Chapter 1827



"One punch shattered Futian's palm print... If this hit us, wouldn't it be wiped out?"

"Chen Shao's Immortal Jue has such terrifying power! It's too domineering!"

"Is Futian's palm print so fragile? This...isn't it true?"

Everyone in the Wushuang Temple was terrified, trembling all over, and looking at Feng Wuchen, their eyes were full of fear.

This is simply invincible existence.

The strength is not as good as Futian, which can only mean that Feng Wuchen's Xian Jue is stronger.

"Dragon God Shadow!"

With a punch to shatter Futian's palm print, Feng Wuchen used his body technique to blast out, the figure flickered from side to side, and the speed was astonishing. Wherever he passed, a large afterimage was clearly visible.

Futian, who was in shock, sensed the approaching danger, and immediately woke up.

"Damn!" Futian gritted his teeth, his face twitching violently.

Feng Wuchen's punch undoubtedly shattered all of Futian's pride ruthlessly, making him feel ashamed.

Fierce and murderous eyes stared at Feng Wuchen, Futian gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Don't think you have the speed!"

"Xian Jue! Ghost Shadow Jue!" Futian snorted coldly, and the figure instantly turned into a white mist and disappeared.

Feng Wuchen rushed over, stopped the attack, and said, "The movement is not bad."

"Shhhhhh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

In the next second, Futian launched a fierce attack on Feng Wuchen with his tyrannical movement. His figure turned into dozens of white flashes, and Futian could not be seen at all. A series of explosions spread, and the offensive was extremely fierce.

Feng Wuchen stood proudly in the void and tried his best to resist Futian's fierce attack.

"It's so fast, I can't see it at all, and Futian's movement is not simple." Liu Wuhen frowned.

Duanmuxuan gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Futian's movement is really terrible. I fought against him before, I thought I was defeated by his movement, but I didn't expect him to retain his strength!"

The more Duanmu Xuan thought about it, the more angry he became, his fists clenched tightly, wishing to tear Futian into pieces.

Everyone in the Wushuang Temple held their breath at this moment, and looked at Feng Wuchen without blinking, as if they were worried that Feng Wuchen would not be able to support it.

The battle is extremely fierce, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a battle of life and death.

"Bang bang bang!"

Violent offensives continued one after another, the explosion resounded through the palace, and the collision force spread one after another.

"Young Master Chen, how long can you last?" Futian shouted angrily while attacking fiercely, all the violent power greeted Feng Wuchen.

"How much divine energy do you have to consume?" Feng Wuchen asked back.

"Xianjue! Back to the Sky Profound Soul Palm!"

The next second, Futian suddenly appeared in the sky above Feng Wuchen, shouted angrily, and slammed down with a fierce and ruthless palm.

The power of Futian's palm is more tyrannical and violent than the previous palm print.

"Young Master Chen, be careful! This palm is extraordinary!" Tian Sha quickly reminded him through voice transmission.

With a thought, Wu Huo urged it out, and Feng Wuchen quickly fused Wu Huo with the power of the divine essence, and then made a mark on his hands.

"Destroy the Dragon Palm!"

Feng Wuchen shouted loudly, and greeted him with a fierce palm.

"Humph! Are you still unwilling to use the divine art?" Fu Tiansen asked coldly, his eyes flickering fiercely.

Feng Wuchen said with an expressionless face, "You're not qualified yet!"

"boom!"

"Pfft!"

"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, with a zero-distance attack, the two slapped each other fiercely, and there was an earth-shattering explosion. The terrifying palm print force erupted recklessly. At the same time, the two people vomited blood, and their figures flew out and spread. The energy ripples shook the void violently.

"Damn! Why does his Immortal Jue always suppress me?" Futian was furious in his heart, and the feeling of suffocation made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Small dust!" Everyone in the Wushuang Temple was shocked, and no one expected that Futian would be able to shock the wind and dust.

Tianzu said with a worried look: "I didn't expect Futian's strength to be so powerful."

"Why doesn't Chen Shao directly use the divine art? Wouldn't it be good to kill him in one go? He definitely can't stop the power of the divine art!" Duanmu Xuan said anxiously, as if the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry.

"Young Master Chen, hurry up and use the divine art! The Ice Dragon comes into the world and kills him directly!" Xiaoyao Aotian was also very anxious.

Feng Wuchen was injured, which undoubtedly made everyone very worried.

"As expected of the number one genius in the Star Soul Realm, my strength is indeed strong enough! With such a powerful body and the blessing of a divine weapon armor, I can't bear his strength. It seems that without using the divine art, my strength is strong. It can only compete with ordinary five-star gods." Feng Wuchen frowned and said secretly.

If it weren't for Feng Wuchen's extremely strong physical body, he would not be able to compete with Futian in terms of strength.

"Young Master Chen, if you don't use the divine art, I'm afraid you really won't be his opponent." Tiansha said through voice transmission.

"Is this necessary? In order to suppress me, he has consumed a lot of Divine Essence. The Heavenly Dao Jue I cultivated can recover Divine Essence on his own. As long as he does not consume too much, he is not afraid of exhausting Divine Essence. He will lose in a protracted battle! "Feng Wuchen sneered.

"call out!"

At this moment, a white light flashed suddenly, and the speed was terrifying.

"Young Master Chen, be careful!" Tian Sha immediately transmitted his voice.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

Bai Guang was exactly Futian, and he slammed into Feng Wuchen with a savage palm, and with a loud bang, it shook the void.

But unfortunately it hit the air.

"My speed is higher than yours!" Futian slapped his palm down, but before he could close his palm, there was already a cold voice of Feng Wuchen from behind.

Futian's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of murderous aura.

Feng Wuchen punched Futian's back without hesitation. His overbearing power would definitely make Futian's injury worse.

However, at the moment when Feng Wuchen attacked, his face changed drastically.

"Young Master Chen, be careful!" Tian Sha was shocked and shouted loudly.

"Shhhhhh!"

The three silver needles suddenly shot out from behind Futian. They were small in size and extremely fast. Feng Wuchen was not able to escape immediately.

Although Feng Wuchen had already sensed the danger, it was too late, so he could only instinctively raise his left arm to resist.

Feng Wuchen never expected that Futian would resort to such inferior means!

"Chucky!"

Three silver needles pierced Feng Wuchen's left arm.

"This is... a poison needle?" Feng Wuchen's face sank.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Taking advantage of this neutral position, Futian turned around and slammed a palm on Feng Wuchen's chest. With a bang, the violent force shocked Feng Wuchen to vomit blood, and his body shot out.

"Young Master Chen!" Everyone in the Wushuang Temple couldn't help shouting.

"Despicable and shameless!" Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth angrily, his face extremely gloomy.

"Shameless bastard! He actually used a hidden weapon!" Duanmu Xuanxiu scolded, and everyone in the Wushuang Temple also scolded angrily.

Feng Wuchen pulled out the silver needle, but at this moment, his left arm had lost consciousness, and the poison spread rapidly, and he lost consciousness wherever he went.

Poisonous and domineering.