Zhan Yang and Yu Yang moaned like toothache, and Zhan Yang's expression changed and said, "I haven't fought for more than ten years. I didn't expect that the boss of Shenyang has mastered such a terrible trick." "We can no longer compete with him. Damn, when Fang Qingjie fought with us, he didn't even use 70% of his strength." Seeing Fang Qingjie's unreserved strength, Yu Yang and Zhan Yang were very angry, but have they used all their strength?

Fang Qingjie roared wildly: "Okay." Both fists were also blown out in a series, but with each punch, Fang Qingjie's face turned pale and he took a step back. One punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, and ten punches. At this time, Fang Qingjie's face was already very pale. Twenty punches, Fang Qingjie could no longer control his injuries, and vomited blood. Fifth punch, Fang Qingjie sprayed two mouthfuls of blood again. Finally, there were twenty-eight punches. Shenyang stopped and flew backwards.

Seeing Shenyang showing his might, he beat Fang Qingjie backwards and vomiting blood three times, the audience naturally burst into cheers and cheers, which made the entire ring even more aroused.

Fang Qingjie used his hand to wipe the blood stains from his lips and said, "It's so strong. I didn't expect you to have mastered such a powerful boxing technique." "Although this move is strong, isn't you still unable to deal with you? I thought you couldn't take my move, but I didn't expect the price you paid was only three mouthfuls of blood, and my trick was not as useful as I thought." "That was when you met me, if someone else was replaced, you could try it. It would be great if someone could take you ten punches. Even if it was Zhan Yang, with an absolute guardian shield, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to take your move."

Among the spectators, the strongest ones had already changed their faces. They were obviously scared by Shenyang's move, but the weakest ones were not clear at all. So, it was really incredible that Fang Qingjie, who was so powerful that he was so powerful that he was confused.

Therefore, some people said with great regret: "It's such a pity. If the Holy Son of Shenyang uses ten more punches, he will definitely defeat Fang Qingjie." This is true because Fang Qingjie had already vomited three mouthfuls of blood after taking twenty-seven punches. If he takes ten or eight punches, he will definitely be injured more severely. At that time, he will naturally be defeated. However, someone next to him scolded: "Ignorance doesn't need to speak, so that people won't make people laugh."

Someone who is curious may ask why, and some who is powerful explained: "The chain mentioned in the move of Shenyang Holy Son is not just a chain of boxing moves, but a chain of internal force of boxing." "The chain of internal force of boxing?" "Yes, it is like the waves of the sea. You have seen it. Shenyang Holy Son contains multiple punches in one punch. This multiple punches surge towards the enemy like waves of the sea. If the enemy cannot use multiple punches to connect, he will not be able to handle such a punch containing multiple punches at all."

Someone who is unknown asked again: "Is it difficult to cultivate this multiple punch force?" "You try it. If you can include two punches in one punch, it is already very powerful. In fact, most people have not cultivated multiple punch force. There are not many such as the Holy Son of Shenyang, which have at least more than seventh level of fist power, among us, in our Divine Light Clan." A master explained to him.

"Hmph." Someone snorted coldly not far away, "Seventh level? How can a mere seventh level of multiple punches be able to do Fang Qingjie? It's really joking. The punches contained in the punches of the Holy Son of Shenyang are as many as nine levels. If there is only seventh level of punches, then there is no way to use Fang Qingjie. This multi- punching force is very popular among the Yanhuang clan. Most of them can produce multiple punches of four to five levels, and some masters can even produce seven levels of punches. A genius like Fang Qingjie can definitely produce multiple punches of seven to eight levels. If the Holy Son of Shenyang practiced the multiple punches to the ninth level, it would be impossible for Fang Qingjie to be injured."

A master explained again: "Multiple punches are very powerful. The nine-fold punches are equivalent to the sum of the nine-fold punches in one punch. Although they are not shot at one time, they are shot in the shortest time. This is naturally a big advantage in the counter moves. Therefore, those who cultivate multiple punches cannot cultivate multiple punches will definitely be an overwhelming victory. Because the multiple punches are too strong."

At this time, another master added: "Of course, everything comes at a price. Although the power of multiple punches is extremely powerful, it is the most consumed by the soul. Generally, people cannot cultivate multiple punches. Even if they can cultivate, they will still shoot one or two punches in a row. Therefore, it is not that the Saint Son of Shenyang does not want to shoot more punches, but because the Saint Son of Shenyang is only at this level and can no longer produce more punches. However, I can understand that the Saint Son of Shenyang is so powerful, but this Fang Qingjie is younger than the Saint Son of Shenyang and his cultivation is not as high as the Saint Son of Shenyang, but the cultivation level of the Saint Son of Shenyang seems to be above the Saint Son of Shenyang, which is really terrifying."

