Chapter 1829: Wu Biao's Fiasco

"Has Junior Brother Xiao Chen broken through to the middle stage of the Holy Spirit?" His face was full of shock, Zhao Yuxi stared at Xiao Chen with wide eyes. Before, he thought that Xiao Chen's palm had injured Yang Li, and his cultivation was only at the early stage of the Holy Spirit. It's the middle stage of the Holy Spirit!

Xiao Chen had easily defeated Wang Jian in the late stage of Profound Sage before. In Zhao Yuxi's view, Xiao Chen possessed strength beyond his own cultivation, so he was shocked to think that Xiao Chen was only at the stage of the Holy Spirit, but he did not expect What shocked him even more was that Xiao Chen was actually in the middle stage of the Holy Spirit.

"How is this possible? In a month, you even jumped two levels?" Even Miao Cuiling, a genius disciple of Qinglan Holy Palace, had a pretty face full of shock and disbelief at the moment.

Many disciples were all stiff on the spot, staring at Xiao Chen with a monster-like gaze, they were all shocked by Xiao Chen's terrifying cultivation genius.

"Xiao Chen was able to kill the Liu family and Yang Hong by himself, so his strength is naturally not simple. I am afraid that he is stronger than a few days ago, and he might really be able to deal with Wu Biao." His eyes looked at Xiao Chen slightly solemnly, Jiang Ming murmured in his heart, he had already known Xiao Chen's cultivation level when he was chasing and killing Xiao Chen before, so he was not at all shocked at the moment.

The disciples of the Phantom Sacred Palace came to dismount, and under the unanimity of the outside world, Jiang Ming naturally stood by Xiao Chen's side. If he lost, it would not only be a matter of personal face, but also affect the entire Qinglan Sacred Palace.

"Boy, you really have the guts." Hearing that Xiao Chen accepted it, the playful smile on Wu Biao's face grew a bit more, he gave Xiao Chen a thumbs up, and sneered.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to step out, he frowned slightly, Zhao Yuxi hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Junior Brother Xiao Chen, that guy is at the late stage of the Holy Spirit, are you really sure?"

"I'll know after trying it." Spreading his hands, Xiao Chen smiled faintly, and immediately continued to walk away.

Xiao Chen's answer made Zhao Yuxi roll his eyes fiercely, he couldn't laugh or cry, emotionally Xiao Chen took this challenge as a play.

"Does he really have the confidence to defeat Wu Biao?" Looking at Xiao Chen who accepted the challenge and stepped forward, his charming pretty face was also slightly taken aback, his jade hands clenched into fists, a little worried.

"Hmph! Overthinking one's abilities!" Yang Li stared at Xiao Chen with gloomy eyes, and Yang Li sneered disdainfully, with a little gloating on his smiling face.

At the same time as Xiao Chen walked out, all the disciples backed away unanimously, leaving an open space in the square.

The distance between the two was only more than ten meters. At this moment, the huge square was silent.

He looked at Wu Biao with a faint gaze, his face was calm, without any worry or panic at all.

Three days before Xiao Chen entered the Void of Fierce Beasts,

He has already entered the middle stage of the Holy Spirit, came out of the beast void, and refined a lot of energy bodies, and his current cultivation is close to the peak of the middle stage of the Holy Spirit. Although his cultivation is weaker than Wu Biao, Xiao Chen is not worried.

However, Xiao Chen's calm face made many disciples feel that Xiao Chen was a little too calm, and they began to guess in their hearts.

"Try his strength first." A sneer appeared on his playful face, and a hint of ferocity flashed across his eyes. Wu Biao quickly mobilized a ray of Saint Yuan power, rushed out quickly, ran a few steps, and suddenly stepped on the ground with his feet. Immediately improved, his figure turned into a black shadow and passed by.

At a distance of more than ten meters, Wu Biao arrived in the blink of an eye. The palm of his hand contained tyrannical strength, and he swept out with a strong vigor, hitting Xiao Chen's head with his palm.

Finally, there was a change on his indifferent face, he frowned slightly, and the holy energy in his body moved rapidly, Xiao Chen not to be outdone, gave him a palm.

"The middle stage of the Holy Spirit, hum!" Sensing Xiao Chen's breath, the playful smile on Wu Biao's face increased a little bit, and at the same time, he was secretly relieved, the thought of probing disappeared in an instant, and his strength increased rapidly. In the middle stage of the Holy Spirit, he really didn't pay much attention to it.

Wu Biao instantly increased his strength, which made Miao Cuiling's faces change drastically. Their faces were full of tension and anxiety, and their palms were sweating.

"boom!"

Two palms collided fiercely, and a muffled sound broke the silence of the square. Wu Biao's attack was easily blocked by Xiao Chen. Fly without even moving your body.

"You can actually block my power!" Wu Biao, who thought he could easily blow Xiao Chen away, at this moment, the playful smile on his face seemed to freeze, and he looked at Xiao Chen in shock.

Miao Cuiling, Zhao Yuxi and the others all had their faces stiff on the spot, and after a moment of silence, they suddenly exploded. They were all shocked by Xiao Chen's blocking of Wu Biao's attack.

The astonished face darkened, and the fierceness in his eyes became a bit more fierce. Wu Biao suddenly launched a violent attack, his fists, palms, elbows and feet were unpredictable, and his moves were extremely fierce.

Xiao Chen, who has a strong physical body, was not at a disadvantage in terms of strength and speed. Wu Biao's attacks were all blocked one by one, and Xiao Chen still had the ability to counterattack. His attacks were fast and accurate, and he showed no mercy.

