Cold air and killing intent filled the air. Looking at this incomparably huge ice coffin, Lu An took a light breath.
The last time he saw the ice coffin, he was outside. Now, he was inside. Last time, he saw clearly that he could not use any Divine Origin Energy in the ice coffin. He wanted to give it a try.
Therefore, he released his Fate Wheel. When he did, he was stunned. As expected, the ice coffin suppressed the energy in his body. However, it did not mean that he could not use any energy.
He could clearly feel that although he could not use the energy in the outside world, his Fate Wheel could still slowly release energy. Although the speed and energy required was not great, it was not impossible.
However, even though Lu An realized this, he did not use his Fate Wheel. Instead, he put his Fate Wheel away and looked at Bian Qingliu in the distance.
In the ice coffin, which was three hundred and thirty feet long, three hundred feet wide and three hundred feet tall, the two looked at each other from afar. Lu An wanted to experience how powerful Bian Qingliu's artistic conception was in the ice coffin.
Since she could not use any Divine Origin Energy or Heaven Skill, Bian Qingliu took out her long sword again. Lu An frowned slightly. He realized that the moment Bian Qingliu took out her sword, all the death patterns in the ice coffin seemed to move. He could feel that countless auras were gathering toward Bian Qingliu.
Bang!
Bian Qingliu moved. Holding her long sword, she dashed toward Lu An quickly!
Whoosh!
Lu An did not dodge. When Bian Qingliu arrived in front of Lu An, she stabbed with her sword. Lu An dodged to the side. At the same time, he rushed forward and reached for Bian Qingliu's wrist with one hand.
Seeing this, Bian Qingliu immediately pulled back her sword. With a shake of her wrist, the sword moved like a flower and cut toward Lu An's shoulder. Although he moved later, he was more powerful and faster than Lu An. He was confident that he could reach Lu An first.
However, things did not go as he had hoped.
Lu An's right foot was right in front of Bian Qingliu's right foot. His calf collided with hers, causing Bian Qingliu's body to sway. It was this slight deviation that allowed Lu An to grab Bian Qingliu's wrist even faster, and the sword flowers immediately stopped.
At the same time, Lu An's left palm had already arrived in front of Bian Qingliu's ribs and was about to hit.
Bang!
Palm and fist met. Bian Qingliu's fist collided with Lu An's. Both of them felt the impact of power. Bian Qingliu's left fist successfully blocked Lu An's left palm, but Lu An didn't let go after suffering a heavy blow. Instead, he interlocked his fingers and grabbed Bian Qingliu's fist.
At the same time, Lu An's entire body exploded with power. His right hand grabbed Bian Qingliu's right wrist, and his left hand grabbed Bian Qingliu's left fist. Crossing his hands, he pulled fiercely in his direction!
Bian Qingliu was shocked when he saw this. He immediately raised his left leg and used his knee to hit Lu An's dantian, forcing Lu An to let go. However, Lu An's body suddenly rose into the air and pulled Bian Qingliu's body back quickly, neutralizing his attack.
Bian Qingliu didn't expect to be restrained. However, he wasn't the only one whose arms had lost their means of attack. He immediately used all his strength to attack with his lower body, kicking quickly at Lu An.
However, every time Bian Qingliu raised his leg to attack, Lu An would step on it with the sole of his foot. This was no longer a problem of reaction speed, nor was it a problem of perception. It was that Lu An had truly predicted every attack he was about to make.
This situation had never happened before. Helpless, Bian Qingliu frowned. He suddenly shook his right wrist and forcefully threw the long sword in his hand away. At the same time, he swept his left leg backward and kicked the hilt of the long sword at an angle Lu An couldn't block. The long sword stabbed toward Lu An's chest!
Seeing the long sword stabbing toward him, Lu An had no choice but to immediately let go of his hands. He pushed Bian Qingliu back and leaned sideways, dodging the long sword.
Pa!
As Lu An leaned sideways, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the long sword!
The long sword was in his hand!
