My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 537 - 195: Agate’s Great Victory, Drinking at the Fr

Chapter 537: Chapter 195: Agate’s Great Victory, Drinking at the Frozen River_3

His True Qi gathered once more, his fist tensed around the chain, ready to blast open the golden blade of light.

He could sense it.

The strength of this golden blade of light was not significantly stronger than the previous Sword Qi Skill.

Indeed, it was so.

Yuwen Jingwen’s iron fist, filled with True Qi, effortlessly blocked the golden blade of light.

“Clang!”

A crisp sound echoed.

tal clashed against tal, sparking brilliant sparks.

Just as Yuwen Jingwen slightly relaxed his guard against the magic artifact, under the stimulation of the sparks, the surface of the golden blade suddenly surged with a tuft of scarlet flas, strikingly conspicuous in the vast white world, lting large swathes of ice and snow in an instant and blooming with the scorching heat of the blazing sun.

“This fire?!”

Astonishnt showed in his pupils, retreating almost as soon as the scarlet flas ignited.

Even so, his fist was set ablaze.

The eerie and terrifying flas seed to devour everything, spreading rapidly across his fist upon contact with the skin, and where it passed, not even pain could be felt. Flesh and bone alike were reduced to ashes, swiftly spreading toward his forearm, then to his upper arm, arm, and eventually his entire body.

At most, one breath!

One breath.

He would perish under these flas!

“Crack—”

In the blink of an eye.

Yuwen Jingwen pulled and tightened the chain, forcefully severing his entire arm at the elbow joint, just before the scarlet flas continued to devour upward.

“Plop—”

The arm fell in the snow, quickly turning to ashes in the flas, even lting the surrounding ice and snow into a puddle of water. Yuwen Jingwen’s severed arm kept dripping blood, staining the puddle red.

“Big brother, let lend you a hand.”

A figure who had been lying in wait erged on the nearby slope, it was Cao Zhi in his large cloak, his hands performing seals, emanating spirit light and surging with mana.

Beneath Yuwen Jingwen’s feet.

The ice and snow, which had just lted, froze again and then transford into frosty python snakes that coiled around his legs, hindering his movent.

Not far away.

The figure in white robes sohow broke free from control appeared two hundred paces away, holding a lit torch and wielding the Iron Core Big Bow, from beneath which veritable Vermilion Birds were ford in the scarlet flas, assaulting like suns exploding forth.

More of that strange fire!

Yuwen Jingwen’s True Qi burst forth, breaking free from the frosty Spell that restrained him as the teor Giant Hamr carelessly ca crashing down onto Prince Jin Yi.

“Crack!”

In front of Cao Zhi too, a barrier was conjured.

But compared to the Thick Earth Decision, it was as fragile as paper, instantly collapsing upon contact, and he was sent flying by the impact of the giant hamr, smashing into the snow hundreds of ters away, his fate unknown.

Watching the scarlet Vermilion Bird approaching, Yuwen Jingwen intended to dodge, but to his shock, he found that the arrows shot by the man seed to track his movents, making them impossible to avoid.

His ferocity completely erupted as he roared like a Bull Python, wielding the teor Giant Hamr not to retreat but to advance, carrying overwhelming killing intent as he charged towards the distant White Robe pulling the bow, knocking down all the arrows along the way.

This fla was terribly frightening.

Each contact with the teor Giant Hamr lted a dent into it.

But that was it; in the end, it couldn’t ignite the tal as if it were kindling.

In the space of a leap and pounce.

Yuwen Jingwen had entered the range of attack; the teor Hamr transford into a Bull Python, winding through the vast snowy wilderness, then suddenly plunging from high above.

The last thing he saw was Chen Sansi raising the Iron Core Bow to block, and then his figure was completely engulfed in the snow mist generated by the clash, with only a broken-stringed Big Bow flying out and landing in the distant snow.

When the snow mist cleared.

There was the figure in white robes, using the long spear as support, on one knee on the ground, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, clearly wounded.

“Such a strange fire.”

Yuwen Jingwen looked at the Big Bow on the ground, still filled with lingering fear, and spoke in a deep voice, “Is this your trump card? This prince thought, how could you, a re Mysterious Phenonon, dare to attack the Agate River? Turns out, it was with the help of this Abnormal Fire!”

He rembered.

Long ago, the barbarian tribes had lost an Immortal Treasure in Po Yang County, and this Chen ca from Po Yang. Could it be that this Abnormal Fire was the lost Immortal Treasure?

“Enough!”

Even as Yuwen Jingwen spoke, his movents never slowed, not giving White Robe a chance to breathe as he dragged the chain to pursue once more, manipulating the iron weight to smash down again.

“Since your trump card is used up, there’s no need to struggle any longer—just die quietly—”

“Trump card?”

Atop the vast earth.

The figure in white robes slowly stood up, pulling the long spear from the ice and snow, with no emotion in his voice, as if he was stating an ordinary fact, “You’re mistaken, Spells are not my trump card, nor is the Abnormal Fire…”

He paused, “My trump card, has always been, myself!”

“Clang—”

Zhen Yue unsheathed!

Radiance of a clear spring!

A spear and a sword, a dragon and a tiger.

In the midst of this snowstorm, they clashed with the Martial Saint.

“Zhenyue Sword? Co back to !”

Yuwen Jingwen seed hardly affected by the loss of his arm, as he wielded the teor Giant Hamr with imnse force with every strike, causing the earth to tremble within a hundred paces.

Chen Sansi t each strike of the teor Hamr with a spear and a sword.