Chapter 868: Suppress

"Yes, this is the Fang Jianxian I know!" After seeing this scene, Chen Xi slowly put a smile on his mouth, and then said aloud.
The two flew down from the top of the cloud, and the huge snow-capped mountain below had been cut off, and only a small half remained at this moment.
And on the snow-capped mountains, there are still countless sword auras, frantically surging, turning the snowflakes into pieces.
The Icefield Sword Saint stood with his back, he stood in the horrible sword rain very casually, but his whole person was not affected at all.
When those powerful sword auras touched the body of the Icefield Sword Saint, they quickly dissipated, unable to bring any injuries to him, as if it had been integrated into his body.
After Chen Xi saw the scene in front of him, he slightly frowned his brows, and then directly snorted.
"Boom!!!"
As if the sky thunder blasted, the billowing power filled the entire space, directly shattering the sword energy into pieces.
Even after hearing Chen Xi's cold snort, the Sword Saint of Icefield subconsciously took a half step back, and then turned his head to look at Chen Xi, his face full of surprise and fear.
"I said how Fang Tang dared to come out alone, presumably you should be his sword attendant. For this heir, the Great Desolate Sword Sect did not hesitate to sacrifice his blood, and actually sent a great emperor!" Staring at Chen Xi, he said coldly, the fighting spirit in his eyes surged wildly.
"This seat is not a member of the Great Desolate Sword Sect." Chen Xi slowly shook his head after hearing the words of the Sword Saint of Icefield, and then said with a calm expression.
"I don't care if you are a member of the Great Desolate Sword Sect, since you are here, then fight with me!" The eyes of the Icefield Sword Saint Ground were full of crazy fighting will, and he spoke directly to Chen Xi, his whole heart was very deep. Excited.
Although Fang Tang's strength was good, he couldn't make the Icefield Sword Saint enjoy himself at all. Now that he has finally encountered a powerful opponent like Chen Xi, he naturally wants to learn it.
"All swordsmen are fighting madmen? Isn't there anything else in my mind besides fighting?" Chen Xi curled his lips reluctantly, and then said in a deep voice.
"Fight me!"
The body of the Sword Saint of Icefield instantly soared into the sky, and his whole person directly turned into an icy blue sword light and stopped at the position opposite Chen Xi.
"You are not an opponent of this seat, and this seat is not interested in discussing with you." Chen Xi only intends to watch the show during this trip. He is not interested in fighting with the Icefield Swordmaster.
"I am not your opponent? Even the sword master of the Great Desolate Sword Sect does not dare to say such things in front of me. What kind of thing you are, you dare to speak up to me!" The Icefield Sword Saint is very cold and arrogant, he After hearing Chen Xi's words, the whole person's face became cold, and he said directly.
"Are you really planning to compete with this seat?" Chen Xi felt a little pain in her brain, but he still said aloud.
"of course!"
The Icefield Sword Saint said without hesitation, his fighting spirit became more surging.
"Life or death?"
"Life or death!"
Chen Xi asked again, he took a deep look at the Icefield Sword Saint, his eyes full of playfulness.
Although this guy is powerful, he hasn't even reached the realm of the Great Emperor yet, so he actually wants to compete with him?
How is this different from looking for death?
"Since you insist on working with this seat, then this seat has no choice but to do what you want!" Chen Xi shook his head somewhat helplessly, and then said directly.
"Coming to fight!"
Icefield Juggernaut's palm hits you, and an ice-blue long sword slowly condenses out.
His whole body rushed directly to Chen Xi, and sword lights flew incessantly, cutting the space around him.
"Get me back!" Chen Xi waved his hand very casually after seeing this scene.
Lines of incomparably terrifying spiritual power, like the waves of the sea, crazily crushed downwards, tearing the space in front of them to pieces.
When the Icefield Sword Saint felt this extremely terrifying spiritual power, his pupils shrank slightly, and the subconscious horizontal sword was in front of him, trying to resist this spiritual power wave.
"Boom!"
The terrifying wave of spiritual power directly bombarded the body of the Icefield Sword Saint, instantly smashing his entire body down, and embedding it in the huge snow mountain.
"boom!"
The huge snow-capped mountain uttered an astonishing tremor, and astonishing cracks slowly emerged from it, and large tracts of snow fell.
Afterwards, the entire snow-capped mountain began to fall apart quickly, crashing from the roots of the entire mountain, and directly turned into snow waves, continuously rolling over the entire land.
Chen Xi just took a casual palm, causing such a terrifying power.
After Fang Tang saw this scene, he swallowed deeply, his face full of fear.
"Um... Sect Master Chen, I'm sick now, I'm still not discussing with you all the time." After Fang Tang hesitated for a while, he turned his head and smiled at Chen Xi twice, and then looked sad. Said aloud.
"Yeah." After Chen Xi heard Fang Tang's words, he nodded gently.
Chen Xi was too lazy to start with Fang Tang, since he was unwilling to discuss with himself, that was just what he wanted.
"This guy's strength is too terrifying! The famous Icefield Sword Saint can't do a single trick under his hand!" Wu Tian took a breath, his face full of shock. Looking at Chen Xi, he once again had a new understanding of Chen Xi's terrifying strength.
"Master is so strong..."
After Lin Qianxue saw this scene, she looked at her master in admiration, and she kept muttering to herself.
"Crack!"
After a long time, among the huge ice and snow ruins, a palm suddenly stretched out from the snow.
The Icefield Sword Saint dragged his embarrassed body and slowly stood up from the snow.
His face was extremely pale, and he could hardly see the slightest blood color. The right hand of the whole person was also constantly trembling, and bloodstains were all over his body.
"This... how is this possible? Where are you sacred? Even if the Great Wilderness Sword Sect is holding the Great Wilderness sword, he can almost reach this level." The Icefield Sword Saint swallowed a deep spit, and his face was full of jealousy. She looked at Chen Xi happily.
"Could it be that you are the hidden ancestor of Saint Xuantian?" The Icefield Sword Saint seemed to have suddenly thought of something, he subconsciously stepped back two steps, and then looked closely at Chen Xi.
"This seat is not a member of the Great Desolate Sword Sect, nor is it a member of the Xuantian Sage. This seat is the Sect Master of the Heavenly Emperor Sect!" Chen Xi frowned slightly after hearing the words of the Icefield Sword Saint, and then went straight. Leng hummed.