Facing the offensive of the young man in purple, Chen Qingyuan concentrated on dealing with it.
The punches are delivered quickly and are accompanied by explosive thunder.
The fist has no shadow and cannot be caught by the naked eye.
The attack is fierce, and every punch contains the power to split the ground and split mountains. If you don't use Taoist skills to resist, and your body can withstand the blow, you will probably suffer heavy losses.
The battle became more and more intense, and the punches of the young man in purple became more powerful.
The body-protecting Taoism condensed by Chen Qingyuan was still broken after all, and there was no time to reshape it.
"boom!"
The punch was extremely fast and landed on Chen Qingyuan's chest, knocking him back a hundred steps and causing his chest to collapse slightly.
Chen Qingyuan groaned and his expression changed slightly.
He not only had to catch the fist of the young man in purple, but also blocked the attack of the Full Moon Scimitar. A slight distraction gave the young man in purple an opportunity and was slightly at a disadvantage.
However, this is not all Chen Qingyuan's strength.
This battle has just begun, and both sides are still showing their true skills.
"clang!"
The Full Moon Scimitar attacked from the left, but was deflected away by Chen Qingyuan's sword.
At the same moment, the young man in purple came from the right, and the wind of his fist was like the sound of thunder, tearing up the battlefield space, and the powerful force caused the ground under his feet to shatter, like a dense spider web.
The rules of Tianshu Tower are very strange. The broken corners were quickly repaired as if nothing had happened.
"Boom!"
When the punch came, the young man in purple didn't hit Chen Qingyuan's body, but a three-foot green blade.
"Zheng——"
The Yulan Sword came out from the Sumeru Ring and was controlled by Chen Qingyuan's thoughts, blocking the power of the fist.
Then, Chen Qingyuan controlled two swords, the Yulan Sword and the Full Moon Scimitar, while he held the Bai Jue Sword tightly and started fighting with the young man in purple.
"Wow——"
After dozens of moves, Chen Qingyuan found an opportunity. The sword light flashed, leaving a long sword mark on the purple-clothed young man's body, which made his clothes torn and looked slightly embarrassed.
Slowly, Chen Qingyuan gained the upper hand, forcing the young man in purple to keep retreating.
With supreme foundation, his combat power far exceeds that of monks of the same realm.
However, Chen Qingyuan has never reached the limit of the divine transformation stage, so he has never been able to break through that barrier.
This time when you step into Tianshu Tower, you cannot leave without climbing to the top and breaking through.
"Buzz!"
Seeing that something was not going well, the young man in purple thrust his right hand towards the full moon scimitar and let the scimitar fall into his hand.
The next moment, the young man in purple didn't raise a knife to kill Chen Qingyuan, but cut his own palm with the knife.
The blood flowed freely, but not a drop fell to the ground, it was all swallowed up by the scimitar.
Not long after, the scimitar was stained with blood, like a blood moon, and the smell was strange.
The eyes of the young man in purple are one black and one red, both good and evil.
The void space behind it slowly showed a picture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Countless ferocious palms reached out of the sea and grabbed into the void, trying to escape from the shackles of the sea of blood.
The scimitar was flashing with blood, and the coldness hit the soul directly.
The vision of the sea of blood spread to Chen Qingyuan's feet, and he could clearly feel a few hands grabbing his ankles, trying to pull him off to the bottom of the sea, where he would sink forever and never be reincarnated.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, violent sword power erupted from Chen Qingyuan's body, shattering all the bloody hands under his feet, and the sea surface suddenly rolled up into billowing waves, extremely turbulent.
The roaring waves hit the young man in purple in front of him.
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eye, the huge wave was split into two, a flash of blood flashed, and the young man in purple suddenly appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan. The sword light fell from the sky, and the terrifying power made the entire blood sea shake, as if it could split the world in half.
"The ultimate path of Taichu, Shangyang Zifu..."
The top swordsmanship of Daoyi Academy was displayed by Chen Qingyuan.
The sword intent gathered at one point, and the aura of killing spread to every inch of the void on the battlefield. Thousands of sword shadows were trembling. The Seven-Star White Jue Sword bloomed with dazzling brilliance. It was freezing cold and the space collapsed.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the two were face to face.
Before the swords collide, a lawful sphere is formed in the center, which is getting bigger.
The storm rose, tearing apart every part of the battlefield.
The sea of blood was turbulent, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling faintly resounded.
"boom!"
The remaining power of the battle caused the blood sea to collapse directly. Countless blood splattered, ghosts flickered, and screams continued, turning this space into a hell.
After a stalemate for a while, Chen Qingyuan obviously had more spiritual energy in his body than the young man in purple.
Soon, the momentum of the young man in purple began to decline, while Chen Qingyuan was even stronger than before.
"boom--"
Finally, the sword light broke through the sphere of law formed by the battle and penetrated the body of the young man in purple.
"Boom"
At the same time, because the balance was broken, the law ball exploded directly.
Chen Qingyuan immediately mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body and formed dozens of protective barriers, so he was not injured.
The situation of the young man in purple is not good. Since his own foundation is not as good as Chen Qingyuan, the spiritual energy in his body has dried up and he cannot withstand the residual power of the battle.
He was seriously injured and his body was separated.
His flesh and blood were blurred, and half of his head had been cut off.
With a "plop", the young man in purple had reached his limit and fell to the ground.
"Crash..."
Immediately, the figure of the young man in purple disappeared, and the laws on the battlefield also disappeared.
Everything was calm, as if nothing happened.
Chen Qingyuan let out a long cry. The battle with the young man in purple had just consumed a lot of energy. If his own talent was not much higher than that of his opponent, the outcome would have been hard to predict.
The young man in purple has indeed reached the limit of his own realm, but unfortunately his limit cannot suppress Chen Qingyuan.
A transparent staircase suddenly appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan.
Looking up, there is no end in sight.
"It should be the stairs leading to the second floor."
Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath. After recovering as before, he stepped on the ladder.
Slowly going up, you feel like you are in a sea of clouds, with fairy mist curling up, and your soul feels like it's floating, as light as a dream.
After walking for a long time, Chen Qingyuan finally arrived at the second floor of Tianshu Building.
The environment here is not much different from the first level. It is also a space shrouded in white mist, seemingly surrounded by the power of chaos and the power of time.
A middle-aged man wearing a coir raincoat and straw sandals slowly condensed into shape.
The man in the coir raincoat has a dark face and stubble around his mouth, giving him a bohemian look. He has ordinary facial features and clear eyes. He holds a relatively rough fishing rod in his hand and is dressed strangely.
Seeing the opponent on the second floor, Chen Qingyuan's heart tightened, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his right hand holding the Bai Jue Sword tightened subconsciously. Obviously, Chen Qingyuan recognized the identity of his opponent and was extremely surprised.
"not......"
Not long ago, Chen Qingyuan read through a large number of ancient books from the ancient times and learned about many outstanding figures from ancient times.
The dress of the person in front of me is exactly the same as that of a peerless being recorded in ancient books.
A raincoat, ripped straw sandals, and a fishing rod.
With such obvious features, it was difficult for Chen Qingyuan not to recognize him.