Chapter 982: Blind Qing with Unfathomable Strength

Liang Chen pursues dreams, Bei Dou fights for glory.

One night, depressed and hurried.

The next day.

The first match of the semi-finals was between Bai Chen and Blind Qing. As the two players stepped onto the stage, the whole audience cheered and cheered.

Bai Chen tightened his belt and then did stretching exercises, showing the most serious attitude ever.

Blind Qing also habitually wrapped the black braid around his neck for a few circles, then put on red boxing gloves and tried to swing two punches in the air, with the wind whistling.

They all valued this game very much, especially in the semi-finals, when the Xinglan Temple had already placed the final martial god reward on the highest podium. After seeing the lush spiritual grass, Bai Chen became more determined to win the championship.

Qianhuan Longkui Grass!

This magical fairy grass is not only a necessary material for refining the cultivation treasure book, but also the only antidote for the Holy Spirit Poison Pill in Bai Zhixue's body.

So no matter what, he must win the championship of this conference!

"Blind Qing, although you can't see anything, you are still very strong, so I won't show mercy to you." Holding the Wind God Sword firmly, Bai Chen's spiritual pressure of the two-star sea realm rose to the sky in an instant.

Blind Qing's ears moved, and then he smiled calmly: "Show mercy or not, you can't beat me."

"Tsk."

Bai Chen chuckled, pulled his palm, and a light bow appeared in his palm.

"The fourth style of the drunken eight immortals-rain of arrows through the clouds!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three flying arrows instantly turned into thunder and attacked the direction of Blind Qing.

The speed of the arrows through the clouds is now faster than thunder, but Blind Qing easily dodged these arrows in a few flashes.

At the moment he dodged the last arrow, Bai Chen's figure had come behind him, and the sword light of the Wind God Sword also swept Blind Qing with the power of cutting wind and breaking hair.

Bang!

Blind Qing turned around and kicked, and collided fiercely with the attacking sword light.

After a muffled sound, Blind Qing threw three punches like lightning. Before the wind of the fist arrived, the shadow of the fist had already hit Bai Chen.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bai Chen's movements were also not slow. He also threw three punches and collided with it, but the terrifying force actually made him stagger backwards.

"What an amazing power!"

Bai Chen clenched his numb fists in disbelief. When he looked up, Blind Qing's figure disappeared on the spot.

"What!"

Bai Chen was shocked when he saw it. Before he could notice anything, Blind Qing, who suddenly appeared behind him, had already kicked him hard on the shoulder.

Bang!

This kick directly kicked Bai Chen and made him spin backwards in the air. A beam of light hit the ring and shook up a thick fog.

"Sect Master!"

At this moment, everyone in the South Territory lounge was shocked. Bai Chen was at a clear disadvantage just after the start?

"The first move of the Drunken Eight Immortals, Jade Fire and Blue Dragon!"

The thick fog was suddenly blown away by a blue flame, and a fierce blue fire storm formed a blue tornado on the ring in an instant.

The tornado mixed with the Holy Flame of the Vermillion Bird was not only powerful, but also rolled up the air with a thunderous sound, and the temperature was terrifyingly high.

Faced with such an amazing trick, Blind Qing tilted his head slightly, moved his ears, and suddenly took a deep breath.

When he punched again, a gas bomb faster than light and shadow hit Bai Chen's shoulder directly.

A fist print shocked Bai Chen to retreat repeatedly. At the same time, Bai Chen's handprint changed, and the blue tornado directly hit the direction of Blind Qing.

The powerful blue tornado instantly penetrated the direction of Blind Qing, but Blind Qing's foot kicked Bai Chen's shoulder again at that moment.

"Bang!"

Blind Qing suddenly appeared and directly stepped on Bai Chen to the ring. The fierce attack almost broke Bai Chen's left shoulder.

"What happened just now!"

Lin Mengyao rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He didn't see Blind Qing's movements at all.

Even Bai Chen's "explosive step" had subtle traces.

Could it be that he could move instantly?

Stepping on Bai Chen's shoulder, Blind Qing swung his right fist without any hesitation and hit Bai Chen's head.

Bang!

"Split the sky palm!"

With a loud noise, Blind Qing's body was obviously shaken away for a distance. At this time, Bai Chen also took advantage of the gap between breathing to distance himself from him again.

He had thought that Blind Qing was very strong, but it was completely beyond his expectation that he was so strong.

"The fifth style of the drunken eight immortals - the fairy in the mist!"

Bai Chen's handprint changed, and rolling white mist suddenly spread from the ring.

Blind Qing also threw a punch at the critical moment, and the punch was as fast as light, hitting Bai Chen's injured left shoulder again.

Blind Qing's punching speed can only see the action, but not the attack path, so Bai Chen can't dodge at all.

"That bastard has been staring at Brother Bai Chen's left shoulder!" Tang Qin gritted her teeth in the lounge, and she wanted to rush into the arena.

Bai Chen was beaten so badly, but he hasn't appeared for a long time.

"Believe in him, he will definitely win!" Lin Mengyao said with a firm look.

"Yeah!" Hearing this, Tang Qin also nodded heavily.

...

This guy hasn't released his spiritual power yet, is he looking down on me!

Compared with the worries of others, Bai Chen is even more furious at this moment.

"In that case...!"

With the protection of the Mist Fairy, Bai Chen's face suddenly condensed, and his hands began to form seals quickly. With a flash of spiritual light, he suddenly held the Wind God Sword vertically in front of him.

With the injection of his spiritual power, a circular spiritual ring rose from the ground, and then, a dense array of tiny flying swords appeared in the air.

The moment these tens of thousands of flying swords appeared, the elders of the Xinglan Temple were shocked and stood up one after another.

Standing in the sky, Mang Qing's arms drooped, listening to the whistling sound of thousands of winds around him, and suddenly a flash disappeared again in the original position.

"Disappeared again?!"