Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Fourth: Direct Blast

Time passed little by little, and Xiao Chen hadn't arrived yet. The warriors who had some interest and expectations at first lost their patience, and some even began to insult in a low voice.

"What kind of bullshit is a one-year contract? It's just a coward."

"The poor Bai Wuya officially admitted him, so it turned out to be nothing more than that."

"Even if you don't want to come, it won't work to send someone to admit defeat in advance. It will make us wait so long to come here in vain."

"The face of Haotianzong can be regarded as being completely lost by him."

On the back of the Xuanyang bird, Jun Si and his party heard these discussions, and their faces became more anxious and embarrassed.

Xiao Chen was timid before fighting, no matter what the reason, Hao Tianzong's face was thrown into it.

Jun Si said hesitantly: "Elder Sister, let's talk about it, it's not an option to procrastinate like this."

On the water-like delicate face, she was as calm as usual, and said calmly: "Don't worry, since he promised me to come back safely, he will definitely come."

boom!

Just when Elder Xiao of the Cathode Sect was impatient to wait, and directly announced Xiao Chen's abstention, a purple lightning suddenly pierced the sky.

Like a spear falling down, it hit the big bronze bell in an instant. Within a radius of ten miles, a long, deafening bell rang immediately.

The bell rang, and the roaring thunder and the deep bell merged together, resounding in all directions and straight into the sky.

A figure fell down in a little haste, looked at Bai Wuxue in front of the ring, and said calmly: "The one-year appointment, Xiao Chen arrived on time."

On Xuanyang Bird, Shui Lingling's delicate face melted away like soft water, her brows were filled with indescribable joy, she smiled and said: "I knew it, he will definitely come."

The sound of the bell was melodious and reverberated non-stop. The purple thunder falling from the sky was full of majesty, and circles of electricity sparked on the ancient bronze bell, crackling and jumping, without any intention of stopping.

As soon as the white figure appeared, the fighters hovering in mid-air, a kilometer away from the challenge peak, couldn't help but look over.

"I really came here, knowing that I would lose, but still daring to fight, it is a bit bloody."

"Hehe, it's just self-inflicted humiliation, it doesn't matter if you come or not.

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"You can't say that. Being cowardly without fighting and coming as promised are different in nature. How much courage do we have to fight if we know that Bai Wuxue can kill the semi-holy queen?"

"Yes, no matter what, I still admire this courage."

Xiao Chen's arrival was beyond the expectations of many people, and the one-star comments about him were much less.

Knowing that he would be defeated, he still dared to fight. This courage won Xiao Chen many positive comments.

Ximen Leopard grinned, with murderous intent on his face, and said coldly: "I hope Bai Wuxue can save your life, otherwise it would be too boring."

Niu Deng, the number one genius in the war world, also had a rather unfriendly gaze, with a chill in his eyes, and said: "In a year, I didn't expect you to become a semi-saint, but facing Bai Wuxue, there is no chance of shaking the sky."

The amorous son Murong Lingfeng and Manyuelou are popular, and there are many expressions of pity in their eyes. Xiao Chen was able to hit the semi-sacred success in one year.

This kind of talent, even in today's prosperous age of warriors, can be regarded as the top level.

It's a pity that he met Bai Wuxue, failure is certain, it just depends on Bai Wuyan's unwillingness to spare his life, otherwise he would just fall, which is really a sigh.

Ordinary warriors cannot see the heavenly sage's laws reflected behind Xiao Chen, but they, the top masters, can see it at a glance.

Although it is not clear enough to see, but being able to comprehend the law of the heavenly sage is enough to prove that Xiao Chen has the realm of a martial sage.

Such a realm and talent surprised many people, but they still didn't look very good, because his opponent was too terrifying.

Even martial saints can beheaded, what a god-defying and evil spirit, so what if Xiao Chen was promoted to a semi-sage.

