Chapter 638: Lost Already?

Chen Xiang smiled at Hu Biao and said, this gesture caused a surge of evil fire in Hu Biao's body.

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Li Jiuqing's eyes were also cold when he saw this scene.

'This Changqing Realm really raised these pigs too well. With such a mentality, they can all cultivate to the state of transformation...'

On the stage.

Hu Biao didn't pay any attention to his abnormal state at all. He was teased by Chen Xiang's words and his blood was abnormal.

"Then it's settled. You go first."

Hu Biao looked at Chen Xiang and smiled evilly.

At that time, the delicate little girl opened her red lips and was about to say: "Then the little girl will..."

However, before she finished her words, Chen Xiang's eyes, which were originally as gentle as water, changed amazingly in an instant!

Her eyes became sharp and cold, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.

Then, she raised her right hand without hesitation, and with a "swish" sound, a crystal-clear long sword that looked like it was carved from ice crystals appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The sword was shining with cold light, and a dazzling gem was inlaid on the hilt.

As Chen Xiang waved her arm, the flying sword shot out like lightning, cutting through the sky, and rushed straight into the distance with an extremely sharp momentum.

Under Chen Xiang's action, the flying sword seemed to turn into a frost blade, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the tip of the sword, giving people a bone-chilling feeling.

At this moment, Hu Biao raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sneer.

He quickly swung the broadsword in his hand. The broadsword was as black as ink, engraved with strange runes, and the dark red blood flowing could be vaguely seen, exuding a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Hu Biao swung his sword, and the blade broke through the air, and there were bursts of low roars, as if thousands of evil spirits were howling.

Then.

He pointed the tip of the knife at Chen Xiang, and circles of scarlet halos emerged on the blade. With a strong murderous aura, he chopped forward fiercely.

Suddenly, a blood-red sword light that was more than ten feet long shot out from the tip of the knife, carrying unparalleled power, as if it could tear apart all obstacles.

The attacks of the two collided violently in mid-air, making a deafening roar.

Chen Xiang's flying sword collided with Hu Biao's sword light, and suddenly a brilliant aura burst out, and the whole ring was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"Little girl, good tricks."

Hu Biao said coldly.

"But, this is not enough."

"Really." Chen Xiang smiled lightly, "Then please look at this sword again, sir."

After the words fell.

Chen Xiang turned her wrist, and the flying sword changed its trajectory instantly, attacking Hu Biao again from another angle.

This time, the flying sword was faster, as if it turned into a meteor, carrying destructive power, and went straight to Hu Biao's heart.

However, Hu Biao was not afraid at all, and swung his sword to block again.

But at this moment.

A cunning and smart smile quietly appeared on Chen Xiang's pretty face.

At this moment, her slender jade hand moved slightly like a dancing butterfly, seemingly casually pointing in the air.

In an instant, a jaw-dropping scene appeared!

The flying sword, which was originally as straight as an arrow, suddenly shook its sword body, and the gem on the hilt flashed with spiritual roots. It suddenly split apart with a sound of "Weng", turning into hundreds of sword shadows flashing with strange light.

These sword shadows are colorful and dazzling. Some emit fiery red light, some emit cold blue light, and some shine with mysterious purple light... They interweave together to form a beautiful and dreamlike picture.

However, behind this beautiful picture lies a deadly threat!

Those sword shadows seemed to have gained life, and instantly became extremely fierce, rushing towards Hu Biao at a speed as fast as a gust of wind.

Their targets are clear and unmistakable - all the vital parts of Hu Biao's body!

Faced with such a sudden and extremely swift attack, Hu Biao couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

'This little bitch is going to kill me. '

An unprecedented huge pressure swept towards him like a mountain torrent, making him almost breathless.

At this moment, he knew that he had fallen into a critical moment of life and death, and there was no room for slackness or hesitation.

So, Hu Biao gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength in his hands.

The heavy sword in his hand danced rapidly in the air, bringing with it a series of sharp and unmatched cold lights, forming an impenetrable wall of sword lights and sword shadows.

"Sword broad!"

"Break!"

With the sound of crisp collisions, those fierce sword shadows collided with the sharp sword light swung by Hu Biao, and gradually dissipated and disappeared in the fierce confrontation.

However, at this moment, Chen Xiang's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, she formed seals with both hands, and a majestic energy condensed around her body.

The next moment, a bright beam of light shot out from her palm, instantly penetrating Hu Biao's defense and enveloping him.

"Not good!"

Hu Biao shouted in horror, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

In front of him, thousands of sharp swords flashed with cold light, pressing towards him like an insurmountable steel wall, and the sharp sword energy made it difficult for him to breathe.

Behind him, Chen Xiang's ghostly figure approached quietly like a ghost, and a powerful palm force was condensed in her hand, ready to go like a thunderbolt.

At this time, Hu Biao was in a desperate situation. With the attack from both sides, he had nowhere to escape.

Just when he was extremely anxious, he heard a loud "boom" and Chen Xiang's powerful palm had already hit him hard on the back.

This palm contained endless power, as if it was going to completely smash Hu Biao's body.

Hu Biao, who suffered such a heavy blow, spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the whole person flew straight to the bottom of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

After drawing an arc in the air, his body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Woo wow!"

Hu Biao, who fell to the ground, cried out in pain and spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, attracting everyone's attention.

However.

If you look closely, you can see that although Hu Biao was defeated, it was more because of carelessness. Although he was hit by Chen Xiang, his blood and qi were surging abnormally, the rest of the injuries can be healed in almost a month of cultivation.

"Lose already?"

Someone muttered in disbelief, his tone full of astonishment and disappointment.

They had originally placed high hopes on this battle, especially Hu Biao, who was an eighth-level cultivator of the Spiritualization Realm, and his chances of winning were higher.

However, the reality was so cruel that Hu Biao was defeated so quickly, which was really unexpected.