He had already fought with Ling Hao a few times, and Qing Lin knew that he was also a forging cultivator, so he looked at Ling Hao coldly, strode down, and along the way, he bombarded down with a punch with the momentum of thunder, and his figure was as fast as lightning, pressing step by step. "Brush!"

Qinglin was like a meteor catching the moon, forcing Ling Hao to approach, carrying the coercion on the road to the sky, Qinglindi's fist bloomed with blood and smashed into Ling Hao's chest. The originally calm punch had incomparable power, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and the image of the ground was a little blurred, and a terrifying power erupted where the punch passed. With a cold smile, Ling Hao raised his fist to meet him, and the Desperate Overlord Fist came out domineeringly, and a thick air of despair ran through the four directions. The two fists intersected, and there was a sonorous sound like metal.

Both of them are forging cultivators, and the strength of their physical bodies is extremely powerful, these two fists are naturally extremely powerful, condescending Qing Lin looked at Ling Hao indifferently, his right fist babbled downward, and a blood-red qi rushed straight away.

Feeling the power above Qinglin's fist, Ling Hao's fist danced continuously, and the dark golden light evolved around his body, like a god of war.

In a fast moment, the two of them punched each other five times, and then quickly separated, and Ling Hao, who was standing on the top of the steps, felt the soreness of Dao's arm slightly. Secretly surprised by the strength of Qinglin's terrain, you must know that now he is no longer the monk he was back then, with the help of the old Hades and the powerful Feng Mang of the Tongtian Realm, his strength can be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes, but now with the hard work of the flesh, he is still inferior to Qinglin as he was back then, how can such a result be acceptable to him.

Lightly stroking the dust on his body, Qinglin said calmly: "Yes, if you can take my five punches, your strength will improve very quickly." ”

Hearing Qing Lin's words like a comment, Ling Hao's face sank and he said coldly: "Oh, you really think you've eaten me!"

After saying that, his feet were like the wind, his footwork was exquisite, he seemed to be able to teleport, and every step he took disappeared out of thin air, and he came to Qinglin's body in three or two strokes.

The dark golden fist swung here, this time, his shot was not only the strength of the flesh, but also carried the supreme mana, the breath of the Desperate Overlord Fist rose to the sky, and the shadow of the fist waved in the sky, roaring like a rushing sea.

The desperate and domineering aura made Qinglin feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let me see how strong your Desperate Overlord Fist has become!" Qinglin's eyes lit up and he shouted.

The double-fist dance technique is almost Dao, and the killing spirit step under his feet is ruthless, his body is mysterious, his body is like a flowing cloud, every step has a terrifying power, and every time he steps down, Ling Hao has to dodge.

The Blood Sea Heavenly Court appeared in the fist, and each punch blasted out like the power of a world bombarding Ling Hao's arm. Such majestic power is extraordinary, and the terrifying aura makes people feel suffocated.

Tai Chi appeared in his hand, and the intersection of the two fists provoked a shock.

Looking at Ling Hao's Qinglin's shot, Yang Qingkong's face was cold, and just as he was about to make a move, he felt a creepy feeling, turned around slightly, and saw a crystal clear cyan phoenix feather arrow on the longbow, and the fatal crisis came from here.

Xi Menglong chuckled: "Let them come by themselves in this battle, so don't make a move, otherwise you can try to take one arrow after another." ”

Although Xi Menglong had a faint smile on his face, Yang Qingkong could still see a trace of coldness in his eyes, and the fatal crisis that brought her made him unguarded and didn't dare to make a move.

Seeing Yang Qingkong's appearance, Xi Menglong smiled slightly and said, "That's right!"

In the face of Qinglin's terrifying strength, the Desperate Overlord Fist in Ling Hao's hand waved again and again, the endless fist was extremely fierce, with a kick of his left foot, he slammed into Qinglindi's chest with a jump, the dark golden aura spread out, and the powerful aura permeated out, Ling Hao's face was gloomy, and the power of this blow wanted to penetrate Qinglin's chest.

