Chapter 448: Baimu Peak

"Seven people who have won consecutive victories, so far, only this person who was the least optimistic is left. Unfortunately, no matter what, it has nothing to do with me. I only bought 500 intermediate spirit stones from him."

"I'm less than you, I only bought two hundred pieces, and the bet is on Fengchou."

"Me too. Most of the bets were placed on Jiang Zimo, and only 700 intermediate spirit stones were placed on him."

"Look, if he loses today, all winning streaks will be terminated, and the gladiatorial fight is equivalent to ending early."

Following Xiao Chen's appearance, and his familiar voice and expression, many warriors in the stands cheered up again.

Many of them already had the mentality of watching the final fight.

After today, there is no winning streak anymore, and the greatest charm of wrestling is gone.

It doesn't matter whether you look at it or not.

Whoosh!

A hurricane blew up on the field for no reason. The wind howled and whined, and dust rolled up on the ground and flew all over the sky.

This is a gust of wind caused by pure momentum, man-made, the momentum is already so strong, it is not easy for people to come.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at an old man slowly falling from the sky, and said lightly in his heart.

The visitor landed steadily on the ground, his eyebrows and hair were white, his face was wrinkled again, his old age was revealed, and his figure was somewhat hoarse. He said lightly: "Baimu Peak, come and learn!"

"It turned out to be Baimufeng. This old guy hasn't come out for decades. I thought he was dead."

"I remember this guy. It was fifty or sixty years ago that he often ended the winning streak of some warriors. After that, there has been no news. I didn't expect to reappear today."

"Fifty years ago, there was a high-rank Martial King's cultivation base. How terrifying is the current cultivation base, enough to crush Xiao Chen."

"This is completely over, and the last winning streak will also be ended."

Above the stands, many spectators shook their heads in regret after seeing the white-haired old man declare his name.

Originally, it was a bit of a fluke that Xiao Chen could still win a few consecutive victories, but now he really has no hope.

Without him, the gap in cultivation base is too big.

boom!

Bai Mufeng didn't pay attention to the surrounding voices, and after the words fell, a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it out.

A thick sword aura more than 20 meters long swayed out, with boundless aura, under the agitation of the sword aura, it seemed that even the air was split in two.

Xiao Chen tapped his toes, and quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the front for the time being.

boom!

As soon as the front foot left, the thick sword energy crashed to the ground, and with a loud noise, the sword energy immediately created a long gully on the ground, which was as deep as half a year.

"Good guy, the sword is not old, but it is even more surging." Seeing this scene, the audience on the stage exclaimed.

Boom boom boom!

The gust of wind raged, and Bai Mufeng's figure flickered, and he swung four swords in a row, and the four sword qi intertwined together, spinning continuously.

Each sword energy was more than 20 meters long, like a windmill, falling from the sky, and pressed towards Xiao Chen fiercely.

"Whirlwind Sword Slash, Baimufeng's famous stunt, the sword descends from the sky, this move cannot be dodged but can only be fought recklessly."

"This old guy is actually so strong. I remember that he could only swing two swords before, but now he can swing four swords."

Seeing this Whirlwind Sword Slash, a sword master immediately explained it.

Xiao Chen raised his head and saw that the outlines of the four rapidly spinning sword qi could no longer be seen, only wisps of blurred shadows could be seen.

The sword was condensed to the sky, with supreme coercion, slowly pressing down, Xiao Chen felt a high mountain pressing towards him, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The mountains are all down, where else can you hide, Whirlwind Sword Slash has just reached this state.

Such an exquisite sword move, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, secretly praising it in his heart, but he couldn't avoid it.

Since you can't hide, break it for me!

Xiao Chen gave a soft drink, the acupuncture points in his palm exploded, boom, a wisp of dragon energy gathered in his right arm.

For a moment, Xiao Chen felt that he was full of infinite strength, and even mountains could be smashed by it.

Among the dragon aura and the five fingers, the left hand clenches the fingers into a fist, and Xiao Chen faces the center of the whirlwind sword, soaring into the sky.

"You can't think of what you can do, so what if you break it!"

Bai Mufeng snorted coldly, and his clothes danced non-stop while the energy in his body was surging.

Huh, the air began to surge back and forth with the dancing of the clothes.

A gust of wind was formed, roaring back and forth in the arena, like waves, rising and falling.

Whirlwind Sword Slash, Five Swords!

Whirlwind Sword Slash, Six Swords!

Whirlwind Sword Slash, Seven Swords!

The aura on Bai Mufeng's body was rising, the wind was surging, the sky and the earth changed color, and the long sword kept waving.

Boom boom boom!

The windmill sword slashing one after another flew towards Xiao Chen continuously, and under the whirling of the sword energy, terrifying storms arose in the field.

The ground split apart, huge chunks of soil could not bear the terrifying force, and floated into the sky.

"Damn it, what is Baimufeng going to do? It's clearly to put Xiao Chen to death!" Someone exclaimed in the field.

