"It's interesting!" A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth, and then the Lingbo started to move in a slight step. Everyone saw afterimages appearing on the martial arts stage.

"What a quick body technique!" The Lord looked at the two figures under him, a little surprised.

"When he was fighting with me just now, he didn't use all his strength at all!" Qing Leng looked at Xiao Chen's figure and murmured.

At this time, Xiao Chen's speed was much faster than when Qingleng was.

A bang sound came from the field, and everyone could only see two figures colliding constantly, and they could not tell who had the upper hand.

"Xiao Chen, you are really beyond my expectations and can actually keep up with my speed!" Su Hua's cold voice sounded.

"Your speed seems to be sparse and ordinary in my opinion." Xiao Chen sneered. Lingbo Weibu is already an immortal-level skill. If Xiao Chen uses it with all his strength, Su Hua will never be able to keep up with him.

"There are many ghosts!"

Su Hua's eyes were slightly cold, and his speed suddenly became much faster. Black shadows flashed through the field, attacking Xiao Chen's figure, as if multiple Su Hua were attacking together.

"Xiao Chen, do you really think that you defeated Qingleng with speed and was my opponent?"

Su Hua's sneering voice rang out in the martial arts field, and there was even more proud look in his voice.

"Your speed seems vulnerable to me!"

As Xiao Chen's sneer sounded, he lightly pointed his feet and Xiao Chen's figure instantly became much faster. Even if the peak Martial Saint is strong, it would be very difficult for him to capture Xiao Chen's figure.

Bang bang bang bang!

There were a series of collision sounds in the field, and suddenly a figure flew out, and all the figures in the field disappeared instantly.

"Who won?"

"The one who fell down seemed to be a disciple from the Divine Palace!"

"How is that possible?" Seeing Su Hua lying on the ring and vomiting blood, Zhao Zheng couldn't sit still, his face full of shock.

He knew the speed of ghosts best, but Su Hua actually lost in the competition of speed.

Nutao looked at Xiao Chen standing calmly on the martial arts stage, his eyes full of excitement, "Good boy, it's really amazing!"

"Hahaha, Zhao Zheng is embarrassed. It seems that your "Ghost Shadow" belongs to me!" Nutao laughed out loud, completely ignoring Zhao Zheng's dark face.

"Hmph, don't worry, I will send someone to give you "Ghost Shadow"!" Zhao Zheng said coldly. He is just a cold stone now, and no one dares to approach.

The other elders looked at Zhao Zheng, and smiled in their eyes. In the past, Zhao Zheng was still standing above their bets, but now they lost directly.

"No. 100, Xiao Chensheng from the Desolate Realm!" The Lord's voice rang out directly.

He actually won again, and he won at speed!

"He did not lie!" Liu Xin murmured. Xiao Chen said that he was very strong, but Liu Xin had never believed it. Now even Su Hua from the Eighth Level of the Martial Saint has won. Liu Xin also understood that Xiao Chen really did not lie.

In the second battle, we continued to draw jade slips.

Next, Wang Kun, Mu Qingxuan, and Wu Shuo all won without a fight.

Soon, all the top 25 were decided.

The showdown continued, but since there were only twenty-five people left, there were only twelve duels, and one person entered the finals directly bye.

The battle continued, and Wang Kun used the Eight Palms to defeat his opponent with one palm.
Chapter completed!