Chapter 1827: Despicable means

"One punch smashed Futian's palm print...If this hit us, wouldn't it be wiped out?"
"The Xianjue displayed by Shao Chen has such a terrifying power! Too overbearing!"
"Is Futian's palmprint so fragile? This...isn't it true?"
Everyone in the Temple of Wushuang was panicked, trembling all over, their eyes looking at Feng Wuchen were full of jealousy.
This is simply an invincible existence.
The strength is not as good as Futian, which can only show that Feng Wuchen Xianjue is more powerful.
"Dragon Shadow!"
With a punch to the palm print of Futian, Feng Wuchen used his body skills and exploded out. The figure flickered from side to side at an astonishing speed, leaving a large visible afterimage wherever it passed.
The shocked Futian realized that the danger was approaching and immediately woke up.
"Damn it!" Futian gritted his teeth, his face twitching violently.
Feng Wuchen's punch undoubtedly shattered all of Futian's pride and ruthlessly, which made him feel ashamed.
Fierce and murderous gaze stared at Feng Wuchen, Futian gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Don't think you have speed!"
"Xian Jue! Ghost Shadow Jue!" Futian yelled coldly, and his figure instantly turned into a white mist and disappeared.
Feng Wuchen rushed forward, stopped the attack, and said, "The body is not bad."
"Shoo hoo!"
"Boom boom!"
In the next second, Futian launched a fierce offensive against Feng Wuchen with his tyrannical physique. His figure turned into dozens of white flashes, completely unable to see Futian's figure, 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 offensive.
"So fast, I can't see it at all, and Futian's body style is not simple." Liu Wuhen frowned.
Duan Muxuan gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Futian's physical strength is indeed terrible. I fought him before, I thought I was defeated by his physical strength, but I did not expect that he actually retained his strength!"
Duan Muxuan became more angry the more he thought about it, clenched his fists, wishing to tear Futian into pieces.
Everyone in Wushuang Temple held their breath at this moment, staring at Feng Wuchen without blinking, as if they were worried that Feng Wuchen could not support it.
The battle is fierce, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a battle of life and death.
"Boom boom!"
The fierce offensive continued one after another, the explosion resounded through the palace, and the collision force spread one after another.
"Little dust, how long can you last?" Futian shouted angrily while attacking, all the violent power greeted Feng Wuchen.
"How many gods do you have to consume?" Feng Wuchen asked back.
"Xianjue! Return to Heaven Profound Soul Palm!"
The next second, Futian appeared abruptly above Feng Wuchen's head, shouting angrily, and slamming down with a fierce palm.
The power of Futian's palm is more violent and violent than the previous palm print.
"Be careful, little dust! This palm is extraordinary!" Tian Sha hurriedly reminded by voice transmission.
When the mind moved, the black fire urged it out, and Feng Wuchen quickly merged the black fire with the power of the gods, and immediately formed a mark with his hands.
"Destroy Dragon Palm!"
Feng Wuchen yelled, and greeted him with a fierce palm, with great power and domineering.
"Huh! Are you still unwilling to use the magic trick?" Fu Tiansen asked coldly, his eyes flashing fiercely.
Feng Wuchen said blankly: "You are not qualified!"
"boom!"
"Puff!"
"Buzz!"
In the blink of an eye, a zero-range attack, the two fiercely slapped each other, with a terrifying blast, and the terrible palmprint power erupted unscrupulously. At the same time, the two people spit blood, and their bodies flew out and spread. The energy ripples shook the void violently.
"Damn it! Why can his Xianjue always suppress me?" Futian's heart was extremely angry, and the feeling of stubbornness made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Little dust!" Everyone in the Wushuang Temple was shocked, and no one expected that Futian could shock the wind and dust.
Tianzu looked worried and said: "I can't imagine that Futian's strength is already so strong."
"Why doesn't Shao Chen directly use the Divine Jue? Wouldn't it be enough to kill him in one breath? He absolutely can't stop the power of Divine Jue!" Duan Muxuan said anxiously, looking like the emperor is not in a hurry.
"Little dust, hurry up and use the magic trick! The ice dragon descends into the world and kills him directly!" Xiaoyao Aotian was also anxious.
Feng Wuchen was injured, which undoubtedly made everyone very worried.
"As expected to be the first genius in the Star Soul Realm, the strength is indeed strong enough! My physical body is so strong, and with the blessing of the divine weapon armor, I can't bear his strength. It seems that my strength is without the use of the gods. Can only contend with the general five-star god." Feng Wuchen frowned and secretly said.
If it were not for Feng Wuchen's extremely strong physical body, he would have no power to compete with Futian.
"Little dust, if you don't use the magic trick, I'm afraid it's really not his opponent." Tian Sha said through voice.
"Is it necessary? In order to suppress me, he has consumed a lot of spiritual essence. The Heavenly Daojue of my cultivation can restore the spiritual essence on his own. As long as it is not excessively consumed, he is not afraid of exhausting the spiritual essence. He will undoubtedly lose in a protracted battle! "Feng Wuchen sneered.
"call out!"
At this moment, a white light flashed suddenly, at a terrifying speed.
"Be careful, little dust!" Tian Sha immediately transmitted voice.
"boom!"
"Buzz!"
Bai Guang is Futian, with a fierce palm blast towards Feng Wuchen, with a bang, shaking the void.
But unfortunately it hit the air.
"My speed is higher than yours!" Futian fell with a palm, and still hadn't closed his palm, and there was already a cold voice from behind.
Futian narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing vaguely murderous.
Feng Wuchen slammed Futian's back without hesitation, and his domineering force could definitely aggravate Futian's injuries.
However, at the moment Feng Wuchen attacked, his face suddenly changed.
"Be careful, little dust!" Tian Sha lost his expression in shock, and Chuanyin shouted.
"Shoo hoo!"
Three silver needles suddenly shot out from behind Futian. They were very small and fast. Feng Wuchen couldn't avoid them in the first time.
Although Feng Wuchen had sensed the danger, it was too late and could only instinctively raise his left arm to resist.
Feng Wuchen never expected Futian to resort to these three kinds of abuse!
"Chichichichi!"
Three silver needles stuck on Feng Wuchen's left arm.
"This is... a poisonous needle?" Feng Wuchen's face sank.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Taking advantage of this gap, Futian turned around and banged his palm on Feng Wuchen's chest with a bang. The violent force shook Feng Wuchen's mouth with blood, and his figure shot out.
"Little dust!" everyone in the Wushuang Temple couldn't help yelling.
"Despicable and shameless!" Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth angrily, his face extremely gloomy.
"Shameless bastard! Using hidden weapons!" Duan Muxuan scolded, and everyone in the Wushuang Temple was also angry.
Feng Wuchen pulled out the silver needle, but at this moment, his left arm had lost consciousness, and the poison was spreading rapidly. Everywhere he passed, he lost consciousness.
Very poisonous and domineering.