Seeing this, Chen Qingyang couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

The middle-aged man's knife not only contains an incomparable amount of violent force, but also has a very mysterious soul impact, which is constantly eroding Chen Qingyang's soul.

The violent black qi wave engulfed Chen Qingyang in an instant, and the sword was like a mountain crushing down.

"Humph!"

Chen Qingyang snorted coldly, instantly urging his soul power to counterattack, and at the same time blasted out the strongest overlord fist.

"Boom!"

The Overlord Fist, which surpassed eight times, was like an optimus giant pillar, breaking through the rolling black qi wave with an invincible attitude, and then smashed into the terrifying black sword.

"What?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he watched his strongest knife, smashed by Chen Qingyang's fist, shattering inch by inch, the whole person's face was sluggish, the qi and blood in his inner body rolled instantly, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Whew!"

Blocking the middle-aged man's knife, Chen Qingyang felt that most of the power in his body had been drained, and his face was slightly pale.

It seemed that he still underestimated the strength of a powerful first-order master of the Innate Realm, and he could only barely defeat it without using the Mountain Seal.

"You've lost!"

After Chen Qingyang calmed down the chaotic qi and blood in his body a little, he looked at the middle-aged man calmly and said.

"It's me who loses." The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile, and his gaze at Chen Qingyang was full of incredulity.

"The genius cultivated by Yanhuang Mountain is really powerful, but if I have a knife in my hand, the one who loses will definitely be you." The middle-aged man suddenly said confidently.

"Not necessarily." Chen Qingyang smiled, didn't argue, and walked directly to the seventh floor.

The corridor on the seventh floor was still empty, and just as Chen Qingyang was about to enter the seventh floor cell, suddenly the No. 2 stone door opened.

A slightly embarrassed figure walked out of the stone gate, with a trace of blood on his face, and the whole person looked a little depressed.

"Is that you?"

The person who came out of the stone gate was naturally Yi Feng, and when he saw that Chen Qingyang was also on the seventh floor, he couldn't help but show a surprised expression on his face.

"Was it a surprise?" Chen Qingyang said with a light smile.

Seeing Yi Feng's expression at this moment, Chen Qingyang guessed that he should not have been able to pass the seventh level.

"You managed to make it to the seventh floor?" Yi Feng gritted his teeth slightly and said.

He had already reached the first order of the Innate Realm, and it was not easy for him to break through to the seventh layer, but he didn't expect that Chen Qingyang, a half-step martial artist of the Innate Realm, could actually break through to the seventh layer.

"You can do it, why can't I?" Chen Qingyang said that since the other party didn't want to see him, there was no need to be polite to him.

"You ......"

Hearing Chen Qingyang's arrogant words, Yi Feng's eyes suddenly burst out with cold anger.

"Anger me, but it's more than a wise choice, I just wanted you to get out of Yanhuang Mountain, but now it seems that you don't want to leave Yanhuang Mountain alive." As he spoke, Yi Feng's eyes actually revealed a faint killing intent.

Since Hong Gong expressed his intention to accept Chen Qingyang as a disciple, Yi Feng has always regarded Chen Qingyang as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh, and he will never allow a second person to become a disciple of Hong Gong, so he must get rid of Chen Qingyang before the battle of the land list.

"I'll wait for you, but I also advise you, don't capsize in the gutter."

After speaking, Chen Qingyang didn't pay attention to Yi Feng's reaction, and directly pushed open the No. 3 stone gate.

The sixth layer was already a top first-order master of the Innate Realm, Chen Qingyang was already mentally prepared, and the seventh layer might be an even more terrifying second-order master of the Innate Realm.

"I can't help myself, I'm going to see how many seconds you can last!"

Looking at Chen Qingyang's back, Yi Feng snorted coldly.

The opponent of the seventh layer was indeed a powerful second-order master of the Innate Realm, and with Yi Feng's strength, he could barely survive in the opponent's hands for half a minute.

He never believed that Chen Qingyang, a half-step innate realm martial artist, could survive a few seconds in the opponent's hands.

At the door of the seventh-floor cell, a fiery wave of air rushed to his face, and at the same time, a terrifying aura enveloped Chen Qingyang's body.

Chen Qingyang's body paused for a moment, and finally resolutely chose to step in.

"Young man, knowing that the old man's strength is so much stronger than yours, you still dare to walk in?" At this time, an old voice sounded in Chen Qingyang's mind, which suddenly made Chen Qingyang feel a terrible pain in his eardrums.

"I just want to know how big the gap between my current strength and the second order of the Innate Realm is." Chen Qingyang said lightly.

He knew that it was a second-order master of the Innate Realm, but he still chose to walk in, so he was naturally well prepared.

"You have the guts, but the price may be your life." The old man raised his head slightly, and a faint killing intent burst out of his eyes.

The people who can be imprisoned in the prison are almost all heinous sinners, and they no longer have any mercy in their hearts.

"I'll see." Chen Qingyang said lightly.

"Hehe, haha, it's really ignorant and fearless, then let you see how big the gap is between you and the old man."

After speaking, the old man's body erupted with an incomparable majestic momentum.

This momentum, whether it is fierce, or violent, or cold, all kinds of different killing intents, almost freezes the air in the entire cell.

Under the pressure of such momentum, Chen Qingyang's whole body was cold, the strength in his body was surging wildly, and his expression became more and more solemn.

This was the first time he had faced a second-order martial artist in the Innate Realm, and the oppression brought to him by the other party was far more terrifying than Chen Qingyang had imagined.

However, the more dangerous this situation is, the more it can stimulate Chen Qingyang's inner fighting spirit.

"Come on!"

Chen Qingyang let out a low roar, his eyes bloomed with blazing battle intent, like a awakened lion, roaring and rushing towards the old man.

At this moment, Chen Qingyang unleashed the Cloud Dragon Nine Leaps to the extreme, and the momentum on his body was like a huge wave of the deep sea, slamming towards the old man.

"Hmph, I can't help myself."

The old man snorted coldly, and in the face of Chen Qingyang's offensive, a terrifying and fiery force instantly surged around him, like a round of burning sun, and his momentum climbed to the extreme.

The extreme speed of the Cloud Dragon Nine Leaps did not occupy any advantage in front of the old man, Chen Qingyang fortunately launched a direct attack, and the violent power was like a flood raging, roaring towards the old man.

The old man's cold eyes exuded a ruthless intent, and a palm containing fanatical power slammed towards Chen Qingyang like a shock.

"Boom!"

The ferocious collision sound suddenly exploded, Chen Qingyang's face changed instantly, and his body retreated suddenly, but it was still affected by the explosive energy aftermath, and the qi and blood in his body immediately churned chaotically.

It's really strong!

Chen Qingyang was violently knocked back to the edge of the wall of the cell, and his right hand trembled.

If it weren't for his extreme dodge, the old man's move would have been enough to seriously injure him.