With slight steps, looking at the young man galloping over, the terrifying speed made him a little frightened. With the help of the light of the fire fold, Qinghai could clearly see the clear killing intent on the former's face.

"Boy, let me let you remember, what is the difference in strength. With a cold snort, the surging spiritual power in Qinghai's body converged towards the two fists, and the fist wrapped in light red spiritual power actually caused a trace of ripples in the air in the void, and after an instant, the heavy punch that had been charged was gathered infinite energy, and bombarded towards Chen Moyang, who was flying by.

"Xuan-rank low-level martial arts, Flame Fist!"

Although it is only a low-level martial art, Qinghai's strength is a genuine high-level spirit general, and the power caused by it is already extremely terrifying for Chen Moyang.

The oncoming energy stabbed Chen Moyang's face painfully, and now he is like a moth to a fire, looking for the last trace of vitality in a desperate situation.

The Flying Thunder God did not stop at all, Chen Moyang felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly depleting, and raised his eyes, he could clearly see the hideous color on Qinghai's face.

"Damn!

Secretly cursing in his heart, Chen Moyang took a deep breath, he has no way to retreat now, if he can't break through, he has only one result, that is, death without a place to be buried.

Holding the blood phoenix stick in his hand, his heart was beating violently, and the blood phoenix stick seemed to feel the unrest of his master's heart, and the body of the stick was trembling slightly.

In his mind, he recalled like lightning, and a slightly unfamiliar martial art route ran in his body. The surging spiritual power swelled the meridians, and there was even some tearing pain, and after the spiritual power circulated in the meridians, it surged towards the blood phoenix stick.

Quickly swallowing a Returning Pill, the spiritual power consumed in the body was gradually filled again, and the blood phoenix stick slashed a strange curve in mid-air, and the blood stick that gathered most of the spiritual power in Chen Moyang's body also resisted towards the fist that rushed in.

"The third form of the coiling dragon stick method, the tiger dominates the world!"

With Chen Moyang's big shout, a speechless and incomparable power erupted directly from the stick body, and then directly met Qinghai's flame fist.

"Boom!"

The flesh fist and the blood stick snapped into each other in midair, and then erupted into a violent metal impact.

Although Qinghai used his own fists, after his martial arts were used, they made them as hard as metal, but he still underestimated the boy because he was overconfident in his strength.

The moment the fists and sticks intersected, Chen Moyang's face turned pale suddenly, his face was hideous, and his hands pressed the stick tightly, trying to suppress the force that made him fly.

The power shown by the third form of the Coiling Dragon Stick Method has far exceeded Qinghai's expectations, looking at the young man who was able to take his own blow, his face changed slightly, he didn't expect that a young man with such a young face would show such a powerful strength.

But the moment he reacted, it was already too late, Chen Moyang saw that he had taken this blow, a touch of ecstasy appeared on his face, and with this huge reaction force, he drove the few spiritual powers in his body, and with a flash of thunder under his feet, his body turned into a mass of afterimages, running towards the outside of the cave entrance.

"Chase after me! Quick, don't let this kid run away, you must get rid of him at any cost!" A cold roar roared out of Qinghai's throat, Chen Moyang's strength had already made him a little panicked, he had never heard of a person from the Earth Soul Realm who could resist a spirit general's blow. If he is allowed to escape from here, then his Blue Dragon Mercenary Group can only wait for that devastating blow.

However, this confrontation was indeed due to Qinghai's light enemy, and the aura displayed by Chen Moyang, that is, in the later stage of the Soul Realm, which Cheng thought that the former would directly resist his blow, he obviously did not expect that Chen Moyang would hide such a terrifying martial art.

The fog spirit had said before that when he reached the Earth Soul Realm, he would be able to reluctantly use the third form of the Coiling Dragon Stick Method, and because of this, all the coincidences made him out of the dangerous situation now.

Hearing the angry roar of Qinghai behind him, Chen Moyang's hurried pace did not pause at all, and the color on his face became even stronger.

At the moment when Chen Moyang desperately fled out, the more than ten mercenaries who reacted were all surprised, but they didn't dare to slack off, their bodies swept wildly, and they chased after the fleeing teenager frantically.

The general on the side, seeing that the young man was out of danger, couldn't help but feel a touch of surprise on his face, and then walked to the side, ignoring Qinghai's order.

