Chapter 146 The Wrath of Chu Hen

"Buzz..."

When Chu Hen beat Shang Ze, Guo Sen, and Ren Wei to pieces in succession with absolutely 'ruthless' means, a particularly powerful aura rose from Chu Hen's body again.

Then, something astonishing happened.

I saw that the phantom bell tool spirit suspended in mid-air suddenly became extremely active, and gorgeous radiance was released from it, as bright as the sun...

"Whoosh!"

In the next moment, under the shocked eyes of countless pairs of eyes in the audience, the illusory golden bell phantom actually traversed the sky, dragging out a long light and shadow, and swept straight towards the direction where Chu Hen was.

This kind of scene is as if the spirit of Qi has been summoned by some kind, and consciously gets close to Chu Hen.

"what's the situation?"

All the people in the audience were puzzled, and the instructors of all the high-level martial arts were puzzled.

The haggard old hand of Lei Shi, the Patriarch of the Holy Bell City, couldn't help trembling, and subconsciously blurted out, "Qi Ling has chosen to recognize the master..."

As soon as this remark came out, the entire audience was in an uproar!

Everyone really didn't understand, how could the spirit of the phantom bell choose to get close to Chu Hen? Is there something about the other party that attracts it?

However, at this moment, Wei Qingfan and Shen Yunxi, the other two top talents on the stage, suddenly took action.

Regardless of whether the two of them have private grievances with Chu Hen, just based on their qualifications and fame, they absolutely cannot allow Chu Hen to snatch the spirit of the Phantom Bell from under their noses...

"Hmph, since the Artifact Spirit doesn't belong to me, then you can never get it either!"

Shen Yunxi's eyes froze, and two rays of light that were as sharp as sharp swords burst out.

The surging sword energy lingered around his body like ripples, exuding a palpitating and powerful aura. Shen Yunxi raised his right palm, and the steady stream of sword energy quickly gathered towards his right arm.

In an instant, Shen Yunxi's right hand shone with a silver light, as if it had been soaked in the holy light of the bright moon, and it was chilly.

"Three Meridian Sword!"

Together with Shen Yunxi's dark shout,

Three silver lights and shadows flew out of his palm immediately.

Sen Leng's fierce aura was unusually strong. During the movement, the three silver lights and shadows quickly became sharp and sharp, instantly turning into three solid sword auras.

The target that the sword energy aimed at was the weapon spirit of the phantom bell.

The faces of everyone in the audience changed, this Shen Yunxi actually wanted to destroy this weapon spirit...

At the same time, Wei Qingfan also erupted with a powerful aura like a torrent, and the surging power of true essence gathered in his palm like a flood breaking through a dam.

The violent power fluctuations were like a golden flame covering his arms, and an invisible wave of air was set off on the table. Wei Qingfan stretched out his right hand, and a powerful force made the space faintly tremble.

"Capturing the Dragon Hand!"

"Om Long..."

Accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder, a large golden hand that was magnified several times broke away from Wei Qingfan's right palm. Compared with Wei Qingfan's previous move, the deterrent effect this time is more than ten times stronger. The streamer of light flashes on the big golden hand, like a glass crystal, and the momentum is super powerful.

Of course, the target of Wei Qingfan's attack was not the spirit of the phantom bell, but Chu Hen himself.

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"Not good!" Instructor Zuo Mo's expression on the side of Tianxing Martial Mansion changed drastically.

Mu Feng, Li Huiye, Zhou Lu and several other friends of Chu Hen were also shocked.

With this move, Chu Hen had no way out.

"Wei Qingfan, you bastard." Long Qingyang was also furious, he never thought that Wei Qingfan would attack Chu Hen on such an occasion.

But anger was of no avail, even the mentor Xi Lan from the Tianxing Martial House had no time to rescue him.

In the blink of an eye, something unexpected happened in an instant.

The faces of Ye Yao, Long Xuanshuang and the rest of the group were all pale.

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On the table, the spirit of the phantom bell had already flew in front of Chu Hen, but Wei Qingfan and Shen Yunxi's menacing attacks followed closely behind.

Feeling the destructive killing moves of those two powerful strikes, there is almost no other way!

Both of them are top-notch geniuses and evildoers who have been cultivated above the Alchemy Realm. No matter how talented Chu Hen is, no matter how strong his bloodline is, it is impossible to block the attack of the two of them with the strength of the sixth level of Tongyuan Realm.

A faint look of regret flashed in Chu Hen's eyes, and when he turned sideways, a strange wave of power was released quietly.

"Boom..."

In the next moment, the three sword shadows that looked like meteor beams erupted with strong lethality, and the big golden hand also set off an unstoppable shock wave.

Together with a violent riot of power that exploded on the table, the powerful killing moves of the two top geniuses and monsters all impacted on the area where Chu Hen was located.

The ground of the entire Bell Square was shaking.

The gorgeous power of true essence is as powerful as a bamboo, and the incomparably violent power is comparable to a mountain falling down.

A circle of majestic aftermath swept across the audience with sweeping momentum, rocks and debris flew up in shock, and criss-crossing cracks on the ground spread in all directions like spiders, extending tens of meters.