On the ring, Shenyang smiled and said, "I have just been practicing these nine-fold punches for a while, so I haven't tried them yet. However, it's ineffective to use them for the first time. It really hurts my self-esteem." Fang Qingjie smiled bitterly in his heart. If it were someone else, he would definitely be defeated by Shenyang's move. However, it's a pity that Shenyang met him, a master who has mastered the superposition of eight-fold punches. Although it is not as good as Shenyang's superposition of nine-fold punches, he can block it. At most, he only suffers a little injury. In addition, his soul cultivation is even better than Shenyang, so the twenty-eight punches that block Shenyang are not very harmful to him.

"You have to fight back. People from the Divine Light Clan should not underestimate our Yanhuang Clan." Fang Qingjie planned this way, so the words he said had a little smell of gunpowder: "Is that so? Why do I feel you brag about yourself? There is a third move? Let me see what amazing things about your third move." "You are already injured..." "Nonsense, if you don't take action, I will take action." "Okay, I want to see your trick."

Fang Qingjie exhaled and said, "You can also take my move." As soon as he finished speaking, the man immediately rushed forward, fists, fingers, palms, elbows, shoulders, legs, knees and other parts of the body were added to the attacks. However, the fist came out like lightning, pointed out like wind, palms like clouds, and elbows like thunder, each move was extremely fatal.

Shenyang's fists burst out and tried hard to resist, but Fang Qingjie's move was not like two hands, but like a person with six hands, and could attack the whole body. Therefore, although it was one move, it attacked hundreds of hits in a short moment. After these hundreds of hits, Shenyang's fists were hard to resist. Fortunately, his fists were fast, and he could only block and retreat, and finally blocked Fang Qingjie's move.

However, Shenyang was not intact. There were countless traces on his hands, including sword marks. Among them, blood beads were smeared on his right chest and left neck, which was enough to prove that Fang Qingjie almost took Shenyang's life. Fang Qingjie's move was really not simple.

Shenyang waved his hands and said with a wry smile: "What a Lieutenant Fang who is full of swords. This move really opened my eyes." "This is nothing, it's just a work of ** and nothing special. But you are so great that you can block all my out of nothing before you meet an opponent like me."

Fang Qingjie's move just now was called boxing, but it was also a sword technique, because he condensed the sword energy in his body, exposed from his fingers, palms, elbows, etc., and turned into a qualitative and invisible Qi sword. Although this qualitative sword is only transformed by sword energy, invisible and qualitative, it also has the effect of injuring someone and dying. The power is definitely not a joke. Fang Qingjie's use of boxing can cover his qi sword in his body. Who would have thought that if he got empty-handed, he was covered with swords all over his body?

Shenyang's cultivation is absolutely powerful, and the holy light that protects the body is very strong. In addition to having advanced skills, the defense of ** is also very powerful. Therefore, although Fang Qingjie's Qi Sword is strong, it only hurts Shenyang without death. In some relatively powerful parts, such as hands, it only makes Shenyang feel pain, but it is not even qualified to hurt Shenyang. In other words, a master like Shenyang encounters this move. If it is Zhan Yang and Yuyang, Fang Qingjie may have several blood holes on his body.

Shenyang said, "I attacked you two moves, but you just returned me one move. Why don't you continue to make moves?" "I can only fight with empty hands like this. I can't beat you at all. If I want to win you, I still have three points to use the sword. However, now we are fighting with empty hands, so it's not interesting to me to make another move. What about you? Are there any other moves that can defeat me? Use it."

Shenyang took a deep breath and said, "I have one last move, are you sure you want to take it?" "Of course." "Okay, take my last move, Lieguang Jue Killing Fist." Shenyang shouted angrily and then made a move.

Shenyang took three steps in front of him and his right fist was blown out. The next moment, a dazzling light flashed by, and all the people watching the game were blinded by the dazzling light flash. By the time they adapted, the battle on the ring was over, but neither of them was complete.

Fang Qingjie flew back hundreds of meters away, holding his lower abdomen with both hands, his face pale. At the same time, there were two pools of blood in front of him, which was obviously just vomited. Shenyang was not as good as that. Shenyang's left arm bone was broken into three pieces, and the entire left arm was soft and drooping, but a small hole was penetrated in his chest, and the blood was seeping out of the hole. After the blow, both of them were seriously injured.

Fang Qingjie supported the ground with his right hand, preventing himself from falling to the ground, and gritting his teeth. Then he finally stood up. However, from squatting down to standing on his body, it took such a short few seconds. It was such a simple move, but the intestines in his lower abdomen were as if they had been tied up, and then they were hurting as if they were pulled hard. His lower abdomen was hit by Shenyang's heavy hand, which was a heavy punch containing the power of nine punches, which was like hitting nine punches in a row. If it weren't for his good physical fitness and the body of a great witch, Shenyang's punch would be enough to blow him up.
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