Back then in Baidi City, Bie Yanghong instilled all her experience in fighting the Angel of Light into Chen Changsheng's mind through the unique knowledge of Yidianhong in Xiling Wanshou Pavilion, which contained the essence of the boxing techniques he used in the last few years of his life.
Bian Yang Hong had no habit of punching before.
During the battle of Tianshu Mausoleum, he saw with his own eyes the Heaven-shattering aura of the Holy Empress of Tianhai's fists, and after some insights, he created this set of boxing techniques.
This does not mean that he submits to the Holy Empress Tianhai, this attitude of learning from the strong represents true fearlessness.
Fearless fists possess unimaginably powerful power.
When Chen Changsheng swung his fist, the air in a radius of hundreds of feet was stirred up, creating a hurricane.
The forest fell neatly toward his back, expressing his awe.
Shang Xingzhou also failed to avoid this fearless fist.
But he caught the punch.
There was a loud bang, and grass clippings, water droplets, and mud were flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
The woods slowly straightened up, and the wind gradually disappeared.
Crushed by the terrifying force, the originally soft ground sank neatly and became countless times harder.
Chen Changsheng's fist was on his palm, and he couldn't get in any further.
If Zangfeng's scabbard was still by his side at this time, he could think of more than a dozen ways to launch the most severe attack on Shang Xingzhou.
Now he doesn't even have a sword.
Fortunately, this does not mean that he cannot draw a sword.
The temperature at the edge of the grassland suddenly rose sharply, and the aquatic plants nearby even turned brown.
Chen Changsheng used the most powerful and decisive burning sword.
The true energy in his body began to burn violently, and through the right arm that turned into a sword, it spewed towards Shang Xingzhou endlessly.
Shang Xingzhou's expression didn't change at all, he was still so indifferent.
He is like a towering mountain, with an unshakable feeling.
An extremely vigorous force emerged from his palm.
Chen Changsheng's fist couldn't penetrate an inch.
That majestic power is a bit special, it doesn't look like it is formed by the condensed starlight, but it is more violent, as if it has real heat.
Judging from the signs that appeared, it was more like Chen Changsheng mobilized his true energy with the burning sword.
Chen Changsheng vaguely guessed a certain possibility, and was very shocked.
But he didn't have time to think, because Shang Xingzhou's counterattack arrived.
Just like at the top of Muyu Peak.
Shang Xingzhou's right hand seemed to fall randomly, like a fallen leaf falling into the wind, unable to catch the trajectory at all.
Chen Changsheng still couldn't avoid it.
Shang Xingzhou's right hand landed on his chest, it was very gentle, but contained a power comparable to heaven and earth.
Two deep furrows appeared in the hard, newly sunken ground.
Chen Changsheng backed up to the edge of the furrow, his calf hit the ground, and he flew up.
He was like a stone thrown by a wrestler, and with the sound of howling and piercing through the air, he turned into a small black spot in the sky.
Shang Xingzhou's gaze moved accordingly, falling several miles away.
For some reason, he was not happy, nor was he as indifferent as before, but frowned.
A breeze came suddenly, and Taoist sleeves fluttered slightly. He turned into a cloud of green smoke and rushed over there.
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A few miles away, Chen Changsheng fell into the water with his face down, looking like a dead body.
Suddenly, he stood up and ran towards the front without turning his head to look at it.
He was as fast as a galloping horse, bringing out splashes all the way, but his right arm was vaguely stiff, as if he had been injured.
It was impossible for anyone to take Shang Xingzhou's two palms hard, even if he had to suppress his own realm in Zhou Garden.
Chen Changsheng was still alive, and he was still able to run. Apart from his physical strength, more importantly, Shang Xingzhou's two palms were not completely firm.
At the last moment when Shang Xingzhou dropped his palms twice, he raised his arms sideways and blocked them in front of his chest.
If you don't have a sword, you still have to use a sword.
Before he used the Burning Sword, he had already used the Stupid Sword.
The best sword guard in the world.
And he couldn't avoid Shang Xingzhou's leaf-like palm, but he could choose where to be attacked.
He can also choose how to unload after being attacked.
He even used a yaja step in the air.
So he knew he was going to land there.
This is already the grassland where the sun never sets, and it is exactly where he wants to come.
After confirming that he couldn't get rid of Shang Xingzhou with Yezhibu, he began to prepare for the next thing.
Now it seems he succeeded.
The increasingly dense hissing and grinding sounds in the grassland seemed to be celebrating him.
In fact, it was the monster beasts such as Yijiao who smelled his breath and came to welcome him.
The monsters soon sensed the existence of Shang Xingzhou.
Despite the fear, the monsters still rushed over bravely.
More than a dozen different jiao jiao kept swimming among the aquatic plants, erasing the traces left by Chen Changsheng.
More strange dragons quietly sneaked towards Shang Xingzhou several miles away with a foul smell.
Some black spots appeared in the sky in the distance, it should be that the gray vulture is coming.
I believe that after a while, the tide of monsters will flood this grassland.
But this was not Chen Changsheng's original intention.
He risked being discovered by Shang Xingzhou, and shouted: "Stand back!"
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Shang Xingzhou was standing on a lonely reed, going up and down gently with the wind.
He listened to the slight sound coming from the water, sensed the aura hidden in the grassland, raised his eyebrows and said, "You beast, you want to die."
At this moment, a voice exploded like thunder, spreading 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 dared to disobey Chen Changsheng's order.
Because he is the master of Zhou Garden, and because he saved the world.
The obedience of monsters to him comes from the soul and nature.
After hearing his order, even the most ferocious wind wolf retreated silently.
In front of Zhou Ling, the huge healthy beast and the tumultuous beast looked at each other, and then lowered their bodies again.
The grassland returned to silence, only the chirping of insects and the soft sound of water could be heard.
Chen Changsheng's feet landed on the ground.
The white grass is the way, the frost color is the same as before, and the ruined temple is still in the original place.
He ran into the old temple and sat down behind the statue.
His breathing was a little heavy, and his face became even paler.
He took the gold needles from his fingers and pierced the two air holes in his neck, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.
Shang Xingzhou, who suppressed his realm, was not the strongest opponent he had ever encountered in his life, but it gave him the greatest pressure.
Whether he met Zhu Luo in Xunyang City or the Demon Lord in Hanshan, he was not as unbearable as today.
From the top of Muyu Peak to this ruined temple, it didn't take long. There were only two rounds of fighting, and he was exhausted to the extreme.
This is probably the psychological pressure that students must bear to challenge their teachers.
It's just that I don't know how long he can last, and I don't know where he is going to last.
Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Shang Xingzhou arrived outside the temple.