Among the crowd, only An Junxi on another mountain looked up at Xiao Chen thoughtfully, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The elder of the Extreme Yin Sect looked at Xiao Chen coldly, and said expressionlessly: "As soon as the bell rings, life and death are at the mercy of God, and the duel begins immediately."

After finishing speaking, he floated lightly, without any nonsense, and left the top of the mountain directly.

Bai Wuxue wore a blue and white robe, her handsome face was icy cold, neither happy nor sad, she looked at Xiao Chen who rushed over without any fluctuations in expression.

"I haven't seen you for a year and you have been promoted to Half-Saint. It's not bad. It's a pity that I haven't stopped. If I admit defeat now, I can leave you a way to survive, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to stop later."

Looking directly at Xiao Chen, Bai Wuxue said in a neutral tone, with absolute confidence in his own strength.

Xiao Chen's pupils shrank, and he smiled slightly: "Really, then I will return this sentence to you intact, and I am also a little afraid that I will not be able to hold back."

Instead of being angry, Bai Wuxue smiled, goose-feather-like holes floated up in the sky for no reason, and the ground was soon covered with a thick layer.

Holy Ice Handprint!

Taking a step forward, Bai Wuxue opened her hand and slapped, a huge icy palm appeared out of thin air, and slapped Xiao Chen fiercely.

Compared with the big ice handprints before, this holy handprint appears to be more spiritual, faintly consonant with the heaven and the earth, Xiao Chen looked up.

Between Mantian Caves, one can even vaguely see an ancient saint sitting in the void, this palm was taken by that saint, not by Bai Wuxue.

"This is the high-level martial art of the Yin sect. No one has practiced it for hundreds of years. It requires extremely high understanding."

"It seems that Bai Wuxue doesn't intend to get entangled with Xiao Chen anymore, and will kill him if he makes a move."

"It's over, Bai Wuxue is too straightforward, there is nothing to watch in this battle."

As soon as this palm was released, it caused a lot of exclamations, unexpectedly, Bai Wuxue could even master this move. Shui Lingling on the Xuanyang Bird and a group of Haotianzong's true disciples couldn't help but tense up.

"It's interesting, but you should be more than that."

Xiao Chen's eyes fluttered and he made a decision in his heart. With a flash of his figure, he quickly dodged away. The icy handprints of the holy light blasted the arena apart with one blow, and the entire mountain stood up.

So powerful, the power of the Holy Ice Handprint has to make people feel emotional.

Boom boom boom!

The palms were like mountains, pressing towards Xiao Chen, who was dodging, continuously. The entire mountain began to shake violently, and the arena completely collapsed into countless debris, splashing all over the sky.

From the very beginning, the battle spread across the entire mountaintop platform. It must be said that the warriors who watched from a distance were very foresighted.

In front of that huge palm, Xiao Chen looked quite small, and after a series of dodges, the people who watched were thrilled, and they were always almost suppressed.

After dodging a few times, Xiao Chen found an opportunity, stomped on the ground, nimbly flashed a series of holy handprints, jumped towards Bai Wuyan and killed him.

Such ingenious and flexible movements have attracted a lot of praise.

But Bai Wuxue let out a sneer, quickly made seals with both hands, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of her mouth, and said: "You are the one who is waiting, die!"

Out of thin air, two extremely huge ice handprints suddenly appeared. Make a gesture of clasping your hands together, like two mountain peaks that are about to merge together, enveloping Xiao Chen in it all at once.

The sudden scene changed the faces of many people. Xiao Chen looked so small in his palms, and there was no chance to dodge at all.

If it is trapped, there is no chance of survival, Bai Wuxue unexpectedly has such a backhand.

Just when everyone's hearts were in their throats, the sky and the earth suddenly sounded, one after another magnificent and loud hymns, and golden brilliance fell from the sky.

The resounding hymn tells the legend belonging to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen's past deeds, evolved into golden scrolls, flashing in the sky and the earth.

