As he thought of this, Zhang He had already closed in. The wind from his palm was like a sword, pressing towards Xiao Chen's chest. Xiao Chen took a step back and circulated the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation with all his might. Streams of electricity flickered on his body, and finally, they all gathered in his right palm. The two of them exchanged blows.
Without a doubt, the Zhang He in front of him was the best opponent. A Martial Master with a Holy Sword Martial Spirit. Xiao Chen wanted to see what level he could reach if he used his full strength.
Xiao Chen was astonished. This person was so far away in the provincial capital, yet he knew the news of the Xiao Clan like the back of his hand. He could not be underestimated. Xiao Chen's expression did not change as he said calmly, "It is just a rumor. Does Young Master Zhang believe it?"
The aura of a Martial Master combined with the overflowing sword intent locked onto Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen frowned and the Blue Dragon Martial Spirit in his body swam around gently. The pressure of an ancient Holy Beast combined with Xiao Chen's aura clashed with the formless sword intent.
"Big Brother, why are you here?" Zhang Zeyang, who had been saved, cried out in joy. After knowing the identity of the person who came, he knew he was saved. He could still get back at Xiao Chen.
"Pu! Pu! Pu! "
Zhang He took two steps forward and three streams of sword Qi shot out, attacking Xiao Chen from different angles. Xiao Chen did not have any weapons in his hands, so it was difficult for him to block. He could only retreat quickly.
Zhang He's complexion looked the same as before, with a ruddy glow and a faint smile on his face.
Hearing this, Zhang He looked down on his younger brother in his heart. Although it looked like he had dealt with Xiao Chen's Divine Thunder Break easily, he had actually spent a lot of effort and expended a lot of Essence. On one hand, he had to delay Xiao Chen and slowly recover his Essence. On the other hand, he was waiting for Xiao Chen to reveal an opening, waiting for an opportunity to make his move. If the person in front of him was so easy to deal with, he would have made his move long ago.
Zhang He withdrew his hand and stood still. His entire person was like a treasured sword, standing on the same spot. A majestic sword intent suddenly shot out from his body. Countless sword Qis revolved around him. After a moment, the resplendent electric glow disappeared without a trace.
After he finished speaking, Zhang He waved his hand and a follower behind him threw out a long sword. This long sword was clearly a Spirit Weapon. The seven foot long sword gave off a luster like autumn water. Holding the long sword, Zhang He's entire aura suddenly changed.
Boom!
Then, he quickly made his move to counter Xiao Chen's palm strike. From the moment he shouted to the moment he made his move, only two breaths had passed. From that, it could be seen how fast he was and how strong he was.
Under the might of the Ancient Holy Beast, the sharp Sword Intent stopped in its tracks. It stopped two meters in front of Xiao Chen, unable to advance any further. Momentarily, the two of them entered a deadlock. Zhang He's aura as a Medial Grade Martial Master was unable to do anything to the mere Inferior Grade Martial Disciple Xiao Chen.
Unable to dodge, the Sword Qi was about to pierce his throat. A trace of despair flashed on Xiao Chen's face …
A surging energy surged out and a shockwave spread out in all directions. The two of them did not stop and continued to exchange blows. Shouts resounded out and the two of them moved up and down the street. Momentarily, dust was kicked up and the shockwave surged. The crowd watching the commotion on the street all retreated far away.
Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air came from behind him. Xiao Chen did not even bother to look as he turned around and sent out a Thunder God Break. A resplendent electric light streaked through the air, heading for Zhang He's forehead.
The aura that he had been building up for a long time was broken by Zhang Zeyang's words. He had no choice but to withdraw his Sword Intent and make the first move. "Young Master Xiao, sorry for the offense."
A figure approached from afar, like a laser beam streaking through the air in a few arcs. It nimbly arrived behind Zhang Zeyang and quickly pulled Zhang Zeyang's body back, saving him.
Who knew that the Sword Qi would follow him like a shadow; there was no way to dodge it. When Xiao Chen retreated, the Sword Qi was like a maggot in his tarsal bone, heading straight for his throat!