Qing Lin's footsteps moved slightly, and his hands pushed forward, facing Ling Hao's Desperate Overlord Fist.

"Boom!"

The two powerful forces collided again, and the terrifying energy fluctuations shook all directions, and the blood-red power and the dark golden energy intertwined and collided with each other, and then shattered at the same time, like a large area of Ambilight was sprinkling.

Looking at Qinglin coldly, Ling Hao smiled disdainfully, his hands flashed, and he took out a spear, his hands danced, encircling it, and the cold light wings on the tip of the spear, dark golden energy and desperate aura were attached, like a divine weapon.

The spear bombarded and killed, as if flying from the outside world, crossing time and space, and an incomparable power erupted from the spear. "Boom"

Facing Ling Hao's incomparably powerful spear, Qing Lin still waved his fist and shot towards the spear, the combat power was like a wave, rolling the remnant clouds, and the dark golden light around him dispersed at once.

Each punch of his blood-red fist carried an incomparably terrifying aura, and the blood-colored sky slid through the air, and the sea of blood filled the sky, making the sky tremble constantly.

This powerful divine power, like the ocean surging, the sea of blood rushing endlessly and tyrannically, Tai Chi evolved in his hand, mercilessly blasting towards the spear in Ling Hao's hand.

"Get out!"

A roar erupted from Ling Hao's mouth, and an incomparable magic power erupted from the gun, and the dark golden energy rushed to the sky, and the spear came horizontally, and then Ling Hao's hands were sealed, and he bombarded seven seven forty-nine punches in a row, and the spear came in an instant, and the terrifying fist power followed, and the terrifying power faced Qinglin.

"I'm here to see you off. Ling Hao shouted.

Forty-nine fists came with a spear, this is a secret technique in the Desperate Overlord Fist, with the supreme divine weapon, it is extremely powerful. "If it were a Heavenly Realm Divine Soldier, I would still be afraid of one or two, but he can't!" Qing Lin was not frightened, his expression was indifferent, he drank lightly in his mouth, his hands swiped together, and the sea of blood was churning in the air. Behind him there was an ocean, the sea was completely blood-red, rolling up a thousand waves, this was the power of the sea of blood.

As he punched out, thousands of acres of blood rushed to the sky, the blood phoenix flew, and the blood dragon was in the sea, rising with Qinglin's punch, rushing forward.

This is an earth-shattering killing intent, with incredible attack power, the sea of blood ascends to the dragon, the dragon roars around the nine heavens, and the phoenix feathers fall into the red dust. The terrifying power was destroyed all the way! Ling Hao's spear was directly shattered by the blood-colored fist, and as for the forty-nine fists that followed, in Qing Lin's opinion, it was even more vulnerable, and the big hand was under negative pressure, and it was directly crushed into powder.

As soon as the killing god stepped forward, he rushed over at once, and the sea of blood rose to the dragon, leaping into the sky, rolling the wind and clouds, like a god and demon coming to the world!

"Poof"

Qing Lin punched out, Ling Hao retreated again and again, the terrifying power made his arm numb, and he vomited blood directly.

Being broken by Qinglin, Ling Hao's anger surged, and now after crazy cultivation, he was still so unbearable, his eyes were extremely sharp, he jumped high, and pulled back a leg with all his strength, colliding directly with Qinglin's fist.

"Bang"

The sky burst into brilliant light. The two separated.

"God Destroyer - Soul Slashing!"

Qinglin's movements were too fast, and the blood lance was volleyed in the air, and it was cut down directly, and the space seemed to be cut apart by it.

"Desperate Overlord Fist!"

Ling Hao drank heavily, his black hair stood up like a waterfall flowing backwards, the fierce light in his eyes was as pressing as a sharp sword, and his right fist smashed out with golden light.

The two terrifying forces slammed together again, and the loud sound was like an earthquake.

After the blow, the terrifying power separated the two, Ling Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qing Lin coldly.

Qinglin on the side looked at Ling Hao calmly.

"You won't be my opponent!" Qinglin's words were calm, without a trace of fluctuation, as if he was stating a fact.

"No score, no need to say more!"