Chapter 270 (1/2)

Although Leng Yanyu is powerful, she always respects her teacher very much. Under Bai Chen's many insults to he Liyu, she finally bursts out of anger in her heart.

”Bai Chen --!”

Aura full of filling in her body, so that the whole square ground with restlessness. Leng Yanyu drinks angrily, and the long sword cuts out a sword light. The hard stone slab, which is tired by the huge stone, is cut into two sections in an instant under the fierce sword spirit.

The domineering sword Qi, like a waning moon, comes with the sound of breaking the wind.

Bai Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands clenched the wind god sword, and suddenly cut it down against the attack.

Bang!

A bang, heat wave in the square, white Chen unexpectedly extremely embarrassed toward the outside inverted fly away.

Seeing this, Lin Mengyao and Tang Qin were shocked.

However, this is his fight and they can't help.

Because Bai Chen's pride is more important than anything else!

Seeing that Bai Chen was about to fly out of the challenge arena, he suddenly crushed a pill and drank: ”the third style of eight drunken immortals - tie God Ling!”

Read, the golden rope twined around his body, and forced him to be fixed at the edge of the challenge arena.

Well

Even if he had stabilized his figure, Bai Chen was still shocked by the sword Qi, which made him look at Leng Yanyu's eyes again and gradually ignite his fighting spirit.

Those who are strong in Guiyuan are still strong even if they have no actual combat experience!

At this time, Leng Yanyu held the sword with both hands again, and raised it high on her head. Looking at this posture, she seemed to have to show her sword skill just now.

Big step!

White Chen heart a drink, body shape suddenly disappear.

！！

Leng Yanyu looks at the figure suddenly disappearing in the distance. She feels a palm wind in an instant. She swoops in front of her and quickly turns her fist into a palm. She pats the air in front of her.

Sure enough, in an instant, in front of Leng Yanyu's body, a white figure appeared out of thin air. It was Bai Chen!

”Heaven splitting palm!”

An angry roar, from the white Chen throat rolling out, with endless strong wind ten layer split day palm, to the cold Yan language chest shot in the past.

Is it this palm technique again

Feel Bai Chen this palm's strong spirit power fluctuation, Leng Yan language suddenly a Jiao drink: ”eight Yan burn waste palm!”

Hoo!

At this moment, the terrible fire broke out in an instant and swallowed the two figures in an instant. The fire wave billows under, is again white Chen extremely flustered inverted fly but go.

”What Tang Qin's eyes were full of surprise: ”brother Bai Chen's sky splitting palm is not even as good as her?”

This is the first time that Bai Chen's sky splitting palm is at a disadvantage in the attack. Tang Qin and Lin Mengyao can't help but sweat.

Bai Chen, who flies upside down, raises the wind sword in the air and sweeps the fierce sea of fire in the venue. He seems to have encountered a whirlpool and is absorbed by the black sword in his hand.

”What's going on?”