Wu Zhan on the side also squinted at Chen Qingyang slightly, he could see that Chen Qingyang should have just stepped into the half-step innate realm not long ago, and it was expected that no matter how strong he was, he should not be the opponent of the Martial Saint.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyang not only shook off the martial saint with one punch, but also had a slight upper hand, it seems that he seriously underestimated this young man.

As soon as the words fell, in the next moment, the momentum around the Martial Saint soared again, and the entangled energy divine dragon became more and more obvious, exuding an astonishing might.

At the same time, the spear in the Martial Saint's hand seemed to merge with his hand, and there was a subtle feeling of the unity of man and soldier.

When the momentum skyrocketed to a critical point, the Martial Saint made another move.

"Roar!"

The terrifying energy wrapped around the spearhead, sending out a dragon roar.

Qiankun marksmanship third type real dragon over the mountain!

Qiankun marksmanship is a famous stunt of martial arts, with this marksmanship back then, martial arts almost swept the geniuses of the same level, even Chen Bailang, who was already famous in the cultivation world at that time, also suffered a lot of losses under this set of Qiankun marksmanship.

Although the martial saint has only learned the first four styles of Qiankun marksmanship, he has mastered the essence of marksmanship, and so far, there has never been a peer who can let him perform the fourth style of Qiankun marksmanship.

This third-type true dragon crossed the mountain, and the martial saint even brought a gun as if he was incarnated as a real dragon, exuding a violent and shocking momentum, fortunately, this basement was very solid, otherwise it would collapse in minutes.

Chen Qingyang's face was slightly solemn, and he didn't dare to hold it up any longer, and a surging force burst out from his right fist, turning into a dazzling fist that blasted towards the Martial Saint.

"Boom!"

The two powerful forces collided in an instant, and the hard floor on the ground could not withstand the violent force, and the two of them cracked one after another.

At the moment of collision, the two of them made crazy moves again, even if it was a pastoral song, they couldn't see the moves of the two clearly, and one after another amazing energy fluctuations shook like ripples.

"The young master's appearance of fighting has a bit of the shadow of the boss." Huang Ying said with a soft smile on the side.

Mu Ge suddenly remembered that there was a Huang Ying beside her, for fear that she would not be able to resist the amazing power exuded by Chen Qingyang and the two of them when they were fighting, and when she was about to block in front of her, she was surprised to find that Huang Ying was standing there with a calm face, not affected at all.

"Little brother, thank you for your concern, but my sister doesn't need your protection!" Huang Ying said with a playful smile.

Pastoral Ge nodded in amazement, although he didn't feel any breath on Huang Ying's body, but it gave him an unfathomable feeling.

On the other side, the battle between Chen Qingyang and the Martial Saint had entered a white-hot state, both of them were testing each other at the beginning, and now they had almost completely let go of their hands and feet, and the battle was very fierce, as if it was not weaker than the battle between the two first-order martial artists of the Innate Realm.

The martial saint's Qiankun marksmanship is indeed excellent, even with a ghostly body technique such as Yunlong Jiuyue, Chen Qingyang almost couldn't avoid it several times.

However, Chen Qingyang's Overlord Fist also brought a lot of trouble to the Martial Saint, once Chen Qingyang was close to him, his spear could not play a role at all, and he could only choose to explode and defend.

The two of them have been fighting back and forth for nearly a minute, and no one is willing to give in, it seems that the strength of the two is between the two of them, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner in a short time.

Chen Qingyang knew that if he couldn't win this battle, he wouldn't be able to ask Wu Zhan to make a move.

So he had to win!

Turning over the mountain and reciting the heart trick silently, the energy in Chen Qingyang's dantian instantly tumbled and became hot.

"Huh?"

Wu Zhan on the side suddenly noticed that the energy on Chen Qingyang's body had changed, and his brows subconsciously furrowed slightly.

The Martial Saint in the battle did not notice it, and the spear stabbed at Chen Qingyang as violently as always.

At this time, Chen Qingyang had secretly condensed the blazing energy in the dantian, and when he saw the Martial Saint attacking, he instantly urged, and the Overlord Fist, which exceeded eight times the strength, burst out blatantly.

"What?"

Feeling the horror of Chen Qingyang's punch, Wu Sheng's eyes widened suddenly, obviously a little incredulous.

At this time, it was too late for him to retreat to defend, so he could only desperately urge the energy to pour into the spear, trying to break Chen Qingyang's punch.

"Boom!"

The fist swept away with a devastating momentum, shattering the spear in the Martial Saint's hand inch by inch, and then the furious energy went forward, engulfing the Martial Saint's entire body.

"Bang!"

The body of the martial saint flew out like a kite with a broken string, and after landing on the ground, he staggered back more than a dozen steps before he could stabilize his body, his face was flushed in an instant, and the qi and blood in his body were tumbling.

After a punch, Chen Qingyang immediately turned the situation around and firmly gained the upper hand.

The sudden change, in addition to the pastoral song, Huang Ying and Wu Sheng both showed shocked expressions on their faces.

In their opinion, the strength of Chen Qingyang and Wu Sheng is almost between the best, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyang suddenly attacked, and blasted an extremely violent punch, directly shaking the martial saint back, completely crushing him in strength.

"The young master is even more powerful than I imagined, and he is worthy of being the boss's son." After being shocked, Huang Ying said with a smile.

After landing on the ground, the martial saint hurriedly suppressed the tumbling qi and blood in his body, although Chen Qingyang's punch did not seriously injure him, but it also completely disrupted the qi and blood in his body, I am afraid that it will not be able to calm down in a short time.

He looked up at Chen Qingyang not far away, his eyes full of complexity.

"Brother Qingyang, you are really strong." Martial Saint said after taking a deep breath.

"Each other, each other." Chen Qingyang said politely.

Although his face seemed calm, his heart was extremely shocked.

With his punch just now, an ordinary first-order martial artist of the Innate Realm would definitely not be able to block it, and even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

But the Martial Saint resisted his punch head-on, and it seemed that it was just the qi and blood in his body rolling, and he did not suffer a variety of injuries, and his physical strength seemed to be a little terrifying.

"But the winner is not yet decided." After speaking, the Martial Saint suddenly turned around and walked to the pile of weapons next to him, picked up a spear from it, turned around to face Chen Qingyang again, and said, "I haven't fully mastered this fourth form, I don't know if you can block it?" ”

After speaking, the momentum on the Martial Saint's body instantly climbed to the extreme, and the violent energy true dragon appeared again, becoming more and more substantial, surging with an ancient and vast aura.

However, it may be that the qi and blood in the Martial Saint's body are still chaotic, causing the momentum on his body to become stronger and weaker.

Chen Qingyang frowned slightly, and his intuition told him that the "fourth type" in the mouth of the martial saint was absolutely strong and terrifying, and if he didn't use the mountain seal, he might not be able to stop it.

Just as Chen Qingyang was about to give it a go, suddenly a figure stopped between the two.

"Don't compare, you've already lost." Wu Zhan's low and hoarse voice sounded slowly.