With the singing of the hymn, the gears of time rotate round and round, and the legend turns into an epic of vicissitudes, and then into a glorious myth.

Many people have illusions, looking at the scrolls flashing between heaven and earth, as if seeing ancient history and imprints, they feel a little worship.

boom!

With a fierce swing of both fists, the legendary power poured into the body of the fist, and the two icy holy handprints were shattered into shards of ice under the astonished eyes of everyone.

The ice flakes reflect the sun's rays, refracting colorful rays, interweaving into a dreamlike scene. In the scene, Xiao Chen is dressed in white, really feeling like a fairy in the sky.

"Heaven-level high-level martial arts are not only available to you."

Xiao Chen sneered in his heart, a ball of lightning burst out from under his feet, and Thunder Dragon Step was used instantly. The body flickered, and the brilliance of the gods directly blasted over.

The situation in the field was reversed in an instant, Xiao Chen, who was fleeing everywhere before, suddenly turned from defense to offense.

Bai Wuxue's face darkened, apparently he did not expect Xiao Chen to break his holy handprint so easily, and looked at the majestic and bright beam of light.

The soles of his feet were chopping fiercely on the ground, and there was a loud bang, and a thousand-foot snow mountain suddenly rose behind him. On the top of the snow mountain, there was a saint in white sitting upright.

In an instant, one side of the world was firmly fixed, facing the flying beam of light, her footsteps remained motionless, and Bai Wuxue directly slapped her palm.

The saint on the top of the snow-capped mountain opened his eyes, and followed Bai Wuxue's palm with a simultaneous swing, the movements of the two seemed to overlap.

The saint made a move, and there was an ancient holy sound in the sky, which was long and distant.

Suddenly, the Heaven and Earth Caves were eloquent, and they couldn't help but float even more violently. In the distant sky, there were even many snow tornadoes, spinning crazily.

These visions are really appalling, and the warriors watching from a thousand meters away couldn't help but retreat another five thousand meters.

The majesty of Wanjun is as immovable as a mountain.

Bai Wuxue firmly caught the majestic and bright radiance with one palm, and her footsteps did not waver at all. She even froze the radiance into ice cubes and shattered them piece by piece.

"I have the inheritance of the ancient Snow Clan. How tyrannical you are is a joke in front of me."

Seeing Guanghui being frozen into ice chips, Bai Wuxue couldn't help laughing complacently when she easily dispelled the astonishing move.

It doesn't matter if I can break my icy handprint, it's the same as success or failure.

But the smile on his face hadn't froze yet, Xiao Chen had already come in front of him, and he didn't feel decadent at all because the brilliance of the gods was dispelled.

All he wanted was to be close to Bai Wuxue, obviously, his goal had been achieved.

Fist of the gods, ten times the combat power, the gods descend to earth!

A ray of divine light broke through the barrier of the sky and entered Xiao Chen's body, making his aura rise infinitely, and everything in the world seemed to worship him.

The acupoints falling in the air suddenly froze in front of this momentum, as if time forbids it.

With a roar, the golden light overflowed, the white clothes fluttered, and the long hair flew out of the sky, and he punched out.

Bai Wuxue, who accepted this move firmly, obviously did not expect that Xiao Chen would burst out with ten times the combat power suddenly. The snow-capped mountain behind him collapsed between Sumeru, and the saint sitting on the top of the mountain was directly blown away.

break!

The Qianzhang Snow Mountain collapsed, Bai Wuxue's momentum was completely broken, and the person flew backwards like a sharp arrow. In the blink of an eye, he was blasted a thousand meters away and landed outside the platform on the top of the mountain.

The hole does not dance, the wind does not roar, Xiao Chen stands calmly on the top of the mountain, looking coldly at Bai Wuxue who is shocked and inconceivable.

The four directions are quiet and the battlefield changes rapidly, but just a few moves make people feel emotional and ups and downs. No one expected such a result.

Bai Wuxue was blown away by that boy in white robe!