The behavior of the departing general only made Qinghai take a deep look at him, and it was the spiritual power in Luck's body, which took the lead and chased after Chen Moyang.

With a pale face, a touch of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, Chen Moyang looked at the mercenary who was gradually approaching, sneered, took out a Huili Pill and swallowed it in his abdomen, and the pace under his feet was a little faster. Although he barely used the third form of the Coiling Dragon Stick Method to block Qinghai's blow, the former was a genuine high-level spirit general after all, and the gap in strength was there, and it was not easy to retreat like this.

"Boy, don't run, with your strength, it is estimated that you can't hold on now, hurry up and hand over the things, otherwise I will catch you, I will definitely make you unable to survive, you can't die!" Looking at the rushing figure in front of him, a trace of anxiety flashed on Qinghai's face, and he said with hatred. But his words did not make Chen Moyang's speed pause in the slightest, and even accelerated slightly.

"Grass!" Seeing this, Qinghai's face turned dark, and the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, relying on the huge recoil force, the distance was a little closer, and it was really hard for him to imagine that a person from the Earth Soul Realm could exert a speed far beyond the Heavenly Soul Realm.

"I don't know if there is anyone on the cliff, if there are still people blocking it above, I am really in danger, master!" Gasping sharply, the thunderball in Chen Moyang's dantian kept tumbling, providing the required thunder and lightning power to his body.

The disappearance of the fog spirit made Chen Moyang really a little helpless, and after rushing out of the cave with the flying thunder god, he was a little overwhelmed, but time did not allow him to think too much, and the spiritual power was scattered on his limbs, like a spirit monkey climbing up the cliff wall.

"Stinky boy, are you sure you want to do this?"

Just when Chen Moyang was about to reach the top of the cliff, the long-lost joking voice of the fog spirit suddenly sounded in his heart.

The abrupt sound made Chen Moyang's climbing palm pause slightly, and he almost threw off the cliff with his hands, but his five fingers hurriedly grabbed the strange rock so that he didn't fall down.

"Damn, old man, what do you want to do, I'm shocked, I want to scare the young master to death!" Rolling his eyes, Chen Moyang said with a sense of guilt.

"Stinky boy, if you don't train you, you have to think about me in everything, do you think you can do it, besides, didn't you kid escape, but you'd better not climb up. The faint voice of the fog spirit came out slowly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Huh?" With a light doubt, Chen Moyang's divine sense was instantly released, and the situation on the edge of the cliff also appeared clearly in his mind. "Damn, this Qinghai is really step by step!"

The originally empty cliff was full of people at this time, looking at the cliff vigilantly, if Chen Moyang suddenly jumped up at this time, all that was waiting for him was countless knives, guns and sticks.

There were enemy soldiers in front and chasing soldiers in the back, and Chen Moyang fell into a dilemma. "Old man, it's time for you, aren't you ready to make a move!"

"Hmph, for the sake of your baby apprentice's face, I'll help you this time. The fog spirit also knew that now the boy alone could not escape, and beside the cave, Qinghai had already rushed out, looking at the boy lying on the mountain wall with a hideous face.

"Boy, can't you run?

Hearing the presumptuous laughter below, Chen Moyang frowned, turned over suddenly, and when the mercenaries on the cliff were caught off guard, the blood phoenix stick in his hand smashed on the chest of the first few people with fierce energy in the frightened eyes of everyone.

"Poof! poof!"

Several people who were hit vomited blood and died on the spot, and the top ranks of the mercenary group's strength were all taken into the cave by Qinghai, leaving only a group of mercenaries of average strength, which is why Chen Moyang's blow can cause such lethality.

With a successful blow, Chen Moyang no longer fell in love with the fight, laughed wildly, and jumped off the cliff.

"Qinghai dog thief, wait for me, master, I will definitely set foot on your Qinglong mercenary group!"

Qinghai, who was climbing up, only heard an arrogant shout, his eyes flashed, and a figure fell rapidly from the cliff.

"You're looking for death!" With a sneer, Qinghai had already thought of the young man being smashed to pieces, but in an instant, his complexion changed.

Chen Moyang, who fell sharply, looked at the mercenary on the stone wall viciously, as if he had all his faces in his mind, and then a powerful spiritual force suddenly surged into his body, and his whole body suddenly stopped, then floated in mid-air, and finally disappeared into the vast forest sea under the cliff.