"Damn it's you!"

The voice popped out from between Chen Qingyang's teeth, no longer talking nonsense, and slammed towards Mo Yunfei with clenched fists.

This time, Chen Qingyang was determined to kill Mo Yunfei.

"The light of fireflies, dare to compete with the sun and the moon? I can kill you with one sword! A cruel smile appeared on Mo Yunfei's hideous face.

In an instant, the sword broke out, and with a bright cold light, it slashed towards Chen Qingyang like lightning.

Although this knife was far less powerful than the knife that blocked Li Qingluan before, it was enough to easily kill a master in the early stage of condensation.

Mo Yunfei's face already showed a victor's smile, he didn't think that Chen Qingyang could survive his knife at all.

Chen Qingyang clenched his right fist, and the vast internal energy surged wildly, slamming towards that sword in an instant.

The fist is monstrous, like an angry wave rolling, like an evil dragon roaring!

The violent, domineering, and fierce power of the Overlord Fist were perfectly fused, pushing Chen Qingyang's strength to a peak, a peak of power that was difficult to achieve in the middle of any transformation.

Rumble!

The power of the fist burst out collided with the sword rays.

The fist gang was cut in half and disappeared into invisibility, and the sword pierced through the void and slashed directly at Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyang's figure flashed, and he could dodge this deadly knife.

Even if the power of the sword is weakened a lot by his fist, if it is slashed on his body, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

"Huh? It's that fast, too? ”

Mo Yunfei's face sank slightly, and he could feel that the power of Chen Qingyang's punch seemed to be even stronger than before.

But even so, his sword was enough to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyang's speed was not slow, and he actually dodged his knife.

"It's dangerous!"

Chen Qingyang had palpitations, he was still not enough to compete with Mo Yunfei, who only had fifty percent of his strength, with the strength of the Overlord Fist alone.

The slightest mistake will kill him under his knife.

"I'd like to see how many times you can hide!"

Mo Yunfei was ruthless in his heart, and slashed out again.

This time, he also didn't spare the slightest hand, and slashed it with all his might.

Chen Qingyang was fearless, and he rose straight up, and the Overlord Fist made the power in his body blast out with nearly five times the strength.

But the result was still like this, as soon as the fist gang came into contact with Mo Yunfei's earth-shattering sword, it was instantly destroyed.

And Chen Qingyang didn't have time to dodge this time, and his body was swept by the aftermath of the sword, and there were suddenly several shocking blood marks on his body.

Moreover, Mo Yunfei's sword strength remained in Chen Qingyang's body, trying to wreak havoc on his internal organs, but fortunately, Chen Qingyang's cultivation was "I Ching Tendon", and an inexplicable energy gushed out from the dantian, destroying the remaining sword strength in his body with a devastating momentum.

"Boy, are you feeling bad right now?" Mo Yunfei looked down at Chen Qingyang with the attitude of a victor and said.

His sword is contained in his sword strength, not to mention the middle stage of the transformation of strength, even if it is a martial artist at the peak of the transformation of strength, it is difficult to resist the wraking of sword strength.

"So what? If you want to kill me, you don't have that qualification yet! Chen Qingyang said disdainfully.

He had to consume Mo Yunfei's strength as much as possible, and with his perverted recovery speed, it was not worth fighting him for a long time, as long as he could resist Mo Yunfei's next attack.

The cold light in Mo Yunfei's eyes flickered, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you."

Mo Yunfei drank coldly, and his body suddenly rose into the air, and the big knife in his hand shone brightly, illuminating the entire surrounding land, and at the same time exuding a shocking momentum.

Every time Mo Yunfei slashed, the strength in his body consumed one point, and Chen Qingyang had to wait until his strength was less than forty percent, or even thirty percent, before he had a chance of winning.

Rumble!

The bright sword slashed down, and at the same time, Mo Yunfei's whole person also rushed in, preparing to kill Chen Qingyang at close range.

His body moved frantically, but Mo Yunfei's sword covered a large area, and no matter how he escaped, he could not avoid being attacked by the aftermath of the sword.

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The back instantly became a blur of flesh and blood, and even the bones were clearly visible.

Chen Qingyang endured the severe pain and faced Mo Yunfei, who rushed closely.

Mo Yunfei obviously didn't want to leave Chen Qingyang any respite, and the big knife in his hand instantly became smaller, turning into a sharp dagger that stabbed Chen Qingyang's throat.

Chen Qingyang's overlord boxing is better at hand-to-hand combat, but in the face of Mo Yunfei, who has a large gap in strength, it is difficult to make up for the strength gap between the two.

For a while, Chen Qingyang was forced to retreat, and there were several more blood holes on his body, but fortunately, they were not the most important injuries.

"It's quite tenacious, but it's a pity that you will die at my hands after all." Mo Yunfei laughed fiercely, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Chen Qingyang's heart fiercely.

This time, he was not prepared to let Chen Qingyang have any chance to dodge, and his speed exploded to the extreme in an instant.

Chen Qingyang knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and if he didn't make a move, he might really die in the hands of Mo Yunfei.

An inexplicable force became agitated in Chen Qingyang's dantian, and in an instant, it surged to his meridians like magma.

The momentum on Chen Qingyang's body also became extremely violent in an instant, as if it was a raging ancient beast, filled with a terrifying aura that made people tremble and awe.

Mo Yunfei felt the violent and fiery power on Chen Qingyang's body, and his body was slammed, and his eyes showed horror and fear that could not be concealed.

"This ......"

Mo Yunfei's eyes as sharp as eagle eyes widened and rolled round at this moment, and the aura of death suddenly shrouded him.

Reason told him he had to get out of here now!

It's a pity that Chen Qingyang won't give him this opportunity!

The fiery and furious energy surged down the meridians to the fist, and even if he broke through to the middle stage of the transformation of strength, Chen Qingyang still felt that he could not control this terrifying power freely.

He raised his right hand, and a Heavenly Palm Print suddenly appeared in the void, and it continued to expand.

Compared with the early stage of Huajin, now that Chen Qingyang has cast the mountain seal, the Qingtian handprint is a whole circle larger, and its coverage is nearly ten meters, like a black and oppressive dark cloud, which is daunting.

Mo Yun raised his head violently, and when he saw the Optimus Palm Print, his body trembled involuntarily.

What kind of monster is this? Can you actually display such a heaven-defying martial art?

Escape!

Without any hesitation, he turned and ran as hard as he could, and there was nothing but horror in his eyes.

"Die!"

Chen Qingyang roared angrily, the blue muscles on his face burst out, and his whole face became extremely hideous.

The Optimus palm print pressed towards the rushing Mo Yunfei with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming force, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye.

"Ahh

Mo Yunfei knew that he couldn't escape, so he turned around suddenly, and instantly condensed an energy big knife in his hand, and then poured all the strength of his body into the big hand.

Rumble!

As soon as the sword touched the giant hand, it seemed to be shattering inch by inch on an indestructible city wall.

Mo Yunfei was unwilling, and slashed out three times in succession, but it was still to no avail, and his frightened eyes were full of despair.

Qingtian's palm print ruthlessly suppressed down, engulfing Mo Yunfei in an instant.