"Three Realms?!" Gu Qingfeng was stunned.

"But you weren't in the Three Realms when you fought me under the Holy Xuan Peak?" The Rakshasa Miko frowned slightly, revealing a look of disbelief.

"You broke through, and I just happened to break through, that's all." Chen Qingshan replied.

"It's a bit too coincidental."

"But I've really broken through to the Three Realms, haven't I?" Chen Qingshan's cultivation spread, and even the aura on his body was even thicker than that of the Rakshasa Divine Son, Chen Qingshan knew that this was because of the opening of the dantian world.

After opening this realm, Chen Qingshan's cultivation was already very different from that of ordinary monks, and the further he went, the bigger the gap became.

"I originally thought that the exercises I practiced were already very good, but it seems that your path is no less than my Rakshasa skills." The shadow of the Rakshasa behind him moved, and there was a look of extremely discordant compassion on his face.

Rakshasa is an evil god, how can he be merciful?

The top pair of arms were retracted and slowly folded, and the remaining six arms hung down, protecting the Rakshasa Divine Son.

"What, scared?" Chen Qingshan knocked his sword.

"If you're afraid, you won't appear in this Saint Xuan Peak." The Rakshasa Divine Son replied, and the Rakshasa Shadow behind him stretched his body, the eight weapons in his hands transformed, his mouth suddenly opened, and his compassion turned into hideous.

Facing the god-like Rakshasa shadow, Chen Qingshan volleyed into the void and directly collided with it: "In this way, let's have a good fight!" ”

The blood-stained shoulder spewed out flames, a dragon-shaped, with candlelight flames, crashed into the shadow of the Rakshasa Clan, and Chen Qingshan took advantage of the situation and pushed the Rakshasa Divine Son into the bronze hall.

"Boom!"

The door of the bronze hall was automatically closed.

"That way, no one will bother us." Chen Qingshan whispered.

The originally dim bronze hall was as bright as day at this time.

Around the body of the Netherworld Divine Son, thousands of Netherworld Lamps transformed, each wick swallowed the color of faint green, the flames rolled upside down, fell on Chen Qingshan's sword, and danced out of a flame vortex, among which the flame red lotus transformed, which was also a thousand lights.

Thousands of ghost lamps and thousands of red lotuses are distinct, dividing the entire bronze hall into two worlds.

Crimson and dark green, like soldiers on both sides of the battle, leaning against each other, each not giving in.

"My Rakshasa Gong has been pushed to the second level, and I can borrow more power from the ancient gods of Rakshasa Gong, so these thousand ghost lamps are all real." Rakshasa Shenzi took the initiative to say, last time under the Holy Xuan Peak, he transformed ten thousand nether lights, of which only one hundred were real, but I don't know what kind of method Chen Jiangnan used to recognize and smash the hundred lights as the foundation.

Under carelessness, he received Chen Jiangnan's punch and was seen by everyone, and the Rakshasa Divine Son has always regarded this punch as a shameful thing.

"I know." Chen Qingshan nodded, within his divine sense, he had already judged the truth of the thousand ghost lamps.

Regarding Chen Qingshan's calmness, the Rakshasa Divine Son was silent for a while: "But I didn't expect that you actually summoned a thousand red lotus lamps, and I was able to summon these thousand nether lamps because of the power of the ancient gods of Rakshasa . ”

"But I know that there are no ancient gods behind you, and I am surprised that you can summon a thousand red lotuses beyond your cultivation."

Chen Qingshan spread his hands, in fact, he only mobilized a small part of the power of Candlelight: "Everyone has such a thing as hole cards, such as other gods and goddesses in this Chaos God Sect, such as the little Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and then you and me." ”

Although Tiandikuan never said it, Chen Qingshan knew that since Tiandikuan woke up, he had restricted the candlelight, and even Chen Qingshan, the master, could not fully mobilize the power of the candlelight, and every time he used it, it could only be a small part.

This authority will be slowly released due to the growth of Chen Qingshan's cultivation, and when Chen Qingshan truly reaches the Eight Realms, or the Immortal Immortal Realm, he will be able to truly master this candlelight bead.

At that time, the candlelight turned into a real sun.

When the time comes, you don't need to draw your sword at all, just shout "I am the sun!" Then just smash it with a candle.

There should be no one in the world who can stop it.

The two of them did not move, but they were already fighting, the momentum was like the sea, the invisible waves surged, and a red lotus collided with the ghost lamp, and then disappeared.

Chen Qingshan and the Rakshasa Divine Son also collided together, and the eight-armed Rakshasa Shadow was like a god, taking advantage of the suspension in the air, he smashed down on Chen Qingshan's head, and the eight arms and all the weapons fell, with the momentum of the gods beating the drums.

Chen Qingshan raised his sword and flew up, just like a sword immortal in the dust, the sword shadow changed into two, and two changed into four, becoming a heavenly sword formation, colliding with the eight-armed godman.

In the air, he punched the Rakshasa Miko.

This punch pulled the wound on Chen Qingshan's shoulder, and a few drops of blood flew out, swimming past Chen Qingshan's face, burning into sparks.

"Your sword is good, but your fist is not as good as mine." The Rakshasa Miko whispered, his fists crawling with black veins, reminiscent of the evil gods enshrined in the shrine.

A punch smashed, like a black dragon, the place where this punch went was Chen Qingshan's eyes, obviously the Rakshasa Divine Son was angry about Chen Qingshan's punch.

The Rakshasa Divine Son doesn't like scheming, his pair of fists is his way, swinging a million punches, killing people when encountering people, killing demons when encountering demons, and the mountains and seas can also be smashed.

Just this punch fell and seemed to be able to smash Chen Qingshan's head out of a hole.