Under the howling wind, in the auditorium, many Wuzun-level warriors were a little unstable and swayed.

But Bai Mufeng's movements still didn't stop, and finally he kept waving a round of windmill sword slash composed of ten sword qi, and then slowly stopped.

Hoo hoo!

Bai Mufeng kept kicking, and after swiping the ten swords, he seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden.

The whole person has also become extremely weak, and he can't exert any strength now.

Layers upon layers of whirlwind sword slashing, one after another, one after another, it looks like a continuous mountain range, overlapping.

Above the stands, the faces of the leaders from all over the place began to change, especially those warriors who were not at odds with Xiao Chen.

The expressions on their faces were extremely joyous, they could tell that the seven heavy swords were slashed with boundless power, and it was simply not something that ordinary martial kings could bear.

It is very likely that Xiao Chen will die in this layer upon layer of sword slashing, how can he be happy with them.

Jiang Zimo, Xia Xiyan and the others had extremely worried expressions on their faces. They did not expect such a fierce scene in the wrestling.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, ignoring the strong wind around him and the flying stones, he punched with his left hand directly at the center point of the front round of windmill sword slashing sword energy crossing.

break!

The windmill sword shattered, and huge power poured into Xiao Chen's body, causing his internal organs to churn quickly.

The shattered sword energy rained down on Xiao Chen like knives, leaving bloody scars.

boom!

The second acupoint on the left arm and under the palm exploded, and the two streams of dragon energy merged. Xiao Chen shattered it with one punch, followed by the second round of windmill sword slash.

The third acupuncture point exploded, and Xiao Chen once again broke through a more powerful windmill sword slash, chopping thorns all the way.

When the last five dragon qi were all gathered, Xiao Chen had already broken the windmill sword cut formed by the nine sword qi.

There is only the last one left, and it is also the most powerful one, the Whirlwind Sword Slash with ten sword qi leaving the city.

The clothes on Xiao Chen's body were shattered by the shattered sword energy, and there were large and small wounds all over his body.

There is almost no intact place. If it is not for the strong body, the shattered sword energy alone can tear Xiao Chen into pieces countless times.

Seeing the last round of whirlwind sword slash, Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and the green dragon tattoo on his right arm suddenly came alive.

The right fist that had never been shot, finally broke out.

boom!

A wave of dragon power spread out, completely suppressing the mountain-like aura, and there was a loud noise, and the entire arena couldn't help shaking a few times.

Crash!

The windmill sword slash formed by ten sword qi shattered into countless strands of sword qi, which fell densely towards the ground like raindrops.

In the rain of swords all over the sky, Xiao Chen descended from the sky and punched Baimufeng.

Bai Mufeng looked at Xiao Chen who broke through ten whirlwind sword slashes, his eyes were full of surprise, he never expected such an ending.

He wanted to resist, but found that he was extremely determined, and all his vitality had been consumed in Whirlwind Sword Slash, without any strength at all.

boom!

With one punch, Bai Mufeng's old body floated into the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Puff puff puff!

The sword energy that fell rapidly hit Bai Mufeng's body like raindrops, and after a while, it shot thousands of holes through his body, leaving countless blood holes.

After landing, it was completely dead.

As the wind fell, the audience at the scene couldn't accept the fact that Bai Mufeng was shot to death by the shattered sword energy he swung out.

"Damn, you didn't die like this." Yun Ping endured the severe pain, looking at Xiao Chen who was still standing, his heart was full of resentment.

Xia Xiyan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they were also surprised by Xiao Chen's strength.

On the high tower, Gao Yangyu's face was calm after all, looking at Xiao Chen who was covered in scars and blood, and kicked lightly, said: "Tell Tuoba Liuyun to get ready to appear on the stage, don't give this guy a kick." Time, I don't want him to lose, I only want him to die!"

With the strength Xiao Chen showed, Gao Yangyu didn't have much hope for defeating Xiao Chen once.

Bai Mufeng originally had a short lifespan, and he was already very satisfied that a dying person could make Xiao Chen so embarrassed.

Seeing Gao Yangyu's cold expression, the other elders in the room felt a slight chill.

The death of one of his subordinates, Gao Yangyu didn't have the slightest nostalgia, his cold blood was so cold, it made people shudder.

Tick, tick!

The blood from the wound fell to the ground drop by drop, and the pain spread from all over the body.

It's hard to imagine that a Martial King can send out ten whirlwind sword slashes, and Xiao Chen's vitality can't support the consumption of this move.

Only Bai Mufeng, an old monster who has lived for more than 150 years, has this capital.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that Xiao Chen had the aura of the green dragon, which was comparable to the half-step Martial Emperor's ability to strike with all his strength.

It is also Xiao Chen's last resort, and he will never use his trump card. Once he uses half a step, any ultimate move under the Martial Emperor can be broken.

But even so, Xiao Chen couldn't bear the injuries he suffered. The injuries looked terrifying, but they were all trivial matters.

It's just a little pain, but it will pass after a while. With Xiao Chen's state of mind, it won't affect the battle.