershock force of Chu Yunfei's punch, falling on one of the stone pillars, and the stone pillar that Chu Yunfei stepped on was full of cracks, obviously unable to withstand this powerful impact.

"Okay, happy!"

Yang Xuantong laughed out loud, in the past thirty years, except for a brief fight with Watanabe Kunimitsu ten years ago, he had never encountered such an opponent who could make his blood boil.

"Interesting!"

Chu Yunfei grinned, his eyes were full of fighting intent and blazing.

The two of them touched each other with a palm, and they were evenly divided.

In the next second, Yang Xuantong's palm slashed a cross in the rain curtain, and countless raindrops condensed into more than ten incomparably hard water swords, piercing through the curtain.

Chu Yunfei didn't have any fancy, he swung his fists together, purely using his own physical strength, and collided with one rain sword after another.

"Bell!"

The sound of gold and iron resounded, piercing the eardrums, and every time Chu Yunfei's punch fell, a rain sword jumped.

"Chu Qingyu, I really didn't misunderstand you, your physical body is definitely the strongest one among the masters I have seen, take my punch again!"

Yang Xuantong's face showed a happy color, his hands were in a hugging posture, the raindrops around him seemed to be pulled by some kind of traction, and spun wildly, under the astonished eyes of countless martial artists, Yang Xuantong formed a whirlpool visible to the naked eye, condensed by the rain, and more raindrops poured in crazily.

At first, the whirlpool only laughed a few feet, but after a few moments, it had skyrocketed several times, becoming a huge spiral body of more than ten feet.

"It turned out to be that trick, Yang Xuantong started to get serious!"

When Hong Yuan saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he said in a deep voice.

"Master, what kind of trick is that?"

Xiao Qiufeng said curiously.

"Yang Xuantong, there are three major stunts of water, fire and wind, and what he wants to perform now is his self-created water stunt, called Wild Stream Waterfall Boxing, which is definitely one of his home fields in this kind of rainy place. ”

"The Wild Current Explosion Waterfall Fist is Yang Xuantong's supreme internal strength as a guide, forming a whirlpool, condensing countless water flows, compressing them crazily, and making its power continue to condense, and then gather these forces on a punch, like a wild river waves erupting out!"

"It's like putting a cube of water in a bucket, you use a board, you compress it like crazy, and once you retract the power, that cube of water explodes with incredible force and pushes the board away. ”

"And at this moment, Yang Xuantong is condensing the power of the endless rain in this heaven and earth, once that power explodes, it can be imagined!"

Hearing Hong Yuan's explanation, Xiao Qiufeng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and although Qin Ruoshui on the side didn't know martial arts, he also generally understood.

In this way, wouldn't Chu Yunfei have to face a huge force like a beast in the wilderness? With such a huge force, how could Chu Yunfei be able to accept it?

Infinite worry welled up in her heart, and at this moment, Yang Xuantong had already punched out.

"Sting!"

In the air, an extremely harsh friction sound came out, and under Yang Xuantong's punch, the huge whirlpool in front of him quickly twisted and deformed, carrying the water vapor in the sky, like an ancient dragon, ruthlessly tearing the rain curtain apart.

Before the power of the fist arrived, the fist came first, Chu Yunfei's hair fluttered wildly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he already felt the overwhelming power contained in this punch.

The martial artists who were watching the battle more than a hundred feet behind Chu Yunfei couldn't withstand this kind of power like an abyss and a sea at all, and they all dodged and retreated.

"Good time!"

Chu Yunfei's right hand was stretched out, his five fingers were together, and a circle of light blue ripples rippled above his fist.

"Buzz!"

There was a strange sound in the air, and a beast-like aura erupted from Chu Yunfei's body, and his right fist also swung with it, pointing in front of him six times, each time in a different direction, it seemed to be chaotic, but there was a secret order of heaven and earth.

A fist shadow flashed in front of Chu Yunfei, only the size of a basketball, in stark contrast to Yang Xuantong's giant fist that covered the sky and the sun.

"Does Chu Qingyu want to use this punch to block Yang Xuantong's Wild Stream Explosion Waterfall Fist?"

Countless people have thought so.

"Huh?"

Of the people present, only Yang Xuantong and Watanabe Kunimitsu stared.

At the moment when Chu Yunfei's strange fist shadow appeared, the punch sent by Yang Xuantong appeared for a short time, as if time and space were out of touch.

"Ding!"

But the pause was only for a moment, and the huge fist mark had already come before Chu Yun flew closer, colliding with the basketball-sized fist shadow.

"Poof!"

A sound like a blade cutting an object came out, and countless people were shocked and saw an unbelievable scene.

In their opinion, it should have been Yang Xuantong's punch to break Chu Yunfei's extremely small fist mark, but everything that happened in front of them was diametrically opposite.

The light blue, only a basketball-sized fist mark, was indomitable, like a sharp nail, piercing a balloon from Yang Xuantong's fist mark, and the powerful power condensed by Yang Xuantong's punch was divided into countless small pieces by this fist mark, spilling out to the surroundings.

"How so?"

Yang Xuantong was greatly surprised, his punch can be described as a power to seize the heavens and the earth, condensing the power of hundreds of millions of streams of water, and it was with this stunt that he thwarted countless masters, and no one could block his punch head-on.

But Chu Yunfei broke his fist with a strong fist, and it was broken cleanly.

"Chu Qingyu's punch is really peculiar!"

Watanabe Kunimitsu said in a low tone, he asked himself, even if he stood in Chu Yunfei's position to receive Yang Xuantong's punch, it would be impossible to break all the power of Yang Xuantong's punch, either by resisting with force, or by temporarily avoiding his edge.

As simple as Chu Yunfei, he couldn't do it.

The light blue fist mark was unstoppable, from beginning to end, completely breaking the punch sent by Yang Xuantong, and it did not gradually dissipate until the end.

"Chu Qingyu, what kind of martial arts are you?"

Yang Xuantong's eyes condensed slightly, and he asked.

"This punch is called Liuhe Sky Devouring Fist!"

Chu Yunfei's face was proud, and his admiration for Emperor Qingyu became stronger and stronger.

The punch he sent just now was the meaning of Emperor Qingyu's fame in his early years, called the Liuhe Sky Devouring Fist.

It can devour and disintegrate all the enemy's power, and cultivate to the fullest with skill, and spread out like the realm of the Emperor Qingyu, and can devour the vitality of a planet with one punch, which is terrifying.

How can the martial arts created by the earth warriors compare to the mastery of the Emperor Qingyu who spans all worlds?

"Liuhe Sky Devouring Fist, what a domineering name!"

Yang Xuantong nodded slightly, and the Wild Stream Explosion Waterfall Fist was fruitless, this was the first time he had encountered it in so many years.

But he is an invincible Gaidai master in the world, and there is not much turbulence in his eyes.

He clasped his palms together slightly, then pulled them in front of him.

"Brush!"

Three air masses appeared out of thin air, one green, one blue, and one red.

"Chu Yunfei, I have been in the Huaxia Martial Arts Realm for decades, and I have never performed this move, but today, you are qualified to let me use all my strength!"

With a slight flick of his fingers, the three air masses spun rapidly, dancing wildly in front of him.

"Three in one!"