"Sir, you seemed to be having a good time bullying my second brother earlier. Why did you leave just like that? Why don't you stay behind and continue giving me some pointers?" Zhang He stood with his hands behind his back, giving off a carefree appearance.
This white clothed person was called Zhang He, the eldest son of the Zhang Clan. His talent was extremely high. When he was ten years old, he went to the Whiterock Academy in the prefecture city. In recent years, he rarely came back. From that palm strike earlier, it could be seen that his cultivation had been at least at the Martial Master realm for many years. Looks like I have no chance to cripple Zhang Zeyang's cultivation, Xiao Chen thought to himself. Since there was no chance, there was no need to dawdle here. Xiao Chen turned around and left.
"Big Brother, why are you speaking so much nonsense with him? He wanted to kill me earlier," Zhang Zeyang said gloomily as he stood at the side.
The two of them stared at each other. Zhang He's gaze was like a sword and the Haotian Sword in his body buzzed. A horrifying Sword Intent was emitted from his body. The Sword Intent became denser and denser as it shot out along with his gaze. The formless Sword Intent seemed like it had a substance as it tore through the air and ruthlessly shot towards Xiao Chen.
A surging force came from that person's palm. Xiao Chen retreated three steps before he could stabilize himself. The Qi and blood in his body churned. Xiao Chen hurriedly circulated the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation and silently guarded his Dantian, calming the fluctuating Qi and blood in his body.
Xiao Chen looked forward and saw that the person who attacked was dressed in white. He was very handsome and had a faint smile on his unperturbed face. However, there was a trace of arrogance in his eyes, giving this amiable face a slight discount.
Zhang He could tell that Xiao Chen was secretly mocking him for bullying the weak. However, he did not mind and continued to smile, "Brother Xiao is too humble. I heard that the strongest person in the Xiao Clan, Xiao Jian, was defeated by you in one move. That Xiao Jian is a peak Martial Disciple, he is not much weaker than me."
On the other hand, Xiao Chen's hair was already disheveled and his complexion was pale. There was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely miserable. However, there was a faint smile on his face. He wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and tied up his disheveled hair again. He had a relaxed expression as he looked at Zhang He provocatively.
Zhang He turned around and smiled, "I have long heard that the Zhang Clan's eldest son's Martial Spirit is the Holy Sword Haotian. It can pierce through the heavens and split the earth, and its sword intent can communicate with the spirit. Now that I have seen it for myself, it truly lives up to its reputation. As an Inferior Grade Martial Disciple, I concede defeat."
That white clothed person smiled gently, "I waited for a while. When I saw that you all did not come, I came myself. I came at the right time, coincidentally seeing a good show."
He became sharp and oppressive like a rainbow piercing through the sun. His entire body was like an unsheathed sword that stood between the heavens and the earth!
"Bang!"
When Zhang He saw Xiao Chen's provocative actions, the Qi and blood in his body surged. He nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. However, Zhang He quickly calmed down. After all, he was not like Zhang Zeyang, who made low-level mistakes. He smiled gently and said, "You are very strong. Looks like I underestimated you earlier. Unfortunately, you met me. Today, I will cripple your cultivation. Let's see how you are going to act cocky then."
Xiao Chen did not turn his head back. However, Xiao Chen was very clear about what happened behind him. His Divine Thunder Break had been broken by Zhang He in an instant. This person was indeed very strong. Even so, Xiao Chen did not have much fear in his heart. Even if he could not defeat a Martial Master, it would still be easy for him to escape!
Xiao Chen did not have any fear in his heart. Instead, a vigorous battle intent rose within him. He had wanted to test out his own strength a long time ago. Unfortunately, he had not been able to find a suitable opponent. Xiao Yulan was originally a very good opponent. However, the Poinsettia's poison was too strong. If he was not careful when fighting with her, his life would be in danger. Furthermore, the other Xiao Clan disciples were too weak. It would be too troublesome to look for the elders.
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