Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 886: Hidden Cloud Fan

"Presumptuous."

The Hidden Six sneered coldly.

Six powerful waves of killing intent instantly enveloped Xiao Yi.

"Stand down." The sinister young master reprimanded, or rather, Beiyin Wuxie.

"Young master." The Hidden Six said deeply, "This person shows such disrespect towards you. We shall capture him and await your orders."

"I said stand down." Beiyin Wuxie’s eyes turned cold, "Have you forgotten, this is my game."

Upon hearing this, the Hidden Six quickly responded in compliance, "Yes."

Then they retreated to the side.

"Recall the Hidden Guard dispersed throughout." Beiyin Wuxie commanded coldly.

"A prey that can survive until now in the hunt deserves my personal attention."

"From here on, I shall end this game myself."

"Yes, I will give the orders immediately." The Hidden Six responded.

Two of the black-clothed martial artists from the six disappeared from where they stood in a flash.

"Alright then." Beiyin Wuxie stood with hands behind his back, staring directly at Xiao Yi.

"The fact that you made it here proves you’re the strongest among these prey."

"Naturally, this young master will take care of you."

"Such drivel." Xiao Yi’s face was cold as he attacked instantly.

The Cold Flame Sword in his hand, like a startling swan, pierced through.

For some reason, Xiao Yi felt a deep aversion solely towards Beiyin Wuxie.

Perhaps it was the actions of Beiyin Palace and the hunting games of Beiyin Wuxie that were loathsome.

Or perhaps, it was Beiyin Wuxie himself that was entirely detestable.

In any case, Xiao Yi had no desire to waste even a word on him.

Clang...

Xiao Yi’s sword swiftly stabbed forward, Beiyin Wuxie’s speed was just as fast, effortlessly blocking it.

The pale white fan in Beiyin Wuxie’s hand appeared from thin air.

It was with this fan that he effortlessly received the Cold Flame Sword, making a crisp clang upon collision.

"A mid-grade Holy Artifact?" Beiyin Wuxie smirked playfully, "I have one too."

Whoosh... Beiyin Wuxie waved his large hand, the fan in his grasp trembled, easily forcing Xiao Yi back.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned; just now, he clearly felt that besides a strong counter-impact, there was also a powerful wind pressure from the fan, that instantly repelled him.

Whoosh...

In an instant, Xiao Yi’s figure flashed, and almost at the moment of being repelled, he steadied his footing and then attacked again with the sword.

Swish... Beiyin Wuxie’s fan rose in his hand.

A strong gust of wind pressure appeared instantly by his side, effortlessly blocking Xiao Yi’s sword.

Xiao Yi retracted his Cold Flame Sword, sidestepped, and then chopped out with his sword.

Swish... Another strong wind pressure appeared, easily blocking his sword.

Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged over a hundred moves.

Xiao Yi’s figure shifted nearly a hundred times within seconds.

Evidently, both had extremely high combat experience and skill.

However, if you look closely, it seemed Xiao Yi was falling behind.

Because all that was seen was Xiao Yi constantly maneuvering, the shadows of the sword continued.

While Beiyin Wuxie stood calmly, without even moving a foot, only leisurely waving his fan.

Bam...

Suddenly, an explosion occurred, and a violent wind pressure blasted Xiao Yi away.

Xiao Yi flipped in mid-air, and after landing on the ground, retreated over ten steps before stabilizing himself.

"Such strong wind pressure." Xiao Yi frowned.

In those few seconds of confrontation, he swung nearly a hundred swords, almost covering every direction around Beiyin Wuxie.

But the violent wind pressure around Beiyin Wuxie seemed like an all-encompassing defense, accurately blocking his sword every time.

"Heh, your swordsmanship is strong." Beiyin Wuxie chuckled coldly, "It’s just a pity, your cultivation is too weak."

"If your cultivation were the same as mine, maybe you’d genuinely stir my fighting spirit."

"But now, you can’t even break my defense."

Saying this, Beiyin Wuxie fanned himself elegantly, yet exuded an overbearing aura.

"This is the Hidden Cloud Fan, with the power of Wind Control and Cloud Control, ranked as a mid-grade Holy Artifact."

"If you really can’t even break my defense, then perhaps me asking for your name earlier was just a joke."

"Ants are not worthy of leaving their name."

"Don’t you think you talk a lot?" Xiao Yi snorted coldly.

Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...

Xiao Yi’s figure instantly turned into a phantom.

With intricate steps, he instantly wove around Beiyin Wuxie.

Every step led to a sword strike.

The ingenious footsteps contained terrifying killing intent; each sharp sword shadow carried a towering killing intent as well.

Whether swing, slash, chop, or stab...

The combination of Wandering Cloud Kill Step and Wandering Cloud Killing Sword was already displayed to the fullest in Xiao Yi’s hands.

However, Beiyin Wuxie still remained unmoved.

The wind pressure around him easily blocked all of Xiao Yi’s attacks.

"Do I talk a lot?" Beiyin Wuxie chuckled playfully, "I said, this is my game." frёeωebɳovel.com

"If it’s lifeless and dull, where’s the fun in that?"

Xiao Yi’s figure and sword had already turned into endless phantoms, a gale-like onslaught repeatedly pounded against the wind pressure.

"Your joy in killing has nothing to do with me."

"But your voice is extremely grating, I can only shut you up."

As soon as the voice fell.

Xiao Yi’s originally ever-changing phantoms suddenly stopped, and the Cold Flame Sword in his hand chopped down heavily.

On the sword, an inexplicable domineering Sword Intent instantly increased the power of this strike.

With one sword stroke, it was as if a sovereign heavenly force, like Mount Tai pressing down.

The wind pressure around Beiyin Wuxie instantly collapsed.

Xiao Yi’s terrifying sword, after breaking the wind pressure, continued to strike towards Beiyin Wuxie with undiminished force.

Beiyin Wuxie’s eyes slightly revealed surprise, apparently not expecting Xiao Yi to truly break his wind pressure.

Splatter... a slashing sound fell, the Cold Flame Sword sliced down, and Beiyin Wuxie was instantly torn apart.

Xiao Yi’s face was ice-cold, for him, the only way to completely silence someone is to kill them.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.

The originally split Beiyin Wuxie suddenly poofed into a cloud of mist.

In the next second, as the mist dissipated, Beiyin Wuxie’s intact body appeared in sight.

"I see, is this your method?" Xiao Yi’s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, but quickly came to a realization.

This Heavenly Extreme Ninth Layer powerhouse Beiyin Wuxie, Xiao Yi never intended to defeat with just those ordinary means.

"And how about you?" Beiyin Wuxie fanned his hand with a teasing tone, "Is this the extent of your petty tricks?"

"Use all your means quickly."

"Because, this young master’s patience is very limited; if I grow bored, you won’t have a chance."

Bored?

In his eyes, a great battle with Xiao Yi was nothing but a pastime.

"Heh." Xiao Yi chuckled indifferently.

The next second, bang...bang...bang...bang...

Four layers of Flame Outer Clothing covered his body.

On his arm, a light suddenly dimmed, that was the Ice Pattern dissipating.

His cultivation was only at Earth Extreme Peak, merely enhanced by two Ice Patterns and the amplification of the mid-grade Holy Artifact Cold Flame Sword.

This was why he had such formidable strength.

Previously maneuvering continuously in the forest, constantly killing those black-clothed martial artists, the power within the two Ice Patterns was already nearly depleted.

Thus, Xiao Yi now dispelled the two Ice Patterns.

At the same time, the Cold Flame Sword in his hand gathered an abundance of Purple Flame.

This signified that he was about to get serious.

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