It is rumored that this technique can only be used by at least the middle realm of immortality. Xiao Chengcai was able to use this technique just standing on the edge of the immortal realm. His attainments in swordsmanship are indeed impressive.
Opposite him, Cheng Shu looked calm.
Putting his fingers together to put away the gun, he clapped his palms together in front of his chest.
The coolness came, and the heat caused by the previous fire was relieved instantly. Black wind swirled in the air.
"Ah sneeze!"
Xiao Fei felt a chill rising from his back. He sneezed uncontrollably and rubbed his nose gracelessly. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Centered on the place where Cheng Shu hangs, the entire valley condenses instantly.
The air turned into white mist, the dust was covered with silver frost, and even the burning flames were wrapped in a layer of dark black ice.
"Quickly retreat!"
At Mingyue's reminder, Mo Li also flew up, and with just one step, he swept dozens of feet away.
Behind her, colorful wings of light made of true energy appeared silently, and she was like a butterfly suspended in mid-air.
At the same time, Yu Wushuang, Cheng Yingying, and Xu Chunian had also stood up one after another.
Xiao Fei reacted and wanted to escape but it was too late. His feet had already lost control. He heard the clicking sound of freezing in his ears. He quickly lowered his face and saw that the dark black ice had already arrived.
When it reached his waist, just when he lowered his face, the layer of ice arrows quickly rose up, freezing his chest, neck...all the way to his lips.
The last hot breath he exhaled turned into ice in the air, and then, a layer of ice covered his eyes.
At the last moment of his life, what Xiao Fei saw through the translucent dark black ice was chaos.
Xiao Cheng glanced sideways, looking at the sword tip that hissed against the mysterious power of ice. His eyes passed through the layers of ice mist and landed on Cheng Shu.
"You're not Cheng Shu, who on earth are you?!"
Cheng Shu, the dean of Jiutian Academy, is the eldest disciple of Ye Bugui. He is best at wind magic, followed by martial arts.
It is not new that he can make great progress in martial arts. After all, it has been a thousand years since his last attack.
However, when a person who was best at wind-based mystic arts suddenly used the powerful water-based ice-based mystical power at this time, it was not difficult for Xiao Cheng to suspect that the person in front of him was not Cheng Shu.
"I'm not Cheng Shu, who is it?!"
Cheng Shu sneered and clenched the stretched last two fingers.
A strong wind blew up, and all the ice and frost in the air moved instantly, rushing towards Xiao Cheng.
Xiao Cheng pursed his lips. At this moment, he no longer had the intention to think about whether the person in front of him was Cheng Shu.
Because the biggest question he faces now is survival or death.
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, he condensed all his true energy into his two palms, and let out an inhuman roar from his throat.
Click click click!
The sword wrapped in flames cut through the ice abruptly, came into the air, and then chopped down.
boom!
The flame came out of the sword and condensed in one place instantly.
Its diameter is as large as a broad sword, its brightness is like the sun at noon, its flames are like shooting stars, and it reaches the tree of Cheng.
This one completely released everything Xiao Cheng had.
In order not to miss, he had poured all his strength into the sword. The moment the flames escaped from the sword, all the brilliance on his body also disappeared.
The coldness immediately invaded him and instantly turned his body into an ice sculpture. Looking at the meteor formed by his sword through the ice, Xiao Cheng's eyes were full of determination.
The opponent's rank was higher than his, and he knew that he had no chance except to make a desperate move.