Accompanied by a low dragon roar, the unimaginable powerful force hit Yi Daoxing's palm from Long Junchen's fist. It seemed that the muscles in Long Junchen's body gathered at the center of the fist. Long Junchen loosened the dragon pattern dagger, Yi Daoxing loosened the simple knife. The movements of the two people almost occurred simultaneously. Two peerless masters mobilized their strength to the fist and palm, and they wanted to distinguish between one flesh palm and one flesh fist.

The giant dragon phantom behind Long Junchen was roaring, and the scales as transparent as crystal stones reflected the dark dome light in the sky. His fist kept hitting the palm, which had a stable breath, like a huge fire tong, locking Long Junchen's fist tightly.

The air between heaven and earth seemed to have been evaporated by this terrifying energy ripples. Long Junchen groaned. After the energy entangled for a while, his joints began to sound, his eyelashes were slightly burnt, and his body trembled violently under the terrifying pressure of Yi Daoxing. Blood kept flowing out from the corners of his lips, his ears began to bleed, his nose was red, and even the corners of his eyes began to seep out, falling quietly on the snow. Obviously, in this round of collision, Long Junchen once again suffered from the lack of cultivation.

Long Junchen bit his tongue and continued to exert his strength silently, but his heart kept thinking about the weak man who could only rely on the power of blood. This unwillingness and stubbornness made him hold on under Yi Daoxing's terrifying cultivation. With a sound of Kara, Yi Daoxing's palm actually broke a finger under the wind and rain-like fist wind. The broken part was as bright as jade. At this time, it suddenly burst out, blood oozing out, and then a stream of blood fell on the snow.

Yi Daoxing groaned, obviously he didn't expect that Long Junchen, who seemed to be at the end of his strength, could burst out such powerful energy. His broken fingers began to cause a severe pain through his nerves. Yi Daoxing's face became a little ugly, but he knew very well that he would never stop now, otherwise the stubborn fist would inevitably fall on his face.

A snowflake floated by Long Junchen's eyes. The white snow was not stained with the bright red splashing. The snowflakes passed through their eyelashes and fell on the fist. At this moment, the snowflake suddenly became blurred, not as white as if it was covered with a layer of gray fog. In other words, Yi Daoxing was surrounded by an indescribable gray air, and his palm suddenly became darker, as if it was haze in the abyss.

Long Junchen's pupils shrank slightly, and the gray gas stopped the blood flowing out of his broken fingers. At the same time, Long Junchen felt a terrifying energy transmitted from the palm through his fist. Long Junchen looked at Yi Daoxing like the gray palm at the bottom of a deep dry well, but his eyes were without fear. Long Junchen had told himself in the past that there was nothing in this world that could trap him, even if there was a torrent on the left, a dead end on the right, nothingness in front, and a black hole behind. If the sky wanted to destroy me, then I would only destroy the sky!

Yi Daoxing's pupils shrank, and he felt that the continuous stubbornness of Long Junchen's body began to grow again. A terrifying force like a black vortex suddenly appeared around him. Through Long Junchen's stubborn pupils, he could see that there seemed to be a dragon, a holy dragon. This dragon wanted to maintain the order of this world and pursue the immortal eternity. The dragon suddenly spewed out fire, ignited the night, and ignited Long Junchen's two pupils.

Long Junchen groaned, he took a deep breath, his chest bulged high, like a battle flag blown by the strong wind, all the cold wind and snow particles in front of him were sucked into his lungs, and his entire breath was once again raised to the peak like endless weeds blowing again by the spring breeze.

However, in the next second, Long Junchen felt a strong chill, which had nothing to do with the ice and snow around him, the wounds that kept flowing, and the sadness in his heart. Even this coldness was like the cold that took root and sprouted from Long Junchen's body.

Yi Daoxing's body was almost overwhelmed by an extremely thick gray. At the same time, the holy silver dragon seemed to be hidden by ice and suddenly turned into ice. Countless ice chips covered the dragon's body, and even the most subtle area was frozen by ice and snow. It was a chill called fear.

Yi Daoxing's palm began to exert force. He tightened his strength and squeezed Long Junchen's fist, as if he wanted to crush Long Junchen's fist! Long Junchen's fist began to tremble under the pressure of the terrifying force. A few light sounds of bone shattering came. The sound was not loud, but it seemed like countless needles were pierced on Long Junchen's fingers. Yi Daoxing's eyes became cold, or in other words, cold-blooded, cruel, an absolutely silent aura slowly spread from his body and gradually wrapped around Long Junchen's body.

Suddenly, Long Junchen lost the pain. He could not feel his fist, followed by his arms, followed by his chest and abdomen. His body suddenly stiffened and became unmovable. The snow fell on his face and seemed to never melt. His body seemed to be colder than the snow around him. The coldness was still spreading, and his body was frozen. Then it was the turn of the mind and spiritual consciousness, his body and mind, his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, gradually turned into a cold and dead world. Only the holy dragon was still roaring unwillingly, trying to shake off the ice falling snow that had frozen all over his body, but the ice and snow had frozen his dragon beard and frozen his pupils. All he could do was to make waves of subtle dragon roars that could only be regarded as bluffs. A dragon, under the ice, was not even a worm!

The stars scattered in the dark sky, like pairs of cold and sharp eyes, looking down at the sleeping earth through the thick clouds. They could see clearly, but they could not see the battles in the ancient ruins. The night was as dark as ink.

However, under the thick ink, there was a faint dark color unique to ancient ruins flowing. The yellow and white gravel was sometimes mixed with the miserable green. They were ripples caused by the collision of energy, but there was an inconspicuous gray that covered all the eyes of those stars, and even these stars were trembling.

The holy dragon continued to roar, roaring weakly, but Long Junchen only felt his whole body stiff. Except for his brain that could rotate slightly, the rest of the place was no longer controlled by Long Junchen. The snowflakes penetrated Long Junchen's clothes with a bit of coldness, and reached the skin. The frost on his eyelashes and the snow on his face almost covered Long Junchen's entire face. He was like a helpless person, the cold was extremely cold, and all movements stopped, and he was ruthlessly thrown into the deepest ice cellar. Long Junchen was so cold that he could not tremble, so cold that he could not breathe, and even his thoughts were almost condensed by ice bit by bit.
Chapter completed!