In Baidi City, Bianyanghong instilled all his experience in fighting with the Holy Light Angel through the unique skills of the Wanshou Pavilion in Xiling into Chen Changsheng's mind, which contained the essence of boxing that he used in the last few years of his lifetime.

I used to be different from the habit of using fists.

During the Battle of Tianshuling, he saw with his own eyes that the fist of the Saint Queen of Tianhai had a momentum that broke the sky and destroyed the earth. He had some insights and created this set of boxing techniques.

This does not mean that he expressed surrender to the Saint Queen of the Tianhai. This attitude of learning from the strong represents true fearlessness.

The fearless fist has unimaginable powerful power.

When Chen Changsheng swung his fist, the air in the hundreds of feet was driven, and a hurricane occurred.

The woods fell neatly towards his back, showing his awe.

Shang Xingzhou was unable to avoid this fearless fist.

But he caught the fist.

There was a loud bang, grass clippings, water droplets and mud flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

The woods slowly returned straight, and the strong wind gradually disappeared.

Crushed by terrifying forces, the originally soft ground sank neatly and becomes countless times harder.

Chen Changsheng's fist was pressed against his palm and could no longer enter.

If the Tibetan sword scabbard is still by his side at this time, he can come up with more than a dozen ways to launch the most fierce attack on Shang Xingzhou.

Now he doesn't even have a sword.

Fortunately, this does not mean that he cannot draw his sword.

The temperature at the edge of the grassland suddenly rose sharply, and the nearby aquatic plants even turned yellow.

Chen Changsheng used the most powerful and most resolute sword burning.

The true energy in his body began to burn violently, and through his right arm that turned into a sword body, it gushed towards Shang Xingzhou continuously.

Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change at all, and he was still so indifferent.

He is like a towering mountain, with an unshakable feeling.

An extremely powerful force emerged from his palm.

Chen Changsheng's fist could not reach another inch.

The powerful power was a bit special, not like the condensed starlight, but seemed to appear more violent, as if it had real heat.

Judging from the signs of appearance, it is more like the true energy mobilized by Chen Changsheng with his sword.

Chen Changsheng vaguely guessed some possibility and was shocked.

But he didn't have time to think because Shang Xingzhou's counterattack had come.

Just like at the top of Muyu Peak.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand seemed to fall down randomly, like falling leaves entering the wind, and he could not catch the trajectory at all.

Chen Changsheng still couldn't avoid it.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand fell on his chest, very gentle, but it contained power comparable to heaven and earth.

It was hard, and there were two deep furrows on the ground that had just fallen.

Chen Changsheng retreated to the edge of the furrow, his calf hit the ground, and he flew up.

He was like a stone thrown by a strongman, and with the sound of howling through the sky, he turned into a small black dot in the sky.

Shang Xingzhou's vision moved with it, falling several miles away.

For some reason, he was not happy, nor was he as indifferent as before, but frowned.

The breeze suddenly arrived, and the Taoist sleeves floated slightly, and he turned into a ray of blue smoke and rushed towards the other side.

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Several miles away, Chen Changsheng fell into the water, face down, looking like a dead body.

Suddenly, he turned over and ran towards the front without turning his head to look.

He was as fast as a galloping horse, and he brought out all the water, but he could vaguely see his right arm being stiff, as if he was injured.

No one can take Shang Xingzhou's two palms, even in Zhouyuan, he must suppress his own realm.

Chen Changsheng can still live and run. In addition to physical strength, more importantly, Shang Xingzhou's two palms did not fully strike.

At the last moment when Shang Xingzhou fell his palm twice, he raised his arms and blocked his chest.

Without a sword, you still have to use a sword.

Before he used the fire sword, he had already used the stupid sword.

The world's number one sword guarding.

Moreover, he could not avoid Shang Xingzhou's palm technique like falling leaves, but he could choose the position to be attacked.

He also has the option of how to remove force after being attacked.

He even used the Yashi Step in the air.

So he knew he would fall there.

This place is already the grassland that never sets in the sun, and it is exactly where he wants to come.

After confirming that he could not use the Yashishi step to get rid of the Shangzhou boat, he began to prepare for the next thing.

Now it seems that he has succeeded.

The increasingly dense roars and friction sounds in the grassland seemed to be celebrating him.

In fact, it was the monsters such as the alien dragon who smelled his breath and came to welcome him.

The monsters quickly sensed the existence of Shang Xingzhou.

In addition to fear, the monsters still rushed over bravely.

More than a dozen strange dragons kept swimming among the water plants, erasing the traces left by Chen Changsheng.

More strange dragons, with a rotten aura, quietly sneaked towards the Shangxing boat several miles away.

Some black dots appeared in the distant sky, and it was probably the gray eagle that was rushing toward it.

I believe that in a while, the monsters like a tide will flood this grassland.

But this is not Chen Changsheng's original intention.

He risked the discovery of Shang Xingzhou and shouted: "Get back!"

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Shang Xingzhou was standing on a lonely reed, gently up and down with the wind.

He listened to the faint sound coming from the water, sensed the breath hidden in the grassland, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid of death."

At this moment, a sound exploded like thunder and spread throughout the grassland.

That was Chen Changsheng's voice.

Shang Xingzhou's raised eyebrows gradually fell.

He was a little surprised.

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No monster dares to disobey Chen Changsheng's orders.

Because he is the master of Zhou Yuan, and even more so because he saved the world.

The obedience of the monster to him comes from the soul and nature.

After hearing his orders, even the most ferocious and untamed wind wolf retreated quietly.

In front of Zhouling, the huge beast looked at each other with the Daoshanyao and lowered its body again.

The grassland returned to silence, and only the chirping of insects and the gentle sound of water could be heard.

Chen Changsheng's feet fell on the ground.

The white grass is the Tao, the frost color is as color as before, and the dilapidated temple is still in its original place.

He ran into the old temple, came to the statue and sat down.

His breathing was a little heavy and his face turned paler.

He took the golden needle from his fingers and stabbed it into the two qi orifices in his neck, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Shang Xingzhou, who suppressed the realm, was not the strongest opponent he had ever encountered in his life, but the pressure he put was the greatest.

Whether he met Zhu Luo in Xunyang City or the Demon Lord in Hanshan, he was not as unbearable as he is today.

It didn't take long to go from the top of Muyu Peak to this dilapidated temple, and he had only two rounds of battle, so he was extremely tired.

This is probably the psychological pressure that students must bear when challenging their teachers.

I just don’t know how long he can last, nor do I know where he is going to stay.

Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!