How Are We Supposed to Fight This?
Of course, Bi Fan still couldn't compare to Qu Heng.
But while fighting Qu Heng, Bi Fan had constantly tried to understand and learn.
He was learning Qu Heng's swordsmanship.
In just a short while, Bi Fan's talent for the sword had improved by leaps and bounds.
At that moment, even Qu Heng's expression gradually turned grave.
He had already figured it out.
Bi Fan was using him as a whetstone.
Fighting Bi Fan hadn't increased Qu Heng's strength at all, but Bi Fan's strength was genuinely rising at a frantic pace.
"What's wrong with you? Are you poisonous or something?"
After sensing what was happening, Qu Heng gritted his teeth and complained with an ugly expression. Then the speed and force of his attacks suddenly surged.
At that moment, Bi Fan nearly couldn't hold him off.
But after scrambling to defend himself, Bi Fan began another round of learning.
Since he wasn't facing the Integrated Body, Bi Fan no longer needed to keep his eyes shut.
He chuckled at Qu Heng, then replied, "You Devils are the ones who are poisonous."
"So you're Qu Heng, right?"
"Although I don't know why you're here, I, Bi Fan, swear that this place will become your grave."
"You'll be buried in the Blood River."
"Your Devil Race's plan will never succeed."
As Bi Fan spoke, a force appeared out of thin air to his left.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the charging arm of the Integrated Body. A flood of jumbled information rushed into his mind.
By now, even without Elder Sword Senior and Xuan Chen warning him, Bi Fan understood that the Integrated Body had the ability to make people unable to look directly at it.
He shut his eyes