Looking at Li Qingluan, who was seriously injured and dying, Chen Qingyang quickly took out the healing medicine that Chen Bailang gave him from his arms.

"Don't talk, take it down!" Chen Qingyang said hoarsely.

He could feel Li Qingluan's life passing rapidly, his pulse and breath became weak, and he could only place his hope on the healing medicine.

Li Qingluan opened her mouth with difficulty and swallowed the pill.

The elixir melted immediately after entering the mouth, and the thick medicinal power instantly spread to Li Qingluan's internal organs, limbs and bones.

Li Qingluan, who was originally weak and decadent, trembled slightly, and her pale face finally had a trace of vitality. Her confused and unsightly eyes gradually recovered, and a look of horror flashed.

"This medicine..." Li Qingluan asked in shock.

She could clearly feel that her seriously injured body was recovering quickly, and even the blood hole on her body was no longer bleeding. Such a magical pill was unheard of.

"Don't talk, recover your strength first, and leave it to me next." Chen Qingyang reached out and pushed Li Qingluan's hair scattered on his face away and said softly.

Such ambiguous and intimate action made Li Qingluan look stunned. For some reason, Li Qingluan, who had never wanted to have any physical contact with a man, did not feel disgusted at Chen Qingyang's "invasion" at this moment, but was only astonishment and confusion.

When Chen Qingyang stood up and turned his back to her, Li Qingluan woke up as if she was dreaming. Regardless of her physical weakness, she gritted her teeth and stood up.

"Qingyang, go quickly, you are no match for him." Li Qingluan shouted anxiously.

Even she is no match for the ghost hand. Chen Qingyang will only die in vain when he goes up.

Chen Qingyang shook his head slightly, looked at the ghost hand in front of him with a firm look, and said, "Even if it is not his opponent, I have to stop him."

Li Qingluan's body trembled slightly, and she looked at Chen Qingyang's back. The string that had been covered in her heart for a long time was trembling inexplicably.

"Silly, I don't need you to save me, go!" Li Qingluan's beautiful and pale face became ferocious at this moment.

Chen Qingyang didn't owe her anything at all, there was no need to save his life for her.

"Hehe, it's such a touching scene, but since you're here, let's stay together!" The ghost hand slowly stepped forward, and the murderous intent on his body suddenly became violent, covering Chen Qingyang in an instant.

Feeling the boundless murderous intent of the ghost hand, Chen Qingyang's body was not controlled and trembling. He was not afraid, but his body instinct was resisting the fatal threat coming from the outside world.

Chen Qingyang's eyes flashed with cold light, staring at the ghost hand. The strength of the two was so disparate that he had no chance of winning in this battle.

But Chen Qingyang did not regret coming to save Li Qingluan. Although he had not yet developed a relationship with this woman who was several years older than him, in a subtle way, Li Qingluan's position in Chen Qingyang's mind had reached a very high level, a woman who was enough to make Chen Qingyang spare his life to protect him.

"Young man, heroes have to pay a price to save the beauty." The ghost hand sneered, looking at Chen Qingyang with gloomy eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

"Chen Qingyang, go quickly!" Li Qingluan roared. When she was about to step forward to grab Chen Qingyang, she suddenly found that only one after the shadow was caught in her hand.

Chen Qingyang moved!

Even though he knew he was not his opponent, he still moved forward.

The momentum suddenly increased to the peak, and the ready-to-run body rioted and rushed towards the ghost hand, and the violent power spread out in an instant.

"Bang bang!"

The Overlord Fist rushed to the scene, and the ghost hand was full of disdain and casually stretched out one hand to resist.

“Huh?”

Feeling the powerful force that Chen Qingyang's fist did not match his realm, Ghost Hand's disdainful expression was slightly surprised.

"The early stage of Huajin can actually exert power comparable to the late stage of Huajin. It turns out that he is a genius!" The muscles on the Ghost Hand's face trembled, and his expression suddenly became excited.

Killing a martial arts genius is even more exciting than conquering a woman.

Chen Qingyang's body did not retreat but advanced, like a tiger coming out of the forest, with violent force entangled on his fist, and he took the life gate of the ghost hand.

The Overlord Fist is said to be created by the Chinese war god Xiang Yu. This boxing technique is extremely strong and fierce, extremely domineering, and also has agile footwork and free jumping. It cannot be used by those who have strong internal strength.

Now Chen Qingyang uses his early stage strength to use the Overlord Fist to exert four times his own strength. A warrior of the same level of the Early Stage of the Huajin Fist will probably be killed instantly when facing him with all his strength.

The air around suddenly became restless, and Chen Qingyang, who was rushing towards him, waved his iron fist and launched a storm-like attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

As powerful as the late-stage warrior of the old Huajin War, Chen Qingyang did not hesitate to blast at the Ghost Hand. The violent power swelled like a sea of ​​anger, sweeping across both sides.

Although Ghost Hand was surprised by Chen Qingyang's power on his face, the disdain in his eyes still did not weaken at all.

"The scoundrel shakes the big tree. No matter how strong your strength is, you are still an ant in front of me."

The ghost hand's voice was extremely cold, his feet did not retreat at all, and he shook hands into fists, and he faced Chen Qingyang in the simplest and most brutal way.

No matter how powerful Chen Qingyang is, he is strong and strong, he has no way to resist the absolute strength of Ghost Hand.

With a tight punch, Chen Qingyang flew backwards, vomiting blood from his mouth, and his face pale.

The gap between the early stage of Huajin and the peak of Ningjin cannot be compensated by any martial arts and moves. It is like a three-year-old child facing a fully armed adult man. There is no other possibility except being tortured and killed!

The ancient combat martial arts of the Mountain Seal may allow Chen Qingyang to break through the barrier of realm and achieve the strongest attack of a warrior in the early stage of Condensing Jin. However, in front of the ghost hands, let alone the early stage of Condensing Jin, even the strongest attack in the late stage of Condensing Jin, it is probably impossible to hurt the ghost hands.

"Qingyang, escape quickly!"

Seeing that Chen Qingyang could not bear the random punch of the ghost hand, Li Qingluan shouted anxiously, with a pleading voice. She wanted to walk towards Chen Qingyang, but her body did not have any strength. The healing medicine was ultimately limited. It was already very difficult to save her life. It was absolutely impossible for her to restore her combat power in a short period of time.

She couldn't understand why a little man who had only met her several times would ignore her life for her!

Chen Qingyang stood up and spit out a mouthful of blood. He did not look back at Li Qingluan, and his eyes looked directly at the ghost hand again.

"Sister Qingluan, I should have died a year ago, so I am not afraid of death. I just died at the hands of such a sarcastic person. I am really unwilling to accept it!" Chen Qingyang said in a deep voice, with sadness in his voice.

Chen Qingyang is not afraid of death, but it does not mean that he wants to die. The Wang family and the Tianxie Sect have not yet been destroyed, and he has not fulfilled his promise to Qin Luoshen.

But now facing the powerful ghost hand, life and death are no longer under his control.

As soon as he heard the four words "sarcastic", the already ferocious expression on the ghost hand's face suddenly showed a cruel grin.
Chapter completed!