The high-intensity hand-to-hand combat between the two, the tyrannical force spread to the ground of the square, and small cracks spread out one after another, and powerful vigor swept out.

The fierce hand-to-hand combat was fought from the ground to the sky, and the strength of the two was evenly matched.

"The strength of this bastard Xiao Chen is really not simple. His cultivation in the middle stage of the Holy Spirit can actually compete with the late stage of the Holy Spirit." Frowning tightly, his face was a little gloomy. The tyrannical power displayed by Xiao Chen made Jiang Ming feel more and more threatened and threatened. disturbed.

"Junior brother Xiao Chen can actually contend against Wu Biao, and Wu Biao's attack has no effect at all." Zhao Yuxi's face was full of shock, and he stared at Xiao Chen on the field with wide eyes, and all the disciples also commented in shock.

On the other side of the square, Yang Li and Huang Tao were also stunned by Xiao Chen's tyrannical strength. They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Who the hell is this kid? The middle stage of the Holy Spirit can compete with me, the late stage of the Holy Spirit! How can he have such tyrannical power?" After several minutes of fierce hand-to-hand combat, there were bursts of piercing pain in his fist, which made Wu Biao became more and more shocked, and the battle gradually fell into a disadvantage.

After high-intensity and fierce hand-to-hand combat, Wu Biao's holy energy was consumed a lot. Even with all his strength, he couldn't suppress Xiao Chen, and his breathing became slightly short of breath.

"Is it too late?" Looking at Wu Biao who was in a hurry and his fists were trembling slightly, Xiao Chen had a playful smile on his face, and he laughed softly.

After finishing speaking, he easily dodged Wu Biao's angry punch. Xiao Chen's figure flickered in vain, and quickly came to Wu Biao's left side. At the same time, he punched Wu Biao fiercely in the face.

"boom!"

Sensing Xiao Chen's attack, Wu Biao's face changed drastically. He never expected that Xiao Chen's speed could increase instantly. The attack was so fast that he could not avoid it. With a muffled bang, Xiao Chen A punch flew out.

"hiss.."

Seeing Wu Biao being sent flying tens of meters away, the faces of many disciples in the square below changed drastically, and they all gasped in shock.

In hand-to-hand combat, even with Wu Biao's late stage strength of the Holy Spirit, it would be difficult for him to compete with Xiao Chen. If he fought for strength, it might not be Xiao Chen who has the upper hand.

In the absence of the power of chaos, in hand-to-hand combat, Xiao Chen possessed tyrannical physical strength to make up for the gap in strength, so he was able to gain the upper hand.

"He...he's really the middle stage of the Holy Spirit?" The playful smile on his face was completely replaced by panic at this moment. Yang Li and Huang Tao always felt dazzled, and their heads felt a little dizzy.

His face became extremely ferocious. He originally wanted Xiao Chen to embarrass himself in front of many disciples, but he didn't expect to embarrass himself in front of so many people instead. Wu Biao's heart suddenly surged with a monstrous rage, and a glint of darkness flashed across his pitch-black eyes malice and hatred.

Gritting his teeth, the blood vessels on his face protruded, the blood agitated, and the flesh on his face kept twitching. The more Wu Biao thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Snapped!"

With both hands clasped together suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the tyrannical power in the body was crazily urged, and a faint blue light appeared on the body, and the tyrannical energy swept out like a gust of wind.

"Stinky boy, don't be complacent!" Staring at Xiao Chen with fierce and murderous eyes, Wu Biao roared in a low voice: "Mysterious Divine Art! Nine Heavens Profound Palm!"

The tyrannical power was condensed in the palm of the hand, and with the sound of a roar, Wu Biao slapped fiercely, and a cyan energy palm print several feet in size burst out suddenly.

"That's Wu Biao's most powerful Jue!" Feeling the power of the tyrannical palm print, Miao Cuiling's pretty face changed slightly, Miao Cuiling said worriedly, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Xiao Chen, her jade hands clenched into fists, wishing to rush away immediately Beat Wu Biao violently.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chen, quickly avoid his attack." Zhao Yuxi, who was burning with anxiety, couldn't help but yelled.

"Can Junior Brother Xiao Chen stop it?" They shook their heads helplessly, all the disciples' faces were covered with ashes.

Seeing Xiao Chen's indifference, Wang Jian's face was extremely gloomy, he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "If you lose because of bravado and embarrass Qinglan Sacred Palace, I will never forgive you!"

Xiao Chen was indifferent, and looked at the explosively rushing energy palm print with a calm face. All the disciples panicked for a while, but what happened next suddenly changed the faces of everyone present.

"Holy Judgment! Heaven's Wrath and Destruction Finger!" He let out a low voice in his heart, and there was no panic on his indifferent face. In the sea of ​​energy in his body, all the power of Saint Yuan was mobilized, and Xiao Chen pointed at the energy palm print that exploded from the sword. Refers to the shining golden light.

"call out!"

"boom!"

"puff!"

A ray of bright golden light pierced through the air from Xiao Chen's sword finger, the domineering power actually produced a slight oppressive wind sound, and a golden beam of light as thick as an arm burst out like lightning, hitting the energy palm fiercely, and there was a sound There was a thunderous muffled sound, and the palm prints were actually shattered in the mere collision. Wu Biao's face suddenly changed, his face turned pale, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his figure flew out like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, the Qinglan Sacred Palace was instantly silent, and all the disciples, including Jiang Ming, stared at Xiao Chen in the sky in astonishment. His body seemed to be petrified, his face was full of shock, and he froze immediately.