Chapter 143

"Whoosh!"

As he spoke, Ye Xuan darted onto the field, while Bu Fengshuang returned to Xu Chen's side. Xu Chen glared at Bu Fengshuang: "What are you messing around with?"

Bu Fengshuang smiled: "It's nothing. Sister Bingrou's strength is actually about the same as mine; she can win." Xu Chen: "???" Did I ask about that?

He bared his teeth and looked at the field, discovering that Yi Bingrou and Ye Xuan had already begun circulating their Cultivation Methods, about to engage.

Yi Bingrou's red lips bore a chilling coldness: "Ye Xuan, I heard you still want to bully Xu Chen?" Ye Xuan snorted coldly: "Why can't I bully him?"

Having said that, he felt extremely depressed. Bully your sister. Now it's me being bullied by Xu Chen, every single time.

Yi Bingrou's delicate body shuddered; a Seventh Grade Perfection, nearly Eighth Grade aura suddenly appeared. The aura, like a surging tidal wave, radiated endlessly outward from Yi Bingrou's body as the center.

Ye Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he also unleashed a Seventh Grade Mid-stage aura.

He hadn't expected this small Frost Sect disciple to possess such a realm, completely on par with Yang Hao.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

He dared not be careless and began to cast the Haoxuan Space Sword from before.

The next second, countless Spiritual Qi long swords shot out from the surrounding void, heading straight for Yi Bingrou. "Frozen Thousand Miles." Seeing the many Spiritual Qi long swords, she whispered softly.

She knew Ye Xuan's sword technique was not bad, but at this moment, it was only at the seventh layer. Her Frozen Thousand Miles was a Saint Grade Martial Skill. "Buzz!"

"Hiss!"

"Buzz!" Having spoken, countless ice shards suddenly swept out, freezing all those long swords.

For a moment, the long swords simply stopped in mid-air in a bizarre manner, completely unable to move even an inch. Yi Bingrou's jade foot moved lightly, stepping out slowly, yet like Xu Chen, she suddenly moved dozens of meters.

Wherever she passed, the Spiritual Qi long swords shattered with a bang, turning into white spiritual light and vanishing between heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, she was before Ye Xuan, her entire body radiating coldness. "Freeze!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xuan's entire body was thus frozen by ice.

Ye Xuan's heart churned with shock; this freezing seemed capable of freezing space itself. Because just as he tried to dodge, he found he could not cast Space Movement at all. "Go!"

Yi Bingrou smiled charmingly and moved her staff slightly. Ye Xuan, like an ice sculpture, was driven by her power and suddenly flew up. Two seconds later, Ye Xuan had completely fallen out of the Yanwuchang. The ice block shattered, and Ye Xuan's figure, shivering all over from the cold, appeared before everyone. His lips were pale, his teeth chattering, and for a moment, he could not even hold the long sword in his hand. Ling Zunzhe was internally shocked: "A Saint Grade Martial Skill, freezing space. How could this small Frost Sect possess a Saint Grade Martial Skill?"

Ye Xuan's expression was complex; looking at the woman on the platform, he revealed a trace of fear. Only now did he know what a terrifying woman was.

Both Bu Fengshuang and Yi Bingrou were. He gritted his teeth and, amidst the mocking gazes of the crowd, directly returned to his seat. The referee then announced: "This match, Yi Bingrou wins; Bu Fengshuang is eliminated."

However, even though Yi Bingrou won, neither the Frost Sect nor the Taichu Sacred Land people could be happy at all. Because Yi Bingrou had become Xu Chen's woman, they had lost all face. The crowd chattered and exclaimed with wonder: "Unexpectedly, this Xu Chen is quite good at wooing women. This Frost Sect Saintess is of peerless beauty, the best in the world!"

"Damn it, my beloved was Yi Bingrou, and she was snatched away by the thief Xu in the blink of an eye. I cannot share the same sky with him!" This damn Xu thief, how does he have so many beautiful women? He already has four or five around him now... For a moment, many people looked at Ye Xuan, their eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. Xu Chen looked extremely pained. The previous match, this match; he really did nothing. Yet he somehow absorbed a full measure of hatred.

Almost all the men's hatred was sucked over to him. Especially Yang Hao over there, whose face had become extremely ugly; he was desperate to start a fight. The injured and shamed Ye Xuan, looking at his gaze, wanted to kill him even more. Numb! Numb!

Although it was quite satisfying, he also had quite a headache.

After about a dozen matches, it was finally his turn against Yang Hao. The referee shouted loudly: "Next match, Jixia Academy's Xu Chen, Taichu Sacred Land's Yang Hao, please come to the field."

Xu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Reappearing, he was already on the Yanwuchang.

He also saw Yang Hao and said indifferently: "You seem very eager to cripple me." Yang Hao sneered: "It will be realized in a moment." Xu Chen said lazily: "In that case, don't blame me for being unkind in a moment." After the referee announced the start of the match, both of them simultaneously vanished from the spot in a bizarre manner.

The crowd knew that this long-awaited great battle was about to begin.