The sword array dissipated, turning into a little blue mang, the eight-armed Rakshasa shadow, the eight weapons fell, disappeared in the air, the eight arms were all palmed, and in the palm was the sword body wide from heaven and earth.

"Drink!"

The sword qi in the dantian world gushed out, and when the sword qi and sword qi rolled, the flesh and blood on the eight arms were slowly peeled off, and even the golden face covered by the Rakshasa was also cut off.

The eight-armed Rakshasa shadow began to decompose, without sorrow or joy, and the god's body began to collapse inch by inch.

The Rakshasa shadow was shattered, in exchange for Chen Qingshan's inability to use a sword.

"I'm curious, if you can't use a sword, how much strength do you have left?" The Rakshasa Divine Son smirked, and the fist arrived.

With the wide rank of heaven and earth, Chen Qingshan could have directly slashed the Rakshasa God, and took advantage of the situation to split the Rakshasa God Son in half, and the price was Chen Shou's punch.

After receiving this punch, Chen Qingshan will not die, and if he splits into this sword, the Rakshasa Divine Son will die so much that he can no longer die.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to kill you." Chen Qingshan ignored the anger in the eyes of the Rakshasa Divine Son and sighed.

The Rakshasa Divine Son's fist power increased by three points, and the energy set off scattered Chen Qingshan's hair, and the hair stranded back.

"What, don't you believe me?" Chen Qingshan decisively abandoned his sword, laughed, and then punched.

It was the whiteness when the sea of knowledge collapsed, and the punch that was realized between life and death.

Quiet.

Fist to fist.

A bland punch made contact with the fist of the Rakshasa Miko, and a circular shockwave spread between the two.

Upon contact with the eight-armed rakshasa, the shadow of the rakshasa shatters.

"Ding!"

Like ice cubes falling to the ground, the heavens and the earth are wide and straight into the floor of the bronze hall.

The Rakshasa Divine Son only felt that his eyes were white, and there was a great terror in his body, and a sense of death struck, sealing all the senses of the Rakshasa Divine Son.

After death, he can't feel anything, this is silence, and it is also the reason why Chen Qingshan called it "silence" after realizing this punch.

Rakshasa Miko only felt that he was being pulled into a white world, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, and slowly he could not breathe.

Still, this feeling didn't last long, and in a trance, the Rakshasa Divine Son was pulled back to reality.

He even forgot about the battle with Chen Qingshan, like a drowning man who had just come ashore, instinctively breathing heavily.

"Whew!"

Like the sound of tugging on bellows, the chest of the Rakshasa Miko rose and fell.

"How about my punch?" Chen Qingshan's voice sounded, and the width of heaven and earth had already reached the neck of the Rakshasa Divine Son.

Looking at Chen Qingshan, the eyes of the Rakshasa Divine Son dimmed: "It's terrifying, your fist is not weaker than your sword." ”

"I lost." The ghost lamp disappeared, the red lotus gathered, behind Chen Qingshan, condensed into a larger red lotus, the red lotus slowly stretched its petals, and the red glow filled the entire bronze hall.

Chen Qingshan collected his sword.

"There is no such boxing method in this world." The Rakshasa Divine Son whispered, with his identity, he had read most of the boxing books in the world, but he had not read them, and he could recognize the few boxing books that had been shelved by the major holy mountain Dao.

But in the world's boxing spectrum, there is no Chen Qingshan's punch.

"Of course not, because this punch was realized by myself." Chen Qingshan replied, his face a little pale.

"Do you know that your current appearance is a little underwhelming." The Rakshasa Divine Son lost, but instead smiled.

Chen Qingshan glanced at the Rakshasa Divine Son, pulled it up from the ground, patted the Rakshasa Divine Son's shoulder, and looked like a master: "What do you say, you want to learn?" ”

"Is that okay?" The Rakshasa Divine Son was slightly stunned and subconsciously replied.

"I'll teach you."

The four characters fell, like stones smashed like the heart lake of the Rakshasa Divine Son.

The Rakshasa Divine Son used his fists, naturally he loved fists, and his heart immediately boiled, and his face was a little excited: "Really? ”

The red lotus fire shattered, turned into a flood of flames, and ascended to the main hall.

Chen Qingshan patted the Rakshasa Divine Son on the shoulder again, walked straight towards the temple door, opened the temple door and the white light shone in, shining on Chen Qingshan's body, pulling out a long figure, when Chen Qingshan opened his hands, the shadow became a cross.

The rain fell on Chen Qingshan's face, slightly bright, Chen Qingshan's body felt scorching due to the surging of qi and blood, and after sensing this coolness, he almost moaned comfortably.

Chen Qingshan turned his back to the Rakshasa Divine Son with a smile on his face.

"Natural ......"

The Rakshasa Miko clenched his fists with excitement on his face.

"Nature...... It's fake. Chen Qingshan showed an unclear smile, more or less cheap.

The Rakshasa Divine Son was stunned, he didn't expect that this Jiangnan was actually such a person, and he suppressed the urge to smash him to death in the past.

"It's not that I don't want to teach, but this boxing, feeling between life and death, such an opportunity can be met but not sought, I can't teach you." Chen Qingshan felt the disappointment of the Rakshasa Divine Son, folded his arms, and said sincerely.

The Rakshasa Divine Son knows that there are some things in this world that need fate if you want to obtain them, and without fate, it is useless to force them.

For example, Chen Jiangnan's punch, such as the back mountain of the Chaos God Sect, the inheritance of the ancient gods of Suying.

"Does this punch have a name?" The Rakshasa Divine Son was no longer entangled, and changed the question.

"There is nature, it is called silence, the silence of silence." Chen Qingshan whispered.

"Silence, a punch silence, a very apt name." The Rakshasa Miko chewed on the name of the punch and then praised.