"hiss……"

"What a terrifying destructive power."

Everyone off the field gasped, and all of them frowned.

Luo Mengshang from the Imperial Martial Academy slightly frowned. For some reason, she was a little worried about the young figure on the stage at this moment.

Of course, this kind of concern is purely because Chu Hen helped her before.

"Brother Chuhen..." Ye Yao firmly grasped the corner of her shirt with both hands, biting her lips tightly with silver teeth, worried.

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The shock wave generated by these two fused forces is enough to kill any martial artist at the Tongyuan level. In the eyes of countless people, Chu Hen was definitely dead.

However, what has always been surprising is that the young figure has always been placed in the berserk circle of power, and his slender figure is as straight as a spear.

Then, there was another loud bang, the space trembled, and the air waves trembled.

I saw a group of golden light and shadow in front of Chu Hen suddenly shattered, bursting into countless crystal fragments, and wantonly venting and splashing in mid-air.

"This is?"

Everyone present changed their expressions again, and immediately understood.

Just now, Chu Hen used the spirit of the phantom bell as a shield to block the light and shadow of the golden bell in front of him, blocking these two destructive forces.

Sure enough, on the table where the strong wind suddenly blew up, there was the shadow of the phantom bell, which had long disappeared, and Chu Hen was still standing there peacefully.

In this way, the Phantom Spirit Clock not only destroyed the body, but also the spirit of the device.

There were all kinds of helpless shaking of the head in the audience, but more of them were gloating.

The crowd at the Holy Bell City was really mixed, and it was originally just a transaction with the major martial arts. Unexpectedly, the change of things could not be controlled again and again.

Now, the entire phantom clock is destroyed!

Of course, it was purely helpless for Chu Hen to do that!

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Chu Hen saved his life!

Seeing that the other party was fine, Long Qingyang, Long Xuanshuang, Ye Yao, and all the instructors and students of Tianxing Martial House were sincerely relieved, and they were able to let go of their hanging hearts.

"This guy scared me to death." Mu Feng touched his chest, looking a little flustered.

"Oh, it's a pity that the spirit of the phantom bell is destroyed like this." Li Huiye said with a sigh.

"It's fine as long as people are fine." Zhou Lu took the lead and said, "But those two bastards are really cruel enough to do such a shameless thing."

Teacher Zuo Mo at the side shook his head, secretly sighing that they were still young.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Wei Qingfan and Shen Yunxi's actions were really inappropriate, but in the eyes of many mentors, their methods were not only correct, but very correct.

After all, on this occasion, Chu Hen was standing on the stage as their opponent.

Since it is an opponent, it must do its best to defeat the opponent or weaken the strength of the opponent.

There is no doubt that if Chu Hen obtains the spirit of the phantom bell, it will definitely be a great help to him in the future. In this way, choosing to destroy the spirit of the weapon is a good strategy to lose both the enemy and ourselves.

Although he didn't get that treasure himself, it was also a means to make the opponent's cooked duck fly to his mouth.

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However, when everyone in the audience admired the behavior of Shen Yunxi and Wei Qingfan, and felt sorry for the destruction of the spirit of the phantom bell, no one noticed that there was a faint light floating around Chu Hen.

That ray of luster was like a faint mist of water pattern, which quietly merged into Chu Hen's body.

This scene was so obscure that even Chu Hen himself hadn't noticed it.

The bitter cold wind suddenly swept away from the table, pulling a corner of Chu Hen's clothes, and he stood in place, with endless coldness in his eyes.

Although the spirit of the phantom bell blocked the two terrifying and destructive forces just now, Chu Hen was not unscathed. The clothes on his body were messed up a lot, and a small wound was drawn on Junxiu's cheek by the aftermath of the force collision...

Immediately afterwards, an icy breath involuntarily diffused from Chu Hen's body, and the resolute outline of the young man became extremely fierce.

The faces of everyone in the audience changed, what did this guy want to do?

"call……"

Chu Hen lifted his eyelids, and his endlessly cold gaze shot straight to Wei Qingfan in front of him.

This was rooted in deep-rooted anger. Shen Yunxi's way of destroying the phantom spirit clock made Chu Hen angry, but compared to Wei Qingfan, it was nothing worth mentioning.

It was Chu Hen that Wei Qingfan wanted to destroy.

He wanted his own life.

Rage, absolute rage...

This has already made Chu Hen unbearable.

"Brother Chuhen..." Seeing this, Ye Yao in the audience became worried.

Ye You was just the opposite, with a sneer of disdain on his face, and he said secretly in his heart, "By confronting Wei Qingfan, you are bringing yourself a shame!"

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Facing Chu Hen's angry cold gaze, Wei Qingfan looked careless and disdainful, raised his arms, shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally destroyed what you got."

The contemptuous voice is full of complacency!

"bass……"

As soon as the words fell, there was a metallic trill, and the Demon Killing Spear suddenly appeared in Chu Hen's palm. The tip of the spear was raised, its sharp edge flickered, and the sharp blade was pointing at Wei Qingfan in front of him.

Chu Hen's throat rolled slightly, and he shouted in a gloomy and sharp voice. "Wei puppy, I'm going to skin you today..."

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