Since all pretense had been torn away, Hei Feng knew that a play could be performed again, but a life could not be lived twice. He immediately flicked out his water bead. The azure bead spun rapidly, then transformed into azure water armor around him. An azure longsword sprang up in his hand, and he struck fiercely, sending it slashing through the air. Water droplets splashed out along its path, turning into needle-thin flying swords that surged toward Mu Bai like a racing tide.
On the other side, the Red Scale Broad Sword spat out a tongue of flame. Its blade leaped forth like a fierce tiger bathed in fire, following close behind the azure tide of swords.
A faint smile lifted the corners of Mu Bai's mouth. Victory was in his grasp. His golden wings beat fiercely, a hurricane howled, and the White Spirit Cold Flame flared up. Just as the azure sword tide was about to reach him, it froze into an ice sculpture, then scattered in a patter of fragments. At the same time, Mu Bai swept the Demonic Qi Longsword in his hand through a slash, and the head of the tiger amid the flames flew up beneath his blade and fell away.
With a single strike, his sword cleaved the Red-Scaled Tiger. Before Hei Feng could retreat in panic, Mu Bai had already shifted through space to reach him, merciless killing intent flashing in his eyes. Knowing his water armor could not protect him, Hei Feng hurriedly tore at space to shift away, but his strength seemed to tear at nothingness. "My life is over!"
As Hei Feng let out his mournful cry, Mu Bai swept his longsword across. With a wet thud, another head flew into the air.
He had struck in an instant,