The disciples watching the battle were all frightened and shocked.
Not only was Zhou Ji able to resist Wang Chen's Spirit Sword with his Iron Tablet Palm, but it was also because Wang Chen's extremely fast and sharp sword moves suppressed Zhou Ji!
On the high platform, the long sword in Wang Chen's hand kept slashing out, each sword carrying extremely sharp sword energy.
His attack speed is extremely fast, and he can slash more than ten swords in the blink of an eye, and the power of each strike is very powerful.
Zhou Ji kept waving his palms, relying on the hardness and tyrannical power of the Iron Tablet Palm to resist.
Compared with Wang Chen's attack speed, his speed of blocking seemed a bit slow, and he was almost injured by Wang Chen's sword energy several times.
The gray-robed old referee standing aside looked at Wang Chen with disbelief in his eyes.
A person at the ninth level of the Spirit Mansion Realm could have such strength to suppress an eighth level person at the Spiritual Pill Realm. This is simply outrageous!
"Iron monument!"
Zhou Ji let out a loud roar, and his spiritual energy quickly gathered on his palms.
The next moment, the bright reflection on his palms became more and more intense, and continued to surge, and finally it was like a huge iron block, tightly wrapping his palms inside.
Uh-huh!
He grabbed the opportunity for Wang Chen to draw his sword, twisted his waist, and hit Wang Chen directly with his palm like a huge iron block.
Wang Chen raised his eyebrows. At such a short distance, there was no time for him to draw his sword.
Immediately, the long sword was horizontally moved, and the sword energy in the body was poured into it, blocking it in front of him.
clang!
There was a huge shaking sound, and Zhou Ji's iron-like palm hit the sword heavily.
Bang!
In a powerful explosion, Wang Chen was hit and retreated repeatedly, and the energy and blood in his body surged.
He took a deep breath to calm down the boiling energy and blood in his body, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
"interesting."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ji rushed in front of him and struck down with his palm.
This palm brought up bursts of howling wind, crushing all the air in its path, forming a short-term vacuum.
Wang Chen's eyes became sharp, and streams of sword energy burst out from his body and poured into the sword in his hand like a rushing river.
Snow-white light lit up from the long sword, and the lines on the sword were activated, erupting with even more fierce momentum.
Not only that, there is a layer of faint golden light attached to the outer layer of the sword body.
The two colors of platinum and gold reflect each other and are very dazzling.
Facing the iron palm smashed by Zhou Ji, Wang Chen stood still, waved the long sword in his hand, and slashed out.
boom!
Suddenly the sword energy surged, the spiritual energy roared, and the two collided, causing a deafening explosion.
The fragmented sword energy and spiritual energy, centered on the two people, rolled around like waves.
The referee frowned, and a deep aura emitted from his body, and with a wave of his hand, he shattered the sword aura that was about to roll off the high platform.
Although this is just the aftermath of the battle, just these aftermaths are not something that some disciples can stop.
Those disciples who were close to the high platform and had already retreated a little were even more frightened when they saw this scene. They continued to retreat back, staying far away from the high platform for fear of being affected.
On the high platform, although Wang Chen blocked Zhou Ji's blow, the latter immediately launched a second blow.
And the power of this second blow is even worse than the previous one.
Wang Chen did not retreat or resist, but chose to attack, still slashing with his sword!
The roaring sound continued, and waves of battle aftermath rolled around, forcing the Wu Mansion to send a person to deal with it to avoid hurting the disciples watching the battle.
The more Zhou Ji fought, the more frightened he became.
When he stepped onto the high platform, he relied on his own methods to clearly judge that Wang Chen's strength was not simple, so he chose to go all out.
Facts have proved that his method was not wrong, but there were some deviations in his judgment.
Wang Chen's strength is not simple, but rather unfathomable.
Because at this time, his feeling told him that Wang Chen definitely had a backup plan that he had not used yet.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ji frowned.
But soon, he seemed to have thought of something again, and the speed of his attacks became faster and faster, completely ignoring the rapid consumption of spiritual energy in his body.
However, he didn't care at all, because even if Wang Chen was strong, he was only at the ninth level of the Lingfu realm.
With such a level of cultivation, how much spiritual energy can be stored in the body?
Can you compete with him in consumption?
Thinking like this, Zhou Ji felt that he was still somewhat sure of winning.
However, the battle that followed made him feel even more unsure.
Because after this series of explosions, there was not much spiritual energy left in his body, but Wang Chen did not show any signs of weakness!
Not only that, because the spiritual energy in his body was consumed too much, the attack at this time became somewhat restrained, but Wang Chen had the upper hand for a while.
If this continues, maybe he will not consume Wang Chen to death, but will be consumed by him instead.
At this time, in Zhou Ji's eyes, Wang Chen was a freak. He was at the ninth level of the Lingfu realm. How could he last so long?
However, not only him, but also the disciples watching the battle, as well as the senior officials of the Wu Mansion on the high platform, all thought so.
"This Wang Chen is really a monster. If this continues, I'm afraid Zhou Ji will lose." The middle-aged man in charge of managing the martial arts training room said with a frown.
"Old man Zhou Wen, I don't know how far you, my grandson, have mastered the great stele palm. If you are just an iron stele master, you will definitely lose to Wang Chen if this continues." The speaker was an old man named Zheng Si.
Xiao An also looked at the old man named Zhou Wen, "Mr. Zhou, what Mr. Zheng said is right. If Zhou Ji only has the Iron Monument Palm, he will probably lose. That boy Wang Chen is too powerful. Yeah, I really don’t know how he did it.”
Zhou Wen smiled, with no trace of worry that Zhou Ji might lose on his face.
He said slowly: "Zhou Ji's Great Tablet Palm has been cultivated to the level of the Golden Tablet before the competition. My grandson's talent is quite good."
As he spoke, he paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's just that even if he has the Golden Tablet Palm, he is still no match for Wang Chen. Losing is inevitable."
Hearing this, Xiao An and others looked at Zhou Wen in shock.
They didn't argue or ask why.
Because they know that there are a few people in the Zhou family who have some special abilities and can guess the approximate strength of the monks.
And Zhou Wen has this special ability.
They believed Zhou Wen's conclusion and knew that Wang Chen could beat Zhou Ji, but they still wanted to see how he would win.
So, their eyes converged on the field again.
At this time, on the high platform, Zhou Ji, who was originally fighting Wang Chen, was already somewhat weak.
The previous explosion consumed too much of his spiritual energy, but he failed to achieve the desired results.
At this time he was facing a dilemma.
Wang Chen's sword attacks came one after another, forcing him back several times. Even the operation of the Iron Tablet Palm was a little weak.
