Chapter 115

Bai Yifei's expression was solemn.

Watching the wild wind carrying the raging flames approach, he swung his twin swords, pushing his Cold Art to the limit, until a layer of white frost covered his clothes, hair tips, and brows.

The cold air turned into substance, spreading forward along with his twin swords.

He intended to freeze the flames.

If he were facing Yan Lingji, he could indeed do this; although fire can melt ice, if the gap in the practitioners' strength is too great, ice can also freeze fire.

But he was facing Su Xuan.

The flames condensed by the Art of Spitting Flame were not ordinary fire; they were flames condensed by Su Xuan using magic power. In terms of quality alone, they were far stronger than ordinary fire.

After Su Xuan performed the Art of Spitting Flame, he also performed the Art of Borrowing Wind, borrowing a gust of wild wind to fuel the fire's momentum, and finally, used sword art to drive the flames toward Bai Yifei.

The cold ice sword qi that Bai Yifei swung with his twin swords dissolved the moment it touched the flames, and then the flames continued unabated, reaching Bai Yifei.

Bai Yifei could only desperately channel his Cold Art, and layers of solid ice walls appeared before him.

What did an Innate Realm expert with externalized internal energy count for in the face of such methods?

In the distance, Wei Zhuang, Zinu, and the others watched this scene, all with solemn expressions.

When the Quicksand was founded, they had regarded Ji Wuye as their hypothetical enemy. The Emerald Tiger, who had been designed to death by Su Xuan, could be excluded; the other great fierce generals of the Night Curtain, as well as Ji Wuye behind them, were all enemies in their plans.

They did know that Bai Yifei, the head of the Night Curtain's fierce generals, was incomparably powerful.

But Wei Zhuang was fearless; no matter how strong Bai Yifei was, he was confident that the final winner would be himself.

This was the arrogance of a Ghost Valley disciple.

Until he saw the thick ice wall condensed by Bai Yifei's internal energy, Wei Zhuang realized he was wrong.

A Grandmaster-level expert could externalize internal energy to condense a three-foot qi wall, enough to block a volley of heavy crossbows. Bai Yifei's ice wall was over three feet thick; although it was condensed using the Cold Art and took some advantage, just the fact that Bai Yifei could do this meant he was at least a Grandmaster-level expert, and perhaps he had even traveled very far in the Grandmaster realm, maybe even approaching the Great Grandmaster realm.

With such strength, he definitely had no chance of winning if he faced him now.

Immediately after, Wei Zhuang felt a rich fighting spirit.

The Blood-Clad Hou Bai Yifei was indeed extraordinary; only such a person was worthy of being his opponent.

His gaze then fell upon Su Xuan.

"Can you defeat Bai Yifei?"

Admittedly, Su Xuan had previously displayed an extremely exquisite sword-controlling art, slaughtering hundreds of Baijia soldiers, but the Baijia soldiers were not experts after all; although they were elites, killing them was not difficult for a true expert. The only difficulty was killing all hundreds of them.

Although Su Xuan had successfully killed those hundreds, Wei Zhuang did not believe Su Xuan had no consumption at all.

In a battle between experts, a difference of a hair's breadth could determine victory or defeat.

Could Su Xuan break through Bai Yifei's defense while having such high consumption?

Wei Zhuang soon had the answer.

The ice wall condensed by Bai Yifei with all his might did indeed block the raging flames for an instant, but it was only for an instant.

Under the high temperature of the flames, the ice wall melted rapidly.

By the time the three-foot ice wall had completely melted, although the flames had also been consumed quite a bit, a large mass still remained.

Bai Yifei's pupils contracted slightly, realizing the power of the flames, and he immediately pulled back, using exquisite movement techniques to try to dodge them.

Su Xuan's figure also swayed.

Wild wind swirled around his body, making his movement technique incomparably swift. In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Bai Yifei, and the Shark Tooth in his hand slashed out casually.

Bai Yifei, while dodging the flames, had not ignored Su Xuan at his side.

He also swung his sword to counterattack.

Under the blessing of the "Great Strength" art, this seemingly ordinary sword strike from Su Xuan possessed the force of a thousand jun.

The two swords touched.

Bai Yifei's arm instantly went numb, the white sword in his hand flew out of his grip, and his entire arm lost its strength.

His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly slashed out with the red sword in his other hand.

Su Xuan's expression was calm, and he still swung the Shark Tooth.

The red sword was also knocked away.

Bai Yifei's other arm also fell into a state of paralysis.

The shock in Bai Yifei's heart was beyond words, and he immediately pulled back, layers of cold mist appearing before him and spreading toward Su Xuan, intending to hinder Su Xuan's figure and movements.

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