Bian Qingliu, who had been forced back, was stunned. He hadn't expected that his long sword would be snatched away by Lu An in this manner. He didn't even understand why his realm was clearly higher than Lu An's. Moreover, they were in this ice coffin, and he had his own realm. Why did it seem like Lu An wasn't affected by his realm at all?
Lu An held the long sword in his hand. As soon as he held it in his hand, an austere feeling entered his divine sense. Moreover, this long sword was clearly Bian Qingliu's weapon. Its aura was extremely repulsive to his. Lu An didn't want to destroy such a powerful sword, nor did he want to use it by force. He swung his hand and tossed the long sword at Bian Qingliu.
Pa!
Bian Qingliu caught the long sword and looked at it with a serious expression. Logically speaking, he had already lost when his weapon was taken away, but he still wanted to try again.
In the distance, Lu An seemed to have understood Bian Qingliu's intention. He didn't say anything. Instead, he took out his own weapon from his ring.
The two purple daggers were made from Beauty Yang's Fate Wheel. They were also given to him by Beauty Yang.
Bian Qingliu's gaze turned cold when he saw this. Back at Starfire Academy, he already knew that Lu An's weapon of choice was a dagger. When he saw the two daggers appear, Bian Qingliu's fighting spirit once again burned fiercely in his chest.
Bian Qingliu took a deep breath and charged forward again. This time, Lu An didn't wait in place. He charged forward as well. One was a long sword, and the other was a dagger. The two completely different weapons exuded a murderous aura.
Ding!
The long sword swept across, but was blocked by Lu An's dagger. The rarest thing about Bian Qingliu was that he wouldn't be at a disadvantage again. No matter what weapon he used, the most important thing was to control the distance to the most advantageous position. That way, his long sword could attack Lu An, while Lu An's dagger couldn't.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Lu An.
Lu An didn't just block his sword. Instead, he used his strength to knock it away. The advantage of a dagger was that its point of strength was much closer than a sword's, and its strength was much greater. With the same amount of strength, there was a big difference between the effects of a dagger and a sword. In addition, Lu An's dagger was slanted, so the sword was knocked away in an instant!
At the same time, when the two met, Bian Qingliu slowed down, but Lu An didn't slow down at all. It was as if he was looking at Bian Qingliu's sword colliding. Only those who had absolute confidence in their close combat strength would dare to do this. He quickly rushed in front of Bian Qingliu, turned around, and stabbed his dagger toward Bian Qingliu's chest!
Bian Qingliu was shocked when he saw this. He immediately used his left hand to block the attack, and at the same time, his right hand held the sword and slashed back. This way, even if he couldn't block Lu An's attack, the result would still be mutual destruction.
Bang!
Pain!
Bian Qingliu frowned. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the center of his calf. The pain stopped all his movements, and he could only watch as the attack came closer!
The dagger was getting closer and closer to his chest. The sharpness of the dagger felt like it could take his life in the next moment!
However, Lu An wouldn't do that. He turned the dagger around and used the bottom of the dagger to hit Bian Qingliu's heart. At the same time, his left elbow hit Bian Qingliu's shoulder. Immediately, two sharp pains came again, and Bian Qingliu's arm was numb. He opened his hand, and his sword fell to the ground again.
Bang!
Lu An turned his right hand and slapped Bian Qingliu. The power exploded, and Bian Qingliu was sent flying.
Whoosh …
Bian Qingliu's body flew back nearly 150 meters before he stopped. This slap caused the entire ice coffin to shake. However, Bian Qingliu didn't suffer as much force as it seemed. Lu An's slap was three inches away from his chest, so the force was neutralized.
Bian Qingliu barely stabilized his body. The pain in his heart, shoulder, calf, and chest was very obvious. However, what really made him frown was this unacceptable result.
The pain was undoubtedly reminding him that if Lu An had wanted to, he would have died several times over. No matter how much he wanted to continue fighting, he didn't have the face to force it.
Bian Qingliu raised his head, took a deep breath, and then exhaled again. He looked at Lu An with a bitter smile and said